Hong Kong Comprehensive World Champion

Chapter 569: Lord Zhuang Appears!

that night.

Kwun Tong District.

Industrial parking lot.

"Shh!" A truck stopped at the door.

"Go! Go! Go!" Dozens of Fuqing gangsters in black shirts, machetes and red belts jumped out of the car, gathered in a stream of people, and walked towards the parking lot aggressively.

At the gate of the parking lot, several security guards looked shocked. They picked up the iron bars in the gatepost and walked towards the gate, shouting loudly: "Whoa! How dare you go to the Huo family's parking lot to make trouble?"

These security guards are all brothers of the Huo family.

This parking lot is a special site for the Huo family to rent oil trucks.

More than a dozen large oil tankers are parked in the parking lot, each worth hundreds of thousands, and they are the dishes and chopsticks for the Huo family to start work!

Blowing up these cars is equivalent to smashing the Huo family's jobs! Even if the Huo family has gas, there is no car transportation!

You know, transporting red oil is not a simple matter, not only a car, but also a special oil truck is required in the transportation process...

The oil truck transports the red oil to the dock for loading, or transports it to the oil pipeline at the seaside, and the pipeline directly leads to the inland, and the entire oil sales process is completed.

Of course, shipping is still the main method at present, and smugglers cannot build oil pipelines to the mainland.

In the future, when Huo Qingsong grows bigger, in order to save costs, he will build a transportation pipeline privately...

"The Huo family?"

"I'm here to blow up your Huo family's car!" Hui Bin raised his machete and roared, "Cut down this group of morons!"

"Hack him!"

"Boom!" A group of younger brothers crashed into the gate of the parking lot, and the rest of the younger brothers rushed forward, quickly knocking six or seven Huo family security guards to the ground.

Of course, Huibin received the order from his elder brother to blow up the car, not kill him.

Everyone maintains the rule of "beheading people". After beheading people to the ground, it is too much to make up two hands and feet.

Didn't kill people completely!

And there are not many people in the parking lot of Huo's house. After all, who would come to the parking lot to make trouble? These security guards soon fell one by one in a pool of blood, mixed with loess dust, with miserable expressions.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" In the parking lot, several violent explosions sounded one after another!

Huibin put gunpowder on the buttocks of the three vehicles, ignited them, and directly blew up the engine of the oil truck and knocked the oil truck to the ground.

The motors and engines of the remaining oil trucks were dismantled one after another, and they were directly dismantled back.

"Fried" is just an adjective!

Really "bombing" three cars is just to express that "big brother" will do what he says.

Demolition is the main force.

After all, oil trucks are hard to blow up, and it's dangerous to blow up, and no one would do something stupid.

In the smoke of the explosion, several Huo family youths looked at the raging flames, clutched their wounds, and struggled.

"Retreat!" Hui Bin waved his hand, and left with the motor, engine, and a large group of Fuqing helpers.

Only the billowing smoke and a few wounded were left behind.

the next day.

Morning.

It didn't even make it into the newspapers!

But on the table of Master Zhuang!

"The Fuqing Gang Yaowen who attacked your mother."

"Is this bum eating the guts of an ambitious leopard?"

Master Zhuang put the documents on the table, put his hands together on his knees, turned his chair with a displeased expression, and said slowly, "This is not southern Fujian, not Tokyo, and even less New York."

The chair turned back to the front, and he said with confidence: "This is Hong Kong Island!"

Chen Jiaju stood in front of him and said: "The Hokkien people are always bold!"

"But he has to listen to me!" Zhuang Shikai said in a strong and serious tone.

"However, this Chen Yaowen is still a very smart person. He just blew up a few cars without killing anyone. The amount of gunpowder used was not enough. It is not a serious crime at all."

"If you are arrested, you will be sentenced to five or six years at most. If you find any younger brother to help you, there is nothing we can do about him." Chen Jiaju said beside him.

You know, Chen Yaowen is not a fool to be a big brother.

He just wanted to strengthen the Fuqing gang and win the cake of the red oil business.

After all, the Fuqing Gang has many branches around the world, and Hong Kong Island is the most useless. How shameless it is to say it?

Going back to my hometown to visit relatives is looked down upon by the people in Tokyo next door! Building a villa in the country can't be higher than a "New Yorker"!

Brother Yaowen is wronged! ! !

I can't hold my head up at home! ! !

Therefore, he decided to risk Huo Qingsong, so he sent a team of soldiers to do something.

However, although he decided to do something, he heard that Chen Xijiu's relationship might involve Mr. Zhuang, so he couldn't help but leave room for it and dare not be too ruthless.

For example, he decided to blow up Huo Qingsong's oil depot but didn't do it, decided to kill Huo Qingsong's family but didn't do it, he just blew up a garage as a test.

This is delusion to leave room for yourself!

This is ignorance of Master Zhuang's temper!

Is this just blowing up a garage? No! This is already a slap in the face of Master Zhuang!

"hehe!"

"Is he slick?"

"It's okay..." Zhuang Shikai folded his suit, straightened his back, sat on the back of the chair and said, "Does he want to see me?"

"Oh, no!"

"Brother Yaowen wants me to talk to him personally!"

Zhuang Shikai had a smile on his face: "Then I will go and talk to him personally!"

Chen Jiaju's expression was startled, and he hurriedly persuaded: "No need? Sir Zhuang! You will die!"

Zhuang Shikai smiled contemptuously: "Don't worry!"

"He can't touch me!"

"I mean he's going to die!" Co-author Chen Jiaju didn't care about the boss, but the bum on the other side.

Now Zhuang Shikai chuckled lightly and didn't speak, he didn't care about the other party's life or death at all. If there is one thing to say and do... get the body bag ready!

