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  Heavenly realm, Black Dragon Association headquarters.

  Long Fei answered a phone call and immediately called all his key personnel into the conference room.

  "Minhang District Government Secretary Yan just called me, they are doing municipal demolition on Mei Hua Road and encountered a large number of nail households, which affected the progress of the project. They want me to send some people to help him solve the problem. I'd like to ask everyone, should we help with this?"

  Old Ma stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and spoke first, "Fei Ge, I think we should help. This Yan Secretary is the de facto person in charge of the district government, and it's said that he can become the next deputy head. He has always had a good relationship with us, if we help him this time, he will owe us a favor, and our business in Minhang District will be smooth sailing. The problem is how to help him, if not handled properly, things might go wrong."

  Long Fei nodded, Old Ma was steady and solemn, worthy of being his military advisor, thinking exactly the same as himself. He looked around at everyone and said, "Is anyone willing to take on this task?"

  More than a dozen people looked at me, I looked back, but no one spoke. This kind of thing has two drawbacks: first, there's no benefit to be gained; second, if things go wrong while handling official business, it could lead to trouble, so nobody wants to take on this hot potato.

  At this time, a short and stout middle-aged man with a sly face spoke up, "Cousin, this is a small matter, let me handle it. My Red Plum Branch just happens to be near Meihua Road, tomorrow I'll take people to deal with those guys."

  This sordid man is Long Fei's distant cousin, surname Wei, named Ji Nan. Because of his sordid appearance, people secretly gave him the nickname 'Sordid Man'.

  Because he is Long Fei's cousin, Long Fei gave him the position of outer hall leader out of respect for their kinship. This person relied on his relationship with Long Fei to put on a pretentious air in front of others in the gang, looking down on everyone as if they were beneath him, and no one took him seriously, not even Long Fei himself could stand him.

  However, Long Fei was delighted at this moment and thought to himself that relatives are useful at critical moments. He nodded his head and said, "If Big Brother can make a move, then it would be even better."

  The old horse frowned, this Wei Jiannan was arrogant and reckless, doing things without regard for consequences, if everything went smoothly, it would be easy to say, but if something happened, Secretary Yan would definitely turn his back on him and not take responsibility, instead he would find trouble with the Black Dragon Society, this matter was not as simple as imagined.

  However, at this moment, he couldn't say anything. Wei Jiman was Long Fei's cousin, and if he doubted his ability to handle things, not only would he be resented by him, but also Long Fei would lose face.

  Moreover, after Xiao Yu's incident, Lao Ma vaguely felt that Long Fei had some suspicions about himself recently. For many things, he would rather find Chen Hong than consult with himself. It seems that in the future, it's better to be more cautious.

  At this thought, Old Horse narrowed his eyes and swallowed what he had originally wanted to say.

  The next day at eleven o'clock in the morning.

  Hongfei Community

  Dozens of demolition workers and tens of residents stood facing each other.

  Residents held hands and formed a human wall to block the demolition team from entering the community, with Old Zhang leading them in shouting slogans.

  Due to the overwhelming number of residents, the demolition team had no choice but to retreat to the temporary shed outside the community and play poker, based on past experience, today will surely be another idle day.

  Across from the entrance of the residential area, a Buick sedan was parked, with two middle-aged men whispering to each other in the back seat.

  A middle-aged man with a fair complexion and wearing black-framed glasses said slowly, "Old Wei, has Long Fei made everything clear and handed over all the tasks?"

  Another short and ugly-looking man, with a flattering smile, said to the person, "Director Yan, don't worry about it, they're just ordinary people. It's nothing serious, even if they're shouting now, as soon as our men go in, I'll clear them out for you within five minutes! These ordinary people will only be intimidated and won't dare come out to protest."

  The short man was none other than Wei Jimale, the leader of the Red Plum Branch of the Black Dragon Society, and the middle-aged man with a gentle face was Yan Mishi.

  Yan Mishu nodded in satisfaction after hearing Wei Jiman's words, and said to him, "I'll remind you again, it doesn't matter if someone gets hurt, but don't kill anyone. Otherwise, things will get out of hand, and I won't be able to protect you either."

  Wei Jina patted his chest and said, "I know this, you can rest assured, Yan Secretary. I'm not a rookie who just mixed with the underworld, how could I not understand this?"

  "Alright, I've already made arrangements with the police station nearby. From now on, their people won't show up here within twenty minutes. Let's get down to business then. Don't worry, once it's done, I'll make sure you're well taken care of."

  Wei Jinao was waiting for Yan Secretary's words, his territory is in Minhang, and he will inevitably deal with officials in the future. With Yan Secretary as a backing, it's like holding a trump card, whoever comes to play with him will win without losing.

