"Crack!"

"Crack!"

A member of the Flying Tigers took out his equipment, pulled the gun bolt, and checked the firearm.

Confirmed!

They began to insert magazines into the weapons one by one and wear them on their bodies...

The meeting with the boss is about to begin!

They want to help the big boss finish the matter first, and then stay in Macau for two days to enjoy themselves.

The Vietnamese gangsters are so meticulous in their work that they even have mobile hoods in their backpacks.

This is probably what Rose specially ordered...

So after putting on their equipment, the Flying Tigers members put on their hoods specially designed for action, revealing only a pair of murderous eyes and a mouth that was strictly guarded.

A group of tourists wearing suits crossing the sea turned into a majestic and fierce Flying Tigers in the blink of an eye!

"Squeak!"

"Squeak!"

Hotel Lisboa.

door.

A stretched Rolls-Royce stopped.

Several Lisboa gang cars were parked behind.

Several greeters came to greet him.

The Lisboa Hotel has already received personal instructions from Mr. He. Although it has not reached the level of closing the hotel, a fast lane has been cleared from top to bottom of the hotel to prepare for Mr. Zhuang's arrival.

Of course, it's not a big deal for everyone to sit down and have tea together.

There is no need to cause trouble to tourists from all over the world in the Lisboa Hotel.

After all, there are tens of thousands of gamblers in Lisboa, and the turnover exceeds 100 million every day.

Mr. Zhuang has no habit of disturbing tourists.

A fast lane is just right.

The security, concierge, and adaptive students of Hotel Lisboa are well prepared and have been waiting for Mr. Zhuang for a long time.

The two greeters opened the front door of the luxury car for the distinguished guests, and Mr. He raised his hand to greet them.

Mr. Zhuang nodded, stooped and stepped out of the car.

After standing firm, he stretched out his hand to hold Rose's left hand, and got off the car with his female companion.

Mr. He gathered up his suit with a smile, followed suit slowly, and raised his hand sideways to ask Mr. Zhuang to go first...

The members of the Lisboa Gang got out of the car and followed them. They looked around with cautious expressions and carried weapons bulging around their waists. They protected Mr. Zhuang and Mr. He in the middle...

Drinking tea is drinking tea.

Negotiations are not fake either.

No matter how relaxed Mr. He and Mr. Zhuang appear, security work is the top priority.

Who knows whether "Bengyaju" will jump over the wall in a hurry?

Although it is impossible for Beng Yaju's ability to hurt Zhuang Sheng, He Sheng.

But it’s not good to scare the two big bosses!

Security work is very important!

The Vietnam Gang convoy carrying the Flying Tigers jumped into the underground passage like running water, drove into the underground parking lot, and stopped steadily at the door of several employee elevators.

All the elevators used by hotel guests cannot be controlled! However, the hotel's employee elevators have been blocked for a limited time! From the moment the convoy arrived at the Lisboa Hotel, the employees climbed the stairs and walked within fifteen minutes, leaving the employee elevators to the people brought by Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang and his people were angry with Mr. He.

The heavily armed Flying Tigers are too high-profile! They must operate covertly to avoid causing big gossip among the people!

Mr. He also arranged floors and rooms for the Flying Tigers, and provided monitoring and security cooperation to ensure the Flying Tigers' actions.

"Crash." At this time, the Flying Tigers opened the door and jumped into the elevator in a well-trained manner. There were four elevators in total, and they were full of thirty people.

The Flying Tigers were divided into five six-man squads and two operational groups, each with three squads. According to the regular combat preparations, they quietly laid a large net. Support Sir Zhuang! Dig Bengyaju's grave!

"Get off! Get off!"

"The administrative corridor to the tenth floor is ready! Group A is responsible for the left aisle, and Group B is responsible for the right aisle. All suspicious persons should be restrained! If there is any movement in Sir Zhuang's box, pounce immediately!" Zhou Xingxing gave the order through the headset in the elevator.

Thirty team members responded in unison: "Yes, sir!"

The Vietnamese gangster felt deeply ashamed when he saw the Flying Tigers' orderly and uniform ability to act.

What is a special operations elite?

What is Young and Dangerous?

Oh shit!

What a difference!

The number one gunman in the Vietnamese gang, "Sai Kung Tsai," is awesome, right? He is also the number one figure in gangs in Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan, but he can pick up any Flying Tigers member and beat him! And he beats him on the floor!

When the Vietnamese gangsters saw Boss Zhuang dispatching troops, they were a little confused for a moment. Who is Bengyaju? He dared to challenge Mr. Zhuang!

And in the lobby of the Lisboa Hotel.

"He Sheng."

"Zhuang Sheng."

"Good morning."

"He Sheng..."

"Zhuang Sheng..."

A concierge bowed and stopped to say hello.

Zhuang Shikai nodded with a smile, returned the greeting gently, and expressed his gratitude to the greeters.

Also show some respect.

Although being a concierge is a job and you get paid to do things, people are not tools, and the profession is neither high nor low.

At most, it’s the difference between you having money now and you not having money now.

Since someone comes to greet you and smiles at you to express welcome, you should also give the other person a smile and express your gratitude to the other person.

Everyone respects one foot.

I respect you one foot.

This is Sir Zhuang's principle.

However, his identity is there.

He won't be too pretentious either.

"Ding Dong."

