Gao Ning was wearing a newly bought suit, leather shoes, and tie, standing under the streetlight across the road, squinting and smoking.
Perhaps it was too late at night and the busy streets were already deserted.
Occasionally a car would pass by, but it would pass by in a hurry and hardly linger.
The street was very quiet, and the surroundings were dark. Only the lights on the second floor of the tea house were still on, and there was a vague noise.
In the largest private room, Brother Fu, who is wide and fat, sits on the main seat facing the door like Maitreya Buddha.
Next to him were two girls wearing heavy makeup, one on the left and one on the right.
One was wearing a cheongsam and the other was wearing a kimono. They were wrapped around Brother Fuqi's body as if they had no bones. They acted coquettishly to please him from time to time, making Brother Fufu laugh frequently.
In front of him was a long marble table that was two meters wide and five or six meters long, filled with all kinds of big fish and meat.
A lot of young men and women gathered around, chatting, fist pumping and drinking. It was very noisy and lively.
The two young and Dangerous guys next to each other didn't know how to discuss it, but suddenly pushed the woman next to them out and asked them to stand on the table and dance.
The two women are already in this industry, and they are not afraid of stage. Their slender high heels look like midnight stars, singing a familiar tune with specially changed words.
In this lively scene, a red-haired man huddled in a corner with several younger brothers, their bodies more or less wrapped in bandages, looking extremely miserable.
They were silent, drinking wine or smoking cigarettes in silence.
Occasionally, some people would move a lot and yell twice, baring their teeth, but no one would pay attention.
Obviously, this group of guys is the red-haired guys who were sent to find trouble in the restaurant today.
Hong Mao was hiding in the hospital because he was not doing things well today and was injured again.
I thought I would put it off for a few days and get things over with.
Unexpectedly, I got a call from my boss at night and had to attend the party with my injuries.
I don’t know if they arrived a little late, but when they arrived, a group of people were already drinking and having fun, and no one paid attention to them at all.
In normal times, Hongmao and the others would definitely not give up and rush forward with a bottle of foreign wine to make trouble and compete for face.
But today, he wished no one would pay attention to him.
Unfortunately, their bandages are too conspicuous and are destined to attract attention.
A young and Dangerous boy didn't know whether he moved too much or drank too much. He poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth and choked it directly into his throat.
On the spot, he lay on the ground uncontrollably and started coughing.
People around him pointed at him and laughed.
The young and Dangerous boy's face turned red, and he wanted to argue but was speechless. When he saw Hong Mao and the others, his eyes lit up, and he coughed and pointed at Hong Mao.
Seeing that the drunkards behind him didn't respond, he simply took a cup and smashed it directly.
I heard a scream.
A younger brother covered his head and huddled on the ground, twisting and turning.
The scene fell silent for a moment, and everyone looked over.
A drunk man's eyes suddenly widened: "Red hair? What's wrong with you? Why do you have white hair on your body?"
A drunk man next to him immediately scalped him and cursed: "Are your eyes angry? Those are obviously red hairs!"
"That's a bandage! You two idiots!"
Someone who was still awake stood up and walked over unsteadily.
He reached out and pulled the bandage, and Hongmao pulled it back angrily, wanting to kick him over.
"What are you doing!"
"I went, but I was actually injured? I said, why haven't I seen you all day? What's going on?"
The man yelled, and without waiting for Hongmao's reply, he turned his head and pointed at Hongmao and shouted: "Brothers, Hongmao is injured!"
"What?"
The group of people became furious and stood up unsteadily one by one, clamoring for revenge.
Brother Fuqing was enjoying himself when the scene suddenly changed and the room suddenly became murderous. He was stunned: "What's going on?"
"Brother, Hongmao is injured!" someone shouted.
Brother Fuqi frowned, pushed the two women away, leaned forward slightly with his fat body, and pressed his two hands like pig knuckles on the marble table. The huge force made the plates and bowls on the table shake.
It trembled slightly.
"What's going on? Red hair?"
Hearing his shout, a group of drunkards woke up a little and moved out of the way.
Hongmao just fell into Brother Fuqi's sight openly.
Brother Fuqi's eyes widened: "What are you..."
When Hongmao was asked about the sad thing, his face was sad and he gritted his teeth.
