Rebirth in Hong Kong as a hero

Chapter 210 Ksitigarbha’s Thunder Method

"Tsk, I'm crazy again."

The prison guard looked at Ksitigarbha outside through the iron gate of the prison. He smiled and shook his head: "My hands are crippled and I am crazy. It is quite miserable, but I deserve what I get."

His voice was neither loud nor quiet, but it reached Jizo's ears.

"Um?!"

Jizo suddenly turned around, with the smile still on his face, but his eyes widened, staring at the prison guard:

"You have such a sense of justice?!"

"..."

The prison guard looked at Jizo's expression, and under his oppressive eyes, he stepped back unconsciously, and then pretended to be calm:

"What are you looking at? Do you want to continue to be imprisoned? If you want to continue to be imprisoned, just tell me and I will help you!"

Finished.

He also picked up the baton in his hand and waved it towards Jizo.

"Oh!"

Jizo sneered and glanced at the prison guard again.

At this moment.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly there was a roar of cars on the highway.

Not long after.

A convoy of luxury cars with double flashes drove up to the prison gate, and everyone in the cars opened the doors in unison.

One by one, they stood leaning against the car door, with their hands behind their backs, bowed their heads to Jizo who was standing at the prison gate, and shouted in unison:

"Hello, Brother Ksitigarbha!"

The voice is loud and clear, speaking in unison, full of momentum, and full of scene.

Seeing this scene, the prison guard stepped back again, widening the distance between himself and Ksitigarbha, as if this kid could pull him out through the iron door.

"Boss!"

Aqiang jumped out of the car and came to Ksitigarbha, with a respectful tone and a low voice:

"I finally waited until you came out."

Aqiang is Ksitigarbha's absolute confidant.

Earlier years.

Aqiang was just a bad guy who was in debt and was being hunted down. He was rescued by Ksitigarbha and helped him pay off his debt and put an end to the matter.

so.

Since then, Aqiang has followed Ksitigarbha and is absolutely loyal to the man who saved his life.

Ever since Ksitigarbha was involved in the incident, Aqiang had consolidated his territory a bit, and his business had also shrunk a lot.

He took over the slaughterhouse that Ji Zang used to run, and then used Taoist methods to eliminate his competitors. The scale of the raw pork business expanded and he was able to secure a position.

With the slaughterhouse as a cover, he secretly started other businesses and accumulated a lot of capital in the past few years.

Aqiang stretched out his hand and pointed behind him: "Boss, look!"

Said.

He turned sideways to make room, and pointed at the long motorcade behind him as if asking for credit:

"These are all the handsome guys I have gathered over the years. We are all waiting for the boss to come out and lead us!"

"Um."

Ksitigarbha raised his hand and patted Aqiang on the shoulder, glanced at the fleet of luxury cars flashing behind him, and said with a smile:

"You did a good job, you didn't disappoint me."

"My life was saved by the boss."

Aqiang looked at Ji Zang seriously, patted his chest and said, "I've been waiting for the boss to come back."

"very good."

Ji Zang smiled and nodded, then opened the car door and went in at A Qiang's signal.

Before getting in the car.

Ksitigarbha paused for a moment and took a deep look at the prison guard who was so arrogant with him just now.

then.

He stepped into the car and said a few words casually to Aqiang who was following him.

Everyone got on the bus in unison, and after a series of door closing sounds, the motorcade quickly left here with double flashes.

6pm.

The prison guard arrived at the appointed time to finish his work. After handing over the work at hand to the prison guard who came to take over, he went to the locker room and changed into his own clothes.

"Fight on the street!"

The prison guard muttered something, picked up his coat and walked outside: "Oh, I really don't know how long I will have to grind."

Deep down, the prison guards were very unhappy with their job.

Put it nicely.

I am a prison guard, a prestigious job, and occasionally I encounter unpleasant things, and I can vent my anger on the bad guys in the prison.

It's a bit harsh to say.

He is also in prison.

It's just that these bad guys are in prison inside the prison cell, and I am watching them from outside the prison cell, and they are also in prison.

