I haven't been a boss for many years

Zhang Guobin held Zhu Baoyi's shoulders, and the two entered the night venue together. Several horse boys separated from the crowd and led the way in front, making room for the boss to enter the venue.

Zhang Guobin took Zhu Baoyi to sit down in a large sofa area in the middle of the nightclub, raised Erlang's legs alone, and raised his hand to take a cigar from Ma Zai.

The leader of the scene took out the lighter, tapped it to pass the fire to the boss, Zhang Guobin tilted his head, took a couple of sips, and the flickering cigar butts were very eye-catching in the field.

A circle of more than twenty horse boys is greeting the boss.

The boss said in advance: "Your name is salt water, right?"

"Boss, it's me." Xianshui put on the suit of the night show manager, took back the lighter, and smiled.

"A glass of whiskey and a glass of mojito." Zhang Guobin explained, just as the wine was served on the table, a young man in a suit passed through the crowd, deliberately found Zhang Guobin's table, walked around behind the sofa, leaned over and listened: "Bin Brother, people caught it."

Zhang Guobin nodded.

"Miss Zhu, you can have a drink or two by yourself first. Don't worry, you are a guest here. No one in Yau Tsim Mong will dare to harass you." He stood up and confessed, "Be careful."

He was smoking a cigar, wearing a black suit, and walked away from the wine table.

Zhu Baoyi curled up at the foot of the couch, looked at his back, held the wine glass in his hand, took a sip, his beautiful throat kept agitating.

Under the leadership of two people, Zhang Guobin passed through the wine tables, bypassed the kitchen, and opened the back door of the nightclub.

"Oh!"

nightclub,

Outside the back door, in an alley.

A young man raised his stick and slammed it hard at someone, knocking the figure over with one blow.

The figure with scars on his face and bruises knocked over a trash can, and the person and the bucket fell to the ground together.

"stop!"

Zhang Guobin stepped out of the shadows, raised his hand and shouted.

"Bingo."

"Bingo."

All the young horses stopped one after another, moved out of the way with their sticks in their hands, bowed and nodded,

Dongguan Miao was leaning against the corner, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and propping one foot against the wall. When he saw Brother Bing coming out, he threw away the cigarette butt, walked up to Bingo and whispered in his ear, "Bingo."

"It's spicy ginger!"

"Oh!"

"Spicy ginger?"

Zhang Guobin showed thought, and suddenly realized.

He looked up and down the embarrassed bald man in front of him, and for a while he couldn't recognize him.

Don't get me wrong, it's not about becoming handsome, it's about being beaten badly, with a bruised nose and a swollen face that can't see clearly.

"Spicy ginger, why did you get mixed up like this?"

"You go to Dao Youhui in the future, isn't it okay? It is said that one person manages Santiao Street, and everyone looks like a dog. Why do you bring a guy to me now?"

He took two steps forward, stood in front of La Jiang, held a cigar between his fingertips, looked down at the other party and asked.

Abin has always had a good temper.

Be a person and do things, pay attention to the scales, and take care of the world.

He is not disgusted with the bad boy who loses his face, does not have a firm stand, and is vacillating. He just remembers what the other party has done.

Hate?

No-brainers are not worthy!

So, he immediately called his brothers to stop,

But Dongguan Miao took out a modified gun from the back of his waist, twirling his fingers, stretched out his hand to Zhang Guobin and said, "Bingge, it was found on this kid."

This is a pistol converted from a starting pistol. The cost is very cheap. It is the most trashy and funniest black gun on the road.

Sure enough, the person who is happy, the guy who uses color.

Zhang Guobin did not go to pick up the gun, and expressed his knowledge with a little bit.

Spicy Jiang turned his head full of fear, rushed forward crying, stretched out his hands and tried to hug Zhang Guobin's thigh, and yelled heartbreakingly: "Brother Bin! Brother Prince!!!"

"Oh!"

Dongguan Miao kicked hard.

Just kicked him back again.

The second trash can fell over.

