? "Each person is given five yuan to buy a piece of dog skin plaster to stick on, get out of here!" A lazy voice came from the north of the hall, and then the frosted glass door was pushed open with a gasp, and a man in a white suit walked out of it.
young people.
Xu Qing saw that Tang Guobin and others were not in danger, so he did not rush out immediately. He scanned the group of people one by one with his clairvoyant eyes and found that none of them had a gun. Qing Yishui
I really wonder if it is for the convenience of chopping squab.
Not discovering the hot weapon, Xu Qing was determined. He rolled his tongue and tried his best to make a majestic opening statement. He walked out and his steps were light and erratic. It was almost August 15th when someone had to get a blower to blow it. He blew it on his buttocks and made the corners of his clothes float up.
, that’s called pulling the wind!
The horse boys from the Xinyi Gang shouted and turned around halfway. One of them actually lost his grip on the watermelon knife in his hand. Due to the inertia, he took it out and dropped it to the ground with a clang. He bent down to pick it up again, which made him embarrassed.
Xu Qing walked forward leisurely. I don't know why the Xinyi Gang didn't take action, but consciously made way for them. His eyes were fixed on one place, the hand of the young man in the white suit.
, to be precise, it should be a notebook he holds in his hand.
Unexpectedly, the Chinese martial arts certificate was used here. Xu Qing even turned to the page of the murder license. He always had a faint smile on his face, which seemed particularly cold in the eyes of others.
Hua Shangwu is a discerning person. When he saw this certificate, he immediately recognized its authenticity, because he had seen this kind of license once before the return of Hong Kong fourteen years ago, and it was a real death.
My thoughts flew to the eve of the handover fourteen years ago, when all the bosses of Hong Kong's largest gangster society, Hongxing and the Xinyi Gang, were summoned to one place. To be precise, they must have been abducted by someone inexplicably.
The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the sea breeze was bleak. Some of the gang bosses were still wearing pajamas, and they were shaking like plucked quails from the cold. Five corpses that had not yet cooled down were lying on their backs on the beach, holding long and short tools in their hands.
His eyes were open with a hint of unbelievable shock.
Two men with serious faces were looking at this group of usually all-powerful gang bosses with eyes that were not full of fireworks. Their eyes were like four sharp ice ridges piercing everyone's heart, making them feel like they were beating even a little bit.
Bleeding from being stabbed.
Three mini-submachine guns, two automatic pistols, with full magazines. The five gang bosses lying on the ground were firing at the two men with ferocious faces just a moment ago. Even when the magazines were empty, they didn't even hurt one of them.
Shimao, what happened next was very simple. All five people had their necks cut off, like five chickens struggling in vain.
After the two men committed the murder, they took out an ID at the same time, recorded several transactions on it, and then showed it to everyone. A certain gang boss had committed a heinous crime and was to be executed...
A murder license, a transcendent law enforcement document, sentenced five people to death with just one heinous word, without even recording the specific details.
The surviving gang bosses didn't even know how they returned to their residences. All they could think about was the license book, and the handwriting on it seemed to be bleeding. The next day, Hong Kong returned to China, with good public security and peace...
Hua Shangwu will never forget that dark night of murder. The appearance of the license is like a red-hot iron stamped deep in his memory. It is painful and clear.
So much so that when he first saw the book in the hands of the young man wearing an Armani suit, he stumbled and quickly sent a signal to his subordinates not to stop him. Hua Shangwu could not afford to offend such a person. Xinyi
I can’t afford to offend the gang either!
The smile on Xu Qing's lips remained as she slowly walked up to Hua Shangwu and whispered: "Do you know this certificate?"
Hua Shangwu swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice: "I saw... I saw... once."
Xu Qing had already gotten the answer from Hua Shangwu's expression just now. The Chinese martial arts certificate was indeed like a tiger's skin, which could frighten everyone when pulled up.
Xu Qing closed the document and put it in his pocket, took out his wallet, opened it, and took out a ten-yuan Kyat note from it. This was kept as a souvenir when he went to Myanmar, and he used it as the cost of the plaster today.
"Here, the plaster fee."
Hua Shangwu held up the kyats with trembling hands, with a respectful look like a believer receiving holy water from the Holy See. All the gangsters in the Xinyi Gang did not even dare to breathe, and began to guess the identity of this young man in their hearts.
, and finally came to the conclusion that there were only three words, you can’t afford to offend!
"I've collected the money, do you still want to stay and have dinner with me?" Xu Qing's voice contained a hint of displeasure, but it sounded like the sound of nature to the ears of the boss of the Xinyi Gang.
Hua Shangwu wanted to laugh (4), but his eyes were red, and he cried with joy. He was reborn! How could he not shed tears of gratitude? He sniffed and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you, thank you..."
Damn it! Tang Guobin stared at the banknotes in Hua Shangwu's hand with wide eyes, ten kyats... As for how moved a gang boss who was surrounded by hundreds of younger brothers was so moved? He even shed tears!
A Luo and Bao all breathed a sigh of relief. If they had known that Xu Shao's intervention would lead to such a result, they might as well have roared twice. As for what to call? Anything would do, except saving lives.
Hua Shangwu turned around and waved his hand: "Let's go, don't disturb others' dinner..."
Hooray! The Xinyi Gang's mascots rushed out of the hotel door in a swarm, frightening a few passers-by into screaming and running away.
Hua Shangwu was about to leave in despair, when suddenly a cold voice came from behind him: "Wait a minute, the plaster fee for the beating has been paid in full, how will my friend's medical expenses be calculated?"
Xu Qing just remembered Hao Wei lying on the ground and suddenly called out to stop the frightened gang boss.
Hua Shangwu hurriedly turned around and handed over the kyat coin by mistake. Xu Qing did not reach out to take it, but touched his nose and said: "My friend was seriously injured. Isn't this just enough?"
"
Hua Shangwu was stunned, but he quickly came to his senses, took out a checkbook from his pocket, made a few strokes, tore off one sheet and handed it over.
One million! This old man is really generous. Xu Qing saw the number on the check clearly, turned around and glanced at Hao Wei, and found that this guy's eyelids actually twitched twice. Good guy, it turned out that this guy woke up long ago.
Reaching out to take the check, Xu Qing waved his hand like a fly and said, "Let's go. Don't act like I'm the best in the world from now on. It's only right that everyone eats when there is food."
Hua Shangwu nodded, turned around and left as if he was relieved. From beginning to end, he hunched over until he disappeared at the door. It was already dark, and the neon lights were shining in the distance...