Rebirth in Hong Kong as a hero

Chapter 192 Infinite

Lin Guoping tried his best to resist, but his entire right arm was tightly suppressed, and his body was pinned to the seat, unable to move at all.

In sight.

The young man with white hair raised the corners of his mouth slightly, playing playfully like a cat playing with a mouse, taking his time.

"alright."

Ji Bu leaned lazily on the back of the rear seat and shouted softly: "Aji, stop playing."

Aji heard this and stopped.

"Crack!"

The moment Aji let go, Lin Guoping took out the .38 point from his waist and pointed it at Aji behind him:

"You dare to rob the policeman's car, but it's still in front of the police station. You are so brave!"

"Wow, isn't it? Sir, we have been waiting for you for so long, and you just point your gun at us when you disagree with us. It's very rude."

Ji Bu looked at the muzzle of the .38 gun that was facing him with a smile, stretched out his finger to push the muzzle away:

"You haven't loaded any bullets, just take it."

Talking room.

He took out an envelope from the inner pocket of his coat, opened it, took out the photo inside, and stood in front of Lin Guoping.

The photo is of Lin Guoping and Han Chen when they met.

"..."

Lin Guoping gritted his teeth and looked at the smiling Ji Bu. He didn't put down the gun, but he didn't load the bullet either.

Naturally, he knew Ji Bu and had information about him.

"Let's talk?!"

Ji Bu raised his hand to roll down the window, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Ah Ji lit the fire and came over to help him light the cigarette:

"It's only six-ten now, there's still enough time for you to rush over and attend the dinner."

"call"

Lin Guoping glanced at Ji Bu deeply, then put away the .38, started the car and drove forward half a street before stopping in the shadow of a street light. The car turned off and the lights went out:

"Tell me, what are you doing to me?!"

"If I guess correctly, you are going to work for Han Chen and help him get rid of Lin Kun."

Ji Bu got straight to the point and didn't waste any time: "I'm here because I want to negotiate a deal with you."

Lin Guoping took out a cigarette and smoked it against the car window. He stared at the rearview mirror and looked at the road behind him without saying anything.

"I want you to help us."

Ji Bu talked eloquently and continued: "Han Chen asked you to go over and help him, probably because he wanted you to help kill Lin Kun."

"I hope you don't do this. Instead, at the right time, you shoot Han Chen to death."

"Are you kidding?"

Lin Guoping stretched his left hand out of the car window, raised his hand to shake the cigarette ashes: "If that's the case, you shouldn't waste your time here."

"I'm a police officer, do you understand? I have nothing to say to you bad guys."

"You are Han Chen's undercover agent in the police force. You are helping Han Chen. Didn't you kill one of the five niggas under the Ni family?"

Ji Bu ignored him and continued following his own train of thought: "I know your details very well, so let's avoid the pretense."

Han Chen's undercover.

After hearing this word, Lin Guoping was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, subconsciously reaching out to touch the gun again.

The relationship between him and Han Chen is like the invisible filth in the sewer, which will die if exposed to the light.

But.

Ji Bu's next words gave Lin Guoping another meal.

"Han Chen, you are not the only undercover agent."

Ji Bu continued speaking quickly: "Han Chen has placed several undercover agents in the police force, and you are all under his control."

"You don't know the existence of others, but it doesn't mean that others don't know your existence. The identities of you undercovers are mutually restrictive."

Talking room.

He gestured with his lips to Lin Guoping to look through the information he handed over. The thick photos and information at the back could be said to solidify his relationship with Han Chen.

"Want to get rid of it?"

Ji Bu paused for a moment and looked at Lin Guoping in the rearview mirror: "Let me help you."

Lin Guoping paused in his action of drawing the gun. After thinking for a moment, he released his hand.

"How do you know my details?"

Lin Guoping stopped pretending now. Since Ji Bu dared to come to him so openly, he must have all the evidence.

