A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

If you always shrink down and pretend to be harmless, others will think you are a sick cat.

Show your paws occasionally to let others know that you eat meat.

Brother Luo was so arrogant today because he knew that the Mong Kok Police Station had no time to deal with such a small case.

What's more, this is not Mong Kok, but Tseung Kwan O.

Not even the West Kowloon Region. Such cross-district crimes without evidence are left as unsolved cases in the police archives.

What can I sue Brother Luo?

Brother Luo didn't kill anyone, he just shot Brother Sangge twice in the leg.

The police station under the jurisdiction of Tseung Kwan O went across the district to find the police superintendent of the West Kowloon Region. Is it a favor just to catch Brother Luo who injured others with a gun?

Stop making trouble, Gui Lao's favors are very valuable...

"Hello... hello, is it Brother Dong?"

Fat Corpse's voice was a little shaky at first, but it got better after Wang Zuluo used a gun to scare him.

"Who the hell are you?" The music on Adong's side was very loud. It looked like he was either in a nightclub or in a bar.

"I am a fat corpse from Tseung Kwan O. My boss is mourning. The boss said that we have finished what we told you before, but we have to charge an extra five hundred thousand, otherwise we will tell Wang Zuluo that you ordered me."

After Fat Corpse finished speaking, A Dong's side fell silent except for the loud music.

"you've got the wrong number!"

Then A Dong said something and hung up the phone.

The fat corpse looked at Wang Zuluo with a mournful face, and moved the hand holding the phone forward, hoping to let Wang Zuluo see that the call had been hung up.

"Look what I do, keep fighting!"

Wang Zuluo patted the fat corpse's face with his gun, smiled and motioned for him to continue.

So Fat Corpse called again, but was quickly hung up. He continued to call and hung up again. Then he called A Dong again and his phone was turned off.

"Boss...he...he turned off the phone..."

The fat corpse was really dumbfounded now and didn't know what to do next.

"It's okay. I have Tiger's phone number. You can call him and ask him to meet at the Women's Street."

Wang Zuluo pulled out Tiger's phone number and asked Fat Corpse to call him.

Not only does he have Tiger’s stuff on his phone, but he also has stuff from his dad, Tim. In addition, there are also the phone numbers of Liangkun, Big Brother B, Chen Haonan and others. Anyone who feels that they can be used has been saved.

"Hey, Brother Tiger, I'm Sangge's subordinate in Tseung Kwan O. My boss said that the matter is done, but now he needs to get an extra five hundred thousand, otherwise he will inform the bar owner and say that it was you who instigated it."

When Tiger received a strange number, he thought it was one of his subordinates looking for something to do with him, but he didn't expect to hear such a sentence.

"Do you know who I am?"

Tiger was almost laughed out of anger. Ever since he was young, except for the bastard Mad Dog Luo who beat him up, no one dared to challenge him.

"The number is for Tim's son, brother Tiger. Our boss wants to meet you in the women's street. Remember to bring 500,000, otherwise we will expose your affairs."

The fat corpse glanced at the muzzle of the gun on his head, gritted his teeth and said something.

Although he said that he would offend the tiger, he would definitely be retaliated against in the future. But if he didn't say anything, he would be retaliated against now, and he might even be thrown into the street like Sang Gae.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Tiger said angrily three times in a row.

He asked someone to burn down the Yese Bar to avenge Mad Dog Luo for causing him to stay in the hospital for several days. Otherwise, the anger in his heart would never go away.

They came up with the name of the Vietnamese gang after hearing that Tony and the others were sent to the police station by Wang Zuluo.

He couldn't move Wang Zuluo, but couldn't he still solve the problem with the little brat on the other side of the phone?

It seems that Mad Dog Luo got the better of him last time and his reputation was damaged. Any minor character can jump out and provoke him.

As for whether it was the method used by Mad Dog Luo, Tiger had no doubt at all.

He has already found out that Duan Kun from Xinlianying is going out to raid the hiding places of Tony's brothers all over the world. How can you have time to come over and cause trouble for yourself?

When the time comes, that guy from Mad Dog Lo will fight with the Vietnamese gang, and he, the tiger, can just sit back and watch the show.

No wonder my father said that getting out requires not only the knife, but also the brain.

This feels so damn good!

"I'll wait for you at the bar in Ladies' Street. I'll prepare half a million, that's it!"

After saying that, Tiger hung up the phone and shouted outside the box: "Adong, Adong, come in quickly!"

A Dong heard his boss's shout outside the door and immediately opened the door and walked in.

Tiger waited for him to come in front of him, picked up the beer bottle on the coffee table, and hit A Dong on the head with a bottle.

"Why is the person you're looking for such a shit?"

