In 1990, I drove a taxi in Xiangjiang

Chapter 140
The yacht started again, and under the thrust of the seawater pushed by the propeller, it began to sail towards the open sea.

Shao Xiangbei looked at Haiwang lying motionless on the deck, and sat down cross-legged.

The yacht moving forward is facing the sea breeze, which is a unique experience.

Lighting a cigarette for himself, Shao Xiangbei took a puff, the feeling of the smoke entering his lungs made his nerves relax slightly.

From Ma Wang Yanxing to Zhang Feixiong, and from Zhang Feixiong to his back.

All of this is terribly thoughtful.

The seemingly clear era of Xiangjiang has not yet emerged from the haze of the 5s and 60s.

All kinds of evil forces are rampant, and the Chinese detectives are secretly colluding with the triads.

Turning what was originally a secret business into a legal transaction in broad daylight.

Since the establishment of the Independent Commission Against Corruption, the originally dark disciplinary forces seemed to have been separated from the past, but everything now told Shao Xiangbei that those transactions had just turned to another method.

Evil always exists behind the light.

And who is behind Zhang Feixiong?
Was it Chen Fulun who brought barrister Shen Bowen to the West Kowloon Police Station?
Or is it someone else?
And what is the probability that Casey, who came to Hong Kong for vacation from the UK, is friends with Zhang Feixiong or Chen Fulun?
Almost zero.

A gringo's natural friend is always a gringo.

This has nothing to do with morality, it is the innate sense of belonging of all races.

Are they the British guys who hold high positions in the Hong Kong government?

White smoke was slowly exhaled from Shao Xiangbei's mouth.

It's 1990 now.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the Xiangjiang government under the control of the British is a puppet regime.

Under the good economic conditions in Hong Kong, the Chinese have developed a sense of superiority that looks down on the mainlanders, but they are numb or selectively forget that in the eyes of the British, they are just pigs in the colony, despicable and smelly second-class citizens.

"Since you're awake, don't pretend to be dead."

Shao Xiangbei flicked the ashes of the cigarette in his hand, and looked at Ma Wang Yanxing who seemed to be still unconscious on the deck.

He knocked people unconscious, Shao Xiangbei knew better than anyone else how long it would take to wake up.

After the words fell for a long time, Ma Wang Yanxing, who was lying on the deck, remained motionless.

Shao Xiangbei took a puff of his cigarette, and pressed the gleaming orange-red cigarette end on Ma Wang Yanxing's exposed skin.

The burning of the cigarette butt made Ma Wang Yanxing's body tremble violently.

"It's really cheap."

Shao Xiangbei took back the remaining half of the cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"It's just the two of us here now."

"Let's talk, Mawang."

Ma Wang Yanxing couldn't pretend at this time, even though he was a big boss on Bolan Street, he didn't get this position by fighting bloody.

Bowland Street is full of neon lights. The reason why he has been able to control Bowland Street for so many years is because of his ability to train Miss Luo and his eyesight.

Young and Dangerous boys want to be superior fists are just the foundation, and what they want to rely on for a long time will always be the word young and Dangerous.

Horse King Yanxing is one of the best.

At this moment, he couldn't pretend at all.

He seemed to be reluctant to twist his body and sit up from the deck.

Looking at Shao Xiangbei, Ma Wang Yanxing swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva, his dry lips opening and closing silently but he hesitated to speak.

Shao Xiangbei narrowed his eyes slightly, he never had a good impression of people who rely on women's skins to make money.

How many despicable and cruel methods were used to get a woman to make money for him, Shao Xiangbei was not in the mood to ask the middle-aged man in front of him for advice.

"Want one?"

When Ma Wang Yanxing was hit by the ambulance, his hands and feet were tied up, and he nodded with difficulty when he heard Shao Xiangbei's words.

As he said, Shao Xiangbei put a cigarette to Ma Wang Yanxing's lips, then pressed the lighter and stretched it out.

At this moment, Ma Wang Yanxing's heart was flustered like numbness and his lips trembled. Looking at the flames under the smoke that were also constantly shaking under the sea breeze, he lowered his head and took two puffs.

Seeing that the cigarette butt was lit by the lighter in Shao Xiangbei's hand, Ming Mie withdrew his hand and flicked the lighter, and waited for Ma Wang Yanxing to take two puffs before speaking again.

"Do you know Casey Shelby?"

Ma Wang Yanxing raised his head in a daze when he heard Shao Xiangbei's question.

"do not know?"

Shao Xiangbei asked again.

Ma Wang Yanxing nodded this time, expressing that he did not know Casey.

"Do you usually go to sea?"

Shao Xiangbei did not continue to ask other people, but asked a seemingly irrelevant question.

Ma Wang Yanxing still nodded this time.

"Have you ever thought that one day you will sleep in its embrace forever?"

Shao Xiangbei laughed unscrupulously as he spoke.

"That's pretty poetic."

Ma Wang Yanxing's lips trembled violently when he heard Shao Xiangbei's words. The cigarette that was still burning brightly fell to the deck in front of him the next moment.

"go ahead."

"I'll tell you everything I know."

"I don't want to die yet."

"Let me go."

"Let me go!"

Shao Xiangbei reached out to pick up the cigarette that Ma Wang Yanxing had dropped on the deck, and carefully flicked off the ashes that hadn't fallen clean.

"Don't be so nervous."

"Actually, if you hadn't suddenly taken action last time, there wouldn't have been any conflict between us."

"Are you right?"

Turn the cigarette around and let Ma Wang Yanxing bite the cigarette holder again.

Ma Wang Yanxing nodded frantically when he heard Shao Xiangbei's words, saying that there really was no conflict between the two.

Shao Xiangbei slapped Ma Wang Yan Xing with his backhand, knocking the cigarette out of his mouth.

"You see you can't talk when you smoke."

"it's good now."

"Can you tell me who asked you to do this?"

The right side of Ma Wang Yanxing's face was burning, and the back molars in his mouth almost flew out.

"It's Zhang Feixiong."

"He found me and asked me to help him with something, otherwise he would lead a team to clean my place every day."

Shao Xiangbei looked at Ma Wang Yanxing who had been slapped by him, and couldn't wait to confess to a dead man to top the tank.

"You have been messing around for so many years."

"Sometimes what needs to be said still has to be said."

"Although I rarely go to sea, I love to read maps."

"It seems that after passing the two small islands in front, we will reach the open sea."

"After all, your life is your own."

"Before a person dies, it has nothing to do with you."

Ma Wang turned sideways with difficulty to look in the direction of the bow, as Shao Xiangbei said, there were two small islands.

He used to go to sea often, and he also knew the names of the two islands.

One is called Nanguozhou and the other is called Beiguozhou. Beyond it is the high seas, a natural no-care zone.

"If I tell everything I know, can you really let me go!"

At this time, Ma Wang Yan Xing stopped pretending to be crazy and asked Shao Xiangbei in a serious tone, adding at the end.

"If you can really let me go, I will tell you everything when I get ashore."

Shao Xiangbei stood up with a meaningful smile, walked to the guardrail of the yacht's bow and threw the dying cigarette butt into the dark sea.

"It's a word."

(End of this chapter)