In fact, Du Weiguo has never been very clear about how much influence he has in the world of Hong Kong Island.
In fact, since leaving the country, Du Weiguo has never been in the world of Hong Kong Island. He lives in seclusion and has never seriously interacted with the local communities in Hong Kong Island.
In the Hong Kong Island area, he only came into contact with Lei Luo and Wu Shihao, and the rest were just unlucky people who were killed by him casually.
As for killing Han Sen and supporting Uncle Ninth to rise to power, there was quite a stir. This was done in an extremely obscure manner and only a few people knew about it.
Not to mention a chaotic gang, even among the police force, there are only a few people who really know the truth, and everyone keeps it secret.
Du Weiguo has been dormant in Hong Kong Island for more than half a year and has never made a move. The world is turbulent, new people come to power every day, and new legends are born.
Human beings have always been forgetful, and the fierceness and ruthlessness of the Evil God have long been forgotten. Even Wu Shihao, who had witnessed Du Weiguo's actions with his own eyes, was confused.
Two days later, in the evening, Kowloon, Nathan Road, Tsim Sha Tsui, Man Han Building, Yabao on the second floor.
Lei Luo, who was sitting opposite Du Weiguo, met his half-smiling gaze. Although his expression was relatively calm, his eyes were a little wandering and slightly uneasy.
Lei Luo felt like a mirror in his heart. Why did Du Weiguo find him? The higher he was in a high position, the more he knew how to awe him. He started out in the grass, saw all kinds of things in the world, and was well-versed in human feelings. He knew it very well.
The handsome and outrageous young man in front of me is an out-and-out evil spirit, and he is definitely not comparable to the double bonus sticks of those gangs.
The young and Dangerous boy with an empty mind dared to brazenly call himself King of Hell after fighting several times, killing people several times, and seeing blood several times.
And Du Weiguo's nickname was derived from mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and piles of white bones. His skills were unparalleled in the world and could not be measured by human standards.
The most frightening thing is that the Evil God has no taboos in his actions. His so-called prominent status is worthless in his eyes. Crushing him to death is as casual as crushing an ant on the roadside.
Du Weiguo sat on the chair with a golden sword, a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes were looking at Lei Luo with neither joy nor sorrow, without saying a word.
There was dead silence, and the air in the private room seemed to have solidified. Lei Luo was sitting on pins and needles, and he couldn't hold himself any longer. While he stood up and poured tea, he took the initiative to talk nonsense:
"Mr. Wesley, I haven't seen you for a long time. You are still as charming as ever. Why are you so free to invite me to dinner today?"
Du Weiguo slowly exhaled the smoke, twitched the corners of his mouth, half-smiling, and said in a light tone:
"Brother Lei Luo, I asked myself that during the time I was in Panheng, Hong Kong Island, I was able to calm down and keep to myself. I didn't cause you any trouble, right?"
The meat show is here, Lei Luo's mouth is dry, he can only bite the bullet and play haha:
"Mr. Wesley, you are really joking. With a true god like you sitting on Hong Kong Island, ghosts and monsters are fleeing in all directions. I am not happy enough."
Du Weiguo sneered:
"Ha! Really? Mr. Lei Luo, recently there have been a lot of my exclusive tokens on the ground in Hong Kong Island. Do you know about this?"
While talking, Du Weiguo also gently threw a few imitation bullets on the table. These were all collected by Pang Xiaoqing from the market in the past two days.
Most of the fakes on the market today are crudely made, but there are some that are well-made and can almost look like the real thing.
As the underground emperor of Hong Kong Island, Lei Luo has immense power and sharp eyes and ears. Naturally, he cannot hide the disturbances in the world.
Lei Luo knew that Du Weiguo was a person who did not rub dirt in his eyes. Trying to muddle through was a fool's errand. He subconsciously licked his lips:
"Well, Mr. Wesley, to be honest, I have indeed heard about this matter, but I have never seen your token with my own eyes. It is difficult to tell whether it is true or not. I didn't react when I saw you in person. I thought it was just admiration.
The author’s joke~~”
Although Lei Luo did not dare to deny it, he very cleverly came up with a plausible but plausible reason.