Simply, he stopped pretending.

"Han Chen and I are rivals. Isn't it normal to know your details?"

Ji Bu looked at him matter-of-factly: "It's not just you. Han Chen has placed a total of four undercover agents in the police force. I know everyone's information clearly. You are not the only one."

"The reason why I came to you is because I found that you are the one who helps Han Chen the most. I think he likes to use you the most, so he will definitely dominate you at the dinner tonight."

"In this case, you still come to me?"

Lin Guoping took a puff of his cigarette expressionlessly and said, neither salty nor cool: "I help Han Chen do things, how can I help you kill Han Chen?!"

"Kill Han Chen and you will be free?"

Ji Bu looked at him matter-of-factly again: "So, how can you say you are helping me? You should be helping yourself."

"joke."

Lin Guoping sneered and said dismissively: "I have a very good relationship with Han Chen, why should I betray him?"

"It seems that you like making puppets very much?"

Ji Bu nodded when he heard this, then patted his trousers and reached for the car door: "I know what you said."

"Then let's talk back. You go and help Han Chen get rid of Lin Kun. I'll go find the reporters and let the media praise your relationship with Han Chen in a 10,000-word chapter."

"No, if I spend more money to cover the entire newspaper, then the entire Hong Kong Island will know that you are helping Han Chen."

"Grass!"

Lin Guoping slapped the steering wheel and became furious: "Are you trying to bully me? Who will believe you if you smear me?"

"Tsk"

Ji Bu was speechless when he heard this, and frowned at Lin Guoping: "You don't seem very smart?! Are you brainless? You were controlled and made stupid by Han Chen?!"

Lin Guoping's face was gloomy.

"You are a police officer, a senior police officer, a dignified Chief Inspector, and I am just an ordinary good citizen of Hong Kong Island. Why don't you think about how I obtained your information?"

"..."

Lin Guoping was stunned when he heard this.

It seems that this is indeed the case. The insider who can help Ji Bu obtain his information must be of a high level.

"Who is Han Chen? The boss of the society. To put it bluntly, he is just a bad boy. But I am different. I am a serious businessman."

"If you cooperate with me, there will be people inside to help you. If you help Han Chen, no one in the police force will help you."

"You just devoted yourself to Han Chen and wanted to climb up the police force? Han Chen can't help you. You can't rely on anyone but yourself."

"Relying on yourself, when will you be able to succeed? What do you rely on? Is it enough to risk your life?"

Lin Guoping pursed his lips. It was obvious that these words made him unable to refute.

"You are paying for helping Han Chen. If you cooperate with me, we will be a win-win situation. Whichever one you choose, even a fool knows how to choose?!"

"You can help me solve Han Chen's problems and get rid of his control, right?!"

"hehe."

Lin Guoping sneered, took a hard puff of the cigarette, and stuck the fingers holding the cigarette out of the window again. The fingers holding the cigarette trembled slightly:

"Do you think I'm a fool? I killed Han Chen, am I still under your control?!"

"wrong."

Ji Bu simply rejected his statement: "Cooperating with Ji Bu has always been a win-win situation, a kind of enjoyment, not control."

"I don't like to control others. Only by letting others do things for me willingly can this situation be maintained forever. Any cooperation that wants to control the other party will definitely not last long."

"..."

Lin Guoping fell silent again.

He had never come into contact with Ji Bu before, and it was his first time meeting him today. He felt that Ji Bu had a very bad mouth.

No.

He should be very good at catching the weakest places in people's hearts.

"Are you studying psychology?"

Lin Guoping licked his lips and stared at Ji Bu in the rearview mirror: "Are you good at talking?"

"hehe."

Ji Bu's eyes met Lin Guoping's in the rearview mirror, and then he smiled and shook his head: "It's not bad."

At this moment.

The lights of the car behind me shine through.

A black car drove towards their position, and when it quickly passed by them, the car suddenly stopped next to Lin Guoping's car.

