In the early days of the Qing Dynasty, an anti-Qing secret organization, over the years, has gradually forgotten its roots and has evolved into a gang of gamblers and market-raiders who profit from all sorts of despicable means to oppress the people. In the early days of the Qing Dynasty, an anti-Qing secret organization, over the years, has gradually forgotten its roots and has evolved into a gang of gamblers and market-raiders who profit from all sorts of despicable means to oppress the people.
Those who joined the gang were not only lazy young people, but unruly hooligans. With no exception, it is people who do not work, and who work with one arm and one body, and who act with one foot and with one foot and with one foot.
In Tianjin, when they joined, the new man and the old man ate a pot of noodles, so they called them “pots”.
These men, who join the pot, are like the scavengers of the South, but they’re not the same, and they’re called “wipes” and “mucks.”
Because it’s not someone else, it’s yourself.
How dare you go out and do this to yourself? The strangulation of the stubble, and the blood of the stubble, were aimed at strangling others, holding them together and scaring them. From then on, they will be subjected to “awesomeness” among the common people and will be “average” and “mixing” and “aggression” among the common people. They will be attached to the common people as maggots, who will receive money for a long time. They will be quenched with flat cakes and white-handed fish, which will squeeze workers from all walks of life.
An old society, Tianjin, has created a lot of “surprising things” with a obnoxious, obnoxious and obnoxious approach.
This paper is a microcosm of the history of one of Tianjin’s gangsters, telling the story of these hooligans and of that terrible dark history.
I. FIELDING
Under the Nine Rivers, the three floating bridges are at two gates.
They eat from the mountains and from the water. The merchant ships on the river were fast-moving, the cargo piled up on the docks and the foot of the moving cargo was brought in.
Loading a small pier on the Tianjin River, a lorries car on the shore, and a cycling truck.
Those famous gangsters had a big eye on the fatty, and they had their feet in their hands, and they turned their heads. Convergence, bullying, exploitation of porters, and fighting each other’s lives for docks and cargo yards.
At the end of the day, Tianjin’s village
It was a three-volt weather day, which should have been clear, but the sky was like a lead plate, the clouds were falling low on the ground, and the air was suffocating.
On the first night of the day, Master Zhoukura, who had been at the head of his village, had suddenly collapsed with the sword of the Blue Dragon and smashed the table offering.
Old people think it’s bad, and when the weather changes, they go to their homes with kids who are having fun. According to them, when the sky appears, they must use a knife and a gun.
In the meantime, a large group of strong men, with axes and forks, came squealing towards the village.
The two leaders, with similar faces, were dressed in white silk pants, and handsomely dressed; but they were not more than six feet tall, had a foot long, had a big horse in his face, and went on walking, shouting, “Standing down the Season House, killing Reed.” I’m sorry.
These are the horse masters who run the East Cargo Field: the Ma’s brothers. They call it “two horses in the East Cargo Market” and are known for their lives and for their fear.
About 200 of the men who followed them were in hard clothes, with their clothes filled with patches, their faces filled with anger, and their faces were darker than the sky.
Just a few days ago, Reed, head of the Quarterhouse, running the West Cargo Field, was turned into a spy for his good business, and was turned into a rat.
How can the Mardi Grads stop and fight so hard to find Reed and avenge his shame? But the real purpose is to take advantage of the opportunity to annex the West Field.
It is customary for foot-to-leg behaviour to compete for territory, plunder resources and often to be accomplished by means of armed combat or fire.
The Reed was also not a good man. He had been well informed and had called his two hundred footmen to stand up and stand up in the open in front of the village.
But he who sees an enemy will be blinded by his eyes, and he who wants to avenge it will strike with a sword. At this point, a single piece of Mars will immediately ignite the flames of the war between the two sides.
At the moment of the conflict, a skinny, dry old man came between the two sides and punched each other in the face of the Marriott brothers and Reed: “Can you stop your hands and listen to someone?” I’m sorry.
