Huang Zhe is already sixty years old, but he has been pampered and well-maintained all year round. He looks like a middle-aged man in his forties. His residence is very simple, but the simplicity reveals elegance and luxury.
For example, a group of ivory carvings placed on the table are worth millions, as well as the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, all of which are authentic works by famous artists. And this is just one of his residences. In a residence like this, he is in
There will be a set in every club.
"Fengfeng, sit down first, haha." Huang Zhe asked Lei Feng to sit down first, and took down a bottle of white wine from the top of the wine cabinet with a smile.
This is a bottle of Moutai with a history of several decades. The market price is more than 5 million, and it is pursued by many collectors. Huang Zhe opened the bottle of Moutai without any distress and poured it for Lei Feng.
"Uncle, I'm not here to drink. I have something to do." Lei Feng pushed away the wine glass and said.
"Speak slowly about important matters, and focus on urgent matters." Huang Zhe brought the wine glass to Lei Feng again and said with a smile: "When you come to uncle's place, no matter what happens, it doesn't matter. Drink, drink."
"Don't drink! Something's wrong!" Lei Feng still refused to drink.
No one has ever rejected Huang Zhe, except Lei Feng. But Huang Zhe didn't show any displeasure, just a little helpless.
"Do you know about Sino-Ocean International?" Lei Feng straightened up and looked into Huang Zhe's eyes and said, "I want to know who is the mastermind behind this."
Whether it is information in the shopping mall or officialdom, as long as you find Huang Zhe, you will definitely be able to find out something. There are many successful businessmen in his high-end club, and there are many high-ranking officials. There is a lot of information flowing in this circle, and any
A piece of information can make someone make a fortune or make a fortune instantly.
This is also one of the most fundamental purposes of establishing this club, to completely become an information exchange center.
"I don't know." Huang Zhe shook his head, thought for a moment and said, "I'm paying attention to Sino-Ocean International, and I'm also trying to guess who made such a big deal. The other party's actions were very purposeful, and they hit the nail on the head without any delay."
Lei Feng didn't want to hear such words. He just wanted to ask who was responsible for the Sino-Ocean International incident. Since Huang Zhe didn't know, then this matter could be sorted out clearly.
"Although I can't figure out who is the mastermind behind the scenes, I have found the source of funds for sniping the stock market." Huang Zhe said simply: "The funds come from Japan. They don't even make any disguise and flow directly into the country.
International stocks are targeted."
"Japanese?" Lei Feng frowned.
"Not necessarily." Huang Zhe shook his head and said, "There may be people who want your family to be completely ruined."
Generally speaking, it is difficult to find out the source of funds used to attack a certain stock. This is a necessary confidentiality method. Such undisguised funds itself shows one problem: intentionality.
Just like the ancient massacres, after killing more than a hundred members of a family, some clues were deliberately left behind to guide people to find the clues. The real culprit escaped from the circle safely.
This is a very simple deception, very easy.
"Okay, I understand." Lei Feng nodded, stood up and walked out without stopping at all.
Huang Zhe seemed to have been accustomed to Lei Feng's style of doing things, and he allowed Lei Feng to leave without stopping him.
But Lei Feng, who had just walked out of the door, came back and said to Huang Zhe: "Uncle, I lack help."
"Yeah," Huang Zhe nodded and said, "You can pick whatever you want, but -"
Huang Zhe paused and warned in a deep voice: "Pay attention to safety."
"I know."
Lei Feng walked out. When he reached the door of the club, he patted the security guard on the shoulder and led him towards downtown Huaihai.
The security guard's name is Zhang Yaoyang. He retired from the special forces. After he retired, he followed Huang Zhe and became a security guard. But his security guard was completely different from a normal security guard. He was the kind of security guard who followed Huang Zhe to various parts of the country.
Every time they go to a club, they will take over the entire club's security system to ensure Huang Zhe's absolute safety.
"Have you ever killed anyone?" Lei Feng asked.
"Killed." Zhang Yaoyang nodded.
"How many were killed?" Lei Feng asked again.
"I can't remember clearly." Zhang Yaoyang shook his head.
"I can't remember clearly." Lei Feng showed a rare smile and said to Zhang Yaoyang: "Let's go, I will take you to kill people."
"good!"
Zhang Yaoyang didn't hesitate at all, and his eyes didn't change at all. Killing was nothing to him, maybe he killed too much.
Under the leadership of Lei Feng, the two people came to a large nightclub and walked straight to the deepest part.
The noisy music was annoying. Lei Feng pushed away the drunken girls who were approaching him one after another with a cold face, and led Zhang Yaoyang to the narrow computer room at the end of the nightclub.
"Who?" A middle-aged man wearing canvas overalls said, walking out of a dark corner and blocking the way of Lei Feng and Zhang Yaoyang.
"I am the God of Thunder." Lei Feng said coldly, letting him see his face clearly.
Hearing this name and seeing Lei Feng's cheek, the middle-aged man's eyes immediately showed a look of crazy worship.
"Thor, it's really Thor! I'll open the door right now, open the door right now!" The middle-aged man immediately jumped to the dark corner where he was staying and pulled down a handle.
"Rumble..."
The floor of the computer room made a rumbling sound, and a hole was revealed in the middle for adults to enter. There was a faint light on the hole, and a row of stairs led directly to the underground.
Lei Feng walked down from the entrance of the cave, followed closely by Zhang Yaoyang.
