Fatty Wang looked at Xiang Que, who was waving his hand towards him, and said to the phone: "Uncle, I was just implicated. The real owner is not me. I was the one who got the blame."
On the phone, Wang Zhongguo asked directly: "That kid of yours named Xiang?"
"Well, it's not our family's business, so I don't have the nerve to trouble you, right? Kneel or stand and let the other party explain the problem. You don't need to take action. My little friend will solve it by himself." Wang Xuanzhen politely rejected Wang Zhongguo's suggestion.
kindness.
"Haha, young people are all frivolous, huh? The boss of Heshengtang is called Yuan Kui. He is thirty-eight years old. He used to be a pony, but because he dared to fight, he rose to the top quickly. He joined the club at the age of eighteen and twenty-two.
It’s Hong Gong. At the age of twenty-eight, he became the leader of Hesheng Hall. There is some news that you need to know.
There is a rumor in the world that Situ Shengyun seems to have adopted Yuan Kui as his godson. This news has been spread, and it has not been denied or acknowledged by the two parties involved. Anyway, it is said so by some confused people. Situ Shengyun is over fifty.
When Yuan Kui went to pay homage to his birthday, many people saw him performing a great ceremony of kneeling down and worshiping Situ Shengyun."
Wang Xuanzhen scratched his nose, turned to Xiang Que and said, "He is quite capable of beating, shall we go?"
"Does the value of the battle have anything to do with us?" Xiang Que lowered his head and said expressionlessly.
"If you need help, just give me a call. We have to be landlords in Guangdong, right? We can't let that kid of yours down." Wang Zhongguo warned Wang Xuanzhen again before hanging up the phone.
Wang Xuanzhen squinted, patted Xiang Que's shoulder and said, "Why do I feel that my uncle seems to be showing good intentions to you?"
"I can't help it, I'm popular," Xiang Que boasted low-key to himself.
"Yuan Kui, I heard that I have a close relationship with Boss Situ and I have recognized him as my godfather."
Xiang Que shrugged his shoulders and said: "There is a high chance that people who are stabbed in the back are done by one of our own people. Why? Because it's hard to guard against. Besides, godfathers and godsons are related by blood.
You can still argue with each other, so what are you doing?"
"Strike while the iron is hot? Otherwise, if the other party tries to follow suit, we should still be on guard."
In the hotel, a room was filled with smoke. There were three people sitting on the sofa, each holding a cigarette in their hand. There were also a pile of cigarette butts thrown on the floor.
After a long time, a man with a shaved head and a fierce look knocked on the sofa with his fingers and said in a hoarse voice: "Isn't it obvious that you are looking for trouble if you are still here causing trouble? Why, do you think this place in Kaiping is too quiet? Still?
Need some more news?"
Opposite the bald man, there were two men sitting. One was the same age as him and was wearing a crisp suit. The other was obviously a few years older. The only distinguishing feature was a scar on his face diagonally from the corner of his eye to his mouth.
"Haha, does it count just two people as news? Who can check how many people die every day here in Lingnan? There are dead bodies in the sea every day to feed the fish, people are drowned in the river every day in Xiangjiang, and many people die on the streets. In Lingnan
Dead people are not news," the scarred man said nonchalantly as he flicked the ashes from his cigarette.
"The key is that Mr. Yun has just died. There are many official people here. Have you seen the police outside? There are people checking at intersections. Killing people at this time can easily make the police nervous," the man at the critical moment said with a frown.
"Why are the police so nervous if they can't see the body? Those two killers are my regular workers, so I can rest assured." The scarred man spread his hands, looking relaxed and contented.
The scar-faced man is Yuan Kui, the youngest boss of Heshengtang. The scar on his face is the beginning of his fame. When he was twenty years old, he was raped by a club while carrying a seven-hole machete.
More than 20 people gathered in Bolan Street.
With one stab, he broke out of the siege and killed a club brother who was leading the team at the time. It is said that he was hit with a total of sixteen stabs in that battle, and the blades were all to the bone, especially the one on his face from the corner of his eye to the edge of his mouth.
, directly disfigured the person.
After that battle, Yuan Kui rose to power quickly. Within a few years, he showed up in Heshengtang, and gradually climbed to the position of boss.
The man in a suit who had been silent all this time suddenly asked: "How long has it been?"
Yuan Kui stretched out his hand to look at the time and said: "More than twenty minutes have passed since the first miss. At that time, gunshots were fired on the street. The two of them ran away, and the two people below me chased and followed them."
"Didn't you say that those two experienced people often do this kind of thing?" The man in the suit said calmly with his eyes closed: "You can't kill two people with no skills in twenty minutes?"
"Maybe it's over," Yuan Kui said with his eyebrows twisted, and then continued, "I'll call and ask."
"Beep, beep, beep..." The first call didn't go through. After two minutes, Yuan Kui called twice, but still didn't get through.
"Ugh!" Yuan Kui started to sweat a little on his forehead, not because he was afraid that one of his men would be in trouble if he failed, but because this time he asked someone to kill the two young men as a sign of his surrender.
If you don't understand the matter, how can you vote for this name?
The man in the suit stood up, walked out of the room with his hands behind his back, followed by the bald man.
"Let's deal with the aftermath. I can think it's a coincidence that you missed once, but if you fail to handle it twice, it's a problem of your ability. Do you understand?" The man in the suit told Yuan Kui before going out.
"Well, just wait for the news, those two people will die."
"Bang Dang" After the two people went out, Yuan Kui leaned on the sofa and lit another cigarette.
Outside the room, a man in a suit walked in front, followed by a bald man who asked: "Why must we kill those two people? They are not from Hongmen, what impact can they have on our affairs?"
"Every factor is a stumbling block to success. A piece of mouse droppings can turn a pot of soup into a fishy soup. A rocket can't reach the sky if it lacks parts. Why can't these two people have an influence on our affairs?" The man in the suit turned to look at the bald man and said:
"I had two chances to be Situ Shengyun before, but I failed both times. Do you know what happened?"
"Is it related to those two people?"
"That's right, they were the ones who got in the way. Situ Shengyun is dead now, but isn't Situ Ziqing still there? I heard that this woman was very close to that young man when he was in Shanghai. He can help Situ Shengyun.
You can help Situ Ziqing, do you understand?"
"The possibility that Yuan Kui will miss is very high. What should we do next?"
The man in the suit smiled and said: "What should I do? Just wait for them to continue to die."
Ten minutes later, it was already midnight.
Yuan Kui was still in the room thinking about how he could figure out what the man in the suit told him. Two figures outside his room walked out of the elevator and opened his door with the room card.
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