The old man, who is a faceless old man in Tianjin’s gang, has become known for his “robe belt” and, in the context of the gang’s conflict, can play the role of a “magistrate” with the prestige of his predecessors.
It’s just that the old man’s face is so bad that hundreds of people on both sides are yelling at each other.
The old man suddenly kneels down, turns around and slams his head on both sides of the ground, slams his head like a bloodbath a few times.
It’s his show. He’s got a nickname called “Honking Monkey.” Because of their age, their dignity and their heads are stung, they can often bluff each other.
Is it because of the money? Because each time he speaks and succeeds, both parties to the conflict will give him a share of the benefit.
But this time he’s kind of in the ice cellar — it’s cold. The two horses and Reed have a life-and-death conflict, and the key is the conflict of interest behind them.
After a moment of shock, he was left alone, and he kept moaning his fists and screaming, and the old man had to retreat.
“Lee, you’ve got too much appetite in your house to remember me. You’re farting in your nest and trying to swallow it alone.” Today we’re going to take the gun with us! I’m sorry.
“If you win, you’ll lose, and Ma’ll get out of Tianjin.” I’m sorry.
“Yes! Yes! Get out of Tianjinbei! “The horse’s team burst into a cry.
Reed has also seen the waves, and at a time when a big, fat face full of mudslides is full of indignity, and it’s not too slow to say, “You can eat more if you can. Now that you’re here, we’ll meet again!” I’m sorry.
“Well, Mr. Li is an open man. How can we compare today? “The two horses are not afraid.”
Reed smiled and waved. It was only seen that a large stove with a kerosene keg filled with porcelain coal balls, and a blue fire soaked to the top, could feel the flames burning with hot and hot pain several metres away.
The stove was set up, and Reed’s team immediately drew a man and placed a large, one-foot-a-tight iron in the oven, which burned red.
The man was about to see the fire. He had no hesitation in pressing the iron on his chest. He only heard the sound of the “smoking” and the smell of the roasted human flesh came out.
But the man bites his teeth and shuts him up, and he’s the only one who’s sweating straight down!
And when the iron was turned from red to black, he threw it to the ground, and he went forward and fell. A few people took him away with them.
The Ma’s brothers met, groaned in vain, and waved and called out a man from their ranks.
The man was big and black and had a strong hand job; however, he had to wait and move forward.
The horse’s eyeballs are staring at him: “Four, hurry up and show them your hands! I’m sorry.
The sound of the sound of the sound, the sound of a thunderstorm in the east, the softening of his legs and feet, the more reluctantly he moves to the front of the stove, and whispers, “Blessed by the Buddha of the Buddha, the Holy Mother of the Sage!” I’m sorry.
I’ll send you two to put him on the stove.
Listening to the screams of “ow” and burning old man’s ass, struggling to roll down from the stove; his pants are burned, his skin is fuzzy, his body is sore, he’ll die alive.
The Ma took the opportunity to shout, “Reed killed Joo’s brother and his brother avenged him!” I’m sorry.
On one order, more than 400 people were fighting together. The rain is pouring.
Most of them are not much of a fighter, either, but they are a fighter and a man with a hammer, a crowbar, a saw, and they are slamming their head and body. The blood and limbs and the rain were flying in a single moment, and the sound of screams and scolds were heard.
Why do you fight so hard?
In the old days, most of them were privately owned, with a certain degree of control over the land, and the loaders, dockers, drivers, porters, etc., had to pay for most of their income.
In addition to the related interests, it also uses associations, clans, etc. to bind the freedom of workers through bands and regulations, which create a personal dependency between workers and heads. In doing so, the workers ‘ right to life and death is in their hands.
I mean, like the two horses and Reed, they’re all mixed up. Fighting, or being nurtured, has been a constant cause for growth.
In the event of a seizure of the land or a foot in the head, both sides force the workers to engage in an armed fight. A person who smokes a “life and death” before a gun fight, and who blacks out a dead person, must be killed or killed to frame him.
Joo’s name is the dead end, and he has to die, and he has to follow the rules, despite his reluctance. Otherwise, even if you run away, the whole family will be implicated.