  After a while, the car door opened and Wei Jimale slipped out of the car like a mouse, slipping into the wholesale market.

  After he got off the car, the Buick sped away immediately. Secretary Yan obviously didn't want to get involved in this mess. If something happened, it wouldn't implicate him either.

  At the entrance of the community, the protesting residents saw the demolition team retreat as usual and were also preparing to pack up their things and go home to rest. After being tossed around for two hours, they were all tired and it was just right to go home for lunch and come back here in the afternoon to keep watch.

  Just as everyone was packing up, more than a dozen thugs suddenly rushed in from the entrance of the residential area, holding iron bars and beating people at random. Residents were caught off guard, and several people were immediately injured by the thugs, with blood flowing freely.

  Although there are many residents, there are also old, weak, women and children. What can they do against these thugs who fight and eat as if it's a normal routine?

  These thugs were ruthless, clearly seasoned fighters. Although some residents tried to resist, they were beaten with iron bars until their heads were bleeding and many were injured after several encounters. More people instinctively scattered and fled in all directions.

  Lao Zhang, the head of the mutual aid association, upon seeing this situation, immediately arranged for someone to call 110 to report the incident. He himself picked up a brick from the flower bed and quietly climbed up along the wall beside the flower bed.

  He had long since spotted that among these thugs, there was a short and ugly man who seemed to be the leader. He was smoking a cigarette, with one hand in his pocket and the other waving an iron rod, directing his underlings to chase and beat up the residents, with a look of self-satisfaction on his face.

  Old Zhang is furious, we are protesting against the demolition, what are these thugs doing here? Under broad daylight, they dare to beat people up, it's simply lawless, are they sent by the demolition office?

  Sneaking up to the back of the lewd man, two or three meters away, thanks to the cover of the trees in the flower bed, the lewd man didn't notice the situation behind him at all, and shouted excitedly, "Fight! Brothers! Give me a good beating! I'll treat you to a big dinner tonight!"

  Upon hearing the lewd man's words, the thugs became even more arrogant and overbearing. Some of them even chased people into their homes. In an instant, the entire neighborhood was in chaos, with smoke and fire everywhere, dogs barking and chickens flying about. Every household closed their security doors tightly, not daring to come out.

  Just as the lewd man was shouting at his loudest, a brick flew over and hit him right on the head. The lewd man let out a cry of pain and squatted down on the ground, clutching his head.

  Old Zhang rushed out of the flower bed with a brick in his hand, hitting the lewd man on the head and face while scolding, "You stinky hooligans, stinky dog shit, I'll beat you to death!"

  A lecherous man's head was smashed, and as he was dazed, he couldn't tell east, south, west or north at all. He could only hug his head, stick out his butt, and lie on the ground being beaten until he barked like a dog.

  Seeing the miserable state of Lao Da being beaten up, several hooligans nearby immediately rushed over, waving their iron rods and beating Lao Zhang's head with a flurry of sticks.

  Old Zhang was already at an advanced age and had never learned any martial arts, how could he withstand this? He only used his arm to block a few times, but soon became exhausted, and his body and arms were covered in bruises from over ten hits. Now it's early summer, wearing little clothing, the iron rod hitting his body was extremely painful, feeling like his right hand was no longer listening to commands, probably because it had been broken.

  The despicable man was helped up from the ground by his subordinates, and when he touched the back of his head with his hand, it was full of blood. He couldn't help but feel a surge of anger, and his malice grew, pointing at Old Zhang's head, "Damn it, an old good-for-nothing actually dared to hit me? Beat him! Beat him hard! If he dies, I'll take responsibility!"

  Three or four thugs rushed forward, iron rods pouring down on Old Zhang's head like a stormy rain, and Old Zhang could only try to protect his head with all his might. His body didn't know how many rods it had endured, several of which hit his head, splashing blood everywhere.

  Old Zhang's head felt that this body was no longer his own, his legs could no longer support him, and with a thud he fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, which also contained several teeth that had been knocked out.

  The scoundrel cursed, "Damn it, the old turtle still wants to pretend to be dead!" After finishing speaking, he drew a sharp dagger from his waist and stabbed Old Zhang's belly fiercely. Old Zhang let out a dull hum, and fresh blood flowed out of the wound.

  He was about to strike again, but his underling stopped him. "Boss, didn't you say we couldn't kill anyone on the way here?"

  The despicable man also came to his senses at this time, looked at his watch, and the time was almost up. He put away the dagger, spat on Old Zhang's head, and said to his subordinates, "Old Zhang, you're lucky! Brothers, let's retreat! I'll treat you to a drink!"

  More than a dozen thugs cheered and surrounded the lewd man, walking out of the neighborhood.

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