Reuters in the UK called it a super, huge act of barbarism in the next day!

The harm of society is gradually intimidating the entire society.

Similarly, the other three major news agencies, Havas, Wolf, and American Union, also forwarded their articles, including photos of people who were hacked to death in the Black Dragon Club's narrative, and photos of people who were killed on the streets with Brotherhood, which caused an uproar in the entire Western world.

What this reporter likes most is to dig into the bottom line and create explosive points!

They even boldly interviewed members of both sides.

Black Dragon Society: "The brothers are too bullying. In fact, the Vietnamese want to drive me out of Britain. We can only fight for freedom."

It is righteous and passionate.

The Brotherhood is very arrogant and only has one sentence, which also quotes the Chinese method, "If you violate the secretly, you will be punished!"

Obviously, they were too lazy to say so much, giving people a feeling that they wanted to kill each other.

The conflict between the two sides is not just their own conflict.

The Brotherhood called the Maoist's Battle Axe, the three major gangs of HK, and what about the Black Dragon Society? They came to the Yamaguchi Society, the Mafia and the local brothers.

Gradually, it changed from ordinary street fighting to blatant killing.

Yamaguchi met the London sergeant. Yamahonda Ichiro was out outside his villa, but two motorcycle riders rushed over from the corner and were more than ten meters away. He was holding a Uz submachine gun in one hand and firing at him and his bodyguards. He was not in a fight. After scanning a magazine, they ran away!

Eight people, including Yamahonda Ichiro, died!

Yamaguchi will be furious and offer a reward of 200,000 pounds to ask for clues to the murderer.

A leader of the tomahawk was killed openly in the downtown area. When the other party saw him alone, he rushed out of the crowd with fruit knives, and passed through the abdomen with one knife, and sent him to the hospital, and the rescue was ineffective.

This made the Minister of the Interior very unhappy. At the press conference, he explicitly demanded that both sides be restrained and asked the local police station to arrest the "troublemakers" who disrupted public order as soon as possible.

Who cares about you?

Minister of the Interior? What a ball?

This situation gradually became out of control.

And in such an atmosphere, the first meeting of military-industrial enterprises began.

The address is in the company building of the Aerospace Corporation (BAE) in London. They are rich, on the banks of the Thames, in the same area as the sports company under the Savior.

Tang Dao came very early. Because of his identity, the other president personally received him. But after a few chats, he went to greet the others and asked a vice president named Bartlett to entertain him for a visit to the company.

"This is our sales department." Bartlett took him to the 7th floor and pointed to the busy staff inside. "From the 7th floor to the 13th floor, there are all activities of this department."

Tang Dao nodded with a smile, "It's a very large scale."

On the 6th floor, there are about 300 sales staff.

It is bigger than the sales department of Savior in Somalia, but if the agent is included, it will be another matter.

Bartlett did not let the employees stop. They all had a "rich" workplace culture. For example, women who think that being too beautiful can easily reduce the enthusiasm of male employees. Many companies will secretly reject women. If the aerospace companies (BAE) are the same. Looking at this, there are only a few women, and they are all older.

Tang Dao glanced at him casually. Just as he was about to leave, the elevator came up and a group of people walked out of it. They should be representatives of the military-industrial enterprise. Bartlett knew the leading colleague and greeted him.

Tang Dao didn't say anything, and always felt that the white man standing in the middle looked at him in an abnormal look.

"You are Nicholas Don?" the white man suddenly spoke.

Tang Dao was stunned when he heard this and looked up and down. He didn't remember that he had a friend who liked to wear a gray suit and a red tie. This part-time job was too low. Seeing him looking confused, the white man seemed to have been insulted, "My name is Galder Eble!"

Oh, Tang Dao doesn’t know even more.

He looked at his secretary.

"I'll call you to make peace with the Black Dragon!" Galder Eble reminded again, but the voice suppressed anger. Tang Dao now understood that this was the narcissistic stupid b? He said oh, and there was nothing else, and walked into the elevator.

What's there to say to this person?

But this Galder Eble seemed to be about to explode, and vaguely felt that something was wrong when others looked at him. Look, the other party doesn't know you at all, and your self-introduction is useless.

"I asked you to make peace with the Black Dragon, why do you disagree!" Galder Eble turned his head and suddenly said this.

Boss Tang's left foot had already walked into the elevator. Hearing this, he turned around and said with a smile, "Are you ordering me?"

Galder Eble's right eyebrows kept jumping, gritting his teeth, "I'm just for your own good..."

"So that's it." Boss Tang nodded, and the smile on his face became even worse. "It seems that I misunderstood you." He approached the other party as he spoke, and stretched out his hand as if he wanted to thank the other party.

Galder Eble breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out his hand, saying, "This is a misunderstanding. You have to deal with the Black Dragon Association quickly. It is not good for both sides to make such a fight."

This is breathing.

As soon as the two hands were held together, Tang Dao suddenly kicked forward and kicked the other party's lower abdomen. Then he pulled his hand and threw it over his shoulder, smashing Gold Eble to the ground. This scene was too fast and shocked everyone. The people next to him realized that they were about to pull it away, but were blocked by the little angel and the bodyguard.