He suddenly said: "I'm sorry, brother, I messed up what I did this morning!"
"What happened in the morning?"
Brother Fuqing scratched his head with a confused look on his face.
A guy next to him wearing glasses and looking like a dog-headed military counselor quickly came up to him and whispered a few words in his ear.
A light suddenly flashed in Brother Fu's eyes: "Tea restaurant? Why did it get messed up? Someone stopped it? A police officer? Or someone from some other club?"
"None of them!" Hong Mao shook his head: "It's..."
It was a bit hard for him to express.
However, as the atmosphere gradually became tense, under everyone's gaze, Hong Mao looked at his brother and decided to speak out.
"yes……"
"It's an unrelated passerby!"
A voice suddenly came from outside the door, and before anyone could react, the door had been pushed open.
Gao Ning walked into the private room step by step with a cigarette in his mouth, as if he was the real protagonist of the party.
The red-haired pupils dilated, pointing at him and saying: "You, you, you..."
"What are you doing? You can't even speak in a polite way! Get out of here!"
Gao Ning curled his lips, glanced at everyone present, and smiled warmly, revealing his white teeth: "Hello everyone, this is our first meeting, please take care of me!"
"..." The scene was quiet.
Brother Fuqi didn't respond. He stared at Gao Ning with drunken eyes for a long time without responding.
Gao Ning waited for a long time, but these guys didn't make any move, which made him feel a little distressed.
He scratched his head with the hand holding the cigarette and sighed: "Oh, sometimes I really don't understand how idiots like you survive..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! At this time, Brother Fuqi suddenly got a sudden idea and screamed: "It's an enemy, kill him!"
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch..."
This scream was like turning on some switch, and a group of drunkards rushed forward, howling.
Some of them carried wine bottles, some took out the daggers they carried, and some simply carried plates. The crazy charge was like a mad dog being released from the gate, which was really terrible.
Gao Ning was speechless and his cigarette fell to the ground.
"Forget it, I shouldn't talk to you!"
He has been around Hong Kong Island for a long time. Even if he has never been in a low-level society and has never eaten pork, he has seen pigs running away.
But this is the first time I have seen someone like Hong Fu.
Were they not killed? Is it because they followed the rules too much? Or is it because it is so difficult that the big clubs don’t even bother to step on it?
Gao Ning complained in his heart and kicked back the guy who was at the front.
That guy knocked down three or four people like a cannonball, and the charging momentum of a group of people was immediately interrupted.
Gao Ning succeeded with one blow and showed no mercy.
He put his hands in his pockets and opened his eyes half-closed. He lazily took a step forward and kicked another guy who was rushing towards him to the right with a roundhouse kick. He also knocked away a guy who was trying to sneak attack.
Immediately afterwards, he received another sweeper's kick, and two of them fell down on the spot.
Next, Hongmao and his injured little brothers watched Gao Ning kick a child like he was chopping melons and vegetables, knocking down all his brothers who could beat him.
These bastards had drunk too much, were groggy, and were on the verge of coma.
Gao Ning kicked and kicked them all, sending them to sleep.
Some of them were kicked in the stomach and lay on the ground in discomfort, vomiting.
But before he could even vomit, he was kicked on the head and sent down with him.
Gao Ning fought all the way forward with almost no obstacles in his step. In less than half a minute, he stepped on the marble table and walked to Brother Fuqing.
The two women who were lying on top of him had already run away, hiding far away, looking here in horror.
At this time, Brother Fuqi had already sobered up by three points. His face was full of drunkenness, and he stood up slowly like a bear about to go crazy with alcohol.
"you……"
"Shut up! I'm too lazy to listen!"
Before he finished speaking, Gao Ning had already kicked Brother Fuqing on the head.
Then the fat man fell to the ground, the ground trembled, and the room became quiet again.
Gao Ning came back to his senses and glanced at the accompanying girls, making them tremble with fear.
Pay attention to them.
Gao Ning slowly walked back to Hongmao, squatted down slowly, and showed a gentle smile to his frightened eyes.
He tried to reach out and touch the red hair, but he was so frightened that he repeatedly drew back.
"Don't be nervous! I'm not a bad person, I just have a question to ask you! How about you tell me obediently and I won't embarrass you?"
"You...you..." Hong Mao's eyes were very flustered.
