Rebirth in Hong Kong as a hero

Chapter 118 Unstoppable

In the suite.

The two groups each occupied a corner and stared at each other eagerly. They were each ready to take out their guns and shoot at any time when the boss gave the order.

On the seat.

The Eight-faced Buddha and Tan Cheng looked at each other with playful expressions.

"hehe."

The Eight-faced Buddha shook his long hair and waved his hand to signal Ma Zai not to panic: "Everyone, relax, Mr. Cheng is also a famous figure in Saigon."

He looked at Tan Cheng: "Boss Cheng, everyone who asked you to relax should also relax. My Eight-faced Buddha has been walking outside for many years. Since I dare to come today, I have anticipated all the things that should be expected."

"Tell me what your conditions are."

"Okay, since you are so forthcoming, I, Tan Cheng, won't beat around the bush with you."

Tan Cheng waved his hands and Dasha didn't need to be nervous. He said straight to the point: "It's very simple. You can do anything if you want me to do something for you."

He leaned forward, looked at the Eight-faced Buddha with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, and stretched out a finger: "One ton, you send me one ton of goods, and I will help you get Lin Kun."

"A ton?!"

The Eight-faced Buddha narrowed his eyes when he heard this, shook his cigar and said: "One ton of goods, isn't it a bit too much?!"

"One ton is already very little."

Tan Cheng retracted his body, leaned on the sofa with his hands spread out, and looked sideways at the Eight-faced Buddha: "I helped you get rid of Lin Kun. Not only did you get revenge, you also took over his market. You don't care how to calculate this deal."

It’s not a loss.”

"Think about it, how big is the market on Hong Kong Island now? Not only us, Zhongxinyi in the community is also doing flour business. If you dominate the market here, you may not be able to cooperate with Zhongxinyi."

"Um"

The Eight-faced Buddha pondered briefly: "That's okay, tell me how you are going to do it?"

"You don't have to worry about how I do this."

Tan Cheng snorted and did not answer the question of the Eight-faced Buddha: "What you have to do now is to ship a batch of goods to me first and let me see your sincerity. What do you think?"

"hehe."

The Eight-faced Buddha smiled and snapped his fingers: "I happen to have a batch of goods in hand, three hundred kilograms. I'll give it to Boss Cheng to test the waters first."

"readily."

Tan Cheng nodded with satisfaction, stood up from the sofa, and stretched out his hand to the Eight-faced Buddha: "Then just wait for my good news."

After coming out of the hotel, the group got into the car and left quickly.

rear.

In a black car.

Song Zijie from Saigon Police Station was sitting in the driver's seat, watching Tan Cheng and others driving away, waited for a moment and then drove to follow them.

"Boss."

Dasha sat in the passenger seat and glanced at the car following him in the rearview mirror: "Do you want to kill Song Zijie who is following behind?"

"Eh."

Tan Cheng waved his hand to indicate that he shouldn't be nervous: "Let him follow. This kid will be useful if we keep him. Aren't we going to deal with Lin Kun? This kid can come in handy."

"Keep it for now."

"good."

Dasha didn't say much after hearing this.

The car was traveling quickly on the highway. Tan Cheng sat in the back seat and squinted his eyes to rest, summarizing quickly in his mind.

By cooperating with the Eight-faced Buddha, Tan Cheng had originally planned to enter the flour market, so cooperating with him would actually maximize his own interests.

He had already heard of Lin Kun in Tsim Sha Tsui, and even asked about it. Lin Kun himself was very low-key, and all his business was managed by a handsome boy named Ji Bu.

so.

As long as this kid named Ji Bu is dealt with, Lin Kun will basically be incapable of causing any more trouble.

soon.

Tan Cheng had an idea and opened his eyes to look at Dasha: "Have you heard about the three brothers from the Wangyue Nan Gang in Yau Tsim a few days ago?"

"Um."

Dasha nodded: "Yue Nanzi hacked Lin Kun and a batch of goods was destroyed."

"right."

Tan Cheng snapped his fingers and looked forward: "Yue Nanzi is dead, Lin Kun and the others will definitely take over the territory in his hands."

"Just start with this matter."

He raised his fingers at Dasha and said, "Also, the territory in Tsim Sha Tsui in Ji Bu's hands will cause some trouble for him. You do this. This way."

"OK."

Dasha nodded after hearing this.

It didn't take long.

The car stopped by the side of the road. Dasha got out of the car with Ma Zai and moved to the car behind, and parted ways with Tan.

Song Zijie who was following behind looked at Dasha who was separated from Tan Cheng, thought briefly and then chose to follow Dasha.

"Drive slowly!"