Du Weiguo curled his lips and said in a joking tone:
"Oh, really? Mr. Lei Luo, you can't possibly not know that my brother Wu Shihao, who we have put incense and paid homage to, has seen my token before, right?"
Du Weiguocai didn't have the patience to go around in circles with Wei Snake and Lei Luo, so he turned the table over!
Lei Luo's expression changed suddenly, and he was silent for a long time. Du Weiguo didn't urge him, he just smoked a cigarette leisurely, fingering the bullets on the table intentionally or unintentionally.
The yellow-orange bullets reflected a cold light under the light, which seemed to sting Lei Luo's eyesight. His body shook invisibly, and he made a decision in an instant, and said in a dry voice:
"Mr. Wesley, he was just confused for a moment and was blinded by lard, so he made a big mistake. You, sir, have a lot of money. Please show your kindness and leave him a way out."
Lei Luo is a smart man. He decided not to pretend and chose to show off his cards directly. At the same time, he also kept his posture very low. Du Weiguo glanced at him coldly:
"Oh, Mr. Lei Luo, you are kind and righteous, so you admit that you hid Wu Shihao?"
Last night, when Du Weiguo came to visit, Wu Shihao suddenly disappeared. He was suddenly picked up half an hour before Du Weiguo arrived. Even his family did not know where he had gone.
In Hong Kong Island, the only person in Hong Kong who has such power and can know the whereabouts of Du Weiguo, besides Reina, is Lei Luo.
At this moment, Du Weiguo's eyes were like daggers, and Lei Luo felt cold all over, but he still gritted his teeth:
"Mr. Wesley, if you don't look at the monk's face and look at the Buddha's face, can you give me some face? I am willing to pay 100 million Hong Kong dollars in exchange for Ah Hao's life."
Good guy! 100 million Hong Kong dollars is almost 13 million U.S. dollars. This is definitely not a small amount of money. Even Lei Luo, who is known as a detective with more than 50 years of experience, will definitely have to break his muscles and bones.
To be honest, Du Weiguo was a little surprised by Lei Luo's performance. He smiled with a teasing expression:
"100 million, Mr. Lei Luo is such a generous person. You are very loyal and brotherly. Why, do I look like someone who is greedy for money?"
Lei Luo waved his hands quickly and explained in a panic:
"Mr. Wesley, don't get me wrong. I know that you are not a money-grubber. Just relying on the evil god's golden sign is a priceless treasure.
It's just that Ah Hao was confused for a moment and made such a big mistake. If you make a mistake, you must admit it. This money can be regarded as buying a lesson and showing off your inner feelings. I hope you can give him a chance."
Lei Luo is worthy of being a tycoon. He said this very beautifully and his attitude was very low. It can be said that he gave enough face and dignity. Du Weiguo could not turn his back and could not help but frown:
"Mr. Lei Luo, Wu Shihao is small-minded, greedy for money and disdain justice. Is a person like him really worthy of your all-out efforts to protect him?"
Lei Luo sighed, smiled helplessly and shook his head, his eyes becoming a little distant:
"Alas~ In my early years, before I got rich, when I was just a uniformed patrolman, Ah Hao once saved me, and I owe him my life.
I once swore that I would definitely return his life in the future. Mr. Wesley, you also know that a person’s reputation is as high as the sky.”
Du Weiguo smacked his lips with a promise, and his eyes became softer, no matter what Lei Luo's considerations were.
Whether he values love and righteousness, or whether he values gold and horse bones, his actions are all remarkable. You must know that once he angers Du Weiguo, even his own life will be in danger.
Du Weiguo was thoughtful, gently touched a few bullets on the table, and pondered for a moment:
"Mr. Lei Luo, you helped me before. I planted the flag in Yau Tsim Mong and helped Uncle Jiu to ascend to the throne. You also gave me a lot of face. Okay, today I will reciprocate the favor and return the favor to you."
Upon hearing this, Lei Luo breathed a sigh of relief and looked happy:
"Thank you, Mr. Wesley. I will arrange for the money to be transferred to your account early tomorrow morning~"
Du Weiguo raised his hand and interrupted him:
"Mr. Lei Luo, I haven't finished what I said. Wu Shihao has ruined my reputation. He may be exempted from the death penalty, but he cannot escape from the living penalty.
