"Okay, okay, the fourth brother is really brother." Wei Chensi handed the sword to the entourage, then reached out to wrap his hand around Su Chengya's shoulder: "I won't go back if I'm drunk tonight!"

Su Chengya was secretly proud of her heart: Is there anything more interesting in this room than the gifts I gave?

At this time, another man with a gloomy face walked in through the gate, with three neat scars on the left and right sides of his face, which looked quite ferocious.

Wei Chensi hurriedly left Su Chengya and greeted her and smiled, "Oh, Team Meng, it's rare that you are here, but I really call you Peng Shenghui."

It turned out that it was Meng Sifei, the captain of the Hungry Dog Pioneer of the Crab Committee. There was a young woman behind her. Some of the sharp-eyed gossip veterans could recognize that the girl was Lan Jiaoxue, the most popular little star on the screen recently.

When Zhu Mang saw that every guest had a female companion, he was a pure widowed man, so he couldn't help but feel sad. Looking at Chen Huayao, who was also lonely beside him, he sighed and said, "Mr. Chen, are you alone?"

Chen Huayao nodded.

Zhu Mang felt sorry for the same illness, took a bottle of brandy, and sighed, "Mr. Chen, are you interested in drinking a drink?"

Many senior cadres in Fengdi Company are Meng Sifei's direct troops. Wei Chensi dare not neglect him. Wei Chensi is the "alternative Five Tiger General" valued by the chairman. Meng Sifei dare not be rude to this young master.

The chairman has a vicious vision and never sees his origins in his employment. Only those who are capable of doing things will be the best. Otherwise, he would not have promoted Qin Jiran to the Five Tigers from all living beings. This young master Wei cannot see any outstanding things at the moment, but he cannot guarantee that he will not be inferior to tens of thousands of people in the future.

"Young master, today your birthday, my brother has no money and can't buy expensive gifts. I will bring you a small thing to express my feelings. Please accept it with a smile." Meng Sifei pulled out his hand and took out something from the inner bag of the suit.

"This is……"

Meng Sifei opened the leather case and took out the things inside.

It almost blinded everyone's eyes, and it was actually a knife. A watermelon knife commonly used by ordinary street gangsters.

Su Chengya burst into laughter at first sight. The hooligan was indeed a hooligan, and the gift he gave was so vulgar. His antique swords and pearls were ahead, so what kind of sword could be seen by Mr. Wei?

The watermelon knife has slightly different styles. The head is slightly thick and looks very depressed. The blade is straight and thirty centimeters long. The back of the knife has a row of serrated teeth of varying lengths. It is dark and dark, and I don’t know what material it is made of. The bright lights in the courtyard have no reflection at all. The handle of the knife is fifteen centimeters long and is made of good nanmu, with characters engraved on it.

It doesn't feel like the assembly line products in the factory, but it looks like it's handmade.

The young masters of several rich families couldn't help but show contempt. Giving gifts is nothing more than gold, silver and jewelry that means wealth. How can you give a knife so inauspiciously?

Looking at others, Brother Su Si, giving away a knife is also an antique. Some of them know that it was an artwork from Sotheby's auction last year. It was well preserved, of excellent quality, rare style, beautiful patterns, and extremely valuable. It was a precious cultural relic with a transaction price of 150,000 pounds.

What is this guy giving a watermelon knife? Which supermarket can't buy this watermelon knife for twenty yuan? He had the courage to give it to Mr. Wei as a birthday gift. A gangster is a gangster and will never be on the table.

Meng Sifei smiled and said, "Young Master, look at what the words above are written."

Mr. Wei did not want to give up the captain Meng's face, picked it up and looked at the lights, saying, "Slay ten people in one step, and you can't stop a thousand miles... Fuck you, you're going to be a good shot of the knight!"

Meng Sifei kept a mellow and honest smile: "Haha, young master, how about this knife? Are you still satisfied?"

"It's pretty good, uh... this, cut watermelon, it's pretty good." The young master said with a reluctant smile.

Meng Sifei said: "This is a knife that the Chairman used five years ago. I tried my best to get it for almost 750,000 yuan."

"Chairman's knife?" Mr. Wei was shocked, and his hands holding the watermelon knife were trembling.

The committee member fought in Xiangjing underworld for more than five years and used seven knives. Three of them had been lost in previous gang fights. He kept one of them and gave the other three to the brothers in the association respectively.

A dark woodpecker gave to the Halong Du Yinqiao, the five tiger generals.

A red star ox horn knife was given to the nerve knife Dragon II of the Hungry Dog Pioneer.

There is also a "Blood Diamond Rose" currently in the hands of Tom Harrybain.

Even if he is as close as the third prince of Thunder God, Lei Xin, does not have this honor.

If you can get the sword given by the Chairman, it is a great honor for your brothers to accept. Not to mention the glory of the clan, you are at least beautiful in the underworld. Like the kid, the Nervous Sword Dragon II, who shows off in front of everyone every day, and everyone is envious.

Is this watermelon knife really used by the Chairman?

Meng Sifei smiled and said, "It took me a lot of trouble to get this knife, but it's not a problem. I hope the young master can like it."

Mr. Wei was so excited that his voice trembled, and he said, "Good knife, good knife, cut ten people in one step, and no matter how far... I said, who dares to have such a great momentum! Team Meng, where did you get it?"

"It's not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning." Meng Sifei waved his hand bored.

The nerve knife Long Er, who was following behind, said, "Young Master, this is the dog-slaughtering knife that Captain Meng spent a lot of effort on the black market."

Dog slaughter knife!

"This is the legendary dog-slaughtering knife!" Mr. Wei's eyes were wide.