Dasha glanced at Song Zijie who was following him in the rearview mirror: "Don't let this kid get lost."

It didn't take long.

The car stopped at the entrance of the alley. Dasha walked into the alley and exchanged a few words with the person who had been waiting inside. He handed him a note and left. The other person looked at the note and threw it away.

I left it in the trash can on the side of the road.

This scene was seen by Song Zijie who was following behind. After they left, he immediately entered the alley, rummaged in the trash can, and found the note just now:

Tomorrow night, Tsim Sha Tsui Brilliant Nightclub deal.

"snort."

Song Zijie clutched the note in his pocket and drove away.

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Youjianwang.

In a private room of a nightclub.

Wuying and Aji were sitting on the sofa with their four boys, chatting.

Tonight, they gathered all the people in charge of this area that was originally covered by the Yue Nang Gang and prepared to hold a small meeting.

The Yue Nan Gang has fallen, and it is not difficult to regain their territory. After tonight's small meeting, basically no one will have any objections.

It didn't take long.

Everyone who was supposed to be there was present, and the whole meeting went without too much trouble.

Everyone originally came out to seek money, but now that Yue Nan has helped him, it's just another person to manage it. As long as there is money to be made, everyone has nothing to say.

After the basic conclusions are finalized.

Originally, the two of them were planning to leave directly, but in these places, the host insisted on letting them drink.

Aji didn't have much interest in this kind of occasion, so he left Wuying and a few horses to play inside, and left first.

Eleven o'clock in the evening.

Wu Ying led Ma Zai and came out of the nightclub, burping with wine, and walked towards the car parked on the roadside.

On the street.

Two cars drove quickly towards the nightclub, their voices roaring, and the people who were about to get on the car subconsciously turned their heads to look.

The car suddenly stopped beside them, and four or five men in black opened the door and got out one after another.

Dasha took the lead and without waiting for Wuying to react, he directly pushed Wuying down on the hood.

"Don't move!"

Several people had large black stars in their hands, and pointed their guns at Ma Zi, who was about to reach into his pocket.

"The Yan family shovel!"

Most of Wuying's drunkenness dissipated immediately, and he struggled to break away from Dasha, but his body was pressed against the hood and he could not move.

"Crack!"

Dasha picked up the butt of the gun and hit Wuying on the head: "Street boy, be honest!" After saying that, he grabbed Wuying and took him to the car.

A few horsemen nearby threatened several people with big black stars, then left quickly and disappeared at the end of the street. The whole process only took about thirty seconds.

The other side.

Tsim Sha Tsui.

Brilliant nightclub.

Boss Ji led his people to patrol the venue, looking at the packed hall with a smile on his face. The business of the nightclub has been good since it opened.

Walk, walk.

Da Laoji happened to pass by the toilet, and a strange smell came into his nose, so he turned around and looked inside.

In the toilet.

A drug addict is huddled in the corner, snorting flour.

"Grass!"

Boss Ji frowned, and immediately called Ma Zai over, pointing at the people inside: "What the hell is going on? How could such a person appear in our place?"

According to Ji Bu's instructions, these things would never appear in their places.

"I don't know."

Ma Zai's eyes were filled with confusion.

"Why the hell are you still standing there? Throw the person out quickly!"

The boss Ji cursed angrily and asked Ma Zai to throw the person out. After handling the matter, he was about to leave.

He seemed to realize something was wrong again, and always felt that this matter was a bit strange.

Now who doesn’t know that they have never been in the flour business in this area? There is no reason for such people to appear in their place.

Boss Ji turned around and looked at the aisle of the private rooms, shouting: "Come here, show me one private room now to see if there are any people washing flour on the street!"

"good!"

Ma Zai responded and took the walkie-talkie to call someone.

suddenly.

There was a commotion at the door: "Send someone, check!"

Boss Ji's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately walked out and blocked the door, looking at the strange man in front of him.

The man was a stranger, I had never seen him before. He was young and handsome, with a hint of immaturity between his brows. He was standing at the door with his hands on his hips, looking around the inside of the nightclub expressionlessly.

"Sir, come over and play."

Boss Ji smiled, took out the cigarette from his pocket and handed it over.

"Have fun!"

Song Zijie reached out and took out his ID, and ordered his men to enter the place to search, but was stopped by the boss Ji.

"Sir Song!"

Boss Ji looked at Song Zijie's ID: "You are from the Saigon Police Station. There is no reason for you to take charge of this place. You don't have it."

"Get out of the way!"

Song Zijie interrupted him without waiting for him to finish speaking:

"We received a report from an informant that there was a flour transaction in your place tonight, and it was also suspected of hiding Western drug operatives and providing a place for them."

