Rebirth in Hong Kong as a hero

Chapter 122 Hammer

"Yang Kou Kou, Yang Kou Kou."

The middle-aged man was sitting on his seat mumbling to himself, the cigarette butt held between his fingers burning, and the lingering smoke spiraling up the cigarette butt.

I don't know what he is thinking...

It'll take a while.

The phone on the table rang again.

"Hello."

The middle-aged man unbuttoned a button of his shirt and tugged on the collar: "I guess you're safe, right?!"

"Um."

The voice of the Eight-faced Buddha rang on the other end of the phone: "It seems that I have underestimated the market situation in Hong Kong Island, or in other words, I have underestimated this boy named Ji Bu."

"Without your reminder, I don't know what mistakes Tan Cheng would have made tonight. Now I understand a little bit why your progress is not going well."

The Eight-faced Buddha's voice was hoarse, with a hint of smile in his tone: "You have to deal with this Ji Bu issue again."

"snort."

The young and middle-aged man snorted and lit up a cigarette again: "I have already advised you not to come here in a hurry, but you didn't listen."

"It's okay now. If I hadn't received the news in advance last night and notified you in advance, you would have jumped on the street!"

"."

The Eight-faced Buddha listened to the middle-aged man on the phone complaining and said nothing.

During his current trip to Hong Kong Island, the middle-aged man had already advised him that the current Eight-faced Buddha is not suitable for Hong Kong Island.

but.

The Eight-faced Buddha, who was eager to take revenge for his son Miancha, did not listen to the middle-aged advice.

After he inquired about the situation, his first stop when he came to Hong Kong Island was to contact Tan Cheng for cooperation. He originally wanted Tan Cheng to be his gun and make a quick decision.

The reality was far beyond his expectation. Just one Ji Bu interrupted his plan and almost included himself in it.

"So be it."

The middle-aged man thought about it and said again: "You should go back to northern Myanmar first, to Hong Kong Island. After I have settled all the things here, you can find a suitable opportunity to join the game."

"This Ji Bu is a bit evil. I'm investigating him. I need a little more time."

"Do you need a little more time?"

When the Eight-faced Buddha heard that the middle-aged man asked him to return to northern Myanmar, he frowned and said in an unhappy tone:

"What I lack most now is time!"

"Do you know that the raw materials from the general in northern Myanmar will be harvested soon? If I don't deal with Lin Kun before then, all my business in northern Myanmar will be paralyzed!"

His tone was a little heavier: "Also, how long has it been since my son Miancha's accident? I am only such a son, and I can't bear it for a moment if Lin Kun kills him!"

"He needs to pay!"

The conversation between the two became tense.

"so what?!"

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and asked directly: "So what did you do?"

"I told you not to come over now, but you didn't believe it. You came, and then what? If it weren't for me, you would have been on the street today, and you would have been in Lin Kun's hands!"

"Go back!"

"no!"

The Eight-faced Buddha said in a gloomy tone: "You have to help me get rid of them. What I lack most now is time. I can't go back!"

"You help me get rid of Jibu, it's that simple."

The Eight-faced Buddha remained unmoved and spoke firmly.

"I let you go!"

"I won't leave."

"Let's go!"

The middle-aged man slapped his hand on the table: "Then just wait for death. In Hong Kong Island, if you don't have your power, you will be killed by Lin Kun in minutes!"

"I don't have time anymore."

The Eight-faced Buddha shook his head and said firmly: "I can't leave."

"I don't care."

After hearing this, the middle-aged man immediately spread his hands and lost interest in continuing the conversation: "Since you don't want to go back, then don't go back."

"Something happened, let's go our separate ways."

"hehe."

The Eight-faced Buddha said with a hoarse voice and a deep smile: "Everyone goes his own way? Don't forget how much benefits you received from me."

"If something goes wrong with me, think about it yourself?!"

"You, help me get rid of Ji Bu, it's that simple!"

His tone was full of no doubt and no refusal, very tough, and quite tense.

"Eight-faced Buddha!"

The middle-aged man's tone dropped: "Are you threatening me?"

The Eight-faced Buddha smiled faintly: "How dare I."

"The Yan family shovel!"

The middle-aged man completely lost his patience: "You have to understand one thing: we only cooperate with you because we think highly of you, and you are not the only one who can cooperate with us!"