If he dies as a rule during the conflict, his family is supported by foot for life.
In this way, under the command of the gangs, the two factions are struggling to eat for their own sake, and have to fight for their lives. No one can and will not retreat without an order from his head.
After a while, both sides had their eyes red, and Reed had to unload the village’s machete and join the regiment! Two men were cut down, their flesh turned and blood splattered several metres. Those who look back and see the horses lose.
All of a sudden, the sound of a bang was so loud, that everyone looked up and looked for it, but the Namar brothers had no idea where to get a penetrating copper cannon, covered with a big oil umbrella, and the one that splattered their heads at the crowd.
Don’t look at this little copper cannon, which is a big arm, but it’s a human to a shell and it’s finished.
After one round, both horses were shot and thrown down.
In the rain, the Ma’s brothers laugh, and no matter what you die or die, the workers’ lives are worthless and they want the good. In the middle of the day, there’s another one.
Reed’s men were deterred by the deranged trance of the two horses, then scattered and fled.
The battle was won by the Ma’s brothers; not only did they gain the right to run the Western freight yard, but they were also “sung up” in Tianjin.
Loading… the village of the Qin family was near the old Dragon Head Station and disappeared after the construction of the warehouse.
More than 200 porters on both sides were killed or injured.
The families of the deceased have only received a small clemency and have fallen victim to the interests of their heads.
In this fire, a teenage boy has been hiding behind two horses.
His name was Kosei-san, and he was a “mixed generation” who came to “watch the war” for the sole purpose of opening his eyes, because his father had a relationship with the horse’s penis, and he went with him this season.
In this battle, Kosiko has opened his eyes!
The burning of the ass-burning four makes him feel both contempt and disgusted, and the blood-thirsty arms fights turn him on and on. But he was most impressed by the two horses and Reed’s big-time gangsters.
He did not think that the gangsters were in control of people’s lives and deaths. That was a five-order extension. By one order, hundreds of people would die for themselves, perhaps more than the Emperor’s old man.
“You’re a gangster and you have to be a gangster. That’s what I do! This battle has given Kosei Kosei an infinite amount of evil to his heart.
II. EMPLOYMENT
Tianjin, old town, Ray’s restaurant.
At midday, a group of teenagers walked into the kitchen.
These people are not children of a decent family, and they are idle and lazy. All dressed in blue pants, with open chests; blue socks with blue feet. Some people had a big wig in their braids and some had flowers in them. Snoopy eyes, sniveling.
Boss, look, I know it’s a gangster. And then he smiled and said, “Oh, how many young masters have followed the rules? I’m sorry.
And the young man who led the young man in the neck said to him, “Your master Hong is here today, that’s what you eat!” I’m sorry.
The boy went to the front door of the shop, stripped his pants and fell naked. He was only seen holding the back of his head with his two hands, protecting the temple with his elbows, holding his legs tight and holding the door down.
This move has provoked a crowd of food-eating eaters to drop chopsticks and to sit around the door and watch.
“Hey, see? And the four of them, “Eat from the old store.”
“No, it’s obvious. The kid’s young and he’s got guts. I’m sorry.
One way to make money is to play with a non-worker like a “blank cake, white-handed fish” and go to a business like rice, a restaurant, a setup, where a good business like this is made up of “protective fees”, commonly known as “eating an old store”.
But it’s not for nothing. You have to show yourself. If you can get through it, you’ll be able to “eat” the place and get a “smoking red” for a long time.
This is not something that a man can do, but it is a person who cannot afford to be seriously hurt, who can be broken and who can be killed alive.
When he returned to the kitchen, he took a scepter and went to the young man’s side, rounded his arm and punched him in the leg.
One at a time, two at a time, and the people at the perimeter report, and they hit 20 or 30 straight! The boss’s arm was sore and sweaty.
The young people on the ground, however, were gnawing on their teeth, not even moving. It’s called “smoking.”
If it’s a pain, or if it’s a “aye”, it’s a “aye,” it’s a “aye,” and it’s more like being driven away by shopkeepers and shamed by their peers.
