The three little brothers who were standing aside with smiling faces were suddenly dumbfounded, and their smiles froze on their faces.

"Quick, run......" At this moment, the only thought in their hearts is to escape!

The corners of Ye Fan's mouth curled, and he let out a cold snort, and his figures flashed alternately among the three of them, and the three guys all fell to the ground without any suspense, unconscious.

"Brother Ye, are they ...... They're not dead, are they?" Lu Qingyu ran over in a panic, looking at these guys lying on the ground with a look of surprise, for fear that Ye Fan would make a heavy hand and cause death.

"Don't worry, I don't allow them to die without dying at all, but a small punishment is still needed. Ye Fan shook his head slightly and gave her a relieved smile, "Xiaoyu, you go into the house to pack up your things, and we'll go to Chinatown for a walk later, remember not to bring too many items." ”

Lu Qingyu nodded obediently, since he was fortunate to meet here again, everything was arranged by him, and that lonely and wandering heart could be regarded as having found the backbone.

Seeing Lu Qingyu enter the house, Ye Fan squinted at the snowy night sky, thinking about how to take the Hongmen knife.

Earlier, he had obtained information from all over the world, and Hongmen had dozens of rudders large and small all over the world, including most countries and regions in Southeast Asia, including Europe, Australia, and South America, in addition to China and Japan, all of which had their intertwined spheres of influence.

In the United States, Hongmen has spread all over the state and district, and Chinatown is their natural helmsman, with a large number of believers, as many as hundreds of thousands!

Such a huge organization like a giant dragon has flourished for two hundred years, and its interior is bound to be Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, unfathomable, Ye Fan came this time, it can be said that he was alone, deep into the tiger's den. The helm of Washington's Chinatown, which is not as big as San Francisco and New York, is not as big as the two largest Chinatowns in San Francisco and New York, but it is also one of the important helmstreets in the United States, and it is just right to go and test the water.

The snow became heavier and heavier, and the few figures who fell to the ground and wailed did not dare to move, for fear of being met with the same fate as Hong Dali, and gradually, these dozen guys were covered with a thick layer of snowflakes, and their hair and eyebrows were white.

A group of thinly dressed urchins came out of the slum buildings, laughing and playing snowball fights.

Ye Fan's mind moved, he glanced at these third-rate Hongmen personnel who were staggering, and beckoned to the group of children.

"Hey, do you want to earn some pocket money?" took out a wad of dollar bills, Ye Fan smiled and shook it.

The naughty boy in the slum had never seen so many banknotes, and rushed up, looking at the money and stretching out his immature little hands.

"Don't worry, it's all yours, one for each person, and if you see these scoundrels, you'll build a snowman, right? Whoever builds the fastest and best will be rewarded with another hundred dollars! The requirement is to give them only their eyes, noses, and mouths. ”

"Will the bad guys beat us?" asked a little girl timidly.

"No, if they dare to do anything, the uncle will tell them to have no hands, and if they dare to move their feet, the uncle will make them lame. ”

Hearing Ye Fan's promise, the children's vigilance vanished, and those bad guys were all frightened.

After getting a small reward, the children were enthusiastic and immediately started to build snowmen, and in the laughter, a strangely shaped humanoid snowman soon revealed its prototype.

Under Ye Fan's supervision, no guy dares to move around at will, and being piled into a snowman is better than breaking his arms and legs, right?

"Well, you're the fastest in this pile, come on, come on, a hundred dollars is yours...... Don't stop, there's a reward when you're done......"

The urchins frolicked, in groups of two or three, and created more than a dozen strange snowmen in this clearing.

"Brother Ye......" Lu Qingyu walked out of the room with a small trolley suitcase, and as soon as he went out, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Suddenly, more than a dozen snowmen appeared, and if you looked closely, these snowmen still had noses and eyes!

Is this what he calls a small punishment?

These guys must regret coming here now, right?

"Let's go, Xiaoyu, go to Chinatown!" Ye Fan took the trolley box in her hand, hugged a large group of naughty children, and walked out of this poor neighborhood.

Behind him, the dozen or so snowmen had stiff hands and feet, and in the cold wind and heavy snow, their bodies gradually became numb, and their eyelids could not be opened, turning into ice sculptures......

After Christmas and New Year in the West, less than a month, it is the long-awaited Spring Festival and Lantern Festival for the Chinese.

Lanterns, koi carp, paper-cutting, Christmas costumes, along the street shops, Hongmen rudder hall is hidden in the downtown area, at two o'clock in the morning, Chinatown is still full of people, many people brave the snow to put up lights, people go out for supper in groups of three or five gathered together, life here seems to follow the Chinese tradition.

