Chapter 88 Burning in the Rain... The Soul of Adolescence
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Chapter 88 Burning in the Rain... The Soul of Adolescence
Bolan Street Intersection
"Clever Brother is here!"
Jimmy, who had been waiting with a group of Hou Wencong's direct subordinates, immediately shouted to Fei Quan, Ma Biao, and others who had gathered around with umbrellas when he saw the lone figure walking in the rain with eye-catching blond hair.
“聪明哥！”
“聪明哥！”
“聪明.....”
面对众小弟的问候，一路行来早已淋成落汤鸡的侯文聪故作潇洒的一言不发的向前走着，边走边举起双手把头发拢到脑后用从理发店里顺来的橡皮筋绑好固定。
Seeing the handsome (and somewhat pretentious) leader in front of me, who had just unlocked the ultimate secret, I yelled and nonchalantly tossed my umbrella aside, before following Hou Wencong's extremely confident footsteps into Bolan Street.
As a direct younger brother of Hou Wencong, others followed suit and threw away their umbrellas, and more than a hundred people walked through the rain to stand behind Hou Wencong.
It is well known that the members under Hou Wencong's command have a rather complex structure. Basically, they form their own groups and even when they gather on a street, they maintain a certain distance from each other.
For example, with a distance of twenty or thirty meters from Hou Wencong's direct younger brothers, and the He Liansheng faction
Awesome!
Watching Hou Wencong walking in the rain and the group of younger brothers behind him, Chen Hao, who is still twenty or thirty meters away from Hou Wencong, immediately throws away his umbrella and silently waits in the middle of the road on Bolan Street with forty or fifty younger brothers brought from Deshu for Hou Wencong to come.
On a gloomy day with pouring rain, six to seven hundred members of the Wo On Lok gang either unwillingly or voluntarily threw away their umbrellas, following the lead of Chan Ho. They became the foolish ones who didn't use umbrellas on rainy days.
Infected by the solemn and teenage atmosphere of Jimmy and others, the lively conversation between the members of the United Victory team suddenly fell silent in the rain, leaving a gap for Hou Wencong to continue walking towards Bolan Street in silence.
Glancing at the first one to toss away his umbrella, Chen Hao, he mentally classed him in the same category as the foolish Hou Wencong as Hou Wencong marched head high towards the next stop, Sanying Si Mao, hoping that the Nine-Striped Dragon's little brother wouldn't be too much of a chuunibyou.
"Hou Wencong is here, everyone should be more spirited! What are those crazy people from Heliansheng doing?"
"Longmao, holding a white umbrella, boredly walked back and forth in the crowd, watching the sudden group of fools who threw their umbrellas and walked into the middle of Bolan Street, waiting for the boss to appear."
“Who the hell knows? Today... we're leaving!” The boss of San Ying, a 1.87-meter-tall eagle with a white head, stood tall with an umbrella, exuding a commanding presence, and threw away the umbrella, shouting at the surrounding little brothers.
Wencong Hou, with a small ponytail tied up, revealing the yellow hair in the middle, walked out in a domineering manner, stepping on the rainwater, from among the six or seven hundred crowded street, waiting for him in the rain, and the little brothers of the He Liansheng.
How should I put it? If we only look at the picture, at this moment, Hou Wencong, who entered in this way, is indeed extremely handsome and extremely arrogant.
The eagle with the soul of being struck by "middle school second-year syndrome" (if not, he wouldn't have dyed his hair white) is filled with only the awe-inspiring figure between heaven and earth in his eyes.
In the eyes of Hou Wencong, Bai Touying is the big brother he admires and wants to follow for the rest of his life!
Being with Jiuhudlong is brotherly loyalty, being with Hou Wencong is soulful! Although this soul is the kind of second-year syndrome!
Hmm???
A long-haired man with a questioning face looked around, threw away his umbrella, and followed Bai Toulue to the middle of the road, waiting for the arrival of Hou Wencong. The long-haired man, who tugged at his long hair, could only leave behind his umbrella and follow along.