Five years ago, the chairman was rampant in Xiangjing and slashed a criminal who intended to rape and commit an innocent girl on the road with a knife. He was taken back to the police station for review and the knife was stored as evidence. Afterwards, the chairman didn't know what method he used to release it, but the watermelon knife was left in the police station and could not be taken back.

Later, the chairman became famous. An old police officer who was about to retire secretly took the watermelon knife out of the evidence and placed it on the black market for auction. He was then lost among the people. He traveled to many people and places, and finally fell into the hands of someone from Ma Rong, the head of Kangqian Group. Captain Meng learned the news and tried to win over and intimidate him. He spent 750,000 Chinese coins to get it.

You should know that the criminal involved in this case at that time was a famous Japanese friend, Shinji Ishihara, the second son of Shinji Ishihara, who was then the governor of Shintaro Ishihara.

The chairman used this watermelon knife to cross Shinji Ishihara's face, cut off his nose and ears, and broke his hands and feet. Shinji Ishihara became a waste, almost causing a diplomatic storm for the boss.

The blade is stained with the blood of Japanese slaves, which is of extraordinary significance, far exceeding the value of Long Er's ox-horned sword. The underworld even named it "Dog Slaughter Knife", which means slaughtering Japanese slaves like wolves and dogs.

Lao Rong bought it on the black market with one million, which is worth an equivalent to a high-end sedan. It is stored in his own cellar and is only taken out to watch when his close relatives and friends come. He was persuaded by Captain Meng, so he endured the pain of giving up his love.

Mr. Wei was inexplicably excited, with a look of joy in his eyes, and he couldn't let go of his love for a moment, saying, "It's not in vain to slaughter all the pigs and dogs in the world with this knife!"

Su Chengya couldn't help but groan. You didn't take my 150,000 pound antique art knife seriously. This broken watermelon knife is like a treasure. Isn't this giving me a look!

Meng Sifei said seriously: "Young Master, only you deserve this knife."

Wei Chensi grabbed it in his hand and waved it hard, looked around, and said in a tone that looked down on the world: "Hehe, it seems that I have no doubts about being elected as the Five Tiger General."

Zhu Mang on the side of the barbecue grill said in surprise: "Is Wei Chensi nervous? He was so happy with an ordinary watermelon knife. The art knife that Su Chengya gave was not so happy. Didn't it sweep Su Si Ge's face?"

Chen Huayao was about to take the opportunity to brag about the extraordinaryness of the Watermelon Knife, but a handsome guy next to him interrupted: "Brother! Haven't you ever been in the underworld of Beijing?"

Zhu Mang raised his head: "I am a guest of the Longxing Gang in Beicheng. Do you think I have never been involved in the underworld?"

The guy used his thumb to compare his little tail finger and said contemptuously: "Longxing Gang? The gang that dozens of people mingle in the game hall to collect protection fees, do homework and fight on behalf of elementary school students, and cheats the money from the rich brothers to spend money on soaking horses can also be called underworld?"

"Who are you?" Zhu Mang looked at the other party calmly and shouted in a low voice.

His willingness to give money to others to cheat him out of spending does not mean that he likes to be ridiculed by others.

The handsome man sat in front of the barbecue grill, picked up the roast beef and took a bite, and said, "Sorry, what I said is the truth, there is no other meaning. Look at you, you don't understand Xiangjing's upper class society. With the status of the fourth young master, how could you care whether a gift has face?"

Zhu Mang asked again: "What do you mean?"

The man shrugged: "Sorry, it seems that you are not qualified to laugh at Mr. Su Si."

Zhu Mang was a little unhappy and said, "You don't seem to know who I am." He spoke with such a calm face, but he had a bit of the demeanor of a noble family.

The man laughed and said, "Who doesn't know you here? Brother Zhu, the famous waste from the third generation of the Zhu family!"

"What did you say!" Zhu Mang's face was red and white, and he stood up with a gale.

"I said that as Mr. Zhu's second son, you are the most deprived family of Xiang Jing. Do you have no objection to this? You still have the nerve to laugh at the Fourth Young Master?" The man also stood up and looked at him with a sneer.

Chen Huayao looked at the man's face: "Oh, isn't this Su Laosi's bodyguard Long Aotian?"

The man was Long Aotian, and was surprised to hear this: "Chen Huayao, it's you!"

This time when Su Chengya was traveling, he was still following two bodyguards, one followed closely, and the other was watching the safety movements around him. Long Aotian happened to hear Zhu Mang talking while patrolling around, so he made a sarcasm.

Chen Huayao coughed hard: "I was beaten last time but it wasn't miserable enough? How dare I come to my front of me to argue?"

Long Aotian's face suddenly sank, turned around and left, and said viciously: "I guessed that you were asking someone to do that. Don't worry, there will always be a sad day for you!"

Long Aotian claimed to have received special training from the US Navy Seals and was skilled in Ao Xiangjing. That day, he was ordered to go to Xiangda to intimidate Chen Huayao. On the way back, he was attacked by a group of hooligans. He was beaten to a blue nose and swollen face, and had no power to fight back, and there were no five teeth.

The bodyguard of the Su family is proficient in fighting skills, and is considered a second-level elite in the underground boxing world. Even street hooligans can't beat him. Isn't this a joke? I've always been very ashamed of that. When I saw Chen Huayao, the ugly thing suddenly came to my mind, and I felt embarrassed to hang out with him in person.

"Damn!" Zhu Mang looked at Long Aotian's figure and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

Chen Huayao said: "So you are from the Zhu family. By the way, Ruirui is your relative?"

"Do you know Ruirui?" Zhu Mang didn't think too much for a moment. Few people knew about her sister's name, Quanxiang Jing, and said, "She is my sister."

Chen Huayao's face turned ugly: "You are Ruirui's brother, why can even a trash bodyguard in the Su family dare to shout at you?"
Chapter completed!