"If you insist on persisting, then I will have to find someone else to cooperate with you."

He paused, tapped his fingertips hard on the table, and spoke sharply:

"I am white and you are black. On this territory of Hong Kong Island, your little Eight-faced Buddha in northern Myanmar is nothing! I can kick you out at any time!"

"Hong Kong Island is our world!"

So far.

Both sides fell silent.

No one spoke anymore.

a long time.

After the Eight-faced Buddha's expression changed several times, he then relaxed and said, "Then according to your wishes, how long should I wait?!"

"How long?"

When the middle-aged man saw the Eight-faced Buddha, he changed his tune and softened his tone a bit: "I have my own plans, so you don't need to worry about me."

"I decided to change my strategy. This time I decided to directly attack Lin Kun's business and eliminate Lin Kun directly from the front."

"good!"

When the Eight-faced Buddha heard this, his brows widened: "Then I will go back to northern Myanmar first and wait for your good news."

If the middle-aged man is willing to take action, it will save him a lot of trouble.

The call between the two parties ends here.

After hanging up the phone.

The middle-aged man pinched his eyebrows first, and then shouted outside: "Go and call Inspector Liao from the customs."

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afternoon.

Ji Bu climbed up from the sofa and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

He rubbed his face, picked up the cigarette on the table and lit it for himself, recalling again what Yang Koko told him this morning and everything that happened last night.

Think about it.

Ji Bu still picked up the phone and called Miao Zhihua, asking about what happened last night. Miao Zhihua expressed ignorance about it.

There is a high probability that the Saigon Police Station had an informant who was a rogue police officer and leaked the information, which led to the failure of the mission.

"But we don't have to worry too much."

Miao Zhihua thought about it and comforted Ji Bu: "Although I couldn't catch the Eight-faced Buddha last night, he must have been frightened and ran away."

"In a short period of time, the Eight-faced Buddha will definitely not dare to set foot on Hong Kong Island again. The next thing you have to do is to get more information about Lin Kun."

He had a clear mind and began to make arrangements for Ji Bu: "I think it's time for us to speed up the progress now. So many things have happened, because Lin Kun has no doubts about you anymore..."

"As far as the police are concerned, your identity is also innocent. You don't have to worry about these police officers. There is nothing the rogue police can do against you."

"OK."

Ji Bu nodded when he heard this, but didn't say anything more.

"That's okay."

Miao Zhihua nodded: "Is there anything else you want to tell me? As long as you don't know, you can tell me."

"The case has reached a critical moment. We cannot make any more mistakes and must be cautious."

"Um."

Ji Bu took a puff of his cigarette and nodded: "No more."

"That's okay."

Miao Zhihua chuckled, cleared his throat and said, "Let's try to finish this case as soon as possible and restore our identity."

"Speaking of which, you are now a grown man. It's time to date and find a girlfriend. How about you? Have you met a beautiful girl that you like?!"

"If you find a beautiful girl you like, train her well, and once your identity is restored, date her and get married, hahaha."

Miao Zhihua's cheerful voice sounded on the other end of the phone.

"Hahaha"

Ji Bu also laughed when he heard this: "Of course you can. You don't know how dangerous it is to be an undercover agent next to Lin Kun. How can you have time to find a pretty girl?"

"good."

Miao Zhihua bared his teeth and smiled: "As long as you know what's going on, be careful."

The two exchanged simple greetings for a few more words before hanging up the phone.

"call"

Ji Bu hung up the phone, sat in his seat and thought thoughtfully, then put out the cigarette in his hand, rubbed his face and got into the bathroom.

I simply took a shower and put on clean clothes.

I went downstairs to have lunch, and then drove to Ocean Accounting Company.

"Brother Kun."

Ji Bu walked into the office and greeted Lin Kun, who was sitting in his seat drinking coffee and reading a newspaper: "Why, you seem to be in a good mood. What's the matter?"

"Last night's news."

When Lin Kun saw Ji Bu walking in, he put down the newspaper in his hand: "Not bad, good, good job. So many things were solved in one night."

"You are quite capable. How can you handle a character like Tan Cheng?"

He was in a good mood and joked: "The Sai Kung Police Station has to give you a Hong Kong Island Good Citizen banner."

Lin Kun had no idea what happened at night, and no one bothered him late at night. He didn't know until this morning that someone reported it to him.