"You'll know if there's a problem after checking. Get out of the way!"

He directly reached out and pressed the .38 gun holster on his waist, the meaning was self-evident.

"!"

Boss Ji gritted his teeth, thought for a while and finally stepped aside.

Song Zijie shouted to the guys to rush out and quickly searched the nightclub. It didn't take long for someone to come out:

"Sir Song, we found several packages of flour in the private room, and we initially estimate that they weigh about one kilogram!"

"Sir Song, we caught two Western poison agents who were about to run away!"

"you!"

Song Zijie pointed at Da Lao Ji, stepped in front of him, and directly grabbed the collar of Da Lao Ji who was about to call Ji Bu:

"Tell me, where are the people who delivered the goods to you tonight? Where did your accomplices go?!"

"."

Boss Ji gritted his teeth and denied, "I don't know, I don't."

"Oh, very good."

Song Zijie sneered and directly motioned to the clerk to take the person away: "Since you don't want to say it, then I'll ask you to go to the police station and say it!"

He called to his men: "Clear the place, take away all relevant personnel, and interrogate them one by one!"

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Ocean.

"Okay, I understand."

Ji Bu took the phone and responded expressionlessly: "Wait for me to come over."

Just as I hung up the phone, another call came in: "What's wrong with the boss, the brilliant nightclub was raided by the police, the nightclub was closed, and Brother Ji was also taken away!"

"Who leads the team?"

"Who's called Song Zijie from Sai Kung Police Station?"

"..."

Ji Bu pinched his eyebrows and said, "Okay, I understand. Stop the business in other places and look for any other problems."

Just hung up the phone.

Outside the office, Andy rushed in from the outside with an anxious look on his face: "Boss, something happened to Wu Fei?!"

"Um."

Ji Bu nodded: "He was captured in Yau Tsim Wang."

The phone on the table rang again.

Ji Bu picked it up and said, "Hey."

"..."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, and then laughter sounded: "Hahaha, Boss Ji, are you satisfied with the gift I gave you tonight?!"

"ah"

Ji Bu was stunned for a moment, holding the phone with an expressionless face: "Not bad, it really surprised me."

"Surprised? Isn't it scary?"

The man sneered and said in a serious tone: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Tan Cheng. Please give me face and call me Big Brother Cheng."

"Becoming the boss?"

Ji Bu narrowed his eyes and kept his tone: "Why, if Boss Cheng doesn't do a good counterfeit money business, why are you interested in playing with Ji Bu?!"

I haven't even gone to trouble Tan Cheng yet, but I didn't expect that Tan Cheng would take the lead. It doesn't make sense.

The phone is here.

"I have no choice, I have to find money."

Tan Cheng replied with a smile, picked up the phone and walked to Wuying, whose face was covered with blood, and stretched the phone forward:

"Street boy, your boss is here, talk to your boss."

Wuying raised his head and stared at Tan Cheng with his eyes wide open, without saying a word.

"Grass!"

Dasha picked up the stick next to him and hit Wuying directly on the back: "I'll attack your mother, I will let you speak!"

"Pfft."

Wuying twitched and fell to the ground, gritting his teeth and saying nothing, staring at Tan Cheng fiercely.

"Tsk"

Tan Cheng smacked his tongue, held the phone and said with a smile: "Boss Ji, your horse has quite a bit of backbone. He doesn't even say a word when he's so flat. He's a pretty good educator!"

"Enough!"

Ji Bu scolded him coldly: "Tell me, how do you want to play?!"

"It's very simple."

Tan Cheng's thoughtful voice came: "I have heard of Boss Ji's reputation for a long time, but I have never had the chance to meet you."

"Let's do this. You can bring five million in cash and come directly to my place to pick them up. Let's make a deal first and don't play any tricks. I'm a counterfeit banknote, so it's useless to do that."

"Also, you can only bring one person here, only one person, otherwise this kid will die immediately!"

He spoke very quickly: "I'll tell you the address. It's at Man Mo Temple. Come over here. You have two hours!"

Finished.

The other end of the phone hung up immediately.

"Oh shit."

Ji Bu slapped the phone back, frowned and lit a cigarette.

Why did Tan Cheng suddenly go against himself?

It doesn't make sense.

It's very unreasonable. We are in two completely different fields. There is no reason for Tan Cheng to take the initiative to provoke him.

Could it be that he knew about his affair with Mark Li?

Neither.

If he knew about his affair with Mark Lee, then Mark Lee would definitely be the first to suffer.

Very baffling.

"Boss!"