"Now I'm getting fucking calls. I want an extra five hundred thousand. That's enough to buy your life!"

When A Dong heard the familiar number of five hundred thousand, his expression immediately changed.

He also thought that after today, he would find time to go to Tseung Kwan O and teach that bastard named Sang Ge a lesson so that he could shut up forever.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually had Brother Tiger’s phone number.

"Brother Hu, I will immediately take someone over to do that bastard..."

A Dong's head was bleeding, but he didn't dare to reach out to wipe it. He could only lower his head to admit his mistake and make some repairs on the way.

"No, we'll wait for him in Women's Street. Five hundred thousand, let's see if he can take it away!"

"Play with me, okay! I'll just have fun with him!"

Tiger waved his hand and asked Adong to go out and arrange for someone to kill the bastard named Sangge later and throw him directly into the sea.

As for why he agreed to meet Sanggee and the others, firstly, it was for convenience once and for all, and secondly, he was afraid that those guys would really go to Mad Dog Luo to complain.

His father had already sternly warned him not to mess with Mad Dog Luo recently.

After the news has passed, just find a few black rats to cross the sea and kill Mad Dog Luo directly.

Tim has seen many guys like Mad Dog Luo in his life.

There are many people who are more ruthless than Mad Dog Luo. Where are those people now?

Most of them were buried in hearses, a small number went to Stanley, and the rest either ran away or were injured, doing small business on the street, but few could make it.

Xin Lianying..., haha, only those who can plant the flag firmly are called Xin Lianying. If someone removes the flag, they are coffin heroes.

"Brother Tiger, I saw Lianghui leading people to drink in our bar. Today they beat our people on the street, which caused a lot of loss in our business..."

A subordinate knocked on the door and came in and reported the incident to Tiger.

"Beautiful?"

Tiger originally thought of waiting here for the mourners to come to his door, but now that he heard that Lianghui came to his place so stubbornly, the anger in his heart surged out again.

He was kicked in the crotch by that bastard Mad Dog Luo, and within a few days rumors spread that he had turned from a tiger into a gelding.

Instead of Lianghui's nemesis going out to talk nonsense, could it be Mad Dog Luo just spreading news out of boredom?

As far as he knew, although Mad Dog Luo was crazy, he was at least reasonable in his actions and wouldn't do anything if he couldn't catch his tail.

My father also gave in to him about the matter of Lao Liu, and even helped Sanren go out and scrape Lao Liu out.

The last time I lent my car to Mad Dog Luo, this matter should have ended. Mad Dog Luo had no reason to go out and smear himself.

So don't think about it, Lianghui must have done this.

Okay, this bastard first spread rumors, and today he stole his own business.

He brings people to his bar to drink. Are he really treating himself like a soft persimmon? How embarrassing is he?

"Let's go over and entertain Lianghui!"

Tiger stood up and led people towards Lianghui's box.

Today I just want to vent my anger on Lianghui, then kill Sangge, and finally sit back and watch Mad Dog Luo and the Vietnamese gang bite dogs.

Hehe, today seems to be a good day!

Tseung Kwan O.

The fat corpse looked at Wang Zuluo eagerly, waiting for the next sentence.

Whether you can survive or not depends entirely on how the other person is feeling.

"Very well, just save your life and ride a motorcycle for the time being."

Wang Zuluo put away his pistol, hugged the fat corpse with a smile, and walked towards the group of young people squatting on the ground.

"Axiang, ask the brothers to write down the ID cards of these people. Otherwise, what if these people go out and say that Brother Fat Corpse shot his boss?"

Wang Zuluo let go of the fat corpse, took a loudspeaker from the business boss next to him, smiled at the group of young people and said:

"You guys continue to play tonight, and you can eat and drink as my treat. But remember, the fact that Brother Fat Corpse killed someone is all in your heart, otherwise I don't know what will happen..."

After finishing speaking, throw the trumpet to the fat corpse and let him wipe his own butt.

There are so many people at the scene. If there is someone with a weak head or a strong sense of justice, go to the police station and call the police.

Then...that fat corpse brother is dead.

As for Brother Luo?

There is no evidence. The fingerprints on the gun are from fat corpses. Just relying on the confessions of a few people is not enough.

Hong Kong Island is a society governed by the rule of law. A few people can convict someone just by talking crookedly. The characters "Hong Kong Island" and "Hong Kong Island" have long been extinct. Not only will there be chaos on the roads, but also on the entire Hong Kong Island.

Wang Zuluo is not worried that these people will unite and go to the police station to testify against him.

There was no deep grudge. Brother Luo paid for the treat again and wrote down his ID card. Not many guys with bad brains would do this.