A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

"This...this...boss, I am the manager of this store. I am from Brother Bachuan. I am from Brother Bachuan..."

Just when Wang Zuluo, who stopped Turkey and Wang Zijie, was about to ask questions, there was a commotion mixed with screams outside the door.

Looking back, a fat man in a suit and leather tie covering his eyes was being held by Tony's neck. Judging from the bruises on the fat man's eyes, the size matched Tony's fist very well. You could tell that Tony's punching technique was very accurate without even looking.

"Forget it Tony, let him come over!" Wang Zuluo stopped Tony's violent actions and asked him to let the fat manager in.

"Big...big brother, I am from Brother Baguan..." This time the fat manager learned the lesson and knew that his name as sauna manager was not useful in front of this group of people, so he used the name of Baguan.

This store is indeed Baguan's property. In addition to this store, there are also his properties in several surrounding streets.

Fans long for light, while fans like darkness. Baguan is no exception. Although he is engaged in the unscrupulous fan business, he has not forgotten to gradually clean himself up.

Fandom is not a long-term business and cannot be passed down from family to family.

The Ni family is no exception, otherwise a certain young man wouldn't have been tricked into going home and working as an undercover agent.

"Are you from Brother Baguan?"

Wang Zuluo has always been very polite to the guys who let him have sex for free. Brother Baguan gave himself six million for free, and maybe this store will become his property in the future, so there is nothing wrong with calling him Brother Sheng.

"That's right, this store is Brother Baguan's property. Please be merciful, boss. I know the rules, and the fees will be sent to you tomorrow."

The manager is very knowledgeable and knows what to say now.

There was nothing I could do. I talked too much nonsense just now, and there were already fist marks on my eyes. He was afraid that if he kept talking nonsense, he wouldn't be able to save his other eye socket.

"Don't worry, I'm the most disciplined person." He patted the manager on the shoulder and handed over his business card.

The manager took it and looked at it. It read: 'Weilong Law Firm, Trainee Lawyer'. On the second line, there were three bold and enlarged artistic characters of Wang Zuluo.

Hiss~

Is the club so busy now?

How can you be a lawyer if you are a short mule? Are you going to let ordinary people like them live?

After dismissing the manager of the store, Wang Zuluo turned to look at Turkey and the others.

He reached for the big brother from Turkey's hand and handed it to Tony casually.

Damn, I don’t have any eyesight at all.

Big Brother is the property of the Western boy. Now that the Western boy goes to the sea to catch fish, Big Brother is his. Don't you, an outsider, know how to take the initiative to hand it over?

A big brother has tens of thousands of yuan, do you want to take it all for yourself?

The more he looked at the tuft of red hair on the turkey's head, the more displeased he became. Wang Zuluo grabbed the other person's hair, pulled him to Wang Zijie's side, and asked, "Who is this kid?"

Turkey didn't know how he had offended the ruthless man in front of him, so he replied with a sad face: "He was arranged by a Western g... Western boy. He is usually responsible for selling psychedelic drugs. I'm really not familiar with him."

Wang Zijie was also frightened, but Duan Kun held a dagger against his waist and he did not dare to move.

Seeing that Turkey didn't look like he was lying, Wang Zuluo let go of his hair, helped him straighten his messed up clothes, and said with a smile:

"The Western boy went to sea and ran away. As his loyal brother, you won't cause trouble for me in the future, right?"

Brother Turkey is about to cry. Western boy went out to sea to run away? I'm afraid he didn't go to the sea to feed the fish.

What loyal brother? He didn't dare to admit it.

"I'm not from Lianying, I'm just an employee of Western Finance. Don't worry, boss, I will definitely not appear in Mong Kok in the future."

The turkey almost fell to its knees. They were caught off guard tonight. It looked like the boss's men were scattered. There will be no room for them in Mong Kok in the future.

Not to mention running to seek refuge with Pu Jun, it is not a secret that the Western boy turned over to Pu Jun's subordinates. If he runs to find Pu Jun now, isn't that asking for trouble?