Hua Zai just listened to the general idea nearby, and when Ji Bu didn't say anything, he took the initiative and said, "I'm going to call someone now."

"No."

Ji Bu put away his thoughts and didn't have time to think so much, so he waved his hand:

"I'll just take Aji with me. Now go and stabilize the situation below. If no one shows up, the people below will be panicked."

"But."

Hua Zai still wanted to speak, but was rejected by Ji Bu: "Tan Cheng is here for me. If nothing else, he wants to keep me there."

"Grass!"

Hua Zai gritted his teeth and cursed, and hesitated for a moment: "Let's just bring people to kill him. If Wu Fei can survive, he will survive. If he doesn't survive, I will avenge him!"

"Okay!"

Ji Bu reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "I understand what you mean, but that's not what being a boss does. Just wait, I'll bring him back."

His tone paused, and then the conversation changed: "Let's do this, you take all the handsome guys to the underground garage downstairs of Henglian Finance Company to find Mark Lee."

Now that Tan Cheng had taken action, Ji Bu couldn't figure out what Tan Cheng was thinking, so luckily he cut the knot quickly and directly stole Tan Cheng's background.

Simple and crude.

"Mark Lee?"

Hua Zai was stunned when he heard this: "Why are you looking for him?"

Ji Bu had already taken his coat and went out: "Just follow him, he will tell you what to do."

downstairs.

Aji had already driven and waited.

Ji Bu opened the door and got in: "Henglian Finance Company." Not long after the car arrived, Ji Bu went straight to the underground garage and found Mark Li:

"Follow me and take me to see Uncle Jian."

"Um?"

Mark Li's expression froze, but he followed Ji Bu and got into the car: "Tan Cheng tied up my horse to threaten me. Uncle Jian is not a bomb maker, help me get some."

The car shuttled quickly on the road, and soon it stopped at the entrance of the United Taxi Company. The two of them got out one after the other.

"pony?"

Uncle Jian saw Mark Li walking in and stood up: "Why are you free to come to my place today?"

His eyes fell on Ji Bu: "Who is this?"

"Uncle Jian."

Mark Lee got right to the point and was very straightforward: "I want to get some goods from you. Do you have any bombs?"

"I"

Uncle Jian looked at Mark Li's expression and said no more: "Have you thought about it?! Ah Hao, he definitely doesn't want to see you like this."

"Um."

Seeing Mark Lee nodding, Uncle Jian waved, led them to the basement, and opened the safe placed against the wall inside.

He took out a box from the bottom floor and opened it. It was a six-grid box with two grenades on it.

"There are only two."

Ji Bu bent down, took out the grenade and hung it in the inner pocket of his suit. He pulled the corner of his clothes and said, "Thank you, Uncle Jian."

"Young man, be careful."

Uncle Jian said: "This thunder is very powerful, so be careful when using it."

Several people came outside the house.

Mark Li followed Ji Bu and was about to get in the car, but was stopped by Ji Bu: "You don't have to go with me."

"."

Mark Li looked at Ji Bu, but did not get in the car again. He closed the car door with his backhand: "Remember what you promised me?!"

"Don't worry, I won't die."

Ji Bu waved his hand without looking back: "If conditions permit, I will help you kill Tan Cheng tonight."

"You go back to Henglian Finance Company now, my people are already waiting for you, go and blow up Tan Cheng's counterfeit banknote base.

Finished.

The car stepped on the accelerator and jumped out.

"Open the counterfeit banknote base directly?!"

Mark Li didn't expect Ji Bu to do things in such a wild way, and he stood there without reacting.

He looked at the disappearing taillights of the car and got into Uncle Jian's taxi: "Uncle Jian, lend me the car."

The taxi stepped on the accelerator and jumped out, heading towards Henglian Finance Company. As soon as they arrived at the underground garage, they saw Hua Tsai leading the team.

The two of them have met and naturally know each other.

"Mark Lee!"

"Follow me!"

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Twelve o'clock in the evening.

In the Wen Mo Temple, a building with three entrances and two openings.

Tan Cheng stood in front of the incense table with a cigarette in his mouth, picked up three sticks of incense and lit it.

ahead.

Emperor Wen and Emperor Wu each took sides.

Emperor Wen holds a writing brush and is responsible for literature and official salary.

Emperor Wu, also known as Guan Wu Shengjun, was wearing a green robe, holding a long sword, with a slightly red face, and an expression of calmness and authority, overlooking the four directions.

Tan Cheng bowed three times with three sticks of incense, then inserted the incense into the incense burner on the desk in front of him, and wisps of green smoke spiraled up.

At this time.

There was a sound of brakes on the street outside.

Tan Cheng turned around and looked.

