A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

Wang Zuluo did not interfere much with Tang Qiushui's choice.

It's just Temple Street, and even if he wanted to step in now, he wouldn't have the energy to do so.

What he wanted to do was to focus on Mong Kok first and then develop towards Yau Ma Tei, but now the sudden changes in Temple Street have made his plan very passive.

Hung Hing Tsai in Mong Kok, apart from Liang Kun, is the thirteenth girl.

There may be little hope of driving the two of them out, but Wang Zuluo will not give up.

It's just Hongxing. As long as something happens to Jiang Tiansheng, it will be much easier for Mongkok to be swallowed up by him.

Liangkun is now contacting the hall leaders everywhere, and usually doesn't even go out to his own film and television company.

The child is so quiet that he must be acting like a monster.

Liangkun had been silent for so long and made no move. Apart from targeting Wang Zuluo, he also targeted Jiang Tiansheng.

But Wang Zuluo's current territory, together with the plane's top land, is surrounded on three sides by Liang Kun's sphere of influence.

He can only borrow troops from other hall leaders in Hongxing, but after borrowing troops, won't some of the territory occupied be given out?

At that time, the situation may not be the same as it is now. Who else but Wang Zuluo can live in peace with him?

"There are a lot of intrigues on the road, but who can be as pure as Mad Dog Luo Dian?"

"You want to join forces with me to make Mad Dog Luo, and then you come in to share the territory? Are you fucking treating me like a fool?"

After Liangkun finished cursing, he hung up the phone, stretched out his hand to call Shaqiang, and ordered: "We have to break off the recent deal with Hong Le. Hong Le's sitting in the restaurant, Brother Piao, is a little unclear about the formality. We still draw a clear line. good."

Upon hearing this, Shaqiang quickly took out his notebook, opened it and looked for it, and then said to Liangkun: "Brother Kun, Hong Le brings in millions of goods a month from us. If it's cut off, we won't lose much." Small, not to mention..."

Liangkun's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw Silly Qiang flipping through his notebook.

Before Shaqiang could finish speaking, he immediately came out of his desk and kicked Shaqiang in the stomach.

He reached out and grabbed the notebook from Shaqiang's hand, which fell to the ground, and turned it over with a dark face.

But the more he turned over it, the uglier his face became.

From the beginning, Liangkun's face turned pale. Halfway through, Liangkun's face turned pale.

"I let you stay with me, provide you with food and drink every month, and buy you a house. I didn't treat you badly, did I?"

Shaqiang was a little confused, wondering why Liangkun was so crazy.

But he still said honestly: "Brother Kun, you treat me better than your own son. I will never betray you in this life."

Liangkun threw the notebook in his hand directly on Shaqiang's face and shouted angrily: "You won't betray me?"

"If these things in the notebook are picked up by the police, I won't even have to punish him. I'll just stay in Stanley until I die!"

Shaqiang took the notebook and looked at what was recorded on the opened page:

On the 13th, Brother Kun asked me to go to the shore of Hung Hom to pick up the goods. The payment of 400,000 yuan was inspected in person and there were no errors.

On the 14th, Brother Kun asked me to deliver the cocaine in batches to fellow Taoists in Hong Le today at a double price increase for the cocaine I received yesterday.

On the 15th, Brother Kun asked me to take someone to collect the bill. If the person dies, the debt of 164,000 yuan will be recovered, the 160,000 yuan will be handed over, and the 4,000 yuan will be kept for tea.

The 16th….

After reading it, Shaqiang raised his head and said innocently to Liangkun: "Brother Kun, I checked it again and I remembered it correctly. I didn't get even one cent more for the payment..."

Liangkun was originally waiting for Shaqiang to give him an explanation, but now that he heard the other party's so-called "explanation", he was so angry that he covered his heart and leaned on the desk to gasp for air.

"I really want to kill you, you idiot. Can I carry these things with me?"

After a while, Liangkun raised his foot and kicked Shaqiang again, sending Shaqiang escaping everywhere in the room.

"If it weren't for your loyalty and knowing that you don't have any extra thoughts, I would really fucking kill you!"

"Fuck you, you remember it so clearly, why didn't you write my name in full? You'd better put my ID number and photo on it, okay?"

Shaqiang held his head and hid under the desk. When he saw Liangkun resting after being tired from kicking, and asked him to do something, he stretched out his head and agreed:

"I know, Brother Kun, I will write down all those things starting tomorrow. But if the photo is the one on your ID, it's a bit too ugly. I'll find a photographer over later and ask him to take a majestic photo of you. Ordered..."

"I'll beat you to death, you bastard..."

Liangkun trembled with his hands and looked around the room, hoping to find a convenient weapon.

Yau Ma Tei.

Duan Kun led his men to patrol the streets of Yau Ma Tei. All the small clubs nearby hid and avoided. Members of the big clubs had already started calling Wang Zuluo to inquire about the situation.

As for Xiaosha, who stepped in from Guanyong, he also received a report from his subordinates at this time.

A large number of white-shirted gangsters from Xin Lianying gathered around Temple Street, apparently heading for them.

"When did we become enemies with Xinlianying?"

Xiaosha touched the scar composed of the three characters "Twelve Young Masters" carved with a knife on his arm, and frowned.

He took out his phone and called Lao Ding, who was far away in Guanyong, and asked: "Master Wei, Mad Dog Luo's white-haired dog has gone crazy for some reason, biting people randomly in Yau Ma Tei, and now he has bitten me on the head. "

In a teahouse near Jordan, Master Wei was scolding his daughter not to hang out with those unscrupulous bastards on the street.

After receiving the call from Xiaosha, he also frowned.

Xiaosha was sent to prison by the Twelve Young Masters back then, and now he came out to avenge himself by borrowing troops from him, and he had no reason to stop him.

But why did Mad Dog Luo get so nervous now?

"I asked, don't make the first move!"

Soon, Wang Zuluo, who had just hung up Tang Qiushui's phone, received a call from Mr. Wei.

"Aluo, why are you so busy lately? Are you sending your men to hang out in Yau Ma Tei?"

Wang Zuluo knew what he wanted to ask, and didn't want to talk in circles with the other party. He said directly: "I don't want the temple street site, but my business needs to go in."

"Also, I owe Tang Twelve a favor. Now that you have taken over the territory, hand it over to Tang Twelve, and I will ensure that he never washes his hands and lives in Mong Kok driving a minibus..."

Master Wei was silent for a while and said: "Xiao Sa was brought into Stanley by Tang Twelve..."

"It's better to enter Stanley than to enter a coffin. Jordan's Ah Le and I are brothers. You don't want Guanyong to really change his name to Jordan in the future, right?"

After Wang Zuluo finished speaking, he hung up the phone and kicked it into his pocket.

Do you really think you have too much face?

A guy who has been living in Guanyong for more than ten years actually wants to come and ask questions?

Who gave him the courage?

Shaking his head, Wang Zuluo rubbed his face, put on a smile and walked into the box again, sitting next to a few ghost guys.