By the time he knew it, everything had been resolved.

Lin Kun was very satisfied.

Talents like Ji Bu are the talents he really needs.

"Hahaha"

Ji Bu raised his head and laughed, pulled out a stool opposite Lin Kun and sat down: "It's just a small setback, it's over."

He sighed: "But it's still a pity. After all, I missed a few links and let the Eight-faced Buddha escape."

"Otherwise, when you wake up this morning, the Eight-faced Buddha has been tied in front of you and is waiting for Brother Kun to take action."

"hehe."

Lin Kunman waved his hand indifferently: "I am very satisfied with the current situation. The Eight-faced Buddha will definitely not dare to show up on Hong Kong Island in the short term."

"Let's take advantage of this period of time to sort out all the business at hand, set the market tone for this area as soon as possible, and then wait to solve the Eight-faced Buddha."

Speaking of which.

He paused for a moment: "By the way, just do this. Go to the "kitchen" to get some "dishes" and bring them to the "feet" down there. It's not much, it's ten dollars."

"Now?"

Ji Bu couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this: "It's broad daylight. I go to the "kitchen" to get "dishes"? Isn't it unsafe?"

"Fool."

Lin Kun took out a box of cigarettes from the drawer and threw it to Ji Bu: "Who told you that the goods can only be shipped at night?"

"It's actually safer during the day, do you understand?"

"Too."

Ji Bu put the cigarette in his pocket: "Okay, I'll go over now."

"I've already said hello to Lai Zhong, and the US dollars are ready. Just go over there."

Lin Kun waved his hand and glanced at Ji Bu who was leaving: "You brat, pay attention to your safety and don't drive your own car."

"Um."

Ji Bu made an OK gesture without looking back.

After leaving the company gate, he looked at the taxi parked in front of the company, walked over, opened the door, sat down in the back seat, and reported his address:

"Kwun Tong Cheung Fai Industrial Building."

"oh?"

The driver was sitting in the driver's seat eating a lunch box. After hearing Ji Bu's words, he closed the lunch box and started the car while chewing:

"So far? Hahaha. It seems that I have chosen the right place to eat my lunch. I can sit tight."

He stepped on the accelerator and the car drove off.

The taxi quickly shuttled on the road and headed towards its destination. Ji Bu sat in the back seat and looked at the scenery outside the window.

Suddenly he looked up.

I happened to see the taxi driver looking at me in the rearview mirror, and then left.

"master."

Ji Bunu gestured to the road sign in front of him: "Did you drive on the wrong road? This is not going that way. You should take the left road."

"The road on the left?"

The taxi driver heard this and looked at the road sign: "Really? I remember it wasn't right?"

"ah"

Ji Bu responded, but didn't say anything more. He just raised his hand and looked at his watch: "How long have you been driving, master?"

"It's been a while."

The driver replied with a smile: "It's been four or five years and I don't have any skills. I can only make ends meet by driving."

"good."

Ji Bu nodded and stopped talking.

More than half an hour later.

"Beautiful boy."

The taxi driver stopped the car on the side of the road: "We've arrived."

"good."

Ji Bu took out the fare and gave it to him. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to the driver: "Have a cigarette, thank you."

"good."

The driver looked at the cigarettes handed over by Ji Bu and was not polite: "Pretty boy, you are quite interesting. I have been driving for so many years, and there are very few people who hand out cigarettes to us, especially a handsome boy like you.

."

"Ha ha."

Ji Bu handed the cigarette to him and touched it with his palm: "You're welcome. I came over in a hurry to do something. It's your fault for the hard work."

"well."

The driver smiled and nodded, put the cigarette in his ear, picked up the lunch box placed aside, and continued eating: "Next time if you take my car again, I'll give you a cigarette."

"OK."

Finished.

Ji Bu turned around and left, diving into Changhui Industrial Building.

behind.

The taxi driver took the lunch box and put it in his mouth, staring at Ji Bu who disappeared from his sight, and then picked up the intercom:

"Everyone is in place? The target has already entered. He is wearing a white short T-shirt, a light-colored striped shirt, and black jeans."

"Received, received!"

"Received Sir Liao!"

A response came immediately from the intercom.

"We were looking for him here at Changhui Industrial Building before, but we didn't expect this guy to come here. I'm sure they are the same family."