Until 50 strokes, the young man rose up and put a dry braid over his neck, biting his teeth and saying, “I’ll eat you up.” I’m sorry.
I’ll see you around.
The boss saw the kid as a stinger and he couldn’t get away with it. You’re not gonna ask questions, either. I’m covered in this store! If you don’t die, come back in three days! I’m sorry.
This young man is a Kung-sung, and since the end of the season, he has become more and more convinced that he wants to become a gangster, and that he wants to be known, and that he needs to make a big effort to get on his own. You can’t just do “care” in a theater like his father.
In the company of a few punks, Kosako decided to take the business first, in the famous Ray’s restaurant.
This old town is the site of Tianjin Old City, which used to be a rich businessman, Jaeyun. The Rey’s restaurant has a small face, but it’s an old place with generations.
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Kosako had a long history of hatred for not paying for dinner here.
But how did he know that this was supposed to be a chicken-cooked duck– a busy day, and someone at Ray’s restaurant was “eating.” I came home to talk to my father.
After hearing about the restaurant, he started laughing and threw his hand into his mouth: “You son of a bitch, why don’t you rob the restaurant?” Of course, someone already took it! Don’t you fucking think about it! It’s embarrassing! I’m sorry.
So he said, “The school has been feeding the cripples of the river 20 years ago, and no one dares to cause trouble. So you dare stab this bee’s nest.” I’m sorry.
“But now that he’s out of line, we’ll meet this cripple in three days. I’m sorry.
iii. The fruit of man
Three days later, at Ray’s restaurant, the crowd gathered to see a “good show” coming.
On the one hand, Kosako was with his father, and on the other hand, he was a cripple with two sons.
It’s kind of nice to meet and greet.
He smiled, and said, “Mr. Luo, the child is not very good, but you are still shocked.” I’m sorry.
“The old, the famous, the young don’t know me, and today they come with two dogs.” I’m sorry.
The two sides seem to be polite, while the dark tide surges.
This cripple is a character, in his 60s, with all his hair white, with only a few hairs left in his white hair. He started a few years ago as a “stop the river to collect taxes” and stopped a big rope in the narrow of the river with his men. The passing ship must be paid to pass, otherwise it will be beaten. One of his legs was mutilated in an armed fight.
After the shooting, Kang Eryan also did not say much that a pile of wood and charcoal had been laid on the ground, and then set fire to a large iron plate.
In the smoke, the iron plate is red.
I was only able to say, “Yes, I did.” Then he took his pants and legs, his shoes and socks, and he stepped on the iron plate!
“Yes! Yes! “It’s a big deal to watch the crowd get more and more exciting. The base of Kang Erang’s feet was blown with a hot hysteria, and every step, a black footprint was left on it. That’s why Kosuke realized that his father wasn’t an asshole.
The cripples were just sitting around and watching, smoking and laughing, as if in his eyes it was just a fly, a little kick.
The Kanji face was not changed until a few laps on the train board, and although it was so painful that he was sweating his clothes, he was still laughing at him and provoking his eyes.
A couple of punks put him on the side before they got to work, and the doctors from the Ray’s old shop took care of the medication.
There was a thunderous round of applause in the crowd, and everyone knew that the next scene would stimulate tension.
The only thing I saw was the cripples standing up and screaming, “Please pot!” I’m sorry.
A couple of guys took a big pot out of the back, a metre in diameter, big and deep, filled with hot oil! The pot was also used as a guest at the opening of the restaurant, and was carefully collected as a treasure for the town store.
The crowds were staring at each other, holding their breaths, and everyone was guessing that the cripple was trying to…
The pot’s been put up on the shelf, and the guys are adding some more wood, and the fire is getting hotter and hotter!
The cripples, when they saw the oil, took their shirts off, showed their tops full of scars, made a coop around them, and shouted, “My son has entrusted it to you. Ladies and gentlemen, I’m going to try this pot today! I’m sorry.