艹tm的，侯文聪这家伙脑子有病吧！嗯...不光这家伙有病，他的手下也都是一群神经病，怪不得肯拼了命的为他博了。
In the fourth wave, Uncle Qiang, who gritted his teeth and dropped his umbrella, followed the enthusiastic and pretentious team silently and walked towards the inside of Bolan Street.
Think about it, Uncle Qiang is really unlucky. He is almost fifty years old, not only did he change to a boss who is several rounds younger than himself, on the first day, he had to take a not-so-romantic stroll in the rain with this lunatic?
I'm damn Ho Wencong, I have to catch a cold tonight when I go home!
Well... I'm sure there's more than just Uncle Qiang who has this idea!
What kind of experience is it to have thousands of neurotics standing in front of you without saying a word in the rain without an umbrella?
For the more than a dozen associations gathered at the other end of Bolan Street, and the nearly three thousand henchmen mobilized by various big shots, it was not a good experience.
Prior to the appearance of Ho Wencong, the confident and strong army of three thousand people was chatting and boasting, shouting all kinds of things: Ho Wencong is nothing special; if Ho Wencong dares to come, we will do this and that to him; the self-proclaimed biggest henchmen in Bolan Street are now silent.
There is nothing else, seeing Hou Wencong, this fearless man who doesn't use an umbrella in the rain, and the group of followers behind him who also braved the rain without umbrellas, most people believed in the legend that Hou Wencong's followers are all a group of crazy individuals.
Oh my god, what kind of look is that guy giving? I didn't kill his whole family, does he really need to look at me like that?
Walking at the front of the team, less than five meters away from Hou Wencong's men, a member of the Hongxing gang, seeing Chen Hao's eyes turning red and almost pulling out his knife, quietly took a step back, worried that the other party would suddenly rush over and attack.
It doesn't matter if one person retreats, or even if two people retreat. But if 30-40% of the little brothers in the front row secretly take a step back, then the scene becomes very awkward, especially for the remaining little brothers.
Lost a horseshoe nail, lost a horseshoe; lost a horseshoe, the horse was defeated; the defeated horse hurt the king; the hurt king lost a war; the lost war brought down an empire.
Crashes often happen in such situations, where the scene suddenly becomes convex and the remaining younger brothers are facing the pressure from the front and betrayal from the back. Under the influence of a younger brother whose mentality has collapsed, the younger brothers in the convex front part also followed to retreat backward.
As the saying goes, when one collapses, all collapse. Especially for teams that are composed in a piecemeal manner, and are not familiar with each other, when facing a collapse, they often disperse in a disorganized manner.
Bolan Street San Yang Tea Restaurant, second floor
"It looks like Hou Wencong really wants to take over Mong Kok this time. Now he's demanding that we give up the territory outside of Bolan Street, and even wants to take a cut of our commission within Bolan Street! Damn, does he think he's the emperor of Mong Kok?" Hong Xing, the big brother of Bolan Street, is quite dissatisfied with Hou Wencong's actions, slapping the table and shouting.
“That's right, we have over three thousand little brothers outside. He thinks he's the biggest in Mong Kok, but he's provoked me. Today I'll take his skin.” A hot-tempered gang leader in his fifties.
"Asi, with your presence in Bollan Street, Hongxing from Feilong Society has nothing to say to you, and I will definitely support you to the end." I don't want to take the lead myself, and I don't have the strength to take the lead. Lao Pi, the owner of Feilong Society, can only hope for Xixi, who has the greatest power in the society now.
"You're right. As long as we join forces to fight him, the three thousand little brothers outside alone are enough to give Hou Wencong a hard time. If we really can't settle it today, I say we might as well just do him in!"
“Who's drenched? Me?” Hou Wencong, soaked from head to toe, walked up to the second floor of Sanyang Restaurant with a big smile.
Well... Hou Wencong, who had just braved the rain, looked handsome and powerful, but when he entered the room and faced the well-dressed big shots, he was just a mess with his whole body soaked.