The meaning is the same.

"There should be the death penalty."

Before getting into the car, the prison guard did not forget to look back and said: "We should kill all these bad guys, so that there will be peace."

I drove away from the prison gate and drove less than two kilometers ahead. There was a truck parked on the road in front of me, blocking the driveway.

"I'll beat your lungs out!"

The prison guard sat in the car and held the steering wheel, looking at the time on his watch impatiently.

I have to go on a date today, and after waiting for a while, the truck in front of me showed no intention of leaving.

He honked the horn impatiently to express his urging. The truck driver got out from the front of the truck, walked to the car with a smiling face and knocked on the window.

"Go to the street!"

The prison guard rolled down the car window impatiently and yelled: "Do you know my time is precious? Move the car away, why are you still standing here?"

The prison guard, who was used to showing off his power to the prisoners in prison, had the same tyrannical tone as always.

He didn't realize it and thought too much about it. In a remote place like the prison, there were only a few cars, so why would a truck break down here?

"Okay, okay!"

The truck driver kept smiling. Before the prison guard could roll up the window, he suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar.

The driver's strong right hand caught the prison guard's neck and pulled him, and his head banged against the car door.

"Fight on the street!"

The prison guard's physical fitness was not bad, but when the incident happened suddenly, he had no time to resist. He was grabbed by the driver and hit against the suspension of the car window, making him dizzy.

A sharp pain hit my temple, and I was stunned for a moment. The driver unlocked the car door from the outside, pulled me out, and pushed me down on the hood of the car.

At this time.

The truck driver's accomplice came up.

"Lay his hands!"

The accomplice pulled out a sharp kitchen knife and asked the driver to hold down the prison guard and hold down the prison guard's left hand.

He raised the knife and dropped it.

The kitchen knife's blade curled up, and the end cut into the hood of the car.

As the prison guard screamed, his fingers were chopped off and severed horizontally, and blood flowed down the hood.

The two of them let go of the prison guard, walked up to the truck without looking back, climbed into the driver's and passenger's seats, and drove away.

Before leaving.

"Be more careful next time!"

The man threw an ice bag from the passenger side and hit the prison guard, leaving a sentence:

"It's not too late to go to the hospital now!"

"The Yan family shovel!"

The prison guard looked pale, covering his left hand and huddled beside the wheel, looking at the truck going away, and shook the big beads of sweat on his forehead.

He endured the severe pain, picked up the ice pack, put it on the hood, and put his two severed fingers in it.

The prison guard staggered into the driver's seat, threw the ice pack with his finger on the seat, trembling body, simply bandaged his left hand with his shirt, and drove the car quickly towards the hospital.

"The Yan family shovel!"

The prison guard was driving his car, looking at the traffic jam in front of him and honking his horn crazily. His whole mind was out of control, and he roared loudly to vent his anger:

"If I don't kill you, I'll take your fucking last name!"

More than ten minutes later.

The prison guard had just driven to the hospital and came down with an ice pack. Unexpectedly, a colleague had already rushed to the scene and accompanied him in:

"We came here after receiving the news. The person who chopped off your fingers has surrendered. He said he got angry because you had a dispute with him."

The prison guard no longer listened to what my colleague said later.

"ah!"

His facial features twisted together and he roared loudly. He didn't know whether it was pain or regret.

Needless to say.

The person who cut off his fingers must be the Jizo who was released from prison during the day.

I was also a bitch and said too much, but I didn't expect that Ksitigarbha could be so vicious and directly arranged for someone to chop off my hand.

They have already prepared a complete set of evidence, what else can I do? There is nothing I can do.

Saigon suburbs.

Slaughterhouse.

"Boss."

Aqiang took the fur coat brought by his men and put it on Jizo who was stepping forward:

"Well, this is the current size of our slaughterhouse, which has at least tripled compared to before!"

One afternoon.

He took Ksitigarbha around his territory, inspected it, and introduced the Ksitigarbha who had been in prison for several years to his subordinates.

From now on, our big boss Ksitigarbha is back.

“Not bad, not bad.”