After asking someone to throw the turkey out, Wang Zuluo looked at Wang Zijie again and asked with a smile: "This little brother, what is your relationship with the Western boy who is jumping on the street?"

Wang Zijie wanted to step back in fear, but a little force on the dagger on his waist made him give up the idea, and he could only answer honestly: "Boss, I..."

"His name is Wang Zijie, and he belongs to me, Pu Jun!"

Outside the door, a strong voice came over.

Wang Zuluo turned around and found that the boys outside the door were scattering in fear, not daring to stop the guys walking in.

Soon, a guy wearing a suit and sunglasses at night came over.

The opponent held a black star in his hand, followed by a long-haired boy.

Damn it...

Wang Zuluo saw the posture of the visitor, and immediately used his left hand to drag Wang Zijie in front of him. With his right hand, he pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at the door.

"Don't come over here, just stop outside the door!"

Wang Zuluo's voice changed. The pistol in Pu Jun's hand was nothing, but the hairy boy behind him had a grenade in his hand.

"This is Lianying's field, and you have my man in your hands. The Yan family shovel, do you really think there is no one in Lianying?"

Pu Jun walked into the bathhouse holding a pistol. The younger brother behind him held a grenade in both hands and looked at Wang Zuluo's gun with vigilance.

He knew that Pu Jun came here to tell the numbers, and he only brought the grenade so that he could get close to Wang Zuluo smoothly. Wouldn't it be unfair if he was shot to death before telling the numbers?

Sunglasses Pistol, do you think The Matrix?

Wang Zuluo doesn't accept this trick at all. If he gives up now, all his efforts today will be in vain.

The 500,000 Hong Kong dollars used to hire Sha Danwu was enough to buy a leg of this guy in his hands!

So Wang Zuluo decisively shot directly. Isn't the hostage in his hand used at this time?

The one who shot was not Pu Jun. He was afraid that Changmao would throw the grenade, so the shot hit Wang Zijie directly in the thigh.

Pu Jun finally stopped this time. He really didn't expect Wang Zuluo to dare to actually shoot.

"Tony, call his motherfucker and tell him to make some noise!"

Wang Zuluo had already seen the Lianying bad guy brought by Pu Jun on the street.

Now that I have a gun, others also have it, and most importantly, they also have grenades. You don’t need to know that if we can’t reach an agreement, we will all take a plane together.

But fortunately, there is still room for discussion. The woman named Sister Mei near Prince Edward Road is Pu Jun's weakness.

Tony reacted and immediately called.

At a noodle shop near Prince Edward Road, Wuying sat in the shop and slowly ate noodles.

There were already three bowls on the table in front of him. If he didn't eat slowly, he was afraid that he would die here.

There are no customers in the store anymore. If it weren't for the flies still lingering here, Sister Mei would have closed the store long ago.

Sister Mei was sitting at the bar, holding the phone in her hand, wondering whether to call the police.

But before she could make up her mind, she discovered that the previous customer, who looked like a bad guy at first glance, got up and overturned the table after answering the phone.

Sister Mei immediately lowered her head and prepared to call the police, but a few seconds later, a watermelon knife struck directly on the bar, with the blade only a few centimeters away from her cell phone.

"Beauty, my boss asked me to ask you to call Pu Jun. You won't give me face, right?"

Wuying took off one sleeve of his coat, picked up a bottle of foreign wine and bit open the cork, then poured it all over himself, and finally poured some of the wine into his mouth.

"What do you think the police can charge me with when they come?"

"I was just drunk and acting crazy. If they take me back, they can lock me up for a few days at most. I'm just asking you to pay for the table and the bottle of foreign wine."

"But if your face is accidentally scratched by me~ hum..."

Wuying had rehearsed it many times while sitting in the shop before. He learned this kind of cruel words from movies. He didn't believe that the woman opposite was not afraid.

Sure enough, he was right.

Because after Sister Mei heard the name Pu Jun, her hand that was about to call the police stopped and she looked up at Wu Fei.

Seeing that Wuying didn't react to her gaze, he still took out Pu Jun's number from his mobile phone and dialed it.