Sir Liao ordered while munching on his lunch box: "After you find this kid, keep an eye on him. There must be something wrong with him."

He took a few bites of the lunch box and threw it out of the car window. He touched Ji Bufa's cigarette pinned to his ear, wiped his greasy mouth and lit:

"The street boy, you are so good at selling fans, you can fucking pretend."

Cheung Fai Industrial Building.

There are many companies in this area and the flow of people is also good.

Ji Bu shuttled between the crowds in a hurry, quickly recalling the taxi driver just now in his mind. He had a sense of investigation and counter-reconnaissance, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

When they were in the car, the driver was still peeking at him in the rearview mirror. Ji Bu noticed something was wrong at that time and casually said that he was going the wrong way.

The driver's tone immediately became uncertain. If he was really an experienced taxi driver, it would make no sense that he didn't know the roads at all. He was completely different from the experienced taxi driver he described as having been driving for five or six years.

This reminded him of the time he took a taxi.

The location of Ocean Finance Company is not far from the wealthy area, and there are usually no taxis stopping at the door.

It's usually very difficult to take a taxi, but what a coincidence today, I happened to meet a driver eating a lunch box when I came out?

so.

Ji Bu persisted in his inner doubts, so when he got off the bus, he deliberately handed the driver a cigarette.

When giving him the cigarette, Ji Bu touched his hand intentionally and immediately felt the thick calluses on his mouth.

This is a pair of hands that touches guns all year round.

Ji Bu walked calmly and calmly towards the industrial building. He deliberately slowed down his pace. As he walked, he realized something was wrong.

Sure enough, someone was following me behind.

Ji Bu didn't panic, took out the cigarette in his pocket, lit it for himself, and walked leisurely in circles among the crowd.

The building of Cheung Fai Industrial Building is arranged in a bow shape and is divided into several areas. Each floor has house numbers one after another, which is very complicated.

At the beginning.

Ji Bu also led them in circles. After smoking a cigarette, Ji Bu lost his patience. After a few circles around the building with the tails behind him, he suddenly accelerated into the fire escape and disappeared.

After Ji Bu disappeared around the corner for several seconds, the tails followed him to the place where he disappeared. Everyone looked at me and I saw that you were confused.

"Sir Liao, I've lost track of you."

"That street boy seems to have discovered us!"

"Lost?!"

Liao Zhenhua slapped the steering wheel: "Xianjia Tuan, there are so many people and no one has followed. Are you lost?"

He gritted his teeth and said, "Look, search one by one, and find this kid for me!"

In the corridor.

After Ji Bu walked out of the fire escape, he wandered around the floor aimlessly, followed by his tail. He definitely couldn't go to the kitchen to get food.

so.

After wandering around for a few times, he walked downstairs.

Exit.

Liao Zhenhua and several of his men were discussing what to do next. At first glance, he saw Ji Bu coming out over there.

Now.

He waved his hand, and several people immediately quickly surrounded Ji Bu.

Ji Bu naturally saw them, but he ignored them and continued walking forward steadily, just in time to test and see which department these people belonged to.

soon.

Several people surrounded Ji Bu.

"Yo."

Ji Bu looked at the leader, Liao Zhenhua: "Master, are we meeting again so soon? Let's go, I just want to go back, so you can take me back."

"snort."

Liao Zhenhua sneered and took out his ID card: "Customs Inspector Liao Zhenhua, I suspect you are carrying a foursome and I want to search you."

On the certificate, it is the level of inspector.

"customs?"

Ji Bu raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He didn't expect the other party to reveal his identity so straightforwardly: "Customs inspector? Why are you looking for me?"

"search!"

Liao Zhenhua ignored Ji Bu at all and directed his men to arrest him. He snatched the bag from Ji Bu's hand and dumped it out.

There were two cans of yogurt in the bag, which were ice-cold, and there were still drops of water on the outer packaging.

"Sir Liao, no."

The boy emptied the bag and found nothing, so he had to raise the yogurt in his hand:

"There are just two boxes of yogurt in here, unopened."

"Bring the people over!"

Liao Zhenhua gave instructions with twinkling eyes, calling on the waiter to drag Ji Bu, who was pressed on the ground, to the less crowded alley over there.

Ji Bu narrowed his eyes, pushed the man who was pressing his shoulders hard and stood up from the ground: "What do you want to do!"

"snort."