Ji Zang glanced at the cold storage. The slaughtered pigs hanging on the shelves looked white:

"Thank you for your hard work these past few years."

"In addition to the expansion of the territory, I also prepared a gift for you."

Aqiang led Ji Zang all the way down, stepped up the stairs to the bottom, reached out and lifted the curtain. On the table in front of him, a young man wearing only underpants was tied up. When he saw several people coming down, he struggled even more violently.

There was also a young woman tied to the stool next to her.

She is the woman she was before Jizo was imprisoned.

"Boss!"

Aqiang glanced at Ji Zang, who was expressionless, and then explained: "You went in with just two people, and she was hooked up by a man outside. I didn't arrest her until you were about to come out. What do you think we should do?"

"It's useless."

Ksitigarbha waved his hand and said something calmly. Without even looking at it, he turned around and went up without even thinking about it.

"..."

Aqiang was a little disappointed. He originally wanted to vent his anger on the boss, but he didn't expect that Ji Zang didn't care at all.

"Ah Qiang."

Ksitigarbha turned around and came out of the cold storage, shook off the fur on his shoulders, seemed to notice Aqiang's loss, and praised him:

"You are interested."

"Eh."

Aqiang nodded, finally feeling a little better, knowing that what he had done was recognized by the boss.

In the hall.

On the altar in front of the altar, the stone statue of Guan Gong is holding a moon knife and enjoying the fragrance of incense on the table.

"Aqiang."

Ksitigarbha took the three sticks of incense handed over by Ma Zai, bowed to the stone statue of Guan Gong, and inserted the incense into the incense burner:

"When I came out this time, I didn't have anything else to do. My only thought was to find Lin Kun and get back what I lost back then."

He stared at the stone statue of Guan Gong in front of him. His left hand hung naturally by his side. The three missing fingers looked empty.

"Bang!"

Ksitigarbha suddenly took action, grabbed the stick nearby and swung it at Guan Gong's left hand. The porcelain Guan Gong's left hand was instantly mutilated.

"Um!"

Aqiang's expression froze, then nodded and said: "Don't worry, I will do my best to help the boss complete this matter."

Don't know why.

He always felt that Ksitigarbha who came out of prison was a little more violent than usual, and his character was more difficult to understand.

but.

This has nothing to do with him.

night.

Aqiang specially prepared a banquet and took a group of his key members to accompany Ksitigarbha to eat and drink, and to help him cleanse himself from the wind and dust.

At the dinner party.

Ksitigarbha had been drinking a lot, and his face, which was already dark and flushed from the alcohol, looked even weirder.

After eating.

Aqiang originally arranged for the service of a dragon with a big sword. Brother Ksitigarbha was locked up inside, so it was time to get rid of the smell if he didn't see any meat.

"Boss."

Aqiang sent the arranged young girl into the room and was about to go out. Unexpectedly, he was stopped by Ji Zang:

"Go and call the tattoo artist I appointed over and give me a tattoo!"

"ah?"

A Qiang was stunned when he heard this: "Here?" Then he continued: "Boss, you just finished drinking, so you have a tattoo."

Looking at Ksitigarbha's expression, he stopped talking and withdrew.

Not long after.

The tattoo artist came in with something.

"Do it yourself!"

Ji Zang raised his hand and patted the little girl, changed his position and lay flat on the bed, and glanced at the tattoo artist:

“Is the manuscript you designed ready?!”

"Okay."

The tattoo artist glanced at the automatic girl sitting on Jizo's body, withdrew his gaze and sat next to Jizo, and took out the manuscript:

"Do you think this is okay?!"

on the manuscript.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is not angry and has authority.

Talk about it.

The tattoo artist still put some thought into designing the manuscript.

It stands to reason.

According to folklore, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva cannot be worshiped, let alone invited into homes casually, so few people have tattoos on their bodies.

But Ksitigarbha made such a request.

"Um."

Jizo glanced at the manuscript in front of him and nodded, stretched out his left arm and closed his eyes:

"Let's get started."

"Boss, you are exercising, I'm afraid you might accidentally get a tattoo."

