Zhai Wenjun frowned: "Go if you are told, where does all this nonsense come from!"
I'm doing something for you, and now you're kicking me out?
Fatty Dong secretly complained, but he didn't dare to show it. He could only smile and say: "Brother Jun, don't be angry, I will listen to you."
Zhai Wenjun snorted, took out a thick envelope from his arms, and threw it away.
Fatty Dong took it over flattered and thanked him profusely.
Zhai Wenjun ignored him, picked up the suitcase in his hand, and turned back to the inner courtyard.
Lei Huaqiang, general manager of Lei's Film Company, was already waiting in the lobby of the inner courtyard.
Zhai Wenjun looked at Lei Huaqiang, and finally a smile appeared on his face: "Ah Qiang."
"Brother Jun."
Lei Huaqiang was doing push-ups. When he saw Zhai Wenjun, he grinned and stood up.
Zhai Wenjun looked at Lei Huaqiang carefully and felt soft when he saw an ugly scar on the other person's face.
After all, there was a fateful friendship between the two.
We have known each other since they were young.
At that time, because Zhai Wenjun was immoral in his private life and often imitated Cao Cao of the Three Kingdoms, when he was discovered, the person involved became angry and chased him in the street with a kitchen knife. When his friend Lei Huaqiang found out, he almost used his life to help resist, which saved Zhai Wenjun from being raped.
Hacked to death.
But Lei Huaqiang still left a scar on his face.
Because of this scar, Lei Huaqiang was nicknamed "Scar Qiang" in the industry.
Therefore, Zhai Wenjun fully trusts Lei Huaqiang.
"Aqiang, how are Lao Yan's arrangements?"
Lei Huaqiang immediately replied: "He has arrived in the United States. I placed him in Detroit, which is sparsely populated and suitable for hiding. However, Lao Yan seems not satisfied."
Hearing this, Zhai Wenjun was a little dissatisfied: "I gave you all the money, and he agreed before, and now he wants to go back on his word?"
"He wants to go to New York."
"impossible!"
Zhai Wenjun paused and said: "The limelight is very tight and there are too many Chinese people in New York. At least during this period, it is absolutely impossible."
"clear."
Lei Huaqiang nodded and said: "I will send people to keep an eye on him and won't let him go out of his way."
Zhai Wenjun nodded and placed the suitcase on the table: "There are 800,000 here, of which 500,000 is the final payment promised to Lao Yan in advance, and there is another 300,000. Take it and go to the United States in person to see how good Lao Yan is.
Yan.”
"Okay, I'll go there myself."
Lei Huaqiang's heart skipped a beat and he lowered his eyebrows.
Zhai Wenjun glanced at him: "Aqiang, this is a serious matter. You are the only one I can trust now. Keep your hands and feet clean and don't take things you shouldn't. Do you understand? When the matter is finished, I will give you another three hundred thousand."
."
"Brother Jun, don't worry, I know how to do it."
…
Outside Lei's Martial Arts School.
Han Sen looked a little surprised when he saw Zhai Wenjun walking out of the martial arts gym.
Just as he was about to get up and catch up, he saw the other party quickly drive away in a commercial vehicle, giving him no chance to catch up.
He stopped and finally gave up. He just hurriedly wrote down the vehicle number, then returned to the martial arts hall and continued to squat.
Squatting from day to night.
Night falls.
Han Sen finally saw a group of fat and strong men walking out of the martial arts hall.
One by one, they all clamored for a treat from the leader, Fatty Dong.
Han Sen smiled.
His legs were sore from squatting. At this moment, he finally saw the target. He was very satisfied for a while and felt extremely relaxed all over.
He stood up, took off his mask, moved his body, and walked towards the six or seven people.
At the same time, he held a long black stick in his hand.
But I saw him lift up the long stick, and with a slight tug, there was a crash, and the long stick split into two parts, revealing the chain in the middle.
Nunchucks have existed since ancient times.
It was carried forward by Mr. Bruce Lee in his previous life.
Although Han Sen's nunchaku skills are not as perfect as Mr. Bruce Lee's, they are still extremely fast and powerful.
In a word, if it hits someone, it will be extremely painful.
At this moment, Fat Zai Dong was boasting: "There is nothing in Hong Kong that I, Fat Zai Dong, can't do. I am the one who is the leader in Kowloon..."
"Yeah?"
Hearing this chuckle, Fat Zaidong suddenly stiffened and turned around suddenly. Before he could see the other person's appearance clearly, he only heard the whistling wind. The next moment, there was a muffled sound and his forehead was hit with a stick. .
Fat Zaidong screamed, his vision went dark, he felt dizzy and almost grabbed the ground with his head.
"What the hell..."
When the five or six friends around him saw this, they suddenly became frightened and angry, and cursed loudly.
