The door of the private room suddenly opened, and a lean man walked in surrounded by everyone. His hawk-like eyes scanned around the room and landed on Han Baihang.
"You worked so hard to get me here, what do you want to do?" Zhang Xiaolin looked at Han Baihang with a sinister look.
Han Baihang smiled and said nothing, sat firmly on the chair, and pointed to the chair opposite. Zhang Xiaolin hesitated for a moment, but sat down.
"Uncle Zhang, I guess I don't need to introduce myself anymore, right?" Han Baihang said with a smile.
Zhang Xiaolin sneered, raised his chin slightly, leaned back on the chair, looked at Han Baihang with his eyes and said, "You are China's number one traitor. Most people cannot get this title."
Zhang Xiaolin looked at Han Baihang with a sarcastic expression. Han Baihang was not annoyed and smiled lightly and said: "Uncle Zhang is serious. I came to you today to ask you to come forward and prove my innocence."
After hearing this, Zhang Xiaolin burst out laughing. He patted his thigh and pulled the men around him and laughed: "Listen, he wants to help him prove his innocence! Hahaha! In fact, I would rather do another thing."
After speaking, Zhang Xiaolin's laughter stopped abruptly, he leaned on the table, looked at Han Baihang with a fierce look in his eyes, and said word by word: "If I kill you now, will I become
A great hero?"
The air became silent for a moment, and you could hear needles dropping. The dozen or so people brought by Zhang Xiaolin unknowingly blocked all the ways out, and some of them were touching their bulging waists.
Han Baihang glanced around, calmed down, gently traced circles on the edge of the tea cup with his fingers, and said calmly: "We are all sensible people, there is no need to scare me like this. If you really want to kill me, why bother sitting down with me?"
Drinking tea."
As he spoke, Han Baihang slowly stood up and stretched out his hand towards Zhang Xiaolin. As if they were facing a formidable enemy, Zhang Xiaolin's men took a step forward lightly and approached Han Baihang.
Zhang Xiaolin's expression did not change, he waved his hand gently, and everyone immediately stopped. Han Baihang picked up the teapot on the table, took another teacup, and filled it for Zhang Xiaolin.
"Uncle Zhang, don't you want to have this Shanghai beach to yourself?"
Zhang Xiaolin was stunned for a moment, looked at Han Baihang with half-closed eyes and said, "What do you mean?"
Han Baihang put down the tea cup, sat back slowly, and said with a smile: "Now that Huang Huangrong has accepted Zhang Renkui as his master, he can now be said to be a legitimate disciple of the Youth Gang. If this continues, to say the least, you still have a way to live.
?"
This was said very straightforwardly, and it could be said that it was like a slap on Zhang Xiaolin's face.
However, for a person like Zhang Xiaolin, who has a strong aura of charlatanism and is only interested in profit, it is much more practical to be direct than to beat around the bush.
Zhang Xiaolin's expression was gloomy and uncertain. Ever since Huang Huangrong rose to prominence, his life has been somewhat difficult, and his power has shrunk significantly. If it weren't for Huang Huangrong's fabricated identity as a Youth Gang disciple, he might have been feeding fish in the Huangpu River.
However, this time Huang Huangrong actually turned his false identity into reality. He could clearly feel that his power in Shanghai had begun to decline, and the danger of losing his eggs was imminent.
But Zhang Xiaolin had no choice but to hide away like a turtle, not to mention how aggrieved he was.
"Go and guard outside!" Zhang Xiaolin ordered the men around him. Everyone looked at each other but did not move. Zhang Xiaolin suddenly shouted angrily: "Didn't you hear what I said? Get out of here."
After Zhang Xiaolin roared like this, everyone rushed out. Han Baihang chuckled at the corner of his mouth and said unhurriedly: "If Uncle Zhang is willing to cooperate with me, I can guarantee that there will definitely be a place for you in Shanghai.
"
Zhang Xiaolin tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, seeming to be thinking about something. After a long while, he slowly said: "Why should I trust you?"
Han Baihang said: "In order to prove my innocence, I have to rely on Huang Huangrong's power. But this will inevitably allow Huang Huangrong to monopolize Shanghai, which is what I don't want to see. So I have to leave a back-up."
"
Zhang Xiaolin stared at Han Baihang's eyes, as if he wanted to see some flaw in them, and said with a cold light in his eyes: "What are you going to do?"
Han Baihang took a sip of tea from the cup and said slowly: "Zhang Renkui now wants to accuse me of being a traitor to the country and will spare no effort to smear me. But I can't defend myself, so I plan to portray myself as a hero! So..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Xiaolin interrupted: "I don't care how you clear yourself, I just want to know how I get my due share!"
Han Baihang laughed dumbly and said: "I said too much. I think you should know about the fire at the pier last night."
Zhang Xiaolin asked with some doubts: "Did you send someone to do it?"
Han Baihang shook his head and said: "No, you Huang Huangrong burned it yourself. It's just a thief shouting to catch a thief."
Zhang Xiaolin said "Oh" and said, "Is this also one of your plans?"
Han Baihang nodded and said: "Yes, Huang Huangrong will omit certain things when he acts. You can take this opportunity to grab a share from Huang Huangrong."
Zhang Xiaolin frowned and said, "Is it that simple?"
Han Baihang understood his worries and said with a smile: "Don't worry. During this period, I guarantee that Huang Huangrong will have no time to take care of you. How big the cake can be depends on your own methods."
After Han Baihang stood up to leave, Zhang Xiaolin lowered his head and thought silently. As soon as Han Baihang stepped out of the door, Zhang Xiaolin suddenly said: "Wait a moment!"
Han Baihang stopped, turned to look at Zhang Xiaolin curiously and said, "Is there anything else?"
Zhang Xiaolin stood up and walked to Han Baihang's side, patted his shoulder and said, "Since you gave me such a big gift, I have to reciprocate."
Han Baihang turned to look at him curiously. Zhang Xiaolin lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "Be careful of Wang Yaqiao!"
After hearing this, Han Baihang was stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, Zhang Xiaolin had already walked away with people laughing.
Han Baihang was a little uneasy after what Zhang Xiaolin said. When he walked out of the teahouse, the busy streets seemed to become quiet all of a sudden. Han Baihang felt that everyone was looking at him strangely.
Han Baihang involuntarily quickened his pace. There were no accidents along the way, and his nerves relaxed a lot.
"I'm really scaring myself." Han Baihang lowered his head and said with a bitter smile. Wang Yaqiao's reputation is really terrifying. He is known as the number one killer in the Far East and is called the China Devil by the Japanese. No wonder Han Baihang is worried.
Turning the corner, Han Baihang looked up and found a group of people gathered in front of him.
