Chapter 265 Loyalty, Business
Happy Valley, the horse king's manor.
It is said to be a manor, but in fact it is just a large open space, located in the wilderness.
Surrounding the manor is a large row of lush pine trees, which together with the fence, separate the horse farm from the surrounding land.
The manor is surrounded by large grasslands, and inside are circular fences filled with soft sand for horse trainers and jockeys to practice horses.
Thirteen was sitting on a wooden recliner, watching the fierce horses neighing and galloping on the horse training ground. Her recent depression seemed to have been healed.
This made her completely forget that there were many thugs with guns and live ammunition staring at her around her.
"Good horse! Horse King, your horse [Rongteng Era] has a strong butt, clear limbs, even and steady breathing when running, and a coordinated and orderly pace. If it participates in the Dragon Sheng Cup next month, it will definitely be An eye-catching horse.”
King Ma glanced at her, the cigar in his hand motionless, "Do you understand horses too?"
Thirteen was neither humble nor arrogant and said: "I only know a little bit about horses. In front of you, the King of Horses, who dares to say that he knows horses?"
Without looking at Thirteen, the King of Horses only has eyes for horses.
"This horse can run short distances. It has enough strength and explosive power. Other horses can't catch up with it even if the jockey's whip is broken.
But if I plan to let it run three thousand meters, the horse is not ready yet.
It is too impatient and will run wildly as soon as it gets out of the fence. If the jockey kicks the horse in the belly or uses a whip, it will run even more desperately.
When it ran like this, other horses couldn't catch up. Before they got out of the straight, they had to be pulled out by it for more than ten positions.
But according to this running method, it can't run very far, and it will have to exhaust itself to death before it reaches the halfway point.
So now I let the jockey temper his temper. When the fierceness has been tempered and his breathing and pace have calmed down, I will let him go out and run. ”
Thirteen listened and realized something: "It's not just horses, it's the same for people. If you run fast or in a hurry, you think you're far ahead. In fact, in the end, it's easy to break your leg accidentally."
"That's right. Horses are no different from humans. They will never have a long memory unless they are whipped."
As King Ma said, his expression suddenly changed, and he slapped his palm on the table, causing everything on the table to tremble.
As soon as there was movement here, the thugs standing not far away over there all moved forward. They didn't stop until King Ma raised his hand to stop them, with murderous intent still on their faces.
Ma Wang and Thirteen looked at each other, their eyes wide open, and the muscles on their faces were almost piled together, showing a terrifying aura.
Thirteen was still the same as before, calm and relaxed, with a pair of eyes just looking at him lightly.
When the horse king saw this, he became even more angry.
"Fuck the mother! Long Gen killed Ah Sheng. As his goddaughter, you still dare to come here. Aren't you afraid that I will let my men steal rice?"
Only then did Thirteen's expression change, but it was a smile.
"King Ma, you have always been upright and upright. I don't believe you would let your subordinates do such a thing."
"Don't believe it?"
Ma Wang snorted coldly, "A Sheng is dead. I don't care about morals or anything else. I watched him grow up, and his father asked me to take care of him before he died. Take the mother! So good. A child was killed by a piece of egg like Long Gen. Fight against the mother! "
His veins were so angry that he felt like he was about to overturn the table in the next second.
Thirteen also frowned, "King Ma, it doesn't matter how you scold me, but my Lord Qi has left, please be merciful, and Brother Sheng... Prince Sheng was not killed by my Lord Qi, he was No matter how many grievances we have with the prince, we can't kill all the uncles together, including his uncle, the boss."
Ma Wang rolled his eyes and muttered: "That's not necessarily the case. Some people just want to be the talkers, and they won't hesitate even if they are told to kill their biological father!"
Even though he said this, he still asked a little unnaturally: "Then who killed Ah Sheng?"
Thirteen stared into his eyes without any evasion, sincerely and resolutely.
"You also know that person, but I don't know if you have the courage to take revenge?"
King Ma frowned, "Masahito Yamamoto?"
Ever since he made his high-profile debut by killing the Four Tigers of West Central in one night, Masahito Yamamoto has become the most talked about figure in the world recently.
But he is also very mysterious. Even after he became a fit man in Sai Wan and Wan Chai, he rarely showed up. To the point where most magazines wanted to create a gimmick and could only find an artist to draw a vague back or a simple sketch. , the dragon has its head but not its tail.
Even the basic introduction is lacking. I just follow the example of a gourd painting, add some details about how he attacked and killed the Four Tigers in Western District, and write it out with a little bit of my own fantasy.
As a result, many versions appeared on the streets.
It is said that Masahito Yamamoto is an Iga ninja who knows the art of pupil. One of his eyes is purple, layered like an onion, and the other eye is blood red with several black magatama in the pupil position. The tigers all exploded and died.
Others say that in fact, there was an epic cross-border sadomasochism between the Sai Wan Four Tigers and Masahito Yamamoto. The white-haired man grew hateful because of love, and finally killed the four of them. This story begins in a cave...