Spicy Jiang's chest hurts, so he lay on the trash can all over the place, and said pleadingly, "I really... really didn't want to do anything to you..."

"I...I...I just want to ask Brother Bin to arrange a boat to take me out of Xiangjiang."

"Crack, crack, crack." Spicy Jiang crawled over, weeping bitterly, knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily: "Bing brother! Help me... Now there is no one else in Xiangjiang who can help me!"

"Only you, you are my good big brother!" Everyone in the world knows that Prince Bin values ​​loyalty the most.

"Boom, boom, boom." Spicy Jiang kowtowed vigorously, bleeding from his forehead: "I promise, I promise I will always remember your great kindness, and I will never appear in front of you again!"

But loyalty is not used to break the rules.

Zhang Guobin touched La Jiang's head and sighed: "Why is this, why is this... Today, I really want to help you, but I can't."

"I helped you, what do the brothers at the hall think of me? Because, from the day you met Daoyouhui, you are not our brother, and you have to settle the accounts once with three knives and six holes, and you will not default on each other."

"It's okay if you come to look for me today, but you can bring a guy to look for me today, that's no good." Spicy Jiang came to him, proving that he was in his heart and that his image was loyal enough.

But bringing a guy to him, going too far, is another bill.

Who knows, what will happen if Zhang Guobin brings a few less people around tonight, and Dongguan Miao doesn't find spicy ginger?

OK.

When La Jiang heard Zhang Guobin click on the word "guy", his face became even more terrified. He stepped forward in a panic and wanted to hug his thigh, but was smashed over by the cruel-eyed salt water.

"Ah!"

Chapter 33

"Treachery comes first, guns are the last, La Jiang, what else do you have to say!" After a blow from the salty water, he put his stick on his shoulder and shouted loudly: "According to the rules, seal the box and sink it into the sea, and never see the light of day!"

"Second Master Guan, Brother Bin, leave this matter to me!" Xian Shui turned to Zhang Guobin to ask for orders. Bingo's eyes.

Zhang Guobin nodded slightly.

This is true.

Now, he only needs to say a word, and the brothers under him will follow the rules. Immediately wrap the spicy ginger in a sack, stuff it alive into the cement bucket, then fill the whole bucket with cement, wait for the cement to set, and put it on the boat to go out to sea. , stepping into the sea, no one will ever be able to pick it up.

It’s like putting a sack into the sea in a TV series, and after falling into the sea, breaking free from the rope to escape, sorry, it will never happen in reality.

Reality is always more exciting than movies. The tricks of young and Dangerous boys are far beyond imagination. Everyone is licking blood at the head of a knife. How can they make some low-level mistakes?

Spicy Jiang drove the whole body to lie on the ground, limp like a dead insect, and slightly opened the corner of his mouth: "Bingo...don't..."

he knows something...

The young and Dangerous boys not only really did it, but also dared to go too far.

However, Zhang Guobin never accepted Xianshui's words, but extended his hand to Miao Yishun. At this time, Miao Yishun handed over the modifications he had seized to him.

"Crack!" Miao Yishun also helped the boss to load the gun ahead of time.

Zhang Guobin raised his gun and pulled the trigger. After he was killed by one shot, the brothers would naturally clean up and deal with the aftermath.

But he did not raise the gun, but followed the steps to withdraw all the bullets, including one in the chamber, then opened the safety, turned the gun head with his hands, handed the handle of the gun to La Jiang, knelt down, and persuaded in a soft voice: "La Jiang , My crown prince, Bin, has not learned much in the past few years in the rivers and lakes, and today I will teach you one more thing, you must stand up straight when you are scolded, and you must stand upright when you are beaten."

"Go to the police and surrender. Tonight's affairs will be written off. When you get out of prison, you will thank me."

come out,

Always have to pay.

This night, La Jiang came over with a guy, win or lose, win or lose, reap the consequences, no one can escape unscathed.

Since the 60s, all death sentences in Hong Kong have been pardoned by the Queen of England and changed to life imprisonment. Although it was not until 1993 that Hong Kong officially abolished all death penalty regulations, to a certain extent, the people of Hong Kong in the 60s no longer saw the death penalty. .