Under the illumination of the car lights, Ji Bu and Aji walked in one after the other.

As soon as they entered the yard, the mazai who had been hiding in the yard emerged from the shadows one after another, holding micro-shots aimed at the two of them and slowly surrounding them.

As long as Tan Cheng gave an order, the two of them were immediately beaten into pieces.

"Oh."

Ji Bu didn't even look at the people around him, and kept walking in front of him. Aji followed behind, carrying his suitcase, and his steps were equally steady.

The two came to the center of the courtyard.

"stop!"

Tan Cheng stood at the door and stared at Ji Bu with a smile: "It's very good. Boss Ji is really powerful. He dares to come with just one person."

Ji Bu's expression remained unchanged: "Where are my people?"

"Bring it out."

Following Tan Cheng's order, Wuying, who was very weak and covered in blood, was dragged out by Dasha.

"Jibu!"

Dasha stretched out his hand and patted Wuying's face, raised his foot and kicked Wuying in the back, and fell to his knees directly on the ground, saying disdainfully:

"I'm not telling you, you're just as happy as Wuying. I don't even want to carry my shoes. You actually use him as your leader. It's embarrassing to tell anyone!"

"My horse is always the most beautiful one."

Ji Bu looked at Dasha expressionlessly: "Let him go."

"Oh."

Dasha glanced at Tan Cheng and saw that he didn't speak. He picked up the fly on the ground and kicked him on the back.

"Boss!"

Wuying couldn't stand steadily and stumbled down in front of Ji Bu. He looked up at Ji Bu and said, "I'm useless."

"No need to say more."

Ji Bu signaled that he didn't need to say anything more and looked at Tan Cheng coldly: "Boss Cheng takes special care of my horse. I'll remember it."

"You're welcome."

Tan Cheng chuckled: "Where's the money?"

"Here."

As soon as Ji Bu pursed his lips, Aji immediately put the money box in his hand forward and was about to come forward.

"Don't move!"

Tan Cheng directly stopped Ah Ji who was about to walk forward, and pointed at Ji Bu: "I didn't ask you to send it over, just bring the money."

Finished.

He snapped his fingers.

immediately.

The men holding guns on the side pulled the bolts of their guns one after another, loaded the bullets and pointed them at the three people: "I can just take the money myself, and you will be responsible for your death."

"You want to kill me?!"

Ji Bu raised his eyebrows, took the money box in Ah Ji's hand, stretched it forward, and stood in front of him:

"There is a bomb inside. If you kill me, will everyone die together?"

As soon as these words came out.

The mazai who were originally surrounding them subconsciously took two steps back and distanced themselves.

"bomb?!"

Tan Cheng's face was stunned for a moment, then he sneered: "Are you older than me?! Who are you trying to scare?" He bravely took a step forward: "I, Tan Cheng, have gotten into this position, how can I be scared?!"

"You don't believe it?!"

Ji Bu took a step forward with his suitcase in hand.

The surrounding horses almost subconsciously took two steps back again.

Tan Cheng suppressed the fear in his heart and stood there with his expression unchanged: "Are you older than me?!"

"Come!"

Ji Bu held the suitcase in his hand and presented it to Tan Cheng: "If you are brave enough, open it and it will explode!"

"Grass!"

Tan Cheng's face was livid, and he put his hand directly on the suitcase: "You think I don't dare?" Although his tone remained unchanged, his hand on the suitcase unconsciously shrank back.

"Open it!"

"Open!"

Ji Bu stared at Tan Cheng. Looking at Tan Cheng who was motionless, he pulled the suitcase back with his backhand:

"Since you don't dare, I'll do it!"

"Kacha!"

The buckle of the suitcase was popped open by Ji Bu, and he threw the suitcase directly towards the corner of the yard.

"boom!"

The suitcase exploded, and the entire ground shook violently.

A large hole was directly blown into the wall of the yard, rubble flew in the fire, and then the entire wall collapsed.

The heat wave from the huge explosion spread in all directions, causing everyone to dodge in all directions to temporarily avoid the sharp impact.

Ji Bu stood motionless, the hem of his clothes rolled up by the heat wave.

"The Yan family shovel!"

Tan Cheng's heart beat violently. After a brief fright, he was about to run back, but was caught by Ji Bu.

"Kill him!"

Tan Cheng yelled: "Kill him!"

"Who dares to shoot!"

Ji Bu once again took out a grenade and held it in his hand, shouting in a very loud voice: "Come on, shoot, let's finish the game together!"

"Gudong!"

Tan Cheng looked at the grenade in Ji Bu's hand, his Adam's apple twitched and he swallowed subconsciously: "Don't shoot!!"

