A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

"Okay, the purpose of our meeting today is not to decide whether Dabu Hei was in a car accident, but to choose the right person to talk to!"

Deng Wei patted the table, and the fat on his fat face trembled, but his tone was unquestionable:

"In a few days, it will be the day to choose who will talk about the issue. You all should keep a low profile these days and wait until after the election to discuss anything."

Big D curled his lips from below, feeling that Deng Wei had said these two words as if he had not.

The Tai Po black matter has not yet been determined. This is because they intend to target Wang Zuluo after the election.

Thinking of this, Big D's face immediately turned ugly.

His relationship with Wang Zuluo, if he came to power, he would definitely not expose this matter.

But now the meaning behind Deng Wei's words made his heart tremble.

Glancing at A Le who was sitting across from him, Big D's face was filled with uncertainty.

He almost looked like a flying dragon riding on his face, but Ah Le still looked calm and unhurried. There must be a reason for this.

Thinking of this, the words Wang Zuluo had said came to mind again, and the look he looked at Deng Wei gradually became dangerous.

"What you and Liansheng's uncles want is checks and balances. If someone comes up who is too strong and interferes with others, wouldn't they be useless?"

"As long as we have these uncles with Liansheng, the people below will never have a chance to rise to the top..."

After thinking about this, Big D recalled the last election.

At that time, Ah Le had not yet gained momentum, and he was the most powerful Big D in the club. But this group of old immortals still used the excuse of insufficient qualifications to force the braggadocio to the position.

After Blowing Chicken came to power, Ah Le's power soared like a rocket. Isn't this the old man Deng Wei who set up to be his opponent?

The tea cup in his hand made a squeaking sound, but Big D did not continue to participate in the quarrel of those people and began to think deeply.

"Lian Ying... Xin Lian Ying, He Liansheng... Xin He Liansheng!"

Big D's eyes flickered for a while, but in the end the strangeness in his heart was suppressed by him.

Maybe I am overthinking it?

Maybe next time the speaker will be me?

Big D kept hypnotizing himself, making the ambition in his eyes slowly shrink.

"Bai Lang wanted to monopolize the Japanese money, so he found a gunman?"

Shuabing opened his mouth in surprise when he heard what his men reported. But the surprise was only for a moment, and he immediately asked anxiously: "Where did you get the news?"

"It's Bai Lang's godson. He told me about it when he was picking up girls at Karaoke. Several of our brothers were also there, and we only received the news.

The younger brother looked proud. It was Aqiang who asked them to stare at Bai Lang before.

Now that Aqiang is dead, they have also received useful information, which is enough to make their boss stop being angry with them because of Aqiang.

Mouse Bing was playing with two walnuts in his hand, spinning them rapidly in his hands.

"Go and remind Nakakurahara. Regardless of whether it's true or not, we still have some ties to the Japanese, so it's not bad to sell people a favor."

Aqiang is dead, and Dasha can't move. Now Shuabing's Yizidui strength has been greatly damaged, and some of his previous businesses have also been hit. He can only rely on the Japanese to reply.

In Wan Chai, in a food stall two streets away from Bai Lang Investment Company. Wang Zuluo took Aji and Gao Gang to eat here.

Today's food stall was reserved by him, and all the people sitting inside were the people he brought.

"Brother Luo, there are so many rich people in Wan Chai."

Wuying was eating roast goose rice in his mouth. When he saw the luxury cars passing by on the street from time to time, he couldn't help but say something to Wang Zuluo.

"There are many rich people, but there are also many prefixes!" Wang Zuluo could tell at a glance what Wu Fei wanted to say. He just wanted to bring the parking business to Wan Chai.

But here Dongxing, Heliansheng, Hongxing... and other big names are all gathered here.

Wu Ying brought people here to do parking business, and it is estimated that he will have to be carried back to Mong Kok within a week.

"Hey, Wan Chai is not good, Causeway Bay is not bad either."

Wan Chai is just across the street from Causeway Bay, so Wu Fei came up with another place name.