In this courtyard hidden in the market, two black-clothed men at the door stood solemnly with their hands behind their backs in the heavy snow, wearing thin clothes but not feeling cold, not squinting, and not moving.

Behind them, two vermilion lacquer gates open to the courtyard, leading to the secluded deep courtyard, and above the lintel, a plaque is hung with the word "loyalty" written on it. This is the rudder of the Hongmen Washington Branch, which seems inconspicuous, but there is a hole inside.

In the hall of the Hongmen rudder, a group of people with special identities are gathering together at this moment to discuss the annual Hongmen event.

A huge offering table, full of the ancestors of the Hongmen in the past dynasties, from the late Ming Dynasty and early Qing Dynasty the originator of the mountain Hong Ying, Chen Jinnan, Wan Yunlong, to the modern five sects, the front, middle and back three generations of five ancestors, as well as three Ying, the second division and other dozens of tablets, these people, all of them are the leaders of the Hongmen in high morality, two hundred years to accept the incense of the people of the door, from generation to generation.

There is a tablet, naturally there must be three animals and five tripods to worship, cattle, sheep, pigs, chickens, ducks, fish, cakes and fruits, all available, a turn of arm thick agarwood curled with green smoke, so that the atmosphere of the whole hall is more solemn and solemn.

On the wall facing the door, the gold-lettered purpose plaque, with eight big characters on it, interprets the iron law of the rules of Hongmen all along: righteousness is thin and cloudy, loyalty and filial piety are righteous!

In front of the offering table, four large chairs were displayed, and only two chairs were seated at this time.

A middle-aged scribe in a white shirt, with a well-cut beard at the corners of his lips, and a full heavenly court, he knew at a glance that he was a shrewd and wise person. On the main seat beside him, another middle-aged man who looked about fifty years old was holding a teacup in his hand, sipping fragrant tea, this person was full of red light, wearing a tweed material tunic suit, with an extraordinary bearing, and there was a posture of pointing out the country and the clouds and the wind was clear.

Below these two people, eighteen large mahogany chairs with backrests are arranged in three rows, with four Taishi chairs facing each other on each side, all of which are filled with men and women.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the bid winning conference is a matter of our rudder face, a few years ago, the name fell to Sun Shan, this time, nothing can be said to be at the bottom!" Among the eighteen big chairs, a incense master got up and hugged his fists and said: "In my humble opinion, it is better to invite talented people, and there will be applicants under the heavy reward!"

"Brother Xu, do you think anyone can go to the dragon and lion dance conference? It's not our Hongmen brothers, you can't enter this door!" an elder shook his head and sighed.

"This is easy to do, Master Qian Xiang, as long as he is willing to abide by the rules of the door, accept him to get started! I agree with Brother Xu's opinion......" Someone expressed support.

The people below discussed enthusiastically, discussed for an hour, and just came up with this unreliable plan, the first two people above looked at each other, and the middle-aged scribe got up and smiled.

Everyone stopped talking and looked up at the middle-aged man with a confident smile. Zhuge Nan, the military division of the rudder of Washington, this person joined the Hongmen for only half a year, but he was a blockbuster, and made many meritorious achievements in the incense hall, and was leaned on by the helmsman Du Zhenliang as the humerus, and the promotion speed was like a rocket, and he jumped several levels in a row, until he sat in the position of the military division, under one person, above ten thousand people.

"This plan is really a strategy...... Zhuge Nan shook his head and smiled: "Temporarily cramming, not to mention whether we can recruit brave men, even if we recruit them, I am afraid that the variables are not under our control." ”

Hearing the military advisor's assertion, the hall fell into a brief silence.

"Then what should you think of?" A young and vigorous incense master shouted with a cold face: "The lion dance to win the bid is a variable, who can guarantee a steady victory?"

Many people are secretly dissatisfied with Zhuge Nan's ability to climb to the position of military advisor in just half a year, but they can only suppress it in their hearts.

Zhuge Nan put his hands behind his back, stepped down from his seat, and said slowly: "The 36th Hongmen rudder, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and there are many talents. Last year, we finished 12th and four years ago we finished ninth, which is the best result in the last 15 years. Fifteen years, brothers, it's almost a generation, even if you have ten years of lying on your salary, it should be enough, but what about us!?"

These words made many incense owners and uncles show shame, and in the past fifteen years, Washington's rudder has not been able to enter the top three, which is really a shame and thrown into the Pacific Ocean.

"So my suggestion is......" Zhuge Nan stretched his tone, "this competition, abstain!"