After that, the cripple dragged himself to the stool and walked into the oil pot with his eyes open, his eyes closed, he shrunk into the pot, he didn’t say a word!
In the hot sun, everyone feels like they’re covered in a cold, they’re frightful, they’re so cold, they’re only reminding people that it’s not an illusion, it’s true!
It was only a few seconds before the crowd exploded with a loud shout, with eyes, with sprains and vomitings, and with scrambling towards the oil pot.
The two sons of the Roman family fell down on their knees, tumbled their heads at the oil pot, neither stopped nor shouted.
Master Lui shouted, “Have a good trip, I will take care of your family!” I’m sorry.
In a few moments, the cripples were blown up into a “human fruit” or “human oil bar”.
The boss told the men to pick up the body and put it on a white cloth, wrapped it up and brought it to the two sons of the cripple.
The boys blinked and did not even shed a tear, carrying a body bag that was still permeating, and did not turn their heads.
He had no idea that the cripples had gone to such a point, that he would risk his life and that he would die. His beating, which no one has ever reborn to fight, has laid the foundations for the future generations.
That’s it. If you want this game back, he’ll have to jump out of the pot. He won’t follow. When I think about it, I’ll have to ask Kung-sung to bring someone home.
Kang Erang’s shop has not been contested, and he has been killed. Even though they have no fear for their own lives, they are hurt. But most of all, he can’t hang around Tianjin and has to move to the outskirts of the capital.
Far from Tianjin, the cripples of the old gang left an indelible impression in his heart that he was often careful and that he would then have to do what had been hailed as “the feats” but that he could not be such a fool to jump on the oil pot. You have to learn two horses!
IV. BULLSHIP FOR COURSE
When he arrived in the capital, he was well-fed, but his heart was gone, and he became a good man; he became more active.
Tianjin called a gangster, the capital called a gangster. Kosiko inherited Tianjin’s enthusiasts, with their sharp hands and their brains, and in a few days he became the head of a few street hoodlums in the neighborhood, leading the way to trouble.
But ordinary people don’t mess with them, they hide. Even the big gangsters in the neighborhood don’t want to mess with them, fearing they’ll get caught.
The little hoodlums are based on the temples at the entrance of the village and are usually gathered together to discuss how to make a name for themselves and how to get money.
In a chat, a bad boy talked about the city and mentioned a special group of people here.
The group is neither a businessman nor a landman, but it is enviable to have cash on it, to have a lot of oil, and to have a spicy taste.
The man he was talking about was the Ku-kun who was guarding the bank.
At the feet of the heavens, the capital of the capital, the capital of the capital, the capital of the capital, has gathered both of the country’s tax revenues over the years and has been extremely heavily prepared.
In addition to the officials in the vault, the bottom line is the Kubong. They are responsible for moving the vaults on a rotational basis, always four or five times a month.
Every time he enters the vault, he removes all his clothes and puts on a professional vault. Once the work has been completed, they must be naked and re-examined; the aim is to prevent them from stealing the belt.
However, under such harsh supervision, the Kuo would succeed.
They practiced some strange ways of concealing silver, which they could not imagine, and which nostrils, mouths and ears were hidden from them.
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How can he get money after he’s come to the capital? You can’t afford to rob me anyway.
As a result, the gang, led by Kosei-suk, spent some time staring at the steps and mapping out the way one of the fat Kusakus went to work.
This evening, several people were ambushed in the alley where the Fat Ku soldier had to go to work, and shortly after that, they saw him shaking his fat body with a lantern.
When he saw no one, he blew his whistle, and the scoundrels swung up, shut up, blindfolded, bound. Without much effort, the Ku was tied to a nearby, remote house, without saying anything, first by beating up.
The Kuo soldiers were beaten up and rolled around on the ground, but their mouths were blocked and they could only shout.
As soon as he looked, he took his hand and took it to his mouth, but his eyes were blindfolded.
The Ku, who felt empty in his mouth, was about to scream, but without his lips, he had a foot full of Kung-sung in his stomach and had to say, “Good man forgives his life.” I’m sorry.