Liao Zhenhua reached out directly to his lower back, took out the point thirty-eight and pointed it at Ji Bu's head, saying neatly: "Street boy, I asked you to go over there!"

"Grass!"

Ji Bu gritted his teeth. You didn't expect that Liao Zhenhua would be so decisive. He looked at the point 38 pointed at him and said, "I won't go!"

He looked at Liao Zhenhua with cold eyes, stretched out his hand and nodded his head: "I advise you, it is best not to point a gun at my head!"

"Damn boy!"

Liao Zhenhua stared at Ji Bu with wide eyes: "Are you threatening me? I'm telling you to go over there right now!"

At this time.

A man walked out of the alley, it was Song Zijie.

Song Zijie saw several people at a glance, and also saw Ji Bu. Ji Bu immediately greeted him and motioned for him to come over.

"Jibu?!"

Song Zijie walked up to a few people, glanced at the .38 in Liao Zhenhua's hand, and then took out his ID:

"Inspector Song Zijie of Saigon Police Station."

Liao Zhenhua snorted lightly and took out his ID: "Customs Inspector Liao Zhenhua." He looked Song Zijie up and down quickly:

"What? Sir Song is very familiar with this kid? Let me tell you, he is now suspected of drug trafficking, arrest, and assaulting a police officer."

"oh?"

Song Zijie couldn't help but frowned when he heard this and looked at Ji Bu.

"Do you believe it?"

Ji Bu looked at Song Zijie: "Don't forget that case."

"Sir Liao."

Song Zijie thought about it briefly and already made a decision: "You said he was suspected of drug trafficking, do you have any evidence?!"

"I don't."

Liao Zhenhua denied it at first, and then said firmly: "This kid is lost." He grabbed Ji Bu's collar, pushed the muzzle of the gun forward, and put it on his head:

"Tell me, where did you hide those four guys?"

As for Liao Zhenhua's waiters, they stood on the side without speaking, each with their heads lowered or looking into the distance.

"No."

Ji Bu stared at Liao Zhenhua coldly: "I asked you to let go!"

"alright!"

Song Zijie stepped forward and reached out to grab Liao Zhenhua's hand: "In my opinion, you have no evidence. What matters when arresting someone is evidence."

"Grass!"

Liao Zhenhua's eyes widened, he pushed Song Zijie away with his backhand, reached out and grabbed his collar, and lowered his voice and growled:

"Song Zijie, is this your first fucking day on the job?"

"He is a white powder seller. Do you believe what this bad guy says? I'm sure he came here today to get the goods."

"Their warehouse is definitely hidden in this building."

"Arrest people and tell them evidence!"

Song Zijie looked at Liao Zhenhua coldly, his eyes sharp under his three-quarter hair style:

"If you don't have evidence, don't arrest him. He is my informant. I have a case and I want him to cooperate with me in providing clues. You have no right to arrest him!"

"Grass!"

Liao Zhenhua clenched his teeth and roared with rapid breathing: "Song Zijie, I think you have lost your fucking head!"

"What are you doing to protect this bastard? Drag him to find the warehouse and you will get the credit. If you are an errand and don't think about catching big fish, how will you get the credit and get promoted!"

"Sir Liao!"

Song Zijie also lost his patience, pushed Liao Zhenhua away with his backhand, reached out and took out the .38 pinned to his waist:

"I asked you to let him go! Who are you trying to pull without evidence?!"

For a while.

The atmosphere in the scene became tense and tense.

"Grass!"

Ji Bu pushed away the police officer who was grabbing him with his backhand, tugged at the hem of his clothes and said, "Just wait for the complaint." After that, he stepped outside.

around.

Liao Zhenhua, who had been silent at first, suddenly picked up a wooden board from the ground and slapped Ji Bu directly on the head.

"Bang."

The wooden board shattered with a sound.

Ji Bu froze for a moment, feeling the pain on his head, then turned around numbly and stared at Liao Zhenhua expressionlessly.

Liao Zhenhua held the broken half of the board in his hand. He noticed Ji Bu's cold expression, his heart trembled inexplicably, and he took a step back:

"Bad boy, what do you want to do?! I'm bad! What do you want to do?!"

"You hit me?!"

Ji Bu stared at him: "You fucking dare to hit me?!"

but.