The back seat window was rolled down.

Ghost Superintendent Abbott was sitting in the back seat and turned to look at Lin Guoping with extremely arrogant eyes.

"Sir."

Lin Guoping naturally knew the ghost guy Aibte. He straightened his back immediately and said hello in a loud voice:

"Good evening."

"Well, Sir Lin, right? I seem to have an impression of you."

Abut just responded with a faint reply, and then his eyes turned to Ji Bu in the back seat.

A smile instantly appeared on his face: "Boss Ji, what a coincidence that you are here too?"

"What a coincidence."

Ji Bu waved his hand: "I'm discussing something with Sir Lin."

"Then you talk."

Abt smiled and nodded, but did not leave: "I heard that the steak in a Western restaurant tastes very good, together?"

"Okay."

Ji Bu nodded and agreed.

"Then I'll wait for you."

Finished.

The car drove forward into a parking space and parked next to it.

"..."

Lin Guoping looked at the car parked in front of him and was speechless for a moment. He felt very clear in his heart.

Is this a chance encounter?

Of course it was not a chance encounter, but one deliberately arranged by Ji Bu.

If nothing else, Superintendent Aibte, the ghost guy, is one of Ji Bu's helpers.

In horror.

He asked almost subconsciously: "How do you know Superintendent Abt?" He immediately regretted the words as soon as he said them.

"Are you surprised to meet a ghost guy?"

Ji Bu looked at him as a matter of course: "How high a person's achievements are, the circle is very important, what do you think?"

"Okay, I'll help you."

Lin Guoping no longer had any reservations and nodded in agreement: "I'll find an opportunity to do it tonight."

"oh?"

Ji Bu was a little surprised by Lin Guoping's straightforwardness, and then nodded: "Then I'll look forward to your performance."

Finished.

Ji Bu opened the door and got out of the car. He walked to the front car, opened the door and got in. The car drove away immediately.

"Oh shit!"

Lin Guoping gritted his teeth, looked at the taillights of the car that gradually disappeared from sight, turned the key and drove towards his destination.

The reason why he agreed so quickly was because Ji Bu's arrival was too coincidental.

Lin Guoping was "explicitly informed" by his superiors at the police station that he had already made the decision to silence Han Chen, but then Ji Bu came out.

As for why he agreed to Ji Bu, there is actually another reason.

After all, I am Han Chen's undercover agent. Although killing Han Chen can show my side to my boss, a new problem arises. I am Han Chen's undercover agent again. After working with Han Chen, can the other party trust me?

Say it again.

The bosses who are higher than me are doing things for others. Will a little guy like me be useful in the future after killing Han Chen?

To take a step back, what if I am silenced?

Little people also have little people's thoughts.

Lin Guoping knew very well that he was caught in the middle at this time, and the most favorable choice at the moment was to agree to Ji Bu.

It doesn't matter to him whether Lin Kun dies or not. Everyone's target is Han Chen anyway, so let's kill Han Chen first.

Lin Kun is not dead. The worst case scenario is that he will tell his superiors that Lin Kun surrendered directly and that he is not suitable to shoot him in public.

Just take it one step at a time, there is no other solution.

Front.

The car drove forward two blocks and then stopped next to the roadside. Ji Bu and Aji got out of the car.

"Thank you, Mr. Abbot."

Ji Bu spoke fluent English and said to Aibte: "It's so late at night that I'm bothering you to go there."

"You are welcome."

Abt waved his hand reservedly: "We are friends. The more friends get around, the better the relationship will be, right?"

Ever since he collected Ji Bu's "local specialties" last time, Abut's impression of Ji Bu has gotten better and better.

I think this young man can do it.

After the car left, Ji Bu walked to the public phone on the roadside and dialed a series of numbers.

·····

Six fifty in the evening.

Kwun Tong.

In the barbecue restaurant facing the street, there were no customers at this time, but there was a homeless man lying on the roadside.

