A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

"Guilixiong, Brother Xiong?"

In a small alley in Mong Kok East, Gui Lixiong and three of his men were blocked here. There were vans in front and behind blocking the entrance to the alley.

"Boss, I am just a loan shark. I have nothing to offend you, right?"

He looked at the eight men in white shirts holding steel pipes who got out of the van behind him, and then looked at Wei Jixiang and Wang Zuluo who were leading people to block him.

Guili Xiong was so panicked that he couldn't even speak.

"Didn't you offend me?" Wang Zuluo walked up to Guilixiong with a smile, stretched out his hand and pulled the other person's expensive suit, and then kicked him in the stomach.

"You're fucking looking for a gunman to kill me, and you still say you didn't offend me?"

Guilixiong was kicked back a few steps and bumped into his own men. But after hearing Wang Zuluo's words, he felt relieved.

He has never done anything to find a gunman. It seems that this time it must be a misunderstanding.

"Let me ask you a common sense question. If someone wants to kill you, what would you do?"

Wang Zuluo took a few steps forward and came to Guilixiong's side, reaching out and grabbing the other person's collar.

"I've never found a gunman. It must be a misunderstanding. Boss, I'm just a loan shark. How dare I touch a gun!"

Guilixiong quickly opened his mouth to explain. As for Wang Zuluo's question, of course he couldn't answer it. If you really answer this, it will really be like yellow mud falling off your crotch, not just shit, but shit!

"It's still a common sense question. I caught the person who was following me, and then I was attacked by a gunman. Do you think the person who was following me was with the gunman?"

Wang Zuluo looked at Guilixiong with a smile, but in Guilixiong's eyes, this smile was more terrifying than the devil.

There was only one person who he sent out to investigate, and that was the bastard who told Boss Wang of Wang's Security Bureau to only pay back the principal.

And the person he sent out didn't reply for several days. I originally thought that the guy had absconded with the money, but now he looks like he's dead!

My own people went to follow him, and they happened to be attacked by gunmen. If the gunman was killed on the spot, wouldn't there be only one person left alive?

"It's really not me. I just asked someone to check on the affairs of Wang's Security Bureau... This..."

Guilixiong was about to cry for a moment. This was so unlucky!

"You answered two common sense questions wrong. Do you think you should be punished?"

Wang Zuluo let go of Guilixiong, and then waved to the back. One of the thugs lifted up his coat, pulled out the pistol from his waist, and handed it to Wang Zuluo.

Seeing the gun, Guilixiong immediately knelt down and begged, saying with aggrievedness: "Boss, this is really not the gunman I was looking for. It's really not me!"

"This is on the street. If you shoot, someone will definitely find you. If someone happens to hear you, it will be very troublesome."

Guilixiong felt the cold feeling of the gun on his forehead, and his legs on the ground became weak.

"Give you another chance, math problem."

Wang Zuluo opened the hammer with his thumb, then looked at Gui Lixiong with a smile, and asked: "My sports car is worth two million, but it was burned by a gunman throwing a Molotov cocktail. How much is the sports car worth now?"

Guilixiong's head started thinking crazily, but the muzzle on his forehead kept him from calming down.

Especially when he saw Wang Zuluo's words and his fingers pulling the trigger little by little, Guilixiong's body started to tremble.

"I know, I know, the sports car is worth at least three million!"

Just when the trigger was about to touch the circlip to activate the hammer, Guilixiong finally became more alert and shouted out the price.

Wang Zuluo released the trigger and nodded with satisfaction, but did not take back the pistol.

"Very well, now it's a legal question. An attempted murder of another person caused mental damage to the victim. How much compensation should be paid?"

As he said this, Wang Zuluo's finger once again put his finger on the trigger and began to tighten it little by little.

"It's still three million! Boss, I only have so much, give me a chance."

Guilixiong was about to burst into tears. This torture of losing his life at any time made him have a nervous breakdown.

"Congratulations, you got the answer wrong!" Wang Zuluo said with a smile and pulled the trigger to the end.

The pistol hammer made a snapping sound, which made Guilixiong scream in fright, and a trace of moisture oozed from his crotch.

"Sorry, I forgot to load it just now. I won't do it this time."

Wang Zuluo took back the pistol, loaded it with a click, and put it back against Guilixiong's head.

Damn it, a person who can casually give 500,000 to Feitang and 1 million to Boss Wang is only worth 6 million?

Who would believe it!

Brother Luo doesn’t believe it anyway!

"Four million! The mental damage is worth four million!" After Guilixiong shouted, seeing that Wang Zuluo did not stop moving his fingers, he immediately increased the price.

"Six...six million! This is really all my worth. Boss, even if you kill me, I only have so much in my account!"

Wang Zuluo smiled and finally moved the gun away. I didn’t expect this guy to be quite rich.

In order to prevent Guilixiong from thinking that he was bluffing, Wang Zuluo pulled the sleeve again, and a bullet bounced out along the ejection port, and he caught it.

Holding the bullet, Wang Zuluo put it into the jacket pocket of Guilixiong's suit and patted his face.

"Three million for the sports car and six million for mental damage. The total is ten million. We will send it to the night bar tomorrow."

As for why there is one million more?

Of course, Brother Luo suddenly thought that a piece of the floor-to-ceiling window of his bar was smashed. Prices are so high now. One million is not much for him, right?

"Don't worry, boss, I will deliver it in person tomorrow..."

Guilixiong's lips trembled with pain, but for the sake of his own life, he still had to bear the pain and take it out.

"Let me ask the last police question, how many years will it take to threaten someone with a gun?"

Again?

Guilixiong was startled by Wang Zuluo's words, but when Wang Zuluo finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly:

"There are no people with guns today? Have you seen them?"

As he said that, Guilixiong turned back and glared at his three men, his eyes full of threats.

"I didn't see it, we didn't see it!" The three subordinates were not fools and shook their heads quickly.

Wang Zuluo returned the pistol to the man behind him with satisfaction, then turned to leave.

But after walking a few steps, Wang Zuluo suddenly stopped. Thinking of Guilixiong's versatility in the movie, he turned around and looked at Guilixiong who had just stood up, and said:

"I heard that you are practicing with your brothers recently?"

Wang Zuluo smiled and stretched out his hand to stop Guilixiong, who had just stood up and was about to kneel back down, and made a gesture to the younger brother behind him.

The guy who had just drawn his gun handed over the pistol again.

"It's not this. Can this thing deal with four of them at the same time?"

Wang Zuluo didn't take the pistol, and the guy behind him immediately nodded clearly.

Soon, the door of the van was opened, and Dazai took out a submachine gun from it and handed it to Wang Zuluo.

Wang Zuluo nodded with satisfaction, pulled the gun bolt, and pointed the gun at Guilixiong and the others.

"Boss, stop playing with me. It's up to you to tell us what kind of exercises you want us to practice."

When Wang Zuluo heard it, he thought it made sense, so he said: "That's it, um... practicing martial arts diligently will keep you in good health. One, two, three, remember to have a singing voice."

With a sad face, Guilixiong looked at each other with several of his subordinates, and then started practicing.

"Awesomeness, greatness has a long way to go~Hot blood and heat are better than the red sun~"

"Let's do it again!" Wang Zuluo looked quite happy. When he saw Guilixiong and others stopped after practicing, he immediately raised his submachine gun and shook it.

"Practice until we leave the location. Remember, send the money to Night Bar tomorrow!"