(End of this chapter)
Bolan Street Intersection
"Clever Brother is here!"
Jimmy, who had been waiting with a group of Hou Wencong's direct subordinates, immediately shouted to Fei Quan, Ma Biao, and others who had gathered around with umbrellas when he saw the lone figure walking in the rain with eye-catching blond hair.
“聪明哥！”
“聪明哥！”
“聪明.....”
面对众小弟的问候，一路行来早已淋成落汤鸡的侯文聪故作潇洒的一言不发的向前走着，边走边举起双手把头发拢到脑后用从理发店里顺来的橡皮筋绑好固定。
Seeing the handsome (and somewhat pretentious) leader in front of me, who had just unlocked the ultimate secret, I yelled and nonchalantly tossed my umbrella aside, before following Hou Wencong's extremely confident footsteps into Bolan Street.
As a direct younger brother of Hou Wencong, others followed suit and threw away their umbrellas, and more than a hundred people walked through the rain to stand behind Hou Wencong.
It is well known that the members under Hou Wencong's command have a rather complex structure. Basically, they form their own groups and even when they gather on a street, they maintain a certain distance from each other.
For example, with a distance of twenty or thirty meters from Hou Wencong's direct younger brothers, and the He Liansheng faction
Awesome!
Watching Hou Wencong walking in the rain and the group of younger brothers behind him, Chen Hao, who is still twenty or thirty meters away from Hou Wencong, immediately throws away his umbrella and silently waits in the middle of the road on Bolan Street with forty or fifty younger brothers brought from Deshu for Hou Wencong to come.
On a gloomy day with pouring rain, six to seven hundred members of the Wo On Lok gang either unwillingly or voluntarily threw away their umbrellas, following the lead of Chan Ho. They became the foolish ones who didn't use umbrellas on rainy days.
Infected by the solemn and teenage atmosphere of Jimmy and others, the lively conversation between the members of the United Victory team suddenly fell silent in the rain, leaving a gap for Hou Wencong to continue walking towards Bolan Street in silence.
Glancing at the first one to toss away his umbrella, Chen Hao, he mentally classed him in the same category as the foolish Hou Wencong as Hou Wencong marched head high towards the next stop, Sanying Si Mao, hoping that the Nine-Striped Dragon's little brother wouldn't be too much of a chuunibyou.
"Hou Wencong is here, everyone should be more spirited! What are those crazy people from Heliansheng doing?"
"Longmao, holding a white umbrella, boredly walked back and forth in the crowd, watching the sudden group of fools who threw their umbrellas and walked into the middle of Bolan Street, waiting for the boss to appear."
“Who the hell knows? Today... we're leaving!” The boss of San Ying, a 1.87-meter-tall eagle with a white head, stood tall with an umbrella, exuding a commanding presence, and threw away the umbrella, shouting at the surrounding little brothers.
Wencong Hou, with a small ponytail tied up, revealing the yellow hair in the middle, walked out in a domineering manner, stepping on the rainwater, from among the six or seven hundred crowded street, waiting for him in the rain, and the little brothers of the He Liansheng.
How should I put it? If we only look at the picture, at this moment, Hou Wencong, who entered in this way, is indeed extremely handsome and extremely arrogant.
The eagle with the soul of being struck by "middle school second-year syndrome" (if not, he wouldn't have dyed his hair white) is filled with only the awe-inspiring figure between heaven and earth in his eyes.
In the eyes of Hou Wencong, Bai Touying is the big brother he admires and wants to follow for the rest of his life!
Being with Jiuhudlong is brotherly loyalty, being with Hou Wencong is soulful! Although this soul is the kind of second-year syndrome!
Hmm???
A long-haired man with a questioning face looked around, threw away his umbrella, and followed Bai Toulue to the middle of the road, waiting for the arrival of Hou Wencong. The long-haired man, who tugged at his long hair, could only leave behind his umbrella and follow along.