On the shed of the barbecue restaurant, the "Jiawang Food Stall" erected on the door sign is dimly lit.

The exact middle position.

Han Chen sat alone on his seat, folding his hands and fingers together, looking at the people walking on the road in front of him with a smile, as if he was enjoying it.

A car drove over and stopped outside the barbecue stall. Lin Kun, wearing a plaid shirt, got out of the car.

Not far away.

Huang Chusheng, who was sitting in the car with his assistant, looked at Lin Kun who got out of the car and straightened his body.

Not far across from them.

Lin Guoping also sat in the car with his assistant, and his eyes were also focused on Lin Kun.

After Lin Kun got off the car, he stepped across to Han Chen and sat down.

"Long wait."

Lin Kun picked up the cold beer covered with water mist from the glass bottle on the table, opened the bottle cap with a screwdriver, poured a full cup, picked it up and took a sip.

Instead of swallowing the wine, he gargled his mouth and spit it on the ground: "Well, it didn't taste good in my mouth, but it tastes better now."

"Waste, beer is so expensive, it's really a waste to use it to rinse your mouth. Brother Kun, I have a hard time finding money."

Han Chen opened the cigar box placed on the table and took out a cigar: "Brother Kun is still very wealthy."

He sighed, took out the cigar cutter from the box, stuck the cigar in and pressed hard.

"Kacha!"

The sound is crisp and clear, and the cigar is cut neatly.

He held the cigar in his left hand and a lighter in his right hand to burn the cigar, rotating the cigar left and right to evenly heat it.

"Just bring a driver?"

Han Chen looked at Lin Kun: "Brother Kun, can I please ask you? Kwun Tong is my territory. Why don't you come over and bring a few more people?"

"You just bring a driver, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to go back?!"

"It doesn't matter."

Lin Kun spread his hands with an indifferent expression: "If I am about to leave, can you still keep me?"

"You're early, Brother Kun."

Han Chen squinted his eyes and skipped the topic. He raised his hand and tapped the dial of his watch. He looked at Lin Kun with a smile, and faint dimples appeared on his face:

"The time we agreed on was seven o'clock in the evening. It's only six fifty-one now. You arrived nine minutes early. This will make you look a little impatient."

His tone was playful: "You have lost a level of momentum, which will be somewhat detrimental to our subsequent negotiations."

"No, no, no, don't get me wrong!"

Lin Kun shook his head quickly, raised his hand and rubbed his face: "We agreed that seven o'clock would be true, but I came early not because I couldn't hold my breath."

"I came here early to watch the show with you."

"Watching a show?!"

Han Chen paused after hearing this, picked up his cigar, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Oh? What other scenes did you arrange?!"

"Of course."

Lin Kun nodded matter-of-factly and stretched out his hand: "We haven't seen each other for several years, right? We are both old. Look, I rubbed my face carelessly, and my hands were full of oil."

"Look at my hair, it's all white. It's a rare opportunity to sit with Brother Chen today. Just eating is too boring. How can I not do some drama? How boring is that?!"

"oh?"

Han Chen squinted his eyes and looked at Lin Kun, who was smiling playfully across from him: "That's good, I'm curious about what good show Brother Kun has arranged."

"Don't worry, you won't be disappointed."

As he spoke, Lin Kun took out a handful of big black stars from his waist and patted it in front of him. He put his hands on the table and moved his fingers rapidly and rhythmically without saying a word.

"Zi..."

Han Chen squinted and smoked his cigar, first looked at Lin Kun, then at the big black star he placed on the table, and said with a smile:

"What? You carry a gun? We haven't seen each other for a few years, and you are already so big?"

He took a breath, rubbed his chin with his fingers, and showed a thoughtful expression: "But how can we play with just one gun?"

"Playing Russian roulette? That's wrong. Black Star is not a revolver, so you can't play it even if you want to?!"