The tattoo artist still wanted to speak, but Jizo glanced at him coldly: "If the tattoo is not good, I will chop off your hand!"

"..."

The tattoo artist was sweating on his forehead, and he didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore. He arranged the tattoo and started to work.

Jizo had just finished drinking, and his blood flow accelerated. As the tattoo artist worked, blood began to slowly ooze out of his arm.

Nearly an hour later.

The tattoo artist breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and admired his work:

"Boss, okay, are you satisfied?"

Oh shit.

Fortunately, my hands are steady enough.

first half.

The girl with the automatic transmission added a lot of difficulty to herself, but fortunately she controlled it well and there were no scratches.

He picked up a tissue to absorb the blood on his arm and motioned Jizo to look at the floor-to-ceiling mirror aside.

In the mirror.

The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva on the arm is about to appear, and the blood that has just been wiped off continues to seep out along the skin, making the pattern look a bit more indescribably sinister.

"very good!"

Ji Zang clenched his fists, and the strong muscles on his arms stood out: "The tattoo is good, I am very satisfied."

He waved his hand, indicating that he could go out.

"OK."

The tattoo artist packed up his things, opened the door and went out, took the money from Aqiang, and left happily.

"Papa pa pa"

There was applause at the door.

“Not bad, not bad!”

Superintendent Liu Yunqing of Tsuen Wan Police Station clapped his hands and appeared at the door of the room. He glanced at the tattoo on Jizo's arm:

"The pattern sounds good, but it is a bit evil. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is always in hell to save all living beings. He once vowed not to become a Buddha until the hell was empty."

"You invite Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to you, who are you trying to save?!"

He opened the door and walked straight in. Seemingly seeing Jizo's frowning expression, he continued:

"No need to look, your people have been controlled by mine."

Liu Yunqing raised his hand and took out his ID, waved it in front of Ji Zang's eyes, and smoothed his Mediterranean hairstyle:

"Let me introduce myself briefly. My name is Liu Yunqing, the superintendent of Tsuen Wan Police Station. I just came here. You may have been in prison before and have never heard of my name."

He pulled out the stool and sat down in a familiar manner: "However, a police superintendent coming to see you in person should be a great honor to you, Jizo?!"

behind.

Two senior inspectors stood behind Liu Yunqing, their palms intentionally or unintentionally leaning towards the 38 points fastened to their waists.

As long as Ksitigarbha dared to make any unusual move against Liu Yunqing, they would draw their guns and shoot him immediately, killing him on the spot.

"Oh, Superintendent Liu?"

After hearing Liu Yunqing's self-introduction, Ji Zang didn't feel surprised at all. He tightened the towel around his waist and sat down opposite him.

He touched the cigarette on the table, lit it, and took a puff: "But, then again, so what if you are the superintendent?"

"You forced your way into my room at night. Isn't that illegal?! You have no evidence and I don't admit it. I can go to the Public Relations Department to complain against you."

"Haha, after all, people who have been in prison for several years know the laws of Hong Kong Island better than ordinary people."

Liu Yunqing sniffed, sniffed the air, and his eyes fell on the young girl next to him who was putting on her underwear as if no one was watching:

"It's just that the air is filled with the smell of ambiguity. I'm trying to crack down on pornography. How can I say it's without proof?"

"I didn't come in just now, but waited for you to finish your work before coming in. I've already given you a lot of face. How can you drive me away?!"

He looked at Ksitigarbha with a smile: "According to the rules of the world, grievances are clear. I gave you a hand, but you drove me away. Isn't this against the rules of the world?!"

I have to say.

Liu Yunqing still has his own way of doing things, and he is very proficient in club relations, unlike the traditional image of a police superintendent.

"hehe."

Hearing this, Ksitigarbha raised his eyebrows and glanced at Liu Yunqing lightly: "It seems that tonight is a bit interesting."

He crossed his legs and leaned lazily on the sofa, holding a cigarette and looking up at the ceiling above his head:

"Tell me, why did you come to see me today?"