"Shoot?!"

Ji Bu looked at Tan Cheng expressionlessly: "You only asked me to bring one person here. Come on, can you tell me how useful it is to have more people? Can you fucking keep me?!"

"We are leaving and no one can stop us."

Tan Cheng gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"Walk!"

Ji Bu waved his hand and motioned for Aji to take Wuying into the car. After the two got in the car, the car drove directly to the door. Aji shouted: "Boss, get in the car!"

"Everyone, please stand still and don't move. Oh, very good, this is the position. Everyone, please stay in this position and don't move!"

Ji Bu reached out and patted Tan Cheng's face: "If you dare to move, I will immediately throw a grenade and kill you."

Finished.

Ji Bu stepped back.

Tan Cheng stood there with sweat on his forehead, staring at Ji Bu who was retreating step by step with a cold expression. He stood there without daring to move.

After seeing the power of the grenade just now, he was not sure that he could run away.

Jibu opened the door and got into the car. Aji was already ready. He stepped on the accelerator and jumped out of the car.

"shot!"

Tan Cheng yelled, and the horsemen turned their guns and started shooting at the car that was flying out.

only.

The moment the car drove out, the grenade Ji Bu was holding was already flying towards them.

After seeing the grenade flying towards them, the mazai who had gathered at the door just now rushed around in panic without firing a shot.

"boom!"

Amidst the huge explosion, the whole yard trembled, and several horsemen who were running halfway were directly blown away by the bombs, causing death and injury.

After the explosion.

Tan Cheng got out from behind the pillar in disgrace, shook the dust off his head, looked at the car that had disappeared on the road, and punched the pillar:

"The Yan family shovel!"

According to his plan, as long as Ji Bu dares to come tonight and kill him in one go, this matter will be over.

Who knows where Ji Bu got the grenade? Damn it

Just then.

Dasha ran over in a panic and said in a panic: "Boss Cheng, it's bad, something happened at the counterfeit banknote base!"

"What?"

Tan Cheng's eyelids twitched and he jumped up from the ground. He reached out and grabbed Dasha: "What the hell did you say?!"

"Something happened at the counterfeit banknote base!"

Dasha swallowed a mouthful of saliva and spoke quickly: "Just now, Mark Li swept our counterfeit banknote base and took away the tape."

"Horse lame?!"

Tan Cheng was stunned again and roared: "He is the only cripple who can take over our counterfeit banknote base? And he also snatches away the tape?!"

"The lame horse is not lame at all, he is just faking it!"

Dasha lost control of his voice and reported what he knew to Tan Cheng: "Also, he didn't go alone. Ji Bu's horse took people with him, and the people over there were dead and injured."

"Grass!"

Tan Cheng clenched his fists tightly and smashed them on the pillar: "Fuck you, Ji Bu, how dare you cheat on me!"

"When did he get together with Ma Cripple!"

only.

No one answered his question.

Mark Lee, who is not lame, makes those who have been with Mark Lee and Song Zihao a little scared.

"What now?"

"What to do? Go back first!"

Tan Cheng roared, and his originally shiny back was now a mess and had long since lost its original luster:

"Trash, a bunch of useless trash!"

"Damn you, you're so damn lame, I kindly took you in, but you're pretending to be lame!"

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Saigon Highway.

In a small clinic, a fly jumped out of a wound that had been simply bandaged and fell to the ground.

Ah Ji followed him out and reached out to pull him.

"Don't touch me!"

Wuying opened Aji's palm with his hand, spit out a mouthful of blood, climbed up from the ground and staggered outside.

"Fly!"

Ji Bu followed him out, frowned and shouted.

"Boss, don't worry about me!"

Wuying covered his chest with his hands and staggered forward: "I am holding back on this matter, I will solve it myself."

"Fly!"

Ji Bu stepped forward and held down Wu Fei with his hand: "Okay, this matter is over. I will deal with anything."

"Boss!"

Wuying turned around and looked at Ji Bu, his swollen cheeks twitching and beating slightly:

"Since I've been with you, I've never done anything great. I know it when the boss gives me a chance!"

"Tonight, because of me, you and Ah Chi were almost buried in the Man Mo Temple and couldn't get out. I am useless because I have no face."

"Boss!"

Wuying put his hand on the hood of the car, took a deep breath, and looked up at him:

"Let me do this by myself. If I don't do it, I won't be able to get through it, and I won't be able to stand up again!"

"Dasha caught me on the street, I must kill him with my own hands! Don't stand in my way, just give me a chance, okay?"

Finished.

He turned and walked outside.

"Fly!"