"hehe."

Lin Kun raised his eyebrows and smiled, licking his slightly dry lips: "Guess?!"

"Not interested."

Han Chen shook his head and leaned against the back of the seat: "It's boring to play riddles at such an old age."

He waved: "Serve!"

soon.

The dishes were served.

"Come in advance and have a seat in advance?"

Han Chen picked up his chopsticks and picked up the freshly roasted roast goose on the plate: "The chef I hired specially came to the barbecue restaurant at night to help us open the oven to roast the roast goose. It is very expensive."

Finished.

He stuffed the middle piece of roast goose into his mouth and chewed it.

Lin Kun didn't move his chopsticks and just looked at Han Chen.

"Depend on."

Han Chen tapped the chopsticks in the air and cursed angrily with a smile: "You are still like that, you like to pretend to be serious."

Time passes quickly.

soon.

At seven o'clock in the evening.

"alright!"

Lin Kun glanced at the hour hand on his watch, pointing to the seven-minute hand, pointing to twelve, and clicked with his finger:

"It's seven o'clock in the evening now. Does this time have any special meaning?!"

"Um?"

Han Chen lowered his head to eat the roast goose. After hearing Lin Kun's words, he couldn't help but raise his head and squinted at Lin Kun who was directly opposite him, without saying anything.

Lin Kun smiled and nodded slightly, looking into each other's eyes.

Their eyes met.

I don't know why, but as he watched, Han Chen suddenly felt an unpleasant feeling in his heart.

"Shall I give you a hint?"

Lin Kun pursed his lips and frowned slightly, showing a recalling expression: "At seven o'clock in the evening, the airport?"

"The plane takes off?!"

"Leaving Hong Kong Island?"

"Fly to Dai?!"

Lin Kun came up with a series of words.

"Whoa!"

Han Chen's eyelids twitched suddenly, and he stopped chewing the roasted goose in his mouth.

His face quickly darkened, and his whole body froze in place as if in trance.

"Crack!"

He threw away the chopsticks in his hand and raised his hand to sweep away, causing the plates on the table in front of him to scatter to the ground.

With his sweeping sweep of his hand, the entire desktop was cleaned instantly.

True Desktop Cleaning Master Chen.

"Telephone!"

Han Chen was no longer as calm as before, and shouted in a sharp and hoarse voice towards Shaqiang standing next to him:

"Telephone, phone me!"

"oh!"

Sha Qiang saw Han Chen, who had been so calm just now, suddenly furious. Then he responded belatedly and hurriedly went to help get the mobile phone and stuffed it into Han Chen's hand.

Han Chen took the phone and dialed a series of numbers quickly. While waiting, he picked up a cigar and put it into his mouth, sucking on it.

His eyes widened and he stared at Lin Kun, the fingers holding the cigar trembled slightly, and he sucked the cigar quickly and anxiously.

The head of the cigar glowed brightly under his rapid sucking.

only.

The phone was not answered.

Hit again.

Still no one answered.

Hit again.

The call was finally answered.

The moment it was connected, the first thing I heard was the noisy scene and the harsh sound of the roaring white car.

"Brother Chenchen!"

The trembling voice of a confidant sounded: "It's not good, Sister MarMary."

Time goes back.

a few minutes ago.

Kowloon Airport.

For safety reasons, Mary, who arrived at the airport early to take the 7 o'clock flight, did not show up when she arrived at the airport. Instead, she waited in the car until the last time to board the plane, and then got off the car.

The car drove to the VIP express boarding lane, Mary opened the door and got out of the car, pulled her suitcase and hurried towards the lane.

suddenly.

There was a rapid roar of the car's engine.

When Mary heard the sound, she had no time to react. She was hit by a car that suddenly appeared and sprinted towards her. She jumped into the air and flew several meters in the air before landing.

only.

The sprinting car did not stop, but rushed forward, crushing Mary hard, and then hit the front railing with the sound of braking, barely stopping.