You can capture some information from what Liu Yunqing said to him just now. Liu Yunqing came to your door as soon as he came out. He also specially investigated his details. It seems that he came prepared.

"Very good, I like how direct you are."

Liu Yunqing took out the cigar, put it on the candlestick on the table and burned it, turning the cigar left and right to heat it evenly:

"This morning, when you were released from prison, you had your fingers chopped off because a prison guard scolded you. In the afternoon, the prison guard just finished his work and within two kilometers of leaving the prison, the prison guard's fingers were chopped off."

"It seems that Ksitigarbha hates being talked about when your hand was chopped off? Or maybe it could be said that Ksitigarbha is very obsessed with the person who chopped off your finger?!"

"oh?!"

Ji Zang pursed his lips while holding the cigarette, and said calmly, "This has nothing to do with you."

"Well, it has nothing to do with me."

Liu Yunqing nodded, picked up the cigar and took two puffs of it, fanning his palms in front of his face to fan the smoke:

"I know, Ji Zang used to hang out with Lin Kun, and your fingers were cut off by him."

He put his elbows on his knees and leaned forward: "Since you hate Lin Kun so much, you must seek revenge on him after you are released from prison?"

"In this case, we can cooperate. You do Lin Kun, and I will help you from the side, how about?!"

"Looking for cooperation with me? Do you have a grudge against Lin Kun?!"

Jizo grinned, his dark skin vaguely reflective under the light, showing a bronze sheen:

"I don't like to cooperate with others."

"However, if Superintendent Liu takes action and doesn't listen to your opinions carefully, it seems that he won't give you face."

He snapped his fingers: "Tell me, what do you want to do?! What are your plans?"

"No plan!"

Liu Yunqing shook his head and looked at Ksitigarbha with a look of deep understanding: "It's not that I don't know you. You don't like to be ordered to do things. You used to be Lin Kun's top horse and helped him do a lot of things.

There’s a lot of land coming down.”

"It's a pity that you were framed and Lin Kun chopped off three of your fingers and went to jail. If it weren't for Lin Kun, you would definitely be doing well now."

He spoke in a tone of voice, and then continued: "So, I don't doubt your ability at all. You can do whatever you want, and I will fully assist you."

"One word, quick."

The end.

Liu Yunqing added again: "Hurry!"

"Sir Liu is the superintendent after all. This way of flattering people is really first-class. I am very happy to hear it."

Ji Zang squinted his eyes, with a playful smile on his face: "It seems that Sir Liu is very anxious. I'm a little curious about how Lin Kun offended you."

"You don't have to worry about it."

Liu Yunqing relaxed calmly and looked at Ksitigarbha with stern eyes: "What? Can you cooperate? If you can, I can sponsor you a sum of money."

"Although that Aqiang outside has been helping you look at these properties over the years, the money is quite satisfactory. You have just been released from prison, and you are short of nothing except banknotes, right?"

"How much are you prepared to give?!"

Ksitigarbha turned his head and looked at Liu Yunqing. The old man, who was holding a cigarette in his mouth with ashes condensed, looked at him with a smile on his face:

"Three million first?"

"Three million, sprinkle some water."

Liu Yunqing waved his hand indifferently: "Don't say three million, I can give you five million. I give you money to do things, so I want to hear where you are going to start. Isn't that too much?!"

"After all, you still don't believe in my ability."

Ksitigarbha naturally saw Liu Yunqing's purpose, but he was not angry at all. He continued to talk:

"I've already thought of the plan. I'm going to use Lin Kun's white powder business as an insertion point to get to the point."

"According to my understanding, so far, there are only two people I know who are looking for Lin Kun to buy goods, one is Sister CA and the other is Brother Taiping."

Ksitigarbha spoke in a faster tone, and then said: "Since you help me, I can save a lot of energy."

"Let's do this. You first think of a way to help me catch this CA sister. It's much easier for you to find her than for me to find her."

"Can."

Liu Yunqing thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

"in addition."

Ji Zang's thinking was very clear, and he continued without pausing: "In addition, since Sir Liu is now the superintendent, he must have a lot of power, right?!"