The stairs probably extend to the third underground floor, and then there is a flat road leading straight ahead.
After pushing open a heavy iron door again, a spacious hall came into view.
This hall is about 500 square meters, with a raised boxing ring in the middle and sofas placed in eight corners around it.
Half of the sofas in the eight corners were empty, and a life-or-death showdown was going on in the boxing ring.
The duel was between a boxer wearing a karate uniform and a strong Russian man who looked like a polar bear.
The strong Russian man roared violently and attacked the thin opponent crazily. Every punch and kick he made was accompanied by a screaming wind, demonstrating an extremely violent sense of power.
The boxer in the karate uniform showed his bright eyes and was extremely calm. He used the smallest movements to avoid the punches and kicks of the strong Russian man. Almost every time, he barely managed to avoid them by wiping his clothes. He looked like he was in the vast ocean.
A flat boat with leaves.
Lei Feng stood there quietly, waiting for the outcome of the fight between the two sides.
"You will win in karate." Zhang Yaoyang said with narrowed eyes.
He could tell at a glance that the two were not at the same level at all. Although karate looked very thrilling and embarrassing, no one could achieve this thrilling and embarrassing situation. He was engaged in a war of attrition, using the simplest movements to consume
The opponent's strength.
When the strength of the strong Russian man is consumed to a certain extent, karate will kill the opponent with one strike without hesitation.
"Kill the opponent with karate within three moves and win." Lei Feng said.
Zhang Yaoyang said nothing and watched quietly.
The karate fighter on the boxing ring has been forced into a corner, seemingly unable to fight back. The strong Russian man, with an arrogant smile on his face, uses his size advantage and his fists that are constantly beating like giant axes to drive the opponent to death.
dead.
Under normal circumstances, when the fight reaches this level, the winner can be determined, so the two people on the sofa have different expressions.
A well-dressed young man in a suit smiled; the other middle-aged man had a disappointed look on his face.
"Hoo ho ho!"
After three consecutive punches, the strong Russian man had forced the karate to the point where he could no longer retreat.
"Die, quack quack quack..."
The strong Russian man laughed loudly, his face became extremely ferocious, and he hugged Karate fiercely.
His first move was to hug him, and his next move would be to slam the person he was hugging to the ground so hard that his brains would burst.
At this moment, a cold, bloodthirsty light suddenly flashed across Karate's eyes. His body suddenly fell downwards, sliding past the strong Russian man's crotch.
The moment he slid over, his body suddenly jumped up, and without even looking, he hit the big Russian man on the back with his elbow.
"Well……"
After receiving a heavy blow, the Russian man threw himself in the corner of the ring.
This is the angle of death, in this fight.
"Roar!!!" The strong Russian man roared angrily, holding on to the railings of the boxing ring with both hands and turning around violently.
He was angry that he was beaten by a weak opponent. He wanted to tear that skinny monkey into pieces!
Just as he turned around, a fist hit his throat fiercely.
"Click!"
The sound of broken throat bones was heard, and the big Russian man's eyes widened. He grabbed his throat with both hands, and his bear-like body suddenly fell downwards. He knelt heavily on the ground and then hit the boxing ring.
He was rolling wildly, his face turned purple due to suffocation, and finally he died of suffocation with his eyes wide open.
Karate stood aside quietly, waiting for the strong Russian man to die, then bent down and saluted the corpse to signify the end of the battle.
The fight ended with a karate blow that killed the enemy. From the beginning to the end, he only used two moves. One to assist and one to kill. It was a neat move.
"Pa bang bang..."
Applause sounded very lonely.
"Mr. Yamamoto wins." One of the people on the sofa spoke.
The young man in a suit stood up, smiled very modestly, and bowed to the other three to express his gratitude.
"Yes, we won, but what happens if we win?" The middle-aged man turned his head and glared at the other two people on the sofa and said: "This is China, not Japan. As long as I, Yang Dongsheng, am here, I will not allow the influence of the little devils.
Penetrate in!"
"Mr. Yang, hehe." A middle-aged man with a big belly smiled and said: "Mr. Yamamoto just came to us to do regular business, he has no other intention, hehe."
"Of course it's good if they are doing business formally, but are they doing business formally?" Yang Dongsheng stared at the potbellied middle-aged man and said, "I found it very clear that the Viper Gang that has risen in recent years has Japanese people.
I think there should be a big connection between the two."
Yamamoto, who was sitting there, was still smiling, watching the three Chinese people arguing.
"Master Yang, according to the bonus rules, if your people lose, they must fulfill their promises." The last thin middle-aged man said with a gloomy look.
It's not that he has a gloomy expression, but that he looks extremely gloomy.
After hearing this, Yang Dongsheng stopped talking.
No one can tamper with the "bonus" rules, no matter who it is.
"Do I also have a say?"
Lei Feng spoke, and while everyone was shocked, he slowly walked to an empty sofa, patted it gently, and then slowly sat down.
"Thor!"
"Thor!"
"..."
"Red Flower" has stood for decades, controlling the underground forces in East China centered on Huaihai City. Each sofa represents an identity, and each sofa represents a strength.
The eight sofas are like the round table founded by Julius Caesar, representing justice, equity and fairness. All frictions will take place on the red flower stage, which is the life and death boxing ring in the middle.
Thor is the only one who sits on the couch with his fists, this is his strength because no one can defeat Thor.