"What's more, doesn't Chen Haonan, the good brother Luo Ge recognizes, open a bar in Causeway Bay?"

The more Wu Ying talked about it, the more he felt that it would be a good idea to bring the parking business here. But after seeing Wang Zuluo's face, Wuying could only sit back angrily.

"The East Star Situ Haonan has the final say in Causeway Bay now. Can you deal with him?"

Wang Zuluo glared at Wu Fei, why did this guy become so swollen after leaving Mong Kok?

With Xin Lian Ying's strength, it was okay to compete with Jordan's Ah Lok, but against Situ Haonan who was playing at home, they had no chance of winning.

"Luo...Brother Luo, Brother Guan and I have already arrived at the entrance of Bailang Investment Company to start checking out. Do you have any instructions?"

Zhang Lang's voice was full of expectation. He hoped that Wang Zuluo would say something to let him return to Mong Kok, but he was obviously going to be disappointed.

"Press well when you step on it. You're just a driver. Why are you nervous?"

Wang Zuluo wondered how Zhang Lang got into the police station with his character. It was so unreliable.

After being sprayed, Zhang Lang hung up the phone with a grimace, looked at the judge and said, "Brother Guan, we have agreed that when we get started, I will only be responsible for driving..."

The judge listened to Zhang Lang's phone call all the time. Now when he heard what Zhang Lang said, he smiled and patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, you are Luo's man, and nothing will happen to you."

"Hey, Brother Guan, are those here Japanese?"

Ji Jing saw the Japanese motorcade parked in front of Bailang Investment Company and immediately called the judge to look over.

"Are the Japanese looking so aggressive and trying to steal our business?"

Mad Bull pulled out his submachine gun and was about to open the door and get out of the car when the judge pulled him back.

"Can you use your brain? If the Japanese are ready to take action, how can they go through it openly?"

The judge flipped through the information that Zhang Lang brought over and saw that the Japanese had kidnapped Bai Lang's son. After Bai Lang found someone to kill several Japanese and snatched his son back, he tapped his knees with his fingers several times.

"They should be there to talk about numbers. We'll take action as soon as they leave!"

The judge did not think that these Japanese would give up, so they had to take action in advance.

If the Japanese take the lead, then their chances of kidnapping Bai Lang and getting the money will be slim.

Time passed bit by bit, and more than an hour later, the Japanese walked out of Bailang Investment Company again.

“Get your hands dirty!”

After observing that the Japanese did not carry anything containing money when they came out, the judge finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Guan, do you think the Japanese left with the check?"

Mad Bull moved his head for a rare moment, looked at the good-looking Nakakurahara who was walking in front, and asked the judge.

"Damn you talk too much!"

The judge slapped Mad Bull on the head, then patted Zhang Lang in the driver's seat and said:

"Mr. Zhang, follow those Japanese in a moment. If we don't get money from Gui Lao, we will go find trouble with these Japanese!"

After saying that, the judge opened the door and got out of the car, leading Mad Niu and the others towards Bai Lang Investment Company.

"Team leader Nakagurahara, are those people...the gunmen Bingsang mentioned?"

As soon as the Japanese car started, a member of the Yamashita group stared at the faces of the judge and his group who were walking towards them. Finally, he couldn't help but turn around and remind his boss.

The car screeched to a halt, and Nakakurahara lowered the window and looked over.

Mad Niu, who was walking beside a few people, glanced back thoughtfully and saw a Japanese man with a mustache above his lips looking at him.

So Mad Bull smiled arrogantly at the other party, opened his clothes a little, and revealed the submachine gun in his arms.

Nakakurahara's expression changed drastically, and he immediately patted the driver's back and shouted: "Drive, drive quickly, it's those killers, there really are killers!"

"Baga, you really can't believe those white-skinned pigs!"

The member of the Yamashita team sitting in the passenger seat had just cautiously pulled out his pistol.

Now seeing that his boss confirmed that the other party was the gunman, he immediately raised his gun and pointed it through the open car window.