The driver pushed open the deformed door and got out of the car. He looked back at Mary who was lying in a pool of blood. He showed a horrified expression and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.

The frightened voice of the confidant on the phone was so harsh: "Sister Mary is hopeless, she has been deformed."

"call"

Hearing this result, Han Chen closed his eyes in pain, gasped for air, gritted his teeth and roared, then raised his hand and smashed the mobile phone to the ground.

"The Yan family shovel!"

Han Chen slapped the table and stood up. He reached out and grabbed Lin Kun's collar with both hands and pulled him up. His eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes and he stared at Lin Kun with his eyes wide open:

"Damn it, Lin Kun, how dare you fuck my wife?!"

"hehe."

Lin Kun smiled indifferently, pressed his hands on the table to keep his body balanced, and stood steadily:

"You were the ones who started it."

"You fucked my sister-in-law, and the phone calls came to my wife. I have no reason not to fuck you!"

"You know."

He raised his hand and grabbed Han Chen's hand and pushed it away: "I, Lin Kun, am a very petty person. I will treat others the same way they treat me?!"

"Crack!"

Han Chen had quick eyes and quick hands. He looked at the big black star that Lin Kun had placed on the table beforehand and grabbed it in his hand. He stretched out his hand to grab Lin Kun's neck and put the muzzle of the gun on Lin Kun's head.

His finger was on the trigger and he pulled it without hesitation.

"Kacha!"

The sound of an air plane came.

There are no bullets in the gun.

Not far away.

"Grass!"

Lin Guoping was sitting in the car smoking a cigarette. He was startled when he saw Han Chen suddenly holding a gun.

I had never seen a gun on the table before, and I didn't know who the gun belonged to. I immediately dropped my cigarette, jumped out of the car, and rushed forward:

"Quick, quick, quick!"

It's over.

If Lin Kun died, he would also be in trouble.

opposite.

Huang Chusheng looked at Han Chen who was holding a gun, and then at Lin Guoping who suddenly rushed down with his man, and immediately ran over.

The two groups met, looked at each other, and then rushed to Han Chen and Lin Kun's side.

"Put the gun down!"

Lin Guoping looked excited. He took out the .38 pin from his waist and pointed it at Han Chen: "Police, put down the gun!"

The guys behind him also pointed guns at Han Chen one by one.

"I'm so excited, Achen."

Lin Kun was held hostage by Han Chen, but he didn't panic and said calmly: "How dare you take the gun I put on the table? Don't even think about it, there must be no bullets."

He smacked his tongue and shook his head, sighing: "Impulse makes people lose their minds and become ugly. When you tricked me back then, you said this to me, have you forgotten?!"

"Okay now, the police are here, how do you end it?!"

"Huhu."

Han Chen's eyes were red, his nose was heavy, and he was breathing rapidly as he looked at Lin Kun. His teeth were clenched and the masseter muscles on both sides of his cheeks were obvious.

"Brother Chen."

Lin Kun straightened up and looked at Han Chen: "Remember carefully, your wife Mary flew from Hong Kong Island to Dai. Who else knows about this trip except you? You will definitely not tell me, right?!"

"Then the question is, how did I, Lin Kun, know? Who told me?! Guess again?"

Seeing that Han Chen didn't speak, he continued: "Someone called me to tell me, otherwise I wouldn't know."

"!"

Han Chen's eyelids twitched, and the figure of the boss immediately appeared in his mind.

Is it him?!

He wants to kill me?!

"I don't know who told me."

Lin Kun looked at Han Chen, who had a stunned expression: "But I think the person who told me this news wants you to die."

"Tell me, after all the scheming between us, is there something missing?!"

Talking room.

Lin Kun reached out and took out a bullet from his pocket and handed it to Han Chen. The yellow bullet glowed with a yellow metallic luster under the light.

"I'll give you the bullet."