Ji Bu didn't make any extra moves. He glanced at Liao Zhenhua with a gloomy look: "I want to leave now. If you are brave enough, pull me away now!"

Finished.

He strode away with a sullen face.

"Grass!"

Liao Zhenhua looked at Ji Bu who was leaving with a gloomy face. After all, no one was chasing him. With Song Zijie here, it was impossible to force him to do so.

"Song Zijie, you have the guts!"

He gritted his teeth and stared at Song Zijie: "Saigon Police Station, inspector, right? Just wait, kid!"

Finished.

He waved and left directly with his men.

The other side.

Ji Bu came outside with a livid face, lit a cigarette and got into the phone booth. The call was quickly connected and the sound of a fly was heard.

"Fly, it's me."

Ji Bu spoke without any emotion and said without any fluctuation in tone: "There is an inspector named Liao Zhenhua in the customs department."

"Tonight, this Inspector Liao Zhenhua must appear in front of me!"

"ah?"

Listening to Ji Bu's words, Wuying didn't react for a moment: "No, boss, why did you suddenly get involved with the inspector? What happened?"

"They are all police officers, if we are..."

"Grass!"

Ji Bu directly interrupted Wuying: "Just tell me if you can do it? Send someone, what's wrong with sending someone?!"

"If you can't do it, tell me!"

"good!"

Wuying noticed Ji Bu's tone. This was the first time he saw Ji Bu so angry. He trembled and said bravely:

"Don't worry, boss, I'll do it right away!"

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At night.

8pm.

Liao Zhenhua finished get off work, lowered his head and took out the key to the door, climbed upstairs, came to the door of his room, and inserted the key.

Suddenly.

Someone strangled his neck from behind. Immediately afterwards, there was a sharp pain in his waist. The sharp dagger had pierced his skin, and blood fell to the ground.

"Don't move!"

An extremely cold voice came from my ears: "If you don't want to die, just don't make a sound and follow me!"

"Don't be impulsive!"

Liao Zhenhua noticed the severe pain in his waist and honestly raised his hands: "Brother, don't be impulsive."

While he was speaking, he tried to turn his head to see who was behind him, but all he could see was a head of white hair. Then he received a heavy elbow from the other party, causing severe pain in his head and he fainted.

When he wakes up again.

The salty and wet sea breeze blew on his body, making him shiver.

Liao Zhenhua blinked his eyes, first looking at the endless sea, and then Aji, who was dressed in white.

White hair, white clothes, white pants.

beside.

Several people were surrounding a bucket truck. Some were responsible for stirring with shovels, while others were responsible for pouring gravel and cement into it.

On the edge.

There is a dark oil drum.

Further to the edge.

Ji Bu was sitting on a stone smoking a cigarette, looking at him expressionlessly.

On the sea.

The sea breeze blew by, picking up his hair and blowing away the smoke he exhaled.

"you"

Liao Zhenhua trembled and subconsciously stepped back, but was stepped on by Ah Ji, unable to move.

"call"

Ji Bu blew out a puff of smoke, bit the cigarette butt, picked up the hammer beside him, stood up, and walked towards Liao Zhenhua.

"What do you want to do!"

Liao Zhenhua's forehead was sweating, his body was shaking, and he was trembling as he spoke: "Don't mess around, I'm the inspector, something happened to me."

"Grass!"

Ji Bu raised his foot and kicked him on the head: "You still fucking want to frame me?! Did I fucking tell you today not to point a gun at my head?"

"..."

Liao Zhenhua shook his head and did not dare to speak.

"ah?"

Ji Bu stared at him with wide eyes and growled: "Fuck you, answer me loudly!"

"Tell me about it!"

"so what?"

Ji Bu bent over and knelt down in front of him: "So what did you do? You still hit me on the head with a wooden board?!"

"Cao Ni Ma, you fucking think I'm joking with you?!"

"No, no!"

Liao Zhenhua shook his head desperately, big beads of sweat falling from his forehead.

"Hold his hands!"

Following Ji Bu's roar, Ah Ji pushed hard, pulled out Liao Zhenhua's arm, pressed it on the rocks, and stepped on it with his feet.

Ji Bu picked up the hammer in his hand and weighed it a few times. Then he grasped the wooden handle, swung it hard, and hit the iron hammer head hard.

"Kacha!"

A tragic scream suddenly sounded on the beach.

(End of chapter)