Ji Bu stopped Wuying who was staggering away, chased him, grabbed his hand, and stuffed the big black star into his hand:

"be safe."

"Um."

The crowfly grabbed the big black star and walked away without looking back.

"Boss."

Aji looked at Wuying's back and said: "Wuying him"

"Let him go."

Ji Bu sighed and got into the car, telling Aji not to think too much:

"Wu Ying is such a face-loving person. Not only was he tricked by Tan Cheng this time, but he was also humiliated by Dasha in front of me. If this tone is not vented, Wu Ying will be useless."

"If he can't kill Dasha, I'll help him."

"Um."

Aji heard the words and stopped talking. He opened the car door and followed. The car drove towards the ocean. Andy and Mark Lee were already waiting here.

"Boss."

Hua Zai came up to him, looked at Ji Bu and Aji, and then asked, "Where are the flies?"

"He went to work on his own."

"Um."

When Andy heard this, he didn't ask any more questions. He looked at Mark Lee and said, "Brother Ma, please take out the things."

Mark Li hesitated for a moment, then reached into his coat and took out the tape from his armpit: "This is what Tan Cheng used to make counterfeit banknotes."

"Without this tape, they couldn't produce it."

"good."

Ji Bu reached out to take it, but Mark Li did not let go and stared at him: "What are you going to do?"

Ji Bu asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Mark Li didn't speak. After thinking for a while, he let go of his hand.

"Pop."

Ji Bu reached out and patted Mark Li on the shoulder, then turned to look at Aji: "Aji, pull your team to the Baishawan Pier."

"Since Tan Cheng wants to fight, let's devour them all at once!"

"Work!"

"good!"

Aji responded and drove away directly.

Ji Bu turned around and walked into the office, picked up the phone and hung up directly to Miao Zhihua's personal number.

"Something happened at Man Mo Temple at night, and it has been resolved."

Ji Bu said quickly: "I'm going to Baishawan Pier to do something in a moment. Please help me mobilize the police here in Saigon and give me enough time."

"no problem."

Miao Zhihua directly gave the guarantee without thinking: "Inspector Mo from Saigon Police Station happens to have a good relationship with me. I will send him a message and ask him to come over later."

"good."

The two hung up the phone.

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The other side.

Wuying drove to Henglian Finance Company. The car parked next to the roadside under the shade of a tree, and the shadow of the street lamp hid the black car.

Inside the Henglian Counterfeit Banknote Base.

Tan Cheng looked at the damage in the base with a livid face.

Leaving aside those dead and injured horses, not only was the tape taken away by Mark Lee, but a technician also died.

Work will definitely not be able to start in a short period of time.

"Become the boss."

Dasha came up and looked around the messy base: "What should we do?! If Uncle Yao asks, we can't do anything!"

"Keep the news secret first and don't let him know."

Tan Cheng thought for a moment and gave the order: "Assign someone to find Mark Li, and be sure to get the tape back for me!"

"good."

Dasha responded and went down to make arrangements.

Tan Cheng tugged on the collar of his shirt impatiently, returned to the office and sat on the sofa, slumping in.

What he originally thought was a simple matter, he didn't expect it to develop to this point. What puzzled him the most was when did Ji Bu get together with Mark Li.

Mark Li, the Yan family shovel, has been pretending to be lame and lurking around him. If he had known better, he should not have kept him by his side, and he would have just killed him.

"Become the boss."

Dasha opened the office door and walked in: "I just thought about it, Ma Laizi is hanging out with Ji Bu now, I guess the tape is already in Ji Bu's hands."

"I know."

Tan Cheng impatiently took out the cigarette box and prepared to take out a cigarette: "But can we go find Ji Bu now? No! He will definitely not return the tape to us."

Dasha asked back: "Then what should we do?"

"Grass!"

Tan Cheng threw the empty cigarette box on the table and said upset: "Go down and buy me a pack of cigarettes and come up and let me think about it."

"OK."

Dasha went out immediately after hearing this.

Tan Cheng sat in his seat, the expression on his face changed rapidly. He was completely in trouble tonight.

Not to mention that Ji Bu was not eliminated, but Ji Bu was allowed to steal the tape. The tape was taken away by them, which offended Ji Bu. He would definitely not return the tape to him.

I want the tape back.

unless

Unless the Eight-faced Buddha is handed over to them!

Only in this way could Ji Bu return the tape to himself, but even so, he still had no initiative.

Furthermore.

As for the Eight-faced Buddha, I still have to think of a trick to let him get in.

Oh shit.

Tan Cheng gritted his teeth anxiously and quickly calculated in his mind that he had to think of a perfect solution.

downstairs.