Just as he was about to attack the man, he suddenly saw his face clearly and felt that he was slightly familiar. When he thought about it carefully, he was extremely frightened.
In the past two days, this man's fierceness against ten was like a shadow, which has not dissipated in my heart.
At this moment, the devil suddenly appeared again.
Everyone suddenly screamed strangely.
"Depend on!"
“The idea is prickly!”
Before Fatty Dong could persuade him to stay, a group of people scattered and fled in four directions: east, west, north, and south.
Familiar picture.
"..."
Han Sen was holding a nunchuck, and he had just made a starting stance, and was about to start a fight. When he saw this, he didn't know which one to chase, and he was speechless.
When Fat Zaidong saw Han Sen, his legs and feet went weak. He covered his swollen forehead, sat down on the ground, gritted his teeth, and choked out with a look of horror: "I, Jiulong, take the lead... "
Han Sen shook his hand with a stick.
Fat Zaidong screamed, covered the other side of his forehead, and shouted: "A good man, a gentleman should talk but not use his hands..."
Han Sen said nothing, with a cold face, one hand in his pocket, the other holding the nunchaku, and he swung it at Fatty Dong one after another.
The stick is purple and green, and the stick avoids vital points.
"Ah! Killer! Help!"
Fatty Dong lay on the ground rolling around, screaming at the top of his lungs.
Unfortunately, the surrounding area is too remote, even if there are people passing by, they stay away for fear of being unable to escape.
Fat Zaidong was extremely resentful of Han Sen at this time, but he was also extremely scared.
The iron rod suddenly fell on my body, which hurt my bones. But for some reason, I didn't faint.
On the contrary, I am becoming more and more awake.
Damn it!
Finally, he couldn't bear the pain anymore, so he knelt on the ground, pinched his ears and screamed: "Hero, spare your life, hero, spare your life."
"I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore..."
Seeing that the man's voice was getting weaker and weaker, Han Sen finally failed to collect the ninety-nine and eighty-one sticks. When he threw out the fortieth stick, he stopped his hand.
"Who asked you to do this?" Han Sen took out his mobile phone from his body, turned on the recording function, and asked coldly.
Fat Zaidong's eyes were swollen, and when he saw that the phone was recording, he immediately groaned and said: "Myself..."
Han Sen swung the stick over again.
Fat Zaidong lost the strength to scream and quickly changed his words: "It's Zhai Wenjun, the general manager of Miracle Media's Xiangjiang branch! It's Zhai Wenjun! He's 1.78 meters tall, 39 years old, and weighs..."
Before he finished speaking, a voice sounded from the side.
"Is this a result of subjugation?"
Han Sen raised his head and looked at the man who was surrounded by a group of people not far away.
This man's face has scars like ravines and his eyes are like eagle eyes. His expression seems extremely fierce, but his tone is very calm: "You must be Han Sen!"
Han Sen put away his nunchucks and looked at the opponent: "Who are you?"
"I am the person in charge of Lei's Martial Arts School, you can call me Mr. Lei."
Lei Huaqiang walked towards Han Sen with his hands on his back, but did not approach Han Sen. He just stood three meters away and said calmly: "When is the time to retaliate? This matter ends here. I will not hold you responsible. You can go."
"Brother..."
A group of people nearby were filled with righteous indignation, not at all as embarrassed as when they had just escaped: "Is this the end of it? Brother Dong was beaten into a human shape! We have to avenge Brother Dong!"
"Shut up!"
Lei Huaqiang scolded him coldly: "Useless things, each one can run faster than a rabbit! You still have the nerve to mention Fatty Dong? What did you do just now?"
Everyone immediately fell silent.
Han Sen looked at Lei Huaqiang. Judging from his appearance, Lei Huaqiang seemed to be a practitioner. Even the training shirt he was wearing could not hide the bulging muscles on his body. He knew the name Lei Huaqiang. He had read it on a search website not long ago.
I have seen the other party's information. He is a well-known martial arts instructor in the Hong Kong film industry. Many films bear his name. He seems to be proficient in Wing Chun.
Han Sen couldn't help but feel itchy.
He didn't want to play in the gym, that would be too public.
But if it's off the court, he really wants to have a discussion.
Lei Huaqiang noticed Han Sen's fighting spirit. He glanced at the pair of cutlass, his eyelids twitched suddenly, and he took the initiative to say: "It's getting late, I have a schedule tomorrow, so I'll call it a day. Young man, I won't be far away.
Already."
At this time, many passers-by who heard the commotion and came to watch the excitement had gathered around.
There were even police sirens in the distance.
Han Sen thought for a while, lowered the brim of his hat, and finally turned around and left.
"Come back another day for advice."
Lei Huaqiang put his hands behind his back and twitched the corners of his mouth. In full view of everyone, he shook his head and sighed: "Young people can be ignorant, but I cannot be ignorant..."
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