Sangbiao fantasized about imaginary scenes countless times.
Tonight's dream came true, but He Sheng and the number one warrior couldn't be happy. He fell into the trap of others and was forced to do things that he had no choice but to do. How could he feel happy?
After killing Fei Jian, Sang Biao was stunned for several seconds. He turned to look at the woman lying on the ground and raised his gun again. The naked woman's face was ashen, with tears and runny nose running down her face, and she begged: "Don't kill me, please don't kill me." I, I can serve you for the rest of my life, you can play with me however you want."
Fei Jian had no expression on his face and pulled the trigger. The vixen in front of him, who was famous for being sexy and coquettish in the Hong Kong model industry, was indeed tempting, but if he let her go, there would be more danger and the possibility of being exposed. To avoid future troubles, he had to resort to ruthless tactics. Destroy flowers.
"He is nimble and decisive enough. He is indeed worthy of being a big brother." Yang Chen praised Sang Biao with a sincere smile and clapped his hands gently to show his appreciation.
"It's far worse than you and me." Sangbiao sighed with frustration and emotion. At this moment, when he looked at Yang Chen, he still had no slightest intention to look down on him. Apart from fear, he was only left with the anguish of being determined to kill the thief but unable to save his life. and frustrated.
devil.
Sang Biao thought of a word after re-examining Yang Chen.
It seems that this young guy is too scheming and cunning. Cooperating with such a person is like jumping on the pirate ship and making it impossible to get off.
"Take care of this place." Yang Chen ordered Sirius, who nodded in agreement. For the Arctic Fox elite, destroying corpses and eradicating traces is a knowledge that must be mastered, just like killing people.
"Can I leave?" Sang Biao asked Yang Chen in despair.
"Okay, Long Wu will give Brother Biao a ride." Yang Chen glanced at Long Wu with a smile. Long Wu nodded and took Sang Biao away. Yang Chen then went downstairs and walked all the way without taking a car.
The apartment where Fei Jian died was not far from the Peninsula Hotel. In ten minutes, Yang Chen walked to Victoria Harbor and stopped at the fence of the viewing platform to calmly enjoy the night view.
At two o'clock in the morning, the gorgeous skyscrapers scattered along the harbor were still brightly lit, exaggerating the whole city. The sea breeze was blowing, but it was not cool, and it was hot and humid.
An unknown amount of time passed. Yang Chen, who was deep in thought, lit a cigarette and turned a deaf ear to the footsteps approaching behind him, because he had already determined who it was based on the footsteps.
"Boss, the cleanup is over. The bodies of Fei Jian and the female model have been decomposed and put on the speedboat. They will sink into the high seas tonight to feed the fish. No one can find them." Sirius reported the situation in a low voice. Even if Yang Chen turned his back to him, he still Showing piety and respect like a believer is not an act, it comes from the heart.
In the minds of everyone in Arctic Fox, the man with the slender and muscular figure beside the fence is a god, be it the God of Death or the God of War, and he is worthy of their worship.
"Okay..." Yang Chen turned around, smiled and threw a cigarette to Sirius.
Sirius caught the cigarette, held it between his lips, lit it, and took two puffs of enjoyment. The cigarettes given by his boss, even the cheap ones costing three to five yuan a box, made him happy both physically and mentally.
Dragon, Five, and Nine rushed to the pre-arranged meeting place one after another, standing silently behind Yang Chen, Tianlang said: "Jiang Tianyou Fei Jian, if you finish playing one after another, the underground world of Hong Kong will be in chaos for a long time."
“It’s easy to fish in troubled waters.”
Yang Chen chuckled, deep and playful. He had never planned to do anything in Hong Kong before. Since fate had arranged for him to have a deep intersection with this city, he couldn't come to this trip in vain.
The passing geese leave their voices, and the passing people leave their names.
Hong Kong, the arrogant financial center of Asia, cannot only be engraved with the glory and glory of the four major families. Yang Chen was in high spirits, and a few words from the heroic poems of the great man came to mind: The country is so beautiful that it has attracted countless heroes to bend their waists, and they are all gone. Counting famous people, let’s look at the present day!