While many young people regard him as their idol, legend has it that bosses at Ma Wang's level are very afraid of him.
The more mysterious and unclear the background, the more dangerous it becomes.
Because you don't know who is standing behind him.
It would be fine if there were a few detectives and Jazz could back him up. Even if he had Thunder Tiger above him, it would just be a little more difficult, not difficult to handle. The most worrying thing is that no one knows what is hidden behind him, and judging from the slightest traces, his power cannot be underestimated.
After pondering for a moment, Ma Wang said: "I just said that Long Gen didn't have the guts to fall out with Asheng publicly. He didn't have the means to kill Asheng. If it was Masahito Yamamoto, it would make sense."
After a pause, he asked again: "Dragon root, was it also the carrot head that killed it?"
Thirteen nodded, with a cold look in his eyes, "Yes, I guess besides us, most people in Heli Sheng also know, but they don't have the guts to go against Yamamoto Masahito."
"Damn it! A bunch of eggs are scattered without spring bags!"
Ma Wang hammered the table hard and looked at Thirteen again.
"What are you going to do?"
"Revenge!"
There was a trace of doubt in Ma Wang's eyes, "Just you?"
"It's not just me, all of Mr. Qi's adopted sons will take action. We won't let that bastard Masahito Yamamoto have an easy time."
"Oh? Are there just a few of you in North Point?"
King Ma scratched his face. When Long Gen was in charge of the club, the people in Beijiao were indeed his best helpers. They were his murderous weapons, the vanguard of the club, and the death squads.
But if the entire army and Li Sheng fall in favor of Yamamoto Masahito, or if they don't intend to help the adopted sons of Beijiao, then this group of people will not be able to achieve anything.
Seeing the disappointment in Ma Wang's eyes, Thirteen said: "Ma Wang, I know what you are thinking. Compared with the entire society, we are really weak alone, but we have a batch of black powder."
Ma Wang still shook his head, "It's not enough. Since you can't get close to him, that guy can even kill Asheng, is it just you?"
Knowing his concerns, Shisan said again: "What if I have a master to help me?"
"Master?"
Ma Wang took the tea, took a sip, looked up at the sky, "How high is it? The plaster seller downstairs also says he is a master every day."
Thirteen folded his hands and said: "Is the champion of Kowloon Boxing Ring high enough?"
The horse king was immediately interested, but not very much, "Which champion? The Wind Chasing Knife or the Soul Seizing Gun?"
Thirteen also followed his example and looked up at the sky. The strong sunlight made her eyes feel moist.
"Is the one who destroyed the Kowloon boxing ring tall enough?"
"Huh?"
The horse king was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help but give a thumbs up and said: "High, this is high enough!"
After raising his voice a little higher, he changed the topic and said: "Then I wish you success."
Thirteen frowned, "Ma Wang, you mean you don't plan to take action?"
"Of course, why should I take action? This is an internal matter between you and Li Sheng. Should you choose a carrot head or a golden retriever to be the talker? What does it have to do with me?"
Ma Wang spread his hands and stuffed his body further into the lounge chair. His expression became more relaxed, as if it had nothing to do with him.
This is what Jianghu is like. On the surface, it is about brotherly loyalty, grudges and hatred, and saving face.
Going deeper, there is actually only two words left, and that is benefit.
Being an enemy of Yamamoto Masahito, no matter whether he succeeds or not, the disadvantages outweigh the advantages.
If it hadn't been done, with that Japanese man's ability, no matter how many guards Ma Wang hired, he would probably end up with his body and head missing.
Even if it is done, it is still true.
Some people will also say that it has nothing to do with others being victorious or killing their own people. How they kill each other is all their own business.
As a result, you, an outsider, came and killed the talker. When the next talker comes, do you want to avenge him?
Even if those big guys don't take revenge, you've still beaten them to death. When you go to bed in the middle of the night, are you afraid that there will be a stupid young man who wants to rise to power and use your head to become famous?
If it were thirty years ago, when Ma Wang was young and strong, he would drink soju without even thinking about it, pack a machete with a picture of a beautiful woman, and, among other things, chop the person first and then settle the matter.
But he is old, and now he is the leader of Heshenghe, with tens of thousands of people under him to eat with him. His son is a doctor and his daughter is a teacher. It is not worth gambling these things for a moment of loyalty.
It's called "He Zi Dui", but it's all Hongmen, but in the end, my own people are also beheading them? Nowadays, it doesn't seem to be a big deal just to ask a carrot head to be the talker, and that person's future is indeed unlimited.
Business is business, loyalty is loyalty.
Seeing that Ma Wang's attitude was obvious, Thirteen said no more, stood up straight, cupped his hands at him and said, "Just pretend I haven't been here today."
King Ma nodded, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
Thirteen said no more, turned around and left.
The horse king sat there, feeling that his whole body had lost all strength, and even his mood for watching the horses became waning, and the scorching sun burned his back.
(End of chapter)