Zhuang Shikai immediately called to set a time with Chen Xijiu, Chen Xijiu set a time with Huo Qingsong, Huo Qingsong set a time with Brother Yaowen...

It doesn't matter if one floor is separated by another, the key is to set the time well.

The time was finally set at five o'clock in the evening.

Five o'clock in the evening.

In a flash.

An ice room in Kowloon.

"Clang!" The rolling door opened.

Yaowen's two younger brothers stood at the door, and one of them raised his finger forward: "You, you, you two come in by yourself!"

"The others stay outside."

Chen Xijiu and Huo Qingsong stood at the door, and there were more than a dozen Huo brothers with guns and suits.

The person who raised his hand was Yaowen's leading horse "Hui Bin".

This time the two were sitting at the table negotiating, one was that Yaowen wanted to know Chen Xijiu's situation, and the other was that he wanted to swallow Huo Qingsong's business.

If it can be negotiated, it will be swallowed without blood...

Ha ha.

That was perfect!

As for Chen Xijiu and Huo Qingsong, they didn't say at all that Master Zhuang would come, hehe, they were just waiting to surprise Yaowen.

"Um."

"Go in!" Chen Xijiu nodded to Huo Qingsong, and the two bowed their heads and walked through the rolling door.

"Bang!" The rolling door closed again.

The Huo family's brothers with guns were waiting outside the door, Chen Xijiu and others were in danger, and they couldn't help them immediately.

They have less time to face each other, and it is normal to encounter unequal treatment during negotiations, and it is not a particularly excessive thing.

In the ice room, the lights were on, and there were thirty or forty Fuqing gangsters standing there.

The beaters all held knives and stared at the two with fierce expressions.

Chen Yaowen was sitting at a small square table, with his head bowed, wearing a black shirt, constantly scooping up sugar water with a spoon and pouring it into his mouth.

This bowl of "sugar water" is poplar nectar.

Chen Xijiu was wearing a suit, and Huo Qingsong was wearing a white sportswear, both of them had serious expressions.

Chen Xijiu walked to the small square table and pulled out a chair to sit down, while Huo Qingsong stood obediently by the side without looking for a seat to sit down.

Because he is not the main character! Not even a supporting role!

The real protagonist hasn't appeared yet!

"Mr. Chen, it's our first meeting." Chen Xijiu stretched out his hand to Yaowen who was facing him.

Chen Yaowen raised his head to look at him, stared at him for a moment, staring directly at Chen Xijiu's eyes.

Ten seconds later, he lifted his face to show a smile, and lightly raised his hand to shake hands with Chen Xijiu: "Inspector Chen is younger than I thought..."

"Hehe, not as young as Mr. Chen." Chen Xijiu laughed.

As soon as the two met, they exchanged words and ridiculed each other's age.

But Chen Yaowen raised his hand: "Hey! It's true that I'm young, but don't call me Mr. Chen, remember to call me brother Yaowen."

"Hui Bin! Serve Detective Chen as well!"

"By the way, take a portion of the protection fee and give it to the inspector!" Chen Yaowen shouted loudly.

This "protection fee" can be said to be an understatement!

"Yes! Boss!" Hui Bin quickly brought out a prepared poplar nectar, and put a portion of poplar nectar on the table.

At the same time, a thin red envelope was placed next to it, and there were not many banknotes in it.

Chen Xijiu looked at him with a smile.

"Brother Yaowen, I haven't been a detective for many years."

"I don't care!" Chen Yaowen put down his spoon, looked at Chen Xijiu and said, "You take the money! I'll give you the face!"

"After drinking this sugar water, take the red envelope and get out! Inspector Chen!"

Chen Xijiu picked up the red envelope on the table, turned it over and over, and looked at it a few times.

He said, "You really don't listen to Master Zhuang's words?"

"How can you prove that Master Zhuang said it?"

Chen Yaowen asked.

Chen Xijiu replied: "The Lu family in the New Territories and the Huizhou Chamber of Commerce have both expressed their views."

"You still don't believe it?"

"I don't believe it!" Chen Yaowen pressed the table and said, "I'm going to see Master Zhuang coming! Or Master Zhuang will call me! Otherwise, I won't believe it!"

"Don't think that I don't know that you have a little wealth, which is enough to make the two bosses admit it...but let me Fuqing help you? Money alone is not enough!"

"Or I'll beat Huo Qingsong to death to grab the business! Or... I'll give the Huo family five million as compensation for blowing up the car last night, and Huo Qingsong will withdraw from the red oil business by himself."

"You choose one!"

"Oh...that's it..." Chen Xijiu nodded and said, "I choose Master Zhuang to talk to you!"

"Huh?" Chen Yaowen was stunned for a moment, stood up with his hands on the table, pointed at Chen Xijiu and cursed: "Don't fuck with me!"

"Boom!" An extended Mercedes suddenly crashed through the rolling shutter door, rushing into the shop with extreme arrogance!

Neither the door of the store nor the price of the Mercedes-Benz...

Dozens of horse boys from Fuqing Gang with machetes and fierce expressions were shocked and retreated one after another.

Zhuang Shikai pushed open the rear door of the car, wore a high-end suit, buttoned it, got out of the car, looked at everyone and smiled.

"You guys keep talking! I'll just sit and listen!" He pulled away a chair by the square table and sat between Chen Yaowen and Chen Xijiu with a smile.

"Hmph!" Chen Jiaju pushed the driver's seat and got out of the car with a sneer.

Chen Yaowen sat back on the chair weakly, and said in a daze, "Master Zhuang..."

At this moment, Chen Jiaju put his hands on the gun pouch on his waist.