Tang Dao punched the other person in the face, the bridge of his nose must have been broken, blood flowed, and Galder Eble screamed in pain. The former was still uncomfortable, so he grabbed his hair and slammed hard on the wall, and said, "Misunderstanding, I misunderstood you mb! You dare to care about my affairs, who are you? Ah! Who are you who are you!"

"Stop fighting, stop fighting...Mr. Nicholas." Bartlett was anxious on the side. The other party was almost dead, and he was also very frightened. Galder Eble was not low in height and looked strong, but he beaten like this.

The movement here was heard by many employees in the department. The person was curious, raised his head and looked at it secretly, and then looked openly, with his eyes wide open.

They were so cruel that they were frightened.

Finally, Tang Dao picked up a fire extinguisher next to him, got up, and hit Gauld Eble's left knee on the knee of his left leg. The latter widened his eyes and felt aching with horror.

Now, he threw away the fire extinguisher, breathed a sigh of relief, tidied up his suit, stroked his slightly messy hair, looked at Bartlett and others who were stunned, and smiled, "Sorry, I have a bad temper."

Is this just not very good?

He was almost beaten out the shit, and Bartlett, who came to his senses, hurriedly shouted, "Hurry! Call an ambulance!"

The most nervous thing was the colleague who brought Gold Eble up and shouted loudly, but he didn't dare to say harsh words to Tang Dao, for fear that he would be beaten up too.

"Mr. Nicholas, this... I'm afraid the police will ask." Bartlett looked at Tang Dao, sorted out his tone and content, and said carefully.

Tang Dao thought he was right and said cautiously, "Then why don't you throw him down and let the car kill you." He said, looking at Bartlett, who seemed to be frightened by the side, laughing, "I'm kidding, I'm a good person, how could I do this? Don't worry, the police are here and someone will do it." He said, and looked at the bodyguards.

Then someone stood up and said, "I'll do it, boss."

As he said that, he picked up the fire extinguisher on the ground and smashed it on his head. It was useless and blood flowed. The bodyguard fell to the ground with a muffled groan.

Tang Dao remembers that this guy belongs to Mexico and is under the command of the little angel. He has been with him for nearly two years.

"Give him $300,000, and after he comes out, he will give him another $200,000." Boss Tang said to the little angel, and then smiled and said to Bartlett, who was stunned by the side, "This is a fight, right?"

Bartlett's face looked like he was constipated.

They came with Gold Eble to look at each other, very angry and indignant!

"You may not know me. My name is Nicholas Tang, and the Savior Company is mine." Tang Dao shook his right hand, and Hurst Theodore took out his business card from his bag and handed it over. He continued, "If you have business, you can call me in a private phone number."

After saying that, he walked into the elevator.

He did not threaten or intimidate others. What a joke, is Tang a person like this? His words show a lot. Everyone is doing business. Do you think friends are important or money is important?

It's that simple, everyone understands the meaning.

Adults, it would be stupid to say it too clearly.

Bartlett also followed into the elevator, and then the friends who received the business card looked at each other.

"We... will take Goard to the hospital. It's really, it's so big, and you still have to fight with people." One of them suddenly said this, and after he finished speaking, he looked at the others.

When the air was quiet, everyone nodded.

"Then send him to the hospital, and he, Gold used a fire extinguisher to beat someone's head like this. Something must happen. Farke, it's really heavy."

This is a friend...

They actually understood who Nicholas Tang was!

Even if you are arrested by the police, how long can you be kept?

1 hour or 2 hours?

Stop making trouble, I can only blame Gauld Eble for this matter. This guy likes to pretend to be x, but now he really pretends to be dead.

…

Tang Dao stood in the elevator, with his back facing away from him, gestured at the figure reflected from inside, and gestured at the hairstyle. The movement just now was too intense, and the hairstyle was messy.

Bartlett seemed even more restrained on the side. But he just heard the saying, "Get in 300,000, and get out 200,000!" Damn, this is his salary that he has been close to two years. Moreover, if he is classified as a fight, he may have to go to jail, but with the ability of the savior, he may be out in a few months.

Judging from the bodyguards, they are so familiar.

Obviously, Tang Dao keeps his word, and Bartlett feels a little savory. How good should this be to them in normal times so that they can make them willingly contribute?

Of course he didn't know that in addition to the insurance that Tang Dao had to buy, these bodyguards also provided employment and internal school loans to their families (all employees enjoyed). If they were admitted to Ivy League University, they could provide free funding, but they would have to work for the company for 5 years.

In addition to these, as long as you join your bodyguard team, each person will be one Rolls-Royce.

The luxury goods that others look like, Tang Dao is the boss and the toy.

"What are you thinking? Mr. Bartlett."

"Uh...I'm thinking, your hairstyle looks so good, Mr. Nicholas."

When Tang Dao heard the other party praise him, he nodded with satisfaction, "I think so too."
Chapter completed!