He can no longer stay in Hong Kong Island, otherwise no one can save him. As for the flour business, I will find another suitable agent. How about it? Are there any questions? "
Upon hearing this, Lei Luo's eyes suddenly flashed with an imperceptible haze. You must know that Wu Shihao is his direct lineage.
Moreover, Lai Hao is also a big boss, not a small fish and shrimp. He has money and people, strong soldiers and horses, and strong strength. He is Lei Luo's strong support in the world.
As soon as Du Weiguo's upper lip touched his lower lip, he simply wanted to expel him from Hong Kong Island, and in an instant he broke Lei Luo's arm.
However, Lei Luo has a decisive character and is well versed in the principle of a strong man cutting off his wrist. He only hesitated slightly and nodded in agreement:
"Okay, I understand. I will make arrangements as soon as possible to let him leave Hong Kong Island."
The changes in Lei Luo's eyes could not be hidden from Du Weiguo, but he didn't care. He still smiled and said slowly:
"In addition, within Hong Kong Island, anyone who has personally imitated my tokens must have their hands chopped off as a warning. Mr. Lei Luo, this is not too much to ask, right?"
Lei Luo had no doubt about this, and he didn't even blink an eyelid. They were just some low-level craftsmen at the bottom, and he didn't care.
"No problem, Mr. Wesley, I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer within three days, ensuring that from now on, no one on Hong Kong Island will dare to desecrate your sign."
Du Weiguo smiled and nodded with satisfaction:
"Okay, one last thing. I don't want this 100 million Hong Kong dollars anymore. Life is difficult in the north now. Please transfer this money to Mr. Huo and let him donate it on my behalf."
Lei Luo gritted his teeth, suppressed his anger and praised: "Okay, Mr. Wesley is really righteous! He is a role model for our generation, and his righteousness is as high as the sky!"
At 8:30 in the evening, Du Weiguo drove away from Manhan Tower with satisfaction. He could easily control Lei Luo and turn everything upside down. Before he knew it, he could be regarded as a big boss.
Lei Luo sat alone in the private room, holding an exquisite celadon wine cup in his hand, his face gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Squeak~"
There was a soft knock on the door, and Lardboy opened the door and walked in. He was fatter than before. In the cold weather, sweat still ran down his face. He looked at Lei Luo's livid face and asked cautiously:
"Brother Luo, how are you? Did the Evil God sell your face?"
Lei Luo took a deep breath, exhaled a long breath, and his tone was neither sad nor happy:
"100 million Hong Kong dollars bought Ah Hao's life, but he has to leave Hong Kong Island immediately and will never be able to get involved in business again."
Lardboy's face suddenly changed and he cursed:
"Go to the street! This Yankee is so arrogant. Does he think he is the Jade Emperor? Brother Luo, what should we do? Otherwise, let's fight him, and just strike first and kill him~"
Lardboy lowered his voice and made a clicking gesture. The meaning was self-explanatory. Lei Luo slammed the wine glass in his hand on the table.
With sharp eyes, he glanced at him angrily and scolded angrily:
"What nonsense are you talking about? What are we going to do with it? With that ghost woman Reina here, can you mobilize the ghost man's mobile troops? Just rely on the .38 we have?"
Besides, he has been in Hong Kong Island for so long, and we haven’t even found out where he lives. We know that he is hiding, elusive, and extremely skilled. How can we fight?"
Lardboy frowned and muttered: "Although he has always been hiding in the dark, his woman is Megan, the boss behind Kunpeng Pictures~"
"boom!"
Lei Luo slammed the table and cursed angrily:
"Lard boy, you are so crazy! If you dare to lay a finger on that woman, the evil spirit will turn around and destroy your whole family, leaving no chickens or dogs behind. Do you believe it?"
Lardboy was disgraced by the scolding and nodded quickly:
"I, I know, I just want to talk freely. Brother Luo, please don't be angry. By the way, I want to expel Brother Hao from Hong Kong Island. With his extreme character, can you agree?"
Lardboy cleverly changed the subject. As expected, Lei Luo frowned immediately after hearing this, his eyes were heavy, and he sighed for a long time:
"If you don't agree, you have to leave, otherwise he will definitely die. I hope he can wake up a little bit. Come on, let's go see him."
