"Damn it, you dare to hit me?"
"How dare you hit my leg?"
Xiao Ke Lei knelt on the ground with one leg and roared loudly in front of Du Yongxiao.
His subordinates all looked at him as well.
After all, they were also gangsters on the road, but they had never seen such a cruel person as Du Yongxiao, who would shoot at the slightest disagreement.
King Kong, Shah Luhan and others have long been numb to this. If Du Yongxiao didn't shoot, it would be a miracle.
"What are you still standing for? Kill him!" Little Corey yelled at his men.
He was a madman, but his subordinates were not madmen. Looking at King Kong holding a rocket launcher, no one dared to step forward.
"Shit! I'll let you go up and kill him!" Little Corey roared again.
Without saying a word, Du Yongxiao kicked him to the ground: "Are you a fool? You can't understand people's words and can't see the situation clearly?"
Just as Xiao Ke Lei was about to struggle to stand up, Du Yongxiao kicked him over again.
Little Ke Lei continued to get up, and Du Yongxiao continued to kick him. The cat caught the mouse and teased him.
Snapped!
Little Corey was kicked over again.
This time Du Yongxiao was impatient.
This Kore is a psychopath.
Du Yongxiao didn't wait for him to get up, stepped on his face with one foot, and crushed his cheek: "You know, you are like a dog now!"
Xiao Ke Lei gritted his teeth and glared at Du Yongxiao without saying a word.
"Go back and send me a message. First, you Korey brothers can no longer engage in arms and drug business, at least before I leave London! If you disobey, I will clear out your gang!
Second, since you have made money, you must know how to use it for charity. As for the specific amount, I will tell you the boss personally when we meet!
Third, and most importantly, I don’t like you, so don’t let me see you again, otherwise, I’ll beat you every time I see you! "
After Du Yongxiao finished speaking, he released his foot. Seeing that Ke Lei was still glaring at him, without saying a word, he flew up and kicked the opponent on the chin!
Bang!
Teeth kicked off!
Mouth bleeds.
Looking at the lifeless little Korei lying on the ground, Du Yongxiao nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand: "Withdraw——"
After Du Yongxiao left, those men dared to step forward and help Ke Lei up.
Xiao Ke Lei was ravaged by Du Yongxiao.
The previous arrogance and domineering attitude were gone.
It looks like a pig's head, with no teeth in its mouth.
Little Ke Lei clenched his fists and stared at Du Yongxiao leaving the place. He suddenly pushed away the men who were supporting him, punched and kicked them, and fell to the ground with a thud. He couldn't hold back anymore and cried loudly.
Du Yongxiao didn't mind the physical beatings, but the crushing of his mental self-esteem brought him to the verge of collapse.
He is the famous little Korey!
Have you ever been insulted like this?
He used to insult others, and no one dared to be disrespectful to him.
Especially Du Yongxiao's words "You look like a dog" made his self-esteem fall to the ground, which was even more uncomfortable than killing him.
"Du Yongxiao, I will remember you! Yes, I will definitely take revenge! I will definitely!" Little Corey waved his fist and roared hysterically.
…
London, Central Hospital.
Outside the emergency room, thirty or forty white men from the Kore Gang stood outside, puffing on cigarettes and making loud noises together, regardless of whether the hospital banned smoking or not.
The doctors, nurses, and other patients in the hospital were too angry to speak out and stayed away.
As the largest gang in the East End of London, the second leader, Little Corey, was shot with a gun and beaten into a pig's head. It was definitely a shocking event.
These gang leaders rushed to the hospital immediately after questioning. By this time, little Corey had been pushed into the emergency room.
"Go! Send someone to check the background of that damn Chinese! God, he dared to hit Mr. Corey! Find him! I will throw him into the sea to feed the sharks!" A white young man with a bulldog tattooed on his neck shouted to his companions.
Standing next to him was a white man with slight rosacea. When he heard him speak, he said: "I heard that the Chinese dog is from MI6! Things seem difficult to handle! You know, we usually take care of everything. They are people from the Metropolitan Police who don’t have much contact with MI6! But I heard they are quite terrifying! They don’t even have jurisdiction over the government.”
"Mr. Corey is here!" Someone in the crowd shouted, and more than thirty people fell silent and looked towards the door.
Outside the door, a white man in a black suit opened the door, and Ronald Corey, the leader of the Corey Gang, the largest gang in East London, walked in from the outside.
The Cory in front of him looks like a well-dressed British gentleman, with a popular slicked back hair, wearing a neat black suit, a long black windbreaker, a black top hat, and a tattoo on his chest. Diehua, no matter how you look at it, is an upper-class figure, not a street gangster.
Ronald Corey is thirty-three years old. Compared with his younger brother, he exudes elegance and nobility.
Since he became a boss in the East End of London, he has officially come into contact with London's upper class society, dealing with the Mayor of London and members of Congress. He has also begun to learn to drink red wine, taste cigars, listen to classical music, and package himself as a high-end person.
And his efforts were not in vain. While dealing with the upper class and making friends with celebrities and powerful people, his business was getting better and better, and he gained more and more resources.
So much so that what he is doing now is just the opposite of his brother Corey Jr. He doesn't take action if he can, and everything follows legal procedures.
Only when absolutely necessary would he instruct his subordinates to do shady things. Therefore, in the East District, a place where good and bad people are mixed, he is even more prosperous.
However, Corey's face was not so high-spirited at this time. He was having a private meeting with the British female star Aldee in a private villa when he received the news that his brother, Little Corey, was seriously injured and sent to the hospital. He was also shot and his leg was shot. Hit by two bullets.
Little Corey has been by his side for so many years, and has experienced all kinds of battles. Although he is usually crazy, he has never been injured very much, but this time he was the most seriously injured.
Corey immediately sent the female star home and drove to the hospital. He wanted to see his brother out of danger with his own eyes.
"How is my brother injured?" Corey took off his black top hat and handed it to the younger brother beside him, and asked the crowd opposite.
The white young man with a bulldog tattoo on his neck came over and said respectfully: "He is still getting the bullet in the emergency room! I heard from the doctor that the bullet is compressing the blood vessels in the thigh, which is causing some trouble."
Kore looked at the white young man and asked, "Where are his bodyguards?"
The young white man hurriedly said: "I'll tell them to come over!"
Soon, little Kore's bodyguards lined up and stood in front of Kore with a respectful bow.
"Are you my brother's bodyguards?"
The leader nodded hurriedly: "Yes, sir!"
Corey pulled out a gun from his arms——
Bang bang!
Two shots were fired into the opponent's legs.
After firing the gun, he said lightly: "What do I need from you?"
(End of chapter)