Therefore, La Jiang stayed in the club, according to the rules, he was dead, and he went to the police to surrender, but on the contrary, he was a way to survive.

Zhang Guobin's hands will never be stained with blood for a role like La Jiang, and he owes his brother to accept it himself.

La Jiang thought he was going to die, but suddenly found life, raised his head in despair, and looked at Zhang Guobin with shock in his eyes.

"Thank you."

"Thank you, Brother Bin." La Jiang stretched out his hand to take the handle of the gun, swallowed, and slowly stuffed the pistol into his waist.

Dark, alley.

A figure got up tremblingly, limped, and walked out of the alley while leaning on the wall.

Dongguan Miao and Xianshui horse boys looked sideways at him.

There was silence.

"It's really cheap for him."

A horse boy called.

The other brothers did not answer.

Zhang Guobin was smoking a cigar and wearing a black suit. His body was filled with murderous aura and compassion, just like the glaring eyes of King Kong and the lowered eyebrows of a Bodhisattva.

Some people came with guns and returned with guns to surrender.

"Call Huang sir and tell him that there is a gift for him." Zhang Guobin said, flicked the cigarette ash, turned and left the alley.

......

General Administration.

O mind.

Du Zhenghui worked overtime until late at night, when he suddenly heard that the fugitive surrendered himself, he immediately asked his assistant to bring someone to interrogate him. He took the fugitive report and excitedly knocked on the glass door of Huang Zhiming's office.

"Huang sir, spicy ginger has surrendered!" It's good news that a wanted criminal has surrendered. After all, the most popular thing in Xiangjiang is not to surrender, but to run away. There are a lot of wanted criminals who have successfully escaped. Wanted criminals are rarer than pandas.

Huang Zhiming was in the office, raised his head, and said calmly, "I already know."

"Huang sir, did you know the explanation?" Du Zhenghui looked puzzled: "Madam wouldn't call the chief inspector's office, would he?"

"Spicy ginger... the rotten boy who passed from Prince Bin to Dao Youhui, just now Prince Bin called me and gave me a gift. Congratulations on solving a big case and making great achievements. It must be him .”

Du Zhenghui had a look of frustration on his face.

......

When Zhang Guobin sat back on the sofa, his black suit was as exquisite as when he went out. He snuffed out the half-smoked cigar in the ashtray, raised his whiskey glass, and apologized with a relaxed expression: "Sorry, Miss Zhu, the matter is over."

"The trouble I caused tonight has prevented Miss Zhu from going home to rest. If Miss Zhu wants to have a drink or two, I am willing to accompany Miss Zhu to get drunk."

"If Miss Zhu wants to go home, I will drive Miss Zhu back."

Zhu Baoyi had a flushed face and bright eyes, put down the cocktail glass in his hand, and said timidly, "Let's go back."

She understood what Zhang Guobin must have done just now, but there was no trace of beating or killing on his body, he was clean, very different from his father who was messing around in the rivers and lakes back then.

When a boss wants to do things by himself,

His status in the arena is no longer high.

The boss can only do three things, his family, his brother, and his woman.

"Okay, I'll take Miss Zhu back right now." Zhang Guobin drank the wine in one gulp, got up and left with his girlfriend.

"Bingo, Binge..." The younger brothers bowed respectfully all the way.

Zhang Guobin politely opened the door for the lady, asked her to get in the car, got in the car, and left the nightclub together.

One night a few years later, a man with sores on his face and pinholes in his arms often lingered in the nightclubs and bars near Yau Ma Tei. Everyone told him that he was the big boss in charge of the white powder business in this area. As soon as he takes a sip of powder, he will introduce Prince Bin to you, not much, really just one sip!

But when he comes and goes to customers and bosses, he only responds with indifferent shoe soles, spittle, and kicks him to the ground!Who in Xiangjiang doesn't know that Boss Zhang never touches such a small business as "selling fans"?Looking for fans under the banner of Prince Bin, it seems that you are looking for death!