Hong Kong Comprehensive World Champion

Chapter 355 "Auld Lang Syne"

"Yao Yang!"

"Why isn't Uncle Kun coming out?"

"Gandhi was taken to the hospital by the police!"

Quyi club located in a commercial building.

Guohua, Han Chen, Wen Zheng, and Heigui each brought a group of younger brothers, all wearing flowered shirts and smoking cigarettes, staring at a group of bodyguards of the Ni family guarding the door and asked.

And Yao Yang, Ni Kun's confidant bodyguard, led more than a dozen gunmen in suits, all of them put their hands on their chests expressionlessly, and firmly guarded the door.

In the alley, bodyguards and dozens of people brought by the four chiefs, a large group of people have already blocked the narrow entrance of the building.

"Uncle Kun is singing."

Lei Yaoyang said without emotion, with a rigid expression.

But for the other four leaders of the Ni family in Tsim Sha Tsui, the lack of one out of five is a big deal. The police can arrest them if they can catch Gandhi. .

However, from the afternoon until now, Uncle Kun has been eating and singing, and he has not expressed anything at all.

They had to take the initiative to find Uncle Kun and ask Uncle Kun what to do next.

The nigger with the most impulsive personality couldn't help taking a step forward, and said cursingly: "Singing! Singing! Can I get food for singing?"

"The police have arrested Gandhi! Next time they will arrest me, you, and Uncle Kun!"

"do nothing."

"Everyone commit suicide!"

In fact, from Ni Kun’s point of view, the more you do, the more mistakes you make. It’s wise not to do anything, but to hold your ground.

Because as long as he grasps the channel and keeps the big warehouse, no matter how many Gandhi, Guohua, and Ni families die, they will not collapse.

If you do things indiscriminately! Whether it is his arrest or an accident in the warehouse, it is a major crisis for the Ni family, and the Ni family may collapse in a blink of an eye.

Unfortunately, Guohua, Han Chen and others are not dead.

As horse boys, they just want to protect themselves.

I saw the black ghost forcibly stepped forward, trying to break into the gate to see Uncle Kun.

But Yaoyang unceremoniously raised his hand and pushed him back, looked at him with cold eyes and said, "Uncle Kun said except Master Zhuang!"

"Before he came out, no one saw him!"

"Hold!"

The nigga uttered a foul word, and just wanted to continue to do it, but he made contact with Yao Yang's eyes, and immediately felt a chill.

Now he quickly stopped his movements, boom, and kicked the trash can next to him with a full face of aggrieved expression.

At this moment, Guohua and Wenzheng looked at each other and stopped talking.

They planned to wait until dawn to wait for Uncle Kun to come out.

Han Chen stood silently in the corner alone.

He is undoubtedly the weakest and humble boy among the "five people" in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Yao Yang withdrew his arms and put his palms together again to block the door.

"Return to Master Zhuang!"

"It's no wonder Zhuang Ye came back to the Quyi Club to look for you!"

"The next time we meet is either at the warehouse or at the police station!"

"Who the fuck wants to see Master Zhuang?"

"When you see him, you will rush to the street!"

The nigger was scratching his head and still cursing loudly.

Guohua and Wenzheng took out their cigarettes and lit them, preparing to fight Uncle Kun for a protracted battle.

What they are most afraid of is that Uncle Kun only cares about himself, regardless of their lives, and will force Uncle Kun to take action no matter what, otherwise they will have to finish the game.

Even if standing still is the best way, they can't let Uncle Kun stand still, because people always have to think about themselves, and no one is a puppet that can be manipulated casually.

This is also the reason why many large companies and organizations are often unable to make the best choice in the face of crisis.

Because organizations are not controlled by individuals!

"I, you, and you, you, you,"

"Who wants to see Lord Zhuang?"

"Do you want to see?"

"You still want to!"

The black ghost roared back, probably trying to scare Ni Kun out with his roar.

Shua la la.

Unexpectedly, a row of black Mercedes-Benz suddenly stopped by the roadside.

More than 20 people in suits pushed the car door, a fat middle-aged man opened the door for the vehicle in the middle, a young and handsome figure bent down to get out of the car, straightened up, straightened his suit with gentle hands.

This scene is more gangster than the gangster, but the vehicle is the official car of the police force, and the police officers of the Wanchai Crime Squad and the Wanchai Commissioner, the Chinese spokesperson of the police force, get off the car.

At this moment, the night is already dark.

There are only street lights and neon lights on the side of the street.

The picture is dark and depressing.

Zhuang Shikai straightened his suit, da da da, and led the team towards the entrance of the building.

Fortunately, it was not raining at this time, no one in the police force was holding an umbrella, and everyone could still see each other clearly, otherwise, the Ni family would have thought that the enemy family was coming to kill people with the bulging waists of the police force.

Of course, the Ni family members were still shocked, and all of them turned their attention to the police force.

"Zhuangzhuangzhuang..."

"Master Zhuang..." the nigga stammered in surprise.

Han Chen and Guohua took them back two steps.

Yaoyang was even more relieved, and quietly let go of the weapon on his waist.

Zhuang Shikai stood in front of them one step at a time, and asked with a chuckle: "What?"

"Gather here for a meeting one by one?"

Han Chen and the others dared not answer.

Zhuang Shikai narrowed his eyes suddenly, and shouted solemnly: "If it's not, just get out of the way!"

"Huh la la." A group of young horses flashed aside in an instant.

Including the guard Yao Yang, no one dared to block Lord Zhuang's way.