Kung-sung down the sound saying, “Son, I know what you’re doing. Take out the hidden silver before I stab you!” I’m sorry.
The fat Ku-sik heard the voice of a young man, and he was sly, even without money.
Kung-sung doesn’t care about him. A couple of little gangsters have their hands full of fat Kuo soldiers. A few hands were pulled out of his ears, nose, etc., and a small piece of stinking silver came out of his belly button.
The scoundrels were glad to see the money, but Kang-sung didn’t move, and pulled out a dagger and took a head over the belly of Ku, saying, “Didn’t you say there was no silver?” Take them out or I’ll put gas in your fat belly! “It’s like he’s been slashing his stomach twice.
This scares the fat Ku-kun and says he’s putting silver in his anus. People laugh when they hear it.
If he wanted to untie himself, and fearing that he would run away, he would have sent his hand down to take it out and promised that if he could, he would have an extra piece of silver.
You’re welcome to see some silver. Just hold on to the Kuo and pull it out.
To steal silver, Kuo trained his anus differently than usual, and a few hooligans pulled three or four pieces of silver out of it. The fat Quilun, who was in pain, was all over his body, sweating, but was afraid to scream, because he was holding a dagger over his neck.
When the silver was in his hand, Kosuke broke up with the little hoodlums and left the fat Cudoon in place.
So, the Kung-sung guys go after Ku-kun’s silver every other time. The people who were robbed were not afraid to whisper, but had to be eaten in the dark and knocked down their front teeth and swallowed them.
After a few successs, they became more and more daring to kidnap the Kubs and release them for ransom.
This night, the Kung-sung gang counted time and intended to repeat it.
But this time, they had a hard time. When they attacked two Ku-kuns, they found out that one of them was an expert!
Kosako and others, although wearing short-stabbing daggers, did embroidered their legs, compared to their families, and touched their eggs with stones. He was beaten to death and cried out to his mother.
After a while, there was Kosiko himself, who was carrying a dagger and fighting back, without fear or fear, in the true tradition of the mixed.
Unfortunately, he was able to cut his arm with a few strokes of courage and was taken for a short while without insisting and sent directly to the nearby Dahing County Hall.
It turns out that one of the Koku soldiers had a real identity, but the Kung Fu master was the bodyguard he paid for. After the loss of his life, Kosaku came up with this move and handed him over in the name of the thief. Of course, this day he certainly didn’t have any silver.
Who knows, after hearing the case, Li Zhiqing of Da Xing County appreciates the promotion. In his jurisdiction, there was a breakdown in the security situation, the number of cases causing headaches and the fact that many of his court sentences were mixed.
Little gangsters like Kosako, who fear nothing, especially those who have a bad heart and are smart, can use it for themselves. So he said, “I know what you’re doing, but I think you’re a genius. How about you listen to me if you want? I’m sorry.
In fact, the Minister is an inmate of the court and is in charge of the arrest, inspection of prisoners, security, etc. Don’t look at the lack of office, but there are some powers to run the local affairs, and so-called county officials are less in charge.
He will not be able to distinguish between its pros and cons, nor will his eyes turn, but he will promise.
V. Developments
When the people in the court are backstage, Kosako will no longer be in the camp of the little hooligans on the street. He organized himself, at the behest of LEE, with his own hooligans, and became an official fighter.
Since his arrival, the territory of LEE Zhiqiang has been flattened. But that’s not how he really helped the peace, but he, the “official gangsters” who took all the big and small gangsters in the area and, whatever the case was, he took them to the ground and kept the victim from reporting.
At that time, the Great Qing nation had become ill and had spread the smell of poverty, backwardness and ignorance. The Government has lost control of the civilian population and has resorted to gangs as intermediaries.
Li Zhi Zhiqing, who brings the treasures under his jurisdiction, the whorehouses and so on, comes to the door and joins them in a series of attempts to protect them and to take advantage of them.
More than that, Kosiko has done more bad things in private. Killed, raped and forced into prostitution. As long as he wants, he won’t dare. But there has never been any court case for many years because of Lee Zhi.
