A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

"The street ahead is under maintenance, please take another route."

At the intersection of the street, several boys stood beside the minibus, explaining friendly things to the drivers who were stuck here.

"What kind of repairs are you doing? I see that you are all dressed in white, so why not do it... I'm sorry, brother, we will take a detour immediately..."

Before the taxi driver could finish speaking, shouts of murder came from the street. He is very familiar with this sound when running a taxi on Hong Kong Island. When it comes to road construction ahead, it's the Young and Dangerous boys killing people.

In addition to the shouts of killing, a group of pedestrians who were still wandering on the street also ran out along the wayward passage on the street.

The taxi driver retracted his head, no longer daring to talk nonsense, and regardless of the complaints of the passengers in the back seat, he started the car and drove to the next intersection.

"Mad Dog Luo, do you really think we, Changle, are easy to bully?"

Feihong was knocked to the ground by Tony's two steel pipes, but he still stretched his neck and shouted in the direction of Wang Zuluo.

Several of his younger brothers were knocked down in one encounter. Attacked from both front and back, there were only a few people, and within two minutes, the younger brothers began to flee in all directions.

"I didn't say that you, Changle, are easy to bully. It's just that you stepped over the line first, and my men came to count and were detained by you."

"I would like to ask you, do you think Wang Zuluo is easy to bully?"

Wang Zuluo kicked away the two Changle bad guys lying in the middle of the road blocking the road, and walked to Feihong.

"Where are my people?" Wang Zuluo asked kindly, patting his face.

Feihong was not even considered a dish in Wang Zuluo's eyes, and anyone with some brains would not be held hostage by such a guy.

"In the car wash shop." After Feihong said the harsh words, he immediately softened when he found that Wang Zuluo didn't want to accept his words.

"Tony, take the brothers to the car wash shop and help Brother Feihong renovate it."

Wang Zuluo stood up and signaled Tony to let go of Feihong. After all, he is the boss of District 1, how can he step on other people's backs?

"Brother Luo...Brother Luo, if you have something to say, don't do anything."

Feihong saw that Tony was really going to bring people in to destroy the store, and he immediately began to beg for mercy.

You must know that he has more than one car wash shop on this street, there is also a car repair shop on the street, and there is a row of sundry stores at the end of the street.

It's really a big loss for Mad Dog Luo's people. It's a small loss of face, but the loss is huge. After several stores were renovated together and the goods inside were damaged, it would be impossible to buy without 1.5 million.

"My brothers came to chat with Brother Feihong. After walking such a long way, we have to take a break, right?"

Wang Zuluo saw Feihong wilted, and suddenly felt that it didn't mean much.

"I understand, I understand. There are still more than 300,000 yuan in the accounts of several stores, so I can treat the brothers to tea."

Seeing that Feihong didn't understand what he meant, Wang Zuluo coughed and gestured with his hand on the street.

"I have so many brothers, but there were only a few cars when I came here. I can't fit them in when I go back..."

Can't sit down? When you came here, you could fit more than thirty people into one car, but now you say you can’t fit in?

But Feihong could only mutter a few words in his heart, and said very politely on the surface: "There is a bus parked in the backyard of the garage. It was towed back from the scrapyard."

Seeing Wang Zuluo's face darken, Feihong spoke faster and said: "Brother Luo, although it was dragged back from the scrapyard, it has been repaired now. Originally, I wanted to see if I could sell it to Uncle Tian from the number gang. Now that Brother Luo needs it, he must be satisfied first."

Uncle Tim?

Wang Zuluo frowned and thought for a moment, then heard Feihong talk about buses, and then he remembered who Uncle Tian was in Feihong's words.

Ah Tian and Lao Jiu from the Number Gang are brothers. But later, because both parties were involved in the minibus line business, the two gradually parted ways.

It is not unexpected that Feihong sells a refurbished bus to Tim.

"Tony, go take Brother Feihong to drive our bus back, and we'll go to the next one."

Tony nodded, grabbed Feihong and was about to leave, but was stopped by Wang Zuluo again.

"Let's see if our car is parked in the backyard of the garage. Look carefully. There are so many brothers who can't keep walking."

When Feihong heard Wang Zuluo's words, he immediately showed a distressed look on his face.

The Yan family has to deal with this crazy dog ​​Luo. A refurbished bus is not enough, but now they even have to carry away the pot.

Brother Luo...Brother Luo, you can drive other cars, but you must not drive the BMW parked inside. That was put in my place for repair by an inspector from your Mong Kok Police Station. "

Feihong was dragged away by Tony several times, which showed that the BMW car was really big.

"Inspector?" Wang Zuluo became interested and asked, "What is the name of the inspector?"

"My name is Huang Ziyang. When he came to me to stop the wind the day before yesterday, he accidentally stuck a nail, so he stayed here."

"Huang Ziyang?" Wang Zuluo narrowed his eyes, walked to Feihong, and grabbed his collar.

"Last time you talked nonsense with He Wenzhan, which caused me to break a needle buried in the police station. Huang Ziyang came to see you, did you talk nonsense?"

Feihong's body stiffened, he looked down at the pistol pressed against his stomach, and his legs began to feel weak.

"I...I didn't say that Sir He warned me not to talk nonsense last time before he left. I only told him a few details about the fat corpse and nothing else."

Damn it, this mad dog Luo is indeed crazy. He even brought a gun when he came out to show off his horses.

"Remember, I came here today just to pick up the car from you. If you dare to talk about anything else, be careful of being hit by a car while walking at night."

After speaking, he pushed Feihong away, winked at Tony, and asked him to drive.

Seeing Tony walking away with Feihong, Wang Zuluo led a few people into Feihong's car wash.

After walking around on the second floor, I found Wuying and several of his younger brothers who were locked in the office.

Taking out the key found from Feihong and opening the door, Wang Zuluo stared at the crowfly inside, the expression on his face gradually becoming sinister.

At this time, Wu Fei was in a very miserable state. Not only were his eyes black and blue, but there was also a cut on his back.

His younger brothers were even worse, none of them could stand up.

"Luo...Brother Luo, are you here?"

Wuying stood up from the wall while holding on to his desk, squinting his red and swollen eyes and looking at Wang Zuluo.

"Who hit him?" Wang Zuluo's anger came out directly.

If Feihong doesn't give an explanation this time, I'll send him on his fucking road tonight!

"A bad boy with long hair, the one who always follows Feihong."

Although Wuying felt a little embarrassed, he still told who the culprit was.

"You guys help Brother Wuying go down and identify him. When you find him, break his legs and put him in a van and take him away."

Damn, I thought I was just detaining my own person, but now it seems that this is more than just detaining someone.

"Where is that fat sheep?" Wang Zuluo looked around and found that Lei Zhilan was not there, so he asked Wuying.

"Locked in the car wash. I said before that I wouldn't let him go until Brother Tony comes here in person."

Wuying endured the pain and was helped downstairs. Judging from the injuries on his body, he must have started a war with the people from Changle when he came here to count.

I drank too much last night, and I just came back from the hospital where I was given a sling.

Good guy, I drank so much that I was sent to the hospital to get a syringe, and I became popular among my relatives.

Really, even in the group of a loving family, there are photos of me being carried into the car yesterday.

The society is dead, the society is dead!

Tired, destroy it...