Zhuang Shikai glanced sideways at Yao Yang, turned his gaze away and walked into the Quyi Club.

Uncle Biao led a police force to stand guard at the entrance of the building, one by one, staring at the group of criminals in front of him.

He knew that these Ni family gunmen must be armed, but the crime of illegal possession of guns is too light, arresting them is like not arresting them, there is really no need to make the guys work overtime.

As long as these criminals don't draw their guns in advance, the police force will not force them to draw their guns.

this dark night.

Both sides have maintained a tacit understanding.

The Xiangjiang Quyi Club is very small.

After Zhuang Shikai pushed open the glass door, he strode into the Quyi Club.

Just listen to the melodious tune.

Ni Kun was wearing a white shirt with trousers, and his hair was a little gray. He was standing in the Quyi club with a bit of elegance, holding a harmonica and playing "Auld Lang Syne".

He looks just like the uncles and aunts in the Quyi club, how can he have the demeanor of the four major dealers?

But that's what made him more tolerant!

More like a difficult boss!

At this time, Zhuang Shikai was standing in the Quyi club, and the aunts and elders holding erhus and wooden drums on the chairs in the club all turned their eyes to him, and their eyes were full of sophistication and calmness.

Those young and Dangerous boys and hall masters who dare to fight and kill are inferior compared to the uncles and aunts.

On the contrary, they are people who have really seen the big world.

"Papa papa!"

"Mr. Ni's music is really good."

Ni Kun put down his harmonica, turned his head and smiled, Zhuang Shikai applauded lightly, with an expression of approval.

This Scottish folk song is full of the beauty of the years, which is inexplicably admirable and fully worthy of applause.

But isn't the Quyi Club singing Cantonese opera?

Why are you playing the harmonica?

Zhuang Shikai put down his palm and said with deep eyes, "But Mr. Ni always likes to do things he shouldn't."

"Quyi Club shouldn't play the harmonica."

"It should be singing Cantonese opera."

Ni Kun turned around to look at Zhuang Shikai and replied with a smile: "Officer Zhuang is too much."

"I just finished singing "Legend of the White Snake", and the old neighbors asked me to play the harmonica for fun, so I just played a short section."

"People always have to change their tastes."

Ni Kun put down the harmonica, wiped it with a handkerchief, then wrapped the harmonica with the handkerchief, and tightened it in the pocket of the suit.

The old neighbors of the Quyi Club began to pack their things and ended today's entertainment activities.

Zhuang Shikai lit a cigarette and preached: "It is not impossible to sing Cantonese opera every day."

Ni Kun replied with a smile: "I'll get tired of it."

"That means you don't want to?" Zhuang Shikai narrowed his eyes and took a puff of cigarette.

Ni Kun smiled without saying a word, got up and left and asked, "Do you want to have supper together?"

"I know there is a delicious food stall nearby."

Zhuang Shikai raised his watch and said, "It's just on time."

"Then let's go together."

Zhuang Shikai turned around and walked out of the gate of the Quyi Club, and Ni Kun appeared behind him.

A small alleyway was filled with hundreds of people.

"Sir Zhuang!"

"Sir Zhuang!"

"Uncle Kun!"

"Uncle Kun..."

Both sides shouted in unison, but the youngsters of the Ni family only dared to shout and did not dare to come forward, but Uncle Biao brought people around and gave Zhuang Sir a wink, meaning to ask Zhuang Sir if he wanted to pull someone, Even if you can't really catch Ni Kun, you can give him a blow in advance and let him have a killing blow.

Zhuang Shikai didn't meet this look, and Zhou Huabiao smiled and said, "Mr. Ni and I are going to have a late-night snack. Let's all come together, Mr. Ni pays the bill."

Zhuang sir never forgets to bring his family with him even when he is eating dinner.

Zhou Huabiao was a little confused, so he nodded: "Yes! Sir!"

Ni Kun asked beside him, "I'll lead the way."

"About five minutes."

Afterwards, hundreds of people from both sides walked out of the alley, walked on the side of the street, and marched forward along the street. On one side were the police and on the other side were gangster gunmen. The momentum was very frightening.

Zhuang Shikai and Ni Kun walked in front, and Uncle Biao, Han Chen and others followed behind... Citizens and passers-by who met them on the road all consciously avoided passing through them with interest.

However, Zhuang Shikai and Ni Kun did not speak on the road, nor did the people on both sides speak, which made the momentum gradually serious, and the night unknowingly cast a layer of murderous intent.

Fortunately, the five-minute journey was quick, and the two parties arrived at the supper stand.

The owner of the supper stall saw Ni Kun walk into the booth, with a sweat towel on his shoulders and a pot cover in his hand, and he greeted without stopping, "Uncle Kun! Come to eat supper again!"

"Yes! Awang!"

"Bring some friends over for supper." Ni Kun walked to a round table and sat down on a plastic chair: "Every friend serves a piece of wonton."

"It's mine."

"Good!" the supper boss immediately greeted.

Zhuang Shikai also moved a chair, sat across from Ni Kun, and winked at Uncle Biao next to him, and more than 20 police officers sat down at the other tables of the supper stall, filling the whole supper stall in an instant.

"Big business." The owner of the supper snorted, and immediately called his wife to help.

Han Chen, Guohua and others from the Ni family led their subordinates, together with Yao Yang and other hotspots, and stood outside the canopy of the supper stall.

"Da da." Zhuang Shikai pulled out two chopsticks and aligned them on the table.