There was a pause.

He chuckled: "I wonder what your popularity is like?!"

"How to say?!"

"Lin Kun has a champion under his command, Ji Bu!"

Jizo raised his left hand, looked at the cigarette held between the two remaining fingers, and stared at the smoke swirling up from the cigarette butt:

"Didn't Ji Bu have a new world? From now on, I want to send people to sweep his place three or four times a day. How about that?!"

"You want to send Ji Bu away?!"

Liu Yunqing immediately understood what Ksitigarbha meant and readily agreed again:

"no problem."

If New World Group's industries are intensively raided, Ji Bu will be held back by New World Group.

In this way, if something happens to the white powder business, Lin Kun can only deal with it by himself.

Great trick.

"Then you can go."

Ksitigarbha immediately issued an eviction order and looked at Liu Yunqing who stood up to leave: "By the way, remember to have the money delivered to me."

"Um."

Liu Yunqing responded and went out without looking back. After leaving Ksitigarbha's place, he called on the waiters to gather up the team and got into the car.

Having just settled down, he stepped on the accelerator and stepped out. Then he picked up his mobile phone and called Cai Yuanqi to report:

"Boss, the matter has been settled."

"soon."

Cai Yuanqi nodded and said concisely: "How?!"

"This Ksitigarbha is fine."

Liu Yunqing gave his own evaluation and roughly described the conversation between the two just now:

"Ksitigarbha has a lot of brains, and he is very ruthless and neat in what he does. Compared with that big D who rushes into the street, Lai is obviously better!"

"It has only been a short time since he was released from prison, but he already has a detailed understanding of Lin Kun. This kid is holding a lot of anger in his heart."

"very good!"

Cai Yuanqi nodded with satisfaction: "Then tell him to do it quickly. The sooner the better. The bidding for the establishment of a new generation of police communication systems is about to begin. We must deal with this matter before then."

"Um."

Liu Yunqing nodded respectfully and waited for the other party to hang up the phone first before hanging up the phone. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel:

"It's interesting. Let's fight. The more intense the fight, the better."

After experiencing Ji Bu's prowess last time, Liu Yunqing would definitely not have any conflict with Ji Bu face to face now.

His current role is that of an intermediary.

·····

Lin Kun naturally knew about Ksitigarbha's release from prison, but when asked how Lin Kun would deal with it, Lin Kun waved his hand:

"Let's find a chance to have a chat with Ksitigarbha."

It's obvious.

Lin Kun had his own ideas. Since he didn't say it, Ji Bu couldn't continue to insist on it and had no choice but to give up.

only.

Evil things also happened.

Don't know why.

From 9pm to 11pm, in just two hours, the New World Nightclub was raided by the police three or four times in a row.

This was originally the time for people to sit down. They went from table to table one by one to find people to register their ID cards. After doing this several times in a row, the business was greatly affected.

In particular, the New World Nightclub that had just opened on the Nijia site in Kwun Tong was raided by the police six times, usually in less than half an hour.

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.

Ji Bu and Ni Yongxiao invited the police officers to drink, but they could not find out the source of the problem in a short period of time.

They all said they didn't know.

Now it is late at night, and the police in higher places can't find it. To put it bluntly, for such a big thing, if harassment is carried out late at night, it seems that the pattern is not enough.

So, they simply announced that all drinks at New World Nightclub would be discounted by half, which diluted the impact on business.

Twelve o'clock in the evening.

Repulse Bay Villa Area.

Ji Bu drove back to the villa, dragged his tired body open the door and went in. He threw his coat on the sofa and lazily sunk into the sofa.

"Back?!"

After Yang Koko washed up, she was wearing a black satin pajamas with her hair spread on both sides of her shoulders. She looked at Ji Bu who didn't want to move and walked behind him to squeeze his shoulders:

"What's wrong? You look very tired today?"

"Yes."

Ji Bu shook his head, pinched his eyebrows and exhaled. He didn't say much, just said in one sentence:

"Someone is doing something wrong in the nightclub business. We need to find a way to deal with it."