In the old days and days, Li Zhiqing made him rich from the middle, while Kosei took more and changed, and became the owner of the family, the local leader, known as the Little King.
But he changed his mind immediately after he had his hair.
The first is that Li Zhen has insatiable greed and has no power, and the second is that he holds his own shorts in his hand, and it is a scourge; and the third is that he has left his post and has no power.
Then he called his brothers in secret, first of all, to bind him to his youngest son, and then to inform him that he would go to ransom himself; and when he had arrived, all the men would be buried alive.
Li Zhiqing went missing, and his family was in a state of chaos, and he went to his home with condolence. Because he had been working for the family of Lee, and no one doubted him, but he took over the family of Ambassador Li for a while.
VI. Battering the game
By virtue of his viciousness and his wits, after a middle-aged man earned a large share of his career, he turned himself into a country gentleman.
He also changed his old days’ entanglements and started to wear short robes and silk. It is a man who is a man who is a man of philanthropy, a man who is a man of philanthropy.
In fact, he secretly opened a brothel, a brothel, a boxer and a loan shark in Kyeongjin. I’m not happy with you.
You sit in your own business and drink tea and enjoy the success.
On this day, Kotoko suddenly came to the palace of Tianjin. The young man wore a small hat, he was naked, and he was wearing rags.
Loading people who were involved in gambling at the time of clearance.
Seeing’s not a regular. The bethead’s trying to come up. The young man had come to the bet without saying a word and had cut a piece of meat off his leg and threw it on the case.
The young man’s entire leg was red with blood, but the young man’s brows were not wrinkled, but the treasurer who looked down at the bets.
You know, the kid is a gangster, he’s a gambler. Either you want to be famous or you want to get an example.
The bet is full of laughs: “This young man is a hero, we know the rules, but this is a great place, and he’s a good man. Why don’t you come with me to the cabinet and we’ll pay for the medicine? I’m sorry.
And the gamblers stopped looking this way.
The young man was a little nervous in the sight of the crowd, and he had a red face and a little tremor in his injured leg, but he had a hard mouth. Master, I’m sure you’ll have it today I’m sorry.
The bethead looked at the treasurer and pulled his face down: “Well, if you say so, then we’ll play with you.” I’m sorry.
One of the gang members who looked at the scene came forward with a dirty face and pulled three pieces of meat of the same size with a dagger on his leg and threw it at the treasure case. It’s a three to one cut!
The gamblers around saw him shout, and then they kept their eyes on the dice.
I saw the dice flip in the hands of the treasurer. And the sound of the crumbs that collide in the dice as if it were knocking on the heart of everyone present.
Pop! The treasurer put the dice on the scene, opened it gently, and the young man lost! The treasurer held the young man’s leg to his side, provoking him, “Do you still bet?” I’m sorry.
The juvenile face was as dead as ashes and his lips were shaking, apparently not thinking what to do next.
It was in the eyes of this bone that someone started laughing behind the back of everyone: “This little friend, let’s not play this anymore!” Turn around, it’s Kosiko.
The tung-sung wears silk and seven or eight gold rings on his hands, and the man has begun to get fat and has long been free of youth. If it wasn’t for a bad look, it would look like an ordinary rich man.
The day he actually sat behind the Bureau and had tea, and it was new to hear people come in front of the press, because he was too big to be in trouble.
It’s not uncommon in Tianjin. Either the authorities beat the gang up, or the authorities regularly pay for it.
He’d like to see who dares to make trouble in his own territory.
Seeing as a hairy young man, Kosako wonders what happened when he was young, and laughs in his heart: “It’s true that Jiangshan has a talent.” I’m sorry.
So he split up the crowd, and he settled in town, and he looked at himself, and he asked people to take a look at the scene, and to take a look at it, and he looked at the teenagers smiling, and he said, “Come on, give the young man medicine.” I’m sorry.
There’s something on the bet, everybody, take a breath!
Turns out this bet is a bowl of coarse salt particles with half a green bean.