Lin Kun had a faint smile on his face and turned to look at the police officers standing across the railing:

"Guess, when you are loading bullets, will these policemen shoot you to death?!"

At the railing.

The homeless man lying on the ground moved his body, put his dirty hands into his tattered and loose coat, and put his fingers on the big black star hidden inside.

"snort!"

Han Chen sneered, raised his hand to grab the bullet, pulled it out of the magazine and stuck it inside.

Lin Guoping and Huang Chusheng are both their own people.

Do you want to play borrowed knife to kill?!

Innocent!

"Put the gun down!"

Lin Guoping's voice sounded unexpectedly and loudly: "Han Chen, put down your gun!"

"?!"

Han Chen stiffened when he heard this, and Lin Guoping's voice became so harsh in his ears.

He turned to look at Lin Guoping in disbelief.

"I told you to put down the gun!"

Lin Guoping's finger rested directly on the hammer, making it ready to be fired:

"Put down the gun!"

"you"

Han Chen looked at Lin Guoping in disbelief, and then prepared to push the magazine into the big black star.

"Bang!"

There was a sudden gunshot.

The gunfire of 1:38 resounded in the night sky.

"You're crazy!"

Huang Chusheng took the lead and raised his hand, grabbed Lin Guoping's hand and lifted it up to the sky, causing the shot just now to miss. He shouted at Lin Guoping:

"Are you fucking crazy?!"

final.

Huang Chusheng still didn't attack Han Chen.

Turn around.

He took a step forward: "Han Chen, if you put down the gun now, everything can be saved, right?!"

"Hehehe"

Han Chen burst out laughing and dropped the gun in his hand to the ground. He first looked at Lin Kun, then at Lin Guoping and Huang Chusheng:

"Okay, okay, I didn't expect that Han Chen, my confident plan, would end up being just a clown."

"Since so many people want me to die, then I won't die. Let's wait and see. If you want me to die, then I will keep you awake!"

He raised his hands and walked towards Huang Chusheng: "I surrender, police officer, I surrender!" Then he stared at Lin Guoping:

"Well done to you. I, Han Chen, did not misjudge the person. You did not embarrass me. Even I want to kill you!"

Lin Guoping looked at Han Chen extremely uneasily. He tried to make a move several times but was stared at by Huang Chusheng.

"Sir Huang!"

Han Chen stepped forward and walked towards Huang Chusheng: "Lin Guoping is the same person as you! From now on, you have to be careful!"

Last minute.

After seeing Lin Guoping's rebellion, Han Chen did not hesitate to throw out Huang Chusheng to check and balance Lin Guoping.

"!"

After Huang Chusheng heard Han Chen's words, he couldn't help but subconsciously look at Lin Guoping, who was also looking at him.

The two looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.

"Hahaha"

Han Chen sneered: "I said, since I'm not having a good time, then everyone... ugh."

Just in the middle of what he said, he suddenly stopped.

His whole body froze in place, looking in disbelief at the homeless man who suddenly jumped up from the ground in front of him, covered in dirt.

The tramp held a dagger and inserted it into Han Chen's abdomen, repeating the stabbing action mechanically over and over again.

"Hoo"

Han Chen opened his mouth, lowered his head with difficulty and looked down at his abdomen stained red with blood, and then looked at the homeless man.

"Han Chen!"

The homeless man's voice sounded, saying word by word: "Remember my name, my name is Aman!"

A gust of wind blew by.

The wind picked up the tramp's hair that was covering his face, and his dirty face suddenly reminded Han Chen of something.

"Get him!"

Huang Chusheng woke up as if from a dream, summoned his waiters, rushed forward, threw Ah Man, who was holding a knife with blood on his hands, to the ground, and subdued him with his backhand.

"Plop."

Han Chen's body softened and he fell directly to the ground. The blood in his abdominal cavity seeped out from his body, staining the cement floor dark red.

(End of chapter)