After Dasha got out of the elevator, he came outside the Henglian Building. He first looked around, then walked towards a 24-hour convenience store on the next street.

In a car not far away.

Wuying's cheeks were swollen, his eyes were fixed on Dasha who came out alone, and he was breathing heavily as he pressed bullets into the magazine one by one.

He pushed the loaded magazine into the magazine with a clear and crisp sound, then held the big black star in his right hand and pushed the car door open with his left hand, following with unsteady steps.

convenience store.

Dasha went in and bought two packs of cigarettes. He unpacked the cigarettes as he walked out, then took out a lighter, lit it and took a puff.

At this time.

Suddenly there was a voice from behind.

"Hey!"

Dasha turned around subconsciously.

In the eyes.

The fly, with its head wrapped in gauze and blood stains on its clothes, came into Dasha's sight.

His face was bruised and swollen, and the gauze he was wrapped in was faintly stained with blood seeping out, staining the gauze red. His half-bent waist made it difficult for him to stand up straight.

He was holding a big black star in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at himself.

"I"

Dumbfounded, his eyes jumped, and he subconsciously reached out for the pistol on his waist.

"Bang!"

The big black star's gun sprayed out tongues of fire, and the bullet hit Dasha's shoulder, and blood mist spattered out.

"Bang!"

Wuying expressionlessly fired another shot. The bullet hit Dasha's thigh, and he fell to his knees directly on the ground.

"Grass!"

Wuying rushed forward and kicked Dasha to the ground, kicked aside the big black star that fell out of his waist, and pointed the gun at his head:

"Shit Hugui, you fucking kidnap me?!"

"Boss, boss!"

Dasha lay on the ground with a painful expression, feeling the cold muzzle on his forehead and pressing the wound on his thigh with his palm:

He kept banging his head on the ground: "Please, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"Shithugui!"

Wu Fei put his finger on the trigger and pulled the trigger without any hesitation: "Did you think about this day when you hit me!"

"I was forced!"

Dasha listened to the voice in his ears and lost his voice again: "If the boss wants me to tie you up, I can't do anything about it. It's not that we want to kill you."

Wuying's gun moved forward again: "You're still so damn stubborn!"

"Boss Cheng cooperates with the Eight-faced Buddha. It was the Eight-faced Buddha who asked us to kill you!"

"What?"

Wuying narrowed his eyes when he heard this.

Eight-faced Buddha.

Isn't this just fucking checking up on his father?

Although Wuying was not involved in the Linkun flour channel matter, he was still aware of the affairs of Miancha.

"explain!"

Wuying was no longer in a hurry to shoot: "What else do you know!"

"No more, no more!"

Dasha shook his head: "That's all. We help him get rid of you, and he gives us a batch of goods. It's that simple."

"very good!"

Wuying glanced at him coldly, lowered the muzzle of his gun, and fired two shots at Dasha's ankle:

"For the sake of your trustworthiness, Brother Fly will spare your life today!"

Without looking at Dasha, he stood up from the ground expressionlessly and walked towards the car on the roadside.

behind.

Dasha looked in pain, struggled and crawled on the ground, picked up the big black star not far away, endured the pain, slowly raised the pistol, and pointed it at the flying fly that left in front.

"Bang bang!"

Wuying suddenly turned around and fired twice.

A bloody hole opened up between Dasha's eyebrows, and he fell directly to the ground. His body twitched and he died.

"Shithugui!"

Wuying put the big black star into his waist and quickened his pace: "Brother Flying, spare your life, you fucking want my life?!"

"Shit on you!"

He opened the car door, got in, drove the car away from here quickly, and then rushed towards Yuanyang.

When I rushed to Yuanyang, I was told that Ji Bu had already taken people to Baisha Bay Pier, and then drove to Baisha Bay without stopping.

By the time he arrived, the battle in Baisha Bay had been declared over, and Tan Cheng's troops stationed here had been cleared.

"Fly."

Ji Bu stood on the outside and looked at Wuying who was staggering towards him: "Not bad, not bad. It seems you have a bad breath."

"Boss."

Wuying didn't have time to say that much, and quickly walked to Ji Bu's side: "That Dasha guy just told me a secret before he died."

"Um?"

Ji Bu raised his eyebrows: "What secret?"

"Tan Cheng is cooperating with the Eight-faced Buddha."

Wuying quickly repeated what he knew: "He said that Tan Cheng only met the Eight-faced Buddha yesterday. So, the Eight-faced Buddha must have arrived in Hong Kong Island by now."

"Well done!"

Ji Bu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad, Wuying, you have made a great contribution this time!"

(End of chapter)