Zhuang Shikai, Mei Mei, and Mr. He walked to the elevator door. An elevator door opened in time. A greeter wearing white gloves blocked the elevator door, bowed and said: "Sheng He, Mr. Zhuang, Mrs. Zhuang, please come in."

"

"Thank you." The three of them nodded their thanks and walked into the elevator. The greeter stopped and did not follow. The elevator did not need to be arranged by floor. Instead, it went directly from the control room to the top floor of the hotel, to the VIP Presidential Room on the 11th floor.

…

"Drink tea!"

"Drink tea!"

Eleventh floor.

Inside the VIP presidential suite.

Zhuang Shikai and Mr. He were sitting opposite each other in the living room of the suite, on both sides of a small round table in the middle, each raising a cup of hot tea.

"sip."

"sip."

The two of them raised their glasses and drank the tea.

Rose crossed her legs and sat on a sofa next to her. The sofa seat was right next to Sir Zhuang.

Obviously, today's protagonist is Mr. Zhuang.

She was sitting in the standard escort seat.

Today it is up to the husband to sing and the wife to follow.

On the round table in front of Zhuang Shikai and Mr. He, there are several cages of chicken feet, pork ribs, kale and other refreshments, which serve as embellishments for the morning tea. If you are bored, you can use chopstick holders to place a few chopsticks.

In front of both of them were a set of exquisite ceramic tableware, ivory chopsticks, and sterilized napkins.

"Come on, come on."

"Let's have morning tea first."

"Aju will be here soon."

Mr. He put down his teacup and preached.

"It doesn't matter."

"Not urgent."

"Let's talk first."

Zhuang Shikai picked up his chopsticks and smiled.

Next to the two people, there were several waiters busy working, and on the left and right stood two rows of suit boys from the Vietnamese Gang and the Lisboa Gang. The appearance was both formal and majestic.

…

Fifteen minutes later.

A Mercedes Benz parked at the door.

Bengyaju opened the car door and stepped out of the car.

I saw him wearing a black jacket, wrapped tightly around his body, bulging, raised his head and shouted: "I am Bengyaju!"

"I'm here to discuss something with your boss He."

The gold-lettered signboard of the Lisboa Hotel hangs on the door.

Bengyaju was thinking: "How much money can a casino make in a day? One million? Five million? TMD! It shouldn't be 10 million, right?"

At this time, a hotel manager in a suit came forward with a smile and said: "Mr. Yin, Mr. He is already waiting for you upstairs."

"I'll take you there."

"Okay!" Beng Yaju nodded, followed the hotel experience with his head held high, and followed the directions all the way to the elevator. He also enjoyed the privilege of special elevator control, and went straight to the top of the eleventh floor.

After all, Bengyaju is a dangerous person.

There is no need for him to have too much contact with guests.

It does not mean that Beng Yaju has the qualifications to sit on an equal footing with Mr. He and Mr. Zhuang...

Several security guards in suits at the entrance of the hotel immediately noticed Beng Yaju's whereabouts from the moment Beng Yaju got off the bus, and pressed their headsets to report the situation to Mr. He.

In the VIP box on the top floor, a Lisboa gang leader received the news and stepped forward to whisper a few words to Mr. He. Mr. He immediately laughed loudly and said: "Zhuangsheng, Aju is here alone."

"How brave!"

Zhuang Shikai picked up the tea cup and said with a smile.

"It's just Xiaoyong."

Mr. He said hehe.

Right.

After all, Bengyaju is a self-made gang boss.

There is no great courage or wisdom.

Xiaoyong, who went to the meeting alone, was still a little confused.

Nothing.

After receiving the message, Rose turned around and gave Sai Kung Tsai a wink, and Sai Kung Tsai passed the news that Beng Ya Ju was coming alone to the Flying Tigers waiting in the stairs.

At the same time, Bengyaju stepped on the carpet in the corridor on the top floor and followed the manager's guidance to the door of the suite. Looking at the red solid wood door in front of him, he thought to himself: "Casino, casino! I must open a casino!"

I, Bengyaju, must have a casino in Haojiang!"

There is a casino in Haojiang!

This is probably every Macau person’s dream!

"I want to break through the dragon gate!" Beng Yaju clenched his fists and creaked, and the red door of the presidential suite opened.

Two adaptors wearing white gloves opened the doors on both sides.

Bengyaju raised his head and walked into the room.

I saw two big guys holding teacups, legs crossed, sitting on both sides of the round table in front, looking at him with interest.

"This is the real big boss!"

Bengyaju's heart was racing.

He had the illusion that he could talk to the two bosses on the same stage.

Although Bengyaju grew up in Macau, he never really played in a casino.

I used to be really poor.

It's not long enough to make a fortune now.

This was actually his first time entering a casino, and he was very curious about all the facilities in the casino, and he didn't see any disparagement or disdain in the eyes of the hotel manager.

He even figured out how to run the casino.

Learn Portuguese!

"Wait!" At this moment, two horsemen in suits raised their hands to stop him, and stepped forward to search him. One touched Beng Yaju's trouser legs, and the other searched Beng Yaju's arms...

Bengyaju opened his arms calmly at the beginning, but when the man in the suit touched his trouser leg, he kicked him away and shouted: "I'm here to Zhuang Sheng, He Sheng invited me to drink tea! You are qualified too."

Search my balls?”

Bengyaju speaks very wildly.

Mr. He winked at Mr. Zhuang.

Bengyaju pushed away another Ma Zai who was searching him.
Chapter completed!