A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

"Brother Luo, we two brothers have nothing now..."

Song Zihao did not take the wine glass pushed in front of him by Wang Zuluo, and frowned at Wang Zuluo:

"There are two of us, and one of us is already a cripple. He has been decadent for three years, and his skills have long been gone."

"As for me, I have been in prison for another three years, and I have forgotten everything I can forget..."

His meaning is very obvious, that is, they have no use value at all now, so you, Wang Zuluo, the boss, should stop playing tricks on these two brothers.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have good skills, as long as you can shoot."

Wang Zuluo helped Mark Li fill up the wine, picked up his own wine glass and clinked it with the glass in front of them:

"Xinji Jiang Sheng, I want a few bullets to appear on his body."

"He is now huddled in the mouse hole, so I can only ask two expert mousers to come and help."

As he spoke, Wang Zuluo drank all the wine in his hand, then took a pistol from the bodyguard and placed it in front of Mark Li.

"There are many people around me who wash their hands in golden basins. Does Pu Jun, one of the two eagles in Mong Kok, know?"

"Mr. Zuo Guanlong, who used to work for Lianying News Agency, is still a legal person of the New Lianying Group. He holds 0.5% of the group's shares and is living a very comfortable life now."

"To be honest, I'm just looking for you to play casual chess. If I meet you, I'll reach out and give you a hand."

After speaking, Wang Zuluo stood up, threw down his business card and led others away from here.

"Brother Luo, just let them go?"

Duan Kun walked a few steps and couldn't help but ask.

"Don't worry, someone from Tan Cheng's bodyguards will take care of it..."

As soon as he walked downstairs, four gunshots rang out from the booth on the second floor.

The pistol Wang Zuluo left was not for the two of them to go to Xinji Jiang Sheng for trouble.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Wang Zuluo knew that Mark Li was trapped.

Song Zihao is determined to wash his hands and stop doing anything. Brother Luo is not a spiritual mentor, so he can get him to do things with just a few words.

But Mark Li was different. He had endured the humiliation for three years and was not a cheap person who liked to help Tan Cheng clean the car.

If you want to get back what you lost, you have to find a big water pipe or find a trusted boss.

But Mark Li's character is destined to have only one eldest brother, and that is Song Zihao.

So Brother Luo doesn't mind becoming the opponent's big drain.

It's just a counterfeit money business.

What they are printing is not Hong Kong dollars, they are printing US dollars, and it is the Americans who are being harmed.

In Wang Zuluo's eyes, this kind of thing is just to vent anger for the Chinese.

Unless the other party wants to be a fan, but Song Zihao is not dead, he will persuade Mark Li not to be a fan.

"Where should we go next?"

Duan Kun got into the car, looked back at his Brother Luo and asked.

"Go to Yau Ma Tei and find Yaowen!"

The convoy started and headed towards Yau Ma Tei.

"A Ming, you are seeking death by doing this!"

At the Yau Ma Tei fruit bar, Yaowen looked at A Ming who was sitting on the sofa and drank heavily, and anxiously persuaded him.

"Looking for death?" A Ming smashed his wine glass to the ground, stood up, pointed at Yaowen, and yelled:

"When the Hengzi pile is still there, even though Chen Minzhi is on our head, we can do whatever we want."

"Now, although I have made money, are my subordinates following your and my orders?"

He kicked the table in front of him and the hot pot soup on it flew everywhere.

"Now we are just a bunch of bastards sitting in the office. We are just fucking puppets. Do you understand?"

A Ming stumbled towards the door, but after taking a few steps, Yaowen grabbed his arm.

"If you go out now, there will be no turning back. Even I will lead people to kill you!"

"Stay, Brother Luo will be here soon. Just admit your mistake. It's very cool to wash your hands in a golden basin and become a rich man..."

A Ming shook off Yaowen's hand, took out a pistol from his arms and put it against Yaowen's chest. The expression on his face twisted into a ball, and he said viciously:

"Staying here will lead to a fucking death. If you still recognize me as your brother, then make way and let me go!"

"A Ming!" Yaowen just wanted to continue to reach out to grab A Ming's shoulder, but he was pushed hard by the pistol in A Ming's hand and pushed him a few steps away.

"We have been brothers for more than ten years, can you let me go?"

"Irene will stay in Hong Kong Island. This matter has nothing to do with her. As long as you take care of her, I believe she will not be bullied..."

After A Ming finished speaking, he smiled and threw the pistol in his hand to the ground beside Yaowen.

This is the fruit bar, and there are all Yaowen's men outside.

If Yaowen didn't speak, let alone a pistol with dozens of bullets in his hand, he wouldn't be able to get out of here even with a submachine gun.

So he threw away his pistol just to gain Yaowen's sympathy and to make him let him go because of the brotherhood that lasted for more than ten years.

Yaowen did not continue to speak, but silently stepped aside, revealing the door behind him.

A Ming breathed a sigh of relief, smiled at Yaowen, and then walked quickly towards the door.

But as soon as A Ming's hand grasped the handle of the door, Yaowen reached out from the side and strangled his neck.

"It's been more than ten years of friendship, but you're using this more than ten years of friendship to harm me?"

"If I let you go, my whole family will have to go into the water. This flag under my command and these brothers of mine, which one has not been with me for more than ten years?"

"If you want to blame it, it's because you went the wrong way!"

As he spoke, the intensity of his hands did not decrease at all. A Ming, who was struggling in his arms, began to lose strength gradually, and finally let go of the hand holding his arm, hanging weakly on his side to the ground.

Yaowen continued to strangle the other man's neck for a few more minutes, and then released his arm after confirming that A Ming was completely dead.

"After so many years of our brotherhood, can I fucking lie to you or harm you?"

"Killing Lao Ding once is enough for others to scold you, and now you're still here?"

Yaowen sat against the wall next to A Ming's body, holding the cigarette he took out from A Ming's body in his mouth.

After thinking about it, he lit another one and stuffed it into the mouth of the dying A Ming, wiped the tears on his face, and slowly stood up.

"Brother Luo..."

Opening the door, Yaowen saw Wang Zuluo waiting outside the door.

"It's A Ming who paid people to block the streets, right?"

Wang Zuluo squinted at Yaowen, then saw A Ming's body lying at the door, and asked:

"I want to know who contacted him, asked him to go out and ask about my travel route, and who the nails he dropped were."

Yaowen was silent for a while, waiting for the cigarette in his mouth to burn out before he spoke:

"Brother Luo, can you please let Irene go for my sake?"

Wang Zuluo smiled. Since Yaowen said this, the person who did it would know that it was Ai Lian, A Ming's wife, without even thinking.

"Can she listen to you and not avenge A Ming?"

Wang Zuluo reached out and patted Yaowen's shoulder, turned around and left the fruit column.

"You have to decide for yourself. If she doesn't appear in front of me before dark, then don't blame me for being cruel..."