He looked left and right at his brothers who were also injured, and got some encouragement from them.
Unexpectedly, his brothers were more decisive than him. As soon as his eyes glanced over, each of them fell unconscious on the spot and fell to the ground. There was also one lying on the ground twitching, as if he had epilepsy.
The corner of Gao Ning's mouth twitched, and he reached out and tapped the man's arm: "Hey, the show is over!"
The man stopped smoking immediately.
The red hair was speechless.
Gao Ning spread his palms: "Look, there's no point in struggling! Come on, tell me, where is Hong Fu's money?"
He smiled, stretched out his hand to help Hong Mao straighten his collar, and patted the dust on his body.
Hong Mao gritted his teeth and said nothing, his eyes drifting to the door involuntarily.
Gao Ning looked at the door, "You mean the other side? That's just a utility room, right? What's so fishy?"
Under Gao Ning's eyes, Hongmao was defeated, lowered his head, closed his eyes tightly, and said vaguely: "There is a safe hidden in the electrical cabinet!"
"That's it! Thank you for your cooperation!"
Gao Ning touched his head and stood up: "By the way, I may need some manpower recently. You don't have to count on Hong Fu. Your lucky brother will most likely become an idiot when he wakes up tomorrow morning.
Whatever needs to be dealt with, deal with it in advance.
If you don’t want to hang out on the street, just look for opportunities to study. If you still want to give it a try, remember to come to me! The address is that restaurant!"
After Gao Ning said this, he turned around and left.
With Hongmao's guidance, I found the safe in the electrical box smoothly.
Not to mention, although Hongfushe is small, the safe is not small. It is actually eighty centimeters high and about sixty centimeters thick at least. It is just like a small refrigerator.
Gao Ning doesn't have a password, and he doesn't need a password.
He simply looked at the structure of the safe and stretched out a finger.
The thoughts that had been immersed in the body were instantly activated and gathered on the fingertips, forming an extremely thin section.
He traced along the border with his finger.
Then with his gentle tapping, the front door of the safe came off like a building block.
There are two floors inside. There are a lot of banknotes stacked on the upper floor. Most of them are Hong Kong dollars. It looks like there are two to three hundred thousand. A small part is US dollars. There is only one pile.
Gao Ning took it out and took a look, and found that it only had 10,000.
"It's really a small club!"
He shook his head, not dissatisfied, took out the banknotes and stuffed them into different pockets on his body.
There are many documents placed in a compartment under the safe.
Gao Ning took it out and flipped through it, and found that a small half of them were all loan procedures, with different signatures on them, and the amounts ranged from a few thousand to tens of thousands.
The top one also borrowed 100,000 yuan.
He briefly browsed through it, picked out a few that had huge amounts of money to borrow, and didn't look like good people, and threw them back.
Others took the trash can and threw it in there.
I picked up the remaining paper documents and found two real estate certificates, a shop and a tenement building, both with an area of about fifty square meters.
Obviously, it is a level that the big clubs look down upon.
From the innermost small box, I found several house keys and two car keys.
Then I randomly found a piece of real estate mortgage certificate, lit it with a lighter and threw it into the trash can, igniting other documents and papers.
Before the smoke started to rise, Gao Ning stood up, stood at the door and lit a cigarette again. He glanced at Hong Mao, who was still sitting there and didn't move, smiled, and turned to leave.
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On the roadside, a silver-white Chevrolet flashed its lights.
Gao Ning went over to open the car door and got in naturally.
A minute later, the car was started and drove towards the location of the tenement building listed on the housing documents.
The teahouse behind him was silent.
In the box, Hongmao stared blankly at the fire igniting on the opposite side, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.
He looked back at a few of his men and found that these idiots were still pretending to be fainted on the ground, and he suddenly became furious.
He suddenly stood up, kicked them hard, and cursed: "Still pretending to be dead? Still pretending to be dead? Do you really want to die here? I'll help you!"
"No, no, no! Brother Hongmao! Let's get up! Just get up!"
The younger brothers scrambled to their feet, grinning to avoid the red-haired curse.
Hong Mao glared at them fiercely, not bothering to argue with them.
He looked back at his former colleagues who were staggering around, then gritted his teeth and strode out.
"What are you still doing here? Let's go!"
A group of boys looked at each other, then filed out without saying anything.
