A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

Within half an hour, the judge and four other people appeared in the bar box.

"Mongkok crazy wolf! I have admired you for a long time."

The judge smiled and bowed his hands to Wang Zuluo, and then sat on the sofa opposite Wang Zuluo.

"You also know what my character is like. I can provide you guys with money. It doesn't matter if you don't have to give me money for now, but I want you to do something for me. It's a casual thing..."

Wang Zuluo took out a photo and handed it to the judge and said: "Bai Lang, the boss of Bai Lang Investment Company, is worth more than one billion."

"I have been dealing with the Japanese recently. I heard that he just swallowed 500 million from the Japanese. You want money, and I want him dead. How about that?"

Wang Zuluo leaned on the sofa and quietly looked at the judge's expression.

"Brother Guan, you did it, why don't you get so much money?"

Mad Niu was the first to agree. He didn't even know who Bai Lang was, but when he heard that he was worth more than one billion, he immediately became excited.

As for bone shrinkage and chicken essence, the two of them just came out of the hospital and have become much more restrained now.

"Brother Luo, this person..." The judge put down the photo and looked at Wang Zuluo. It's not that this deal is bad, but it's so good that he feels a little unrealistic.

"He is in a bit of trouble. He is currently serving as the superintendent of Wan Chai District, but he does not necessarily go to the police station once a month."

Wang Zuluo stood up with a smile, looked at the judge and the others, and continued: "This identity is a problem for me, but for you..."

He didn't finish the rest of the words, but the judge knew what Wang Zuluo meant.

"Okay, we accept this deal!"

The judge put away Bai Lang's photo, smiled and stretched out his hand.

Wang Zuluo shook hands with him, and then said to Zhang Lang: "Someone will send you weapons tomorrow. Now take Brother Guan and the others down to have some fun."

Zhang Lang's eyes widened, what do you mean giving us weapons?

"Brother Luo, do I want to participate too?" Zhang Lang asked in disbelief as he pointed at his nose.

"I wouldn't worry about such a big deal if I don't arrange one of my own. Are you right, Brother Guan?"

Wang Zuluo patted Zhang Lang on the shoulder, smiled and turned to look at the judge.

"That's right. After all, Brother Luo has invested so much, so he should arrange for someone to do it."

The judge didn't mind at all. He would be surprised if Wang Zuluo didn't arrange someone.

Without giving Zhang Lang a chance to continue speaking, Wang Zuluo had already ordered his bodyguards to take the judge and the others down to Xiaosu.

As for Zhang Lang, Wang Zuluo held his shoulder with one hand and forcefully sent him out of the box.

"Wu Fei, send someone to keep an eye on the judge and the others. After the gun is delivered to them, wait for my notification and tell the judge Bai Lang's address. Don't let these people waste their time."

After closing the door of the box, Wang Zuluo gave instructions to Wuying.

At noon the next day, two submachine guns, two shotguns, and four pistols were delivered to the judges and others by Shensha.

Looking at the new guy, Mad Bull couldn't put it down and stroked it.

"They're all new guys, Brother Guan, look, there's still gun oil on them!"

Mad Bull showed the judge that he had oil on his hands.

"Brother Guan, I always feel something is wrong..."

He frowned, looked at the judge and said, "I don't know why, but when I looked at the bastard who just gave me the gun, I felt bad."

"What age are you in, and you're still playing superstition..."

Ji Jing touched the gun and regained a lot of energy. He completely sneered at the nonsense that Xiao Gu said.

"What you say about shrinking your bones makes sense. I always feel that Wang Zuluo is hiding something from us."

The judge examined the shotgun, his eyebrows knitted together.

"But no matter what, we must do this deal. After we finish this deal, we will go abroad for a few months and then come back and make another deal before retiring!"

After the judge finished speaking, he pulled the sleeve of the shotgun, his eyes exuding strong confidence.

He thought that Wang Zuluo must be full of tricks if he was so easy to talk to, but in the end he had to rely on his strength to speak for himself.

At best, the other party only wants to take advantage of others. After he gets the money, Bai Lang will definitely not be killed, otherwise that bastard Wang Zuluo can concentrate on dealing with him.

"Brother Nan, I received news that there is a man named Bai Lang in Wan Chai who just swallowed 500 million Hong Kong dollars from the Japanese. I wonder if you are interested?"

Wang Zuluo held the phone and sat on the second floor of the tea restaurant, looking at the judge and his group who had just gone out downstairs.

"But I got wind that another group of people is eyeing this Bai Lang... After I get it, I want 20%, which is regarded as the information fee..."

Looking at the judge's back with a smile on his face, Wang Zuluo put down the phone.

"Wu Fei, leave it to Shu Bing to attack the street. Just say that Bai Lang was dissatisfied with the Japanese kidnapping his son and found a group of people to kill Nakakurahara. Remember to give him the judge's and their photos..."

After Wang Zuluo finished speaking, his cell phone rang: "Brother Luo, I heard about it. The Japanese are going to find Bai Lang tonight. We have a good show to watch..."

Li Yunfei's voice was a bit gloating, although he didn't know what Wang Zuluo wanted to do with the Japanese. But now the Japanese and the ghosts are about to start fighting, so just watch the fun.

In Luo Ge's words: "Needless to say, those Japanese people are feuding with each other. Ghost guys are not fucking good people either. This is called dog eating dog."

After dismissing Li Yunfei, Wang Zuluo turned to look at Wuying who was on the phone. The latter nodded and made an OK gesture.

"Aji, Gao Gang, go back and pick a dozen people and come with me in the evening."

Seeing that things were almost done, Wang Zuluo gave instructions to Aji and Gao Gang.

Wang Zuluo was preparing, but there was a big quarrel at the club meeting with Liansheng.

"It must be Mad Dog Luo who did it. Apart from him, Dabu Hei has never offended anyone!"

Old Gui Xi slammed the table, stood up, looked at Deng Wei, and said, "Uncle Deng, if you decide to send troops into Mong Kok to avenge Tai Po Black, I, Lao Gui Xi, will be the first to support you!"

"Old ghost, don't fucking fart."

Chuan Bao received Big D's look and immediately stood up to confront Old Gui Xi tit for tat.

"The black guys in Da Po said it was a car accident. Are you trying to delay the election by putting the shit basin on Mad Dog Luo's head?"

The recent situation has become more and more obvious, and it is almost a certainty that Big D will become the next spokesperson for the Lian Sheng team.

As for the other competitor, A Le, except for Old Gui Xi and a few old guys on the fringe, he didn't have any powerful uncles to speak for him.

"If Dongguan Zai said it was a car accident, does that mean it was a car accident?"

Huo Niu suddenly spoke, but as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a burning gaze on his back.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Huo Niu saw Dongguan Zai sitting on the chair in the back row, staring at him angrily.

"It wasn't a car accident, could it be that Wang Zuluo and his men beheaded him to death?"

Big D suddenly patted the table and looked at Huo Niu as if he were a fool.

"If Wang Zuluo really killed Dabu Hei, then why did he bring a grenade to see Uncle Deng yesterday? Wasn't it because he was afraid of us and Lian Sheng?"

Deng Wei also hesitated at this time. The location of the accident was a gas station. Not to mention Dabu Hei's body, even the car was burned to ashes.

After looking at Dongguan Zai with his arms hanging, and then at Big D, Deng Wei sighed.

Regardless of whether Mad Dog Luo did this or not, we can't cause trouble for him now.

There were frequent frictions between the uncles who supported Big D and the old guys who supported Ah Le. If we don't solve the internal problems, there will be infighting between Lian Sheng and Lian Sheng.