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Fei Jian disappeared.
Feng Peipei, the fat girlfriend and model who is expected to win this year's Miss Hong Kong beauty pageant, has disappeared. The building where Feng Peipei lives and the key surveillance cameras around the building are all faulty and no valuable information has been recorded. The police are overwhelmed and under great pressure.
Hong Kong's underworld is shaken again.
This is a storm that wraps He Shenghe into the center of the whirlpool.
Other gangs are gloating over the misfortune, He Sheng and everyone are in danger, Fei Jian is not seen alive, and dead bodies are not found. The whole gang is in turmoil. In an emergency, there must be a strong leader.
Sangbiao, the best candidate.
The uncles and elders who were good at controlling the weak and restraining the strong were helpless and recommended Sang Biao. The other eldest brothers were unwilling to offend the super powerful Sang Biao. In addition, Sang Biao was tempted to win over and lure him. No one stepped forward.
be opposed to.
Sangbiao's rise to power is a foregone conclusion.
Yang Chen learned of the result and decided to leave Hong Kong. He strangled Sang Biao and indirectly controlled He Shenghe. As for other things, he should not rush for a while. He should accompany Uncle Cao back to Canada to get revenge.
Vancouver, Canada, the home of Big Circle.
In a Chinese community, a star-rated hotel was booked by Zhang Jin to hold a wedding for his son. On the wedding day, gang bosses from all walks of life, wealthy Chinese celebrities and celebrities came to congratulate him.
In the grand lobby of the hotel.
Zhang Jin and his wife welcomed the guests, with a spring breeze on their faces and a good complexion.
In fact, the new leader of the big circle was very uneasy. Tang Wenjing returned from Hong Kong and brought him the worst news. Cao Zhenhua was alive and well, and his style seemed to be as good as before.
The threat is still there.
How can Zhang Jin feel comfortable being the boss?
However, when his son's wedding day comes, he can only take care of the trivial matters at hand. Hong Kong's Cao Zhenhua has been handed over to Wu Jianzhong and Wu Jianxiao. These two brothers are also the planners and direct participants of the Cao family tragedy. They will definitely do their best. It is said that they have hired
The world's top mercenary team entered Hong Kong to assassinate Cao Zhenhua.
"Mr. Sol, welcome." Zhang Jin and his wife took two quick steps to greet several foreigners who had just entered the hotel lobby. The leader was none other than Sol, the chief butler of the Hells Angels.
"On behalf of Mr. Rand, I would like to offer my most sincere blessings. I wish your whole family will be bathed in the gospel of the Lord and be happy and happy." Saul was like an old gentleman, polite and courteous.
Zhang Jin laughed heartily and asked Sol to go inside.
Old Rand sent Sol to attend his son's wedding. Doesn't it mean that he indirectly recognized that he is in charge of the big circle? As long as Cao Zhenhua does not return to Canada to cause trouble, his status will become more and more stable.
At this time, Zhang Jin was thinking a lot and was secretly proud.
The hotel's backyard is quite large and lush, with the exquisite beauty of a Chinese garden. On the neatly manicured lawn with a water curtain composed of a set of fountains as the background, there are two hundred chairs neatly arranged, and a red carpet tens of meters long is hanging from it.
Then, the viewing area was divided into two.
The auspicious time has arrived.
The wedding venue was packed with guests.
The band plays music and the emcee takes the stage.
Zhang Jin straightened his suit and tie, waiting to go on stage. When he saw Wu Jianzhong, who had arrived late, he hurriedly waved to Wu Jianzhong and asked in a low voice: "How is the situation in Hong Kong?"
"Twenty of the top mercenaries have arrived. I'm afraid it's not safe. I sent Jianxiao to supervise them personally. They should be able to capture them." Wu Jianzhong smiled easily and confidently, and added: "Arctic Fox's people will assassinate the president.
Dignitaries are out of the question, let alone Cao Zhenhua, who is barely surviving."