At close range.

Smelling the faint fragrance of Yang Koko's body, Ji Bu felt much calmer.

“From the nightclub?!”

Hearing this, Yang Koko raised her chin, blinked and looked at the ceiling with a thoughtful expression:

"Are there any colleagues causing trouble?"

Seeing that Ji Bu didn't answer, he then added: "That means someone has been coming to check and sweep the place?!"

"hold head high."

Ji Bu raised his head back in surprise, resting his head on Yang Koko's flat belly without any extra fat:

"How did you guess it? You are very knowledgeable, my friend."

Looking from this angle from bottom to top, the loose satin pajamas are lifted up and can be seen clearly.

The plump breasts perfectly blocked the view, and Yang Koko's face could not be seen.

"Just a wild guess."

Yang Koko was thinking about the problem and didn't notice Ji Bu's cunning behavior, so he continued:

"Tell me about the specific situation."

"As you said."

Ji Bu briefly described what happened that night: "What is the concept of sweeping the field six times in two hours? I can't understand it."

"That's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that Ni Yongxiao found his connections in Kwun Tong and couldn't find out what was going on."

The situation here in Tsim Sha Tsui is better, but the situation in Kwun Tong is miserable.

According to Ji Bu's guess.

It is very likely that Cai Yuanqi and the others have made new moves, but he has not yet guessed their purpose for him.

"That's not easy."

Yang Koko thought for a moment, then looked down at Ji Bu: "I had dinner with Anna Dai today. I heard from her that Abot seems to be promoted?"

"Okay, just ask Abot to assign a police officer to each of your New World nightclubs."

"ah?"

Ji Bu concentrated on admiring the beautiful scenery without thinking: "Isn't this appropriate? There are so many stores, how can there be so many idle people."

"Gui Lao is a police superintendent, but he's not in Tsim Sha Tsui. How can he stretch his hands so long?"

"Ouch."

Yang Koko rolled her eyes angrily. It was a rare occasion when Ji Bu didn't expect it, and she waved her fist triumphantly:

"Haven't you realized what this means?"

"Place a police officer in each nightclub and tell them that they are investigating relevant cases, so that the police can keep out the police who come to clean up the venue!"

"despair!"

Ji Bu snapped his fingers and his whole body suddenly became enlightened: "Don't tell me, this is really the truth."

This way.

Then no matter how much trouble they make, it won't affect them at all.

"Good guy!"

Ji Bu jumped up from the sofa, very naturally stretched out his arms around Yang Koko's slender waist, and took her into his arms:

"Coco performed very well today, extra point!"

During the conversation.

Ji Bu buried his face directly into Yang Koko's chest, and his mouth and nose were covered and his words were unclear:

"If you hadn't given me some advice, it would have really given me a headache."

"Don't make trouble."

Yang Koko shyly pushed him away: "I haven't washed my face yet. You go to the bathroom and take a shower."

"Did you drink outside again at night? I'm going to make you some tea. When you come out from the shower, the temperature of the tea will be just right, so you can sober up."

"I don't!"

Ji Bu refused forcefully and with a hint of arrogance: "Tea can't relieve hangovers at all. Don't let others fool you anymore."

His head arched inward, like a little cub looking for a comfortable sleeping position: "I want to drink milk!"

"Well, milk is more suitable for people after drinking. It can not only effectively protect the stomach, but also guide the dispersion of alcohol."

"Okay okay okay"

Yang Koko nodded as if coaxing a child: "Then drink milk. I'll get it from the refrigerator for you. You go take a shower first."

She stepped on her slippers and went to the refrigerator to take out a cup and milk and poured it into the cup. Listening to the sound of water and humming coming from the bathroom, she shook her head helplessly.

A few minutes later.

After Ji Bu finished taking a shower, he appeared in front of Yang Koko, took the cup she handed over and drank the milk in one gulp.

Then he licked the milk stained on his lips, looked at Yang Koko maliciously, and then shifted his gaze downwards.

"Hmm"

Yang Koko was thrown onto the sofa before she could react.

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(End of chapter)