Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

"Du Yongxiao, you dare to come?"

Fred pointed at Du Yongxiao's nose and said angrily.

"Why didn't I dare?" Du Yongxiao walked up to Fred and asked back, "Your son instructed someone to set fire to my company, I'm here to ask for an explanation.

"Ask for an explanation?" Fred smiled instead of anger. "Did I hear wrong? You actually asked me for an explanation? You beat my son Simon to the hospital, and I haven't settled with you, yet you asked me for an explanation!"

"So what?" Du Yongxiao smiled, "I came here to settle accounts with you!"

Du Yongxiao said, swaggering and sitting on the sofa, "You are a businessman, you should understand the principle of debt repayment. How much is my company worth if you hit your son and how much should you pay for medical expenses? We can make a list for each other. "

Fred smiled, "You're the most daring guy I know!" and winked at the secretary.

"Don't wink, your people are under the control of MI6!"

"What?" Fred yelled.

Big companies like them usually have private bodyguards or security systems, although they are not as strong as the army, they are not weak, especially the bodyguards are all retired elites recruited from the army, but they are so silently controlled, but One can imagine the sharpness and madness of MI6.

"What are you? How dare you make trouble here?" Fred was completely angry. Du Yongxiao not only hit his son, but also slapped him in the face.

"Believe it or not, I'm making a phone call to a member of Congress right now, so you can't finish eating?" Fred said and called directly.

Soon the phone was connected, and Fred spoke a few words into the phone arrogantly, then handed the phone to Du Yongxiao with a sneer: "Pick up the phone, damn it!"

Du Yongxiao didn't move, just looked at Fred with a smile.

"I put you on the phone, damn it!"

Fred had to emphasize his tone.

"No!" Du Yongxiao replied very simply. "Whether he is a member of Congress or the Queen, MI6 handles the case, and no one else has the right to interfere!"

"You—" Fred gritted his teeth with hatred. Neither is holding the phone, nor is it not.

The secretary stepped forward, spoke a few words into the phone, put it down, and then whispered something to Fred.

Fred smiled.

"The surname is Du, you don't have to answer the phone calls of the members of Congress, so what about your superiors, do you dare to disobey orders?"

Jingle Bell!

the phone is ringing.

The secretary picked it up and handed it to Du Yongxiao, with a half-smile: "Your superior, Mr. Bruce!"

Du Yongxiao sighed, had to stand up from the sofa, and walked past the phone.

"God, Du, what's going on? You ran to Mr. Fred?" Bruce's tone was extremely nervous.

"It's like this, sir, we got news that Beecham Pharmaceuticals is suspected of drug problems, so we came here to search—"

"What?" Bruce was surprised by Du Yongxiao's reason, he didn't expect Du Yongxiao to come up with such a reason stupidly.

What is Bicheng?

One of the four major pharmaceutical companies in the UK, does it need drug trafficking?

Fred was also taken aback by Du Yongxiao's words, then he laughed, grabbed Du Yongxiao's phone, and said to Bruce: "Stupid guy! This is your MI6 elite? Do you know what he is talking about? How dare you question our success and frame me as a drug dealer? God, I will notify the Prime Minister and members of Congress, yes, I will let MI6 go around endlessly!"

Bearded Bruce was scared to death over there. If Fred really did this, his career would be completely over.

"Du! I order you to retreat immediately! And apologize to Mr. Fred! Yes, immediately! Immediately!" Bruce almost roared.

His voice could be heard throughout the office.

Fred looked smug.

Du Yongxiao sighed, and answered the phone again: "I'm sorry, Sir Bruce, the military orders abroad are not acceptable!"

After speaking, snap!

hang up the phone.

Bruce on the other end of the phone was stunned and dared to hang up on me?

Fred was also stunned here, dare to hang up his boss?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fred!" Du Yongxiao said with a smile, "Now we are going to conduct a blanket search of your company, please cooperate!"

Fred was in a dazed state.

He had never seen Du Yongxiao who played cards without reason.

The secretary went out to take a look, then hurriedly turned to Fred and said, "It's bad, people from MI6 are moving the materials outside!"

Fred was in a hurry. Although he did not deal in drugs or arms, there were things like tax evasion and tax evasion. If he was found out by MI6, it would be a trouble.

what to do?

Fred called at the first time, said a few words, hung up the phone, and then looked down upon Du Yongxiao: "Damn guy, no matter how you move those materials out, you have to obediently move them back!"

"Really?" Du Yongxiao confronted him tit for tat, "Then I'll have to see it!"

...

"Stop! Stop everything!"

Outside Bicheng Company, before Shahru Khan and other MI6 personnel could load the materials into the car, several cars came roaring.

Director George of the Military Intelligence Department, Deputy Director William, and Bruce, the chief of the Sixth Division, arrived immediately and called to stop Du Yongxiao's operation.

"Everyone stop now! Move these materials back, yes, immediately! Immediately!" Director George ordered.

No way, although the Military Intelligence Service is not under the jurisdiction of the London City Government, it is controlled by the Congress. Several members of Congress called just now, making George's head almost explode.

Shah Ruhan and others had to stop.

George and others rushed upstairs again.

Du Yongxiao is confronting Fred.

"Damn it, you dare to act without reporting it!"

George didn't enter the room, and the roar had already reached Du Yongxiao's ears.

Fred heard clearly, with a proud face, he bit his cigar and said arrogantly to Du Yongxiao: "Now let's see how you die?"

Du Yongxiao remained silent.

George and the others have already entered the house.

Before George and the others could speak, Du Yongxiao took the lead and said, "Sir, we got a tip! This place is suspected of drug trafficking..."

"What, Bicheng drug trafficking? Do you have any brains?" George poked Du Yongxiao's forehead with his fingers, "Bicheng Pharmaceutical is one of the four major companies in London, do they need to sell drugs? Besides, Mr. Fred is a member of Congress. My friend, Her Majesty's guest, does he need to deal drugs?"

Du Yongxiao's answer almost made people explode.

"Sir, I don't know what kind of person Mr. Fred is, but I do know that you know the face but don't know the heart!"

"What did you say?"

"Damn it, you dare to insult me?"

Just when Fred wanted to go crazy——

"I didn't say this, but the FBI!" Du Yongxiao said calmly, "They said that Mr. Fred may not have sold drugs, but he did tax evasion!"

After finishing speaking, Du Yongxiao looked at Fred: "Sir, are you right?"