Two days later, several horrifying suicides occurred in Hong Kong Island. Several craftsmen who specialized in forging seals cut off their hands and jumped from the building to commit suicide.
In two days, a total of 9 people died. When they died, they all had one thing in common, that is, there were several imitation evil tokens in the pockets of the corpses.
At the same time, there is also a terrible saying circulating in the world: whoever has a fake evil token in his hand must destroy it quickly, otherwise he will definitely die.
Suddenly, the world was filled with tremors, and the evil tokens that were once almost inundated suddenly disappeared, not even a single one was seen.
Tsim Sha Tsui, Ashley Road, an ordinary, slightly boring old apartment, this is the house rented by Uncle Jiu.
It is not easy to live in Hong Kong Island. Uncle Jiu is upright and honest and does not accept illegal money, so he cannot afford to buy a house and can only rent it.
At this moment, in the living room of the apartment, Uncle Jiu, Pang Xiaoqing, and Du Weiguo were sitting around cooking a side stove.
Dabianluo is the way to eat hot pot here in Hong Kong. The soup base is carefully cooked by old hens and fish maw, and the golden aroma is fragrant.
The hot-pot dishes are also very rich, including chicken fillets, fish fillets, beef, shrimp paste, abalone, pork liver, duck liver, squid, fish balls, duck intestines, and a variety of seasonal fresh vegetables.
Naturally, these things were all made by Pang Xiaoqing himself, with a lot of thought, and they are all attractive in color, fragrance and taste.
It had been a long time since Du Weiguo had eaten such delicious home-cooked food. His index fingers suddenly moved like a starving ghost, and he devoured it with great pleasure, like a wind and a cloud.
Uncle Jiu took a sip of the warmed Laohua Diao, rolled his eyes at him angrily, and teased in a teasing tone:
"No way, the majestic evil god, who can decide the life and death of others with just one word, is now eating like a beggar on the street."
There was a bit of resentment in Uncle Jiu's tone. He was a decent and upright man, and he had a grudge against those craftsmen who were forced to commit suicide.
Pang Xiaoqing wanted to smooth things over, but Uncle Jiu stared back fiercely. Du Weiguo, his mouth full of food at the moment, replied vaguely:
"Uncle Jiu, those low-life people in the world usually rely on deceit and deceit to make a living. Why do you pity them? Besides, I didn't do anything."
Uncle Jiu was unmoved and snorted:
"It's true that you didn't do anything, and those guys who coveted the successor of the lame man just killed them all just to please you.
Now a killing order has been issued, and it was issued by the three major associations in Hong Kong together. Oh, God of Evil, it is really a big deal."
Uncle Jiu spoke with a gun and a stick, but Du Weiguo curled his lips in disapproval and said nothing.
Recently, Lame Hao is selling off his property, and word has spread on the street that he has done something wrong and has been expelled from the island by the evil god's order.
This means that the business he previously controlled as a monopoly has become ownerless. This is a huge piece of fat. Now, the entire Hong Kong island is boiling.
Seeing that Du Weiguo disapproved, Uncle Jiu became even more angry, his long eyebrows furrowed and his tone was cold:
"Tell me, are you short of money? Why do you deal with such an unscrupulous business? Aren't you afraid of God's punishment?"
Uncle Jiu's words were so serious that Pang Xiaoqing couldn't bear it anymore and quickly grabbed him and tried to smooth things over:
"Uncle Jiu, please don't get excited. Sir is not that kind of person. He may have some unavoidable reasons."
Uncle Jiu spat: "Bah! What's the reason? He is obviously greedy and blinded by money."
Damn, I can’t eat this meal. Du Weiguo put down his chopsticks helplessly and straightened his expression:
"Uncle Jiu, let me ask you a question, can Hong Kong Island completely ban flour?"
The answer is yes, absolutely impossible. The reason why this thing is banned repeatedly is because of its unparalleled profits, which makes people flock to it. There is no need to elaborate on this point.
In addition, Xiangjiang is an island surrounded by sea on three sides and extending in all directions. Most of its current prosperity is due to sea and land transportation and transit.
While it brings convenience and benefits, it naturally also brings troubles. Wanting to completely ban it is like a fool's dream.
Uncle Jiu's tone was stifled, but he still replied coldly: "Then we can't just be collusive and help others do evil, right?"