It’s sea salt, which is usually cooked in a small amount, which is only used in pickles.
When Kosako sat in front of a teenager with a horse’s gold knife, he grabbed a coarse salt and smiled and said, “I’ll help you heal the wounds!” I’m sorry.
Spill the salt on the kid’s wound! At the moment, blood and yellow liquids continued to drop down with his hands.
It’s not torture that ordinary people can endure, but it’s the sort of thing to go through to mess up the game!
The young man’s face had been sorely twisted at the time that he opened his mouth that he couldn’t stop screaming when he had just said two dirty words, and went on to roll and screamed like a pig and a cow.
Kung-sung’s face was filled with contempt and dumped blood and salt on his hands, and he stood up and stood up to his side, “I’m sorry, a small thing has disturbed your mood, so let’s continue to play.” I’m sorry.
Then he said to the young man on the ground, in a cold state, “Friends, this is not funny.” After that, the gambler and the guy threw the boy on the street.
You know, if you get beat up, you’ll be like his dad was a cripple. You can’t play anymore.
To Kosuke, this is a small thing in his life.
VII. DEATH
This evening, Kosako went home from the Possibilities, where he drank a little wine and was not brought with him to take a bath in the new garden bath, with a shaved face and a head massage, which was a great hobby of his age.
Suddenly he felt something sharp on his back.
I’m loading… a new bathhouse in Tianjin.
Kosiko was surprised to know it was a dagger. “Friends, I have a silver ticket in my pocket.” I’m sorry.
As he said, he turned slowly and in the light of the moon, he felt that the man was a little familiar, and he looked at him with a dagger, and he was the young man who was messing with the treasure.
Seeing him, Kosiko’s wine went down a lot, and he laughed, “Who am I?” I’m sorry.
The young man’s leg was a bit lame, but his eyes were as cold as a dagger: “The day I fell into your hand, I peed, but don’t be sad, I stabbed you today. I’m sorry.
When he was of age, he was always dressed up as a country gentleman, but his sleeves were longer than ordinary people because he had a dagger hidden in his sleeve.
When he was young, he did a lot of bad things, and now he’s always protected himself from revenge.
At this point, he takes advantage of the opportunity to talk to young people and slowly removes the dagger from his sleeve.
But when he faded twice, the sweat came down, and he forgot to bring the guy today.
Kosako reacted fast enough, and suddenly he threw the fan on the young man’s face and turned his head.
The young man reacted faster, saw something thrown over, put his hands in the air, followed by a few steps and stabbed him in the shoulder.
When he ate pain on his shoulder, and his feet were broken, he fell on the ground, and a chill came up from within.
He turned his back on nothing at this time and begged for forgiveness: “My Lord, I have given you my treasure, do not kill me.” I’m sorry.
The young man listened to what he said, and he put a knife in his head with a knife, which almost pierced him.
As if he were inundated with blood, he wanted to say something, one mouth, only more blood, and tried to reach for it, but he caught it with weakness.
At that moment, he seemed to have seen the cripples of Luo, who had been blown up by adult fruit, standing in front of him, and many others who had been killed by him.
Kosuke ended up making two.
The young man put away the dagger, and he was half lame and disappeared in the night.
VIII. Concluding remarks
Gangsters like Koseiko are not uncommon in the old society. They were the scum of that time, sank by the ills of societies.
Young people struggled with courage, grew up in mid-life, and grew older with brains.
They follow their principles as part of the violent forces of society.
They destabilized society naked and caused suffering to the population. But they themselves are also held hostage by the identity of the hooligans and their deeds, so that they may not return.
It was not until after liberation that the businesses of footwalking, casinos, brothels, and smoking houses, which were run by gangs, were effectively banned. The evil soil that breeds the hooligans has also been eradicated.
References:
The History of China’s Rogues.
The History of Rogues.
The Newborn of Old Tianjin.
“The Secrets of the Old China Three”
“Most-day conveyances from Tianjin Footstep System “
Quantification of the Treasury System
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