艹tm的，侯文聪这家伙脑子有病吧！嗯...不光这家伙有病，他的手下也都是一群神经病，怪不得肯拼了命的为他博了。
In the fourth wave, Uncle Qiang, who gritted his teeth and dropped his umbrella, followed the enthusiastic and pretentious team silently and walked towards the inside of Bolan Street.
Think about it, Uncle Qiang is really unlucky. He is almost fifty years old, not only did he change to a boss who is several rounds younger than himself, on the first day, he had to take a not-so-romantic stroll in the rain with this lunatic?
I'm damn Ho Wencong, I have to catch a cold tonight when I go home!
Well... I'm sure there's more than just Uncle Qiang who has this idea!
What kind of experience is it to have thousands of neurotics standing in front of you without saying a word in the rain without an umbrella?
For the more than a dozen associations gathered at the other end of Bolan Street, and the nearly three thousand henchmen mobilized by various big shots, it was not a good experience.
Prior to the appearance of Ho Wencong, the confident and strong army of three thousand people was chatting and boasting, shouting all kinds of things: Ho Wencong is nothing special; if Ho Wencong dares to come, we will do this and that to him; the self-proclaimed biggest henchmen in Bolan Street are now silent.
There is nothing else, seeing Hou Wencong, this fearless man who doesn't use an umbrella in the rain, and the group of followers behind him who also braved the rain without umbrellas, most people believed in the legend that Hou Wencong's followers are all a group of crazy individuals.
Oh my god, what kind of look is that guy giving? I didn't kill his whole family, does he really need to look at me like that?
Walking at the front of the team, less than five meters away from Hou Wencong's men, a member of the Hongxing gang, seeing Chen Hao's eyes turning red and almost pulling out his knife, quietly took a step back, worried that the other party would suddenly rush over and attack.
It doesn't matter if one person retreats, or even if two people retreat. But if 30-40% of the little brothers in the front row secretly take a step back, then the scene becomes very awkward, especially for the remaining little brothers.
Lost a horseshoe nail, lost a horseshoe; lost a horseshoe, the horse was defeated; the defeated horse hurt the king; the hurt king lost a war; the lost war brought down an empire.
Crashes often happen in such situations, where the scene suddenly becomes convex and the remaining younger brothers are facing the pressure from the front and betrayal from the back. Under the influence of a younger brother whose mentality has collapsed, the younger brothers in the convex front part also followed to retreat backward.
As the saying goes, when one collapses, all collapse. Especially for teams that are composed in a piecemeal manner, and are not familiar with each other, when facing a collapse, they often disperse in a disorganized manner.
Bolan Street San Yang Tea Restaurant, second floor
"It looks like Hou Wencong really wants to take over Mong Kok this time. Now he's demanding that we give up the territory outside of Bolan Street, and even wants to take a cut of our commission within Bolan Street! Damn, does he think he's the emperor of Mong Kok?" Hong Xing, the big brother of Bolan Street, is quite dissatisfied with Hou Wencong's actions, slapping the table and shouting.
“That's right, we have over three thousand little brothers outside. He thinks he's the biggest in Mong Kok, but he's provoked me. Today I'll take his skin.” A hot-tempered gang leader in his fifties.
"Asi, with your presence in Bollan Street, Hongxing from Feilong Society has nothing to say to you, and I will definitely support you to the end." I don't want to take the lead myself, and I don't have the strength to take the lead. Lao Pi, the owner of Feilong Society, can only hope for Xixi, who has the greatest power in the society now.
"You're right. As long as we join forces to fight him, the three thousand little brothers outside alone are enough to give Hou Wencong a hard time. If we really can't settle it today, I say we might as well just do him in!"
“Who's drenched? Me?” Hou Wencong, soaked from head to toe, walked up to the second floor of Sanyang Restaurant with a big smile.
Well... Hou Wencong, who had just braved the rain, looked handsome and powerful, but when he entered the room and faced the well-dressed big shots, he was just a mess with his whole body soaked.
(End of this chapter)