"Jimmy, you finally figured it out. I told you a long time ago that there is no use in staying in Causeway Bay. You and I join forces, I provide the territory, you make the copied video tapes, and we make it prosperous together, 50-50."
An old guy wearing sunglasses said as he walked in.
Jimi didn't say anything, just poked the ice cubes in the black tea cup casually with a straw.
"Iced black tea or hot milk tea?" Zhan Mi said without raising his head.
"What?" The old guy looked at Jimi in a daze: "You are stupid, this is my territory, I don't know how to ask for what you want to eat! Do it!" Although this guy is old, he has a very bad temper.
Zhan Mi nodded and then raised his head. There were seven or eight strong men in the tea restaurant, all of them were thugs brought by the old guy. No wonder he spoke so toughly.
"My boss asked me to come today." Zhan Mi said.
The old guy was stunned: "Why did the plane send you to East Tsim Sha Tsui? Doesn't he want to stay in Causeway Bay and be a coward for the rest of his life? People are involved in the underworld, so are you.
If you don’t touch it, why are you messing around? It’s better to open a company and sit in an office.” The old guy pointed at Zhan Mi’s head and cursed.
"You're right. Causeway Bay is too small after all. My boss wants to develop Tsim Sha Tsui and asks you to make way." Jimi said seriously.
"Ha!" The old guy looked at Zhan Mi's serious expression, patted his thigh and laughed wildly: "Hahahahahahaha..."
Zhan Mi didn't speak, and still looked at the old guy seriously.
"Hahahaha!" The old guy's laughter is still the same: "Hahaha cough cough cough!"
"Ahem, you grandson, oh, I can't do it anymore, get me a glass of water!" The old guy laughed so hard that tears came out, waving to his men and calling.
"Bang!"
"Pah!" The old guy threw the cup on the floor and slapped his subordinate's face hard: "You want to scald me to death, get some cold water."
"It's the boss!" the old guy said with his head lowered. He couldn't understand that what he served was obviously warm water.
"What do you mean by plane? Do you think I didn't expect it?" The old guy yelled angrily with a stern face: "When I started killing people, you little bastards were still in your fucking vas deferens."
Zhan Mi's face became darker and darker.
"That means we can't reach an agreement?"
"Let's talk about your fucking talks. If we want to talk, we'll fly here to talk. Is this the attitude of negotiation?" The old guy yelled: "Fuck you."
Before the old guy finished speaking, Zhan Mi suddenly jumped up from his chair.
"puff!"
In fact, Zhan Mi's speed is not very fast, but his movements are too sudden. The tea restaurant is full of the old guy's men. Who would have thought that Zhan Mi will suddenly become violent. When the old guy's men react, Zhan Mi
Already hugging the old guy.
"That's how we do things!" Jimi said, withdrew the dagger and stabbed it out again.
"puff!"
The old guy's eyes widened in shock. He could no longer understand the young people today.
"Puff puff!" Zhan Mi strangled the old guy's neck with his left hand, and stabbed him several times quickly with his right hand.
The old guy's men had drawn out their machetes at this time, but they were intimidated by Zhan Mi's aura and failed to save the old guy immediately. At this moment, the old guy was already dead.
Jimi pulled out the dagger and threw it on the dining table with a clang. He raised his head and glanced at the old guy's men arrogantly. At this time, his right hand was already covered with the old guy's blood. It was greasy and uncomfortable. Jimi bent down.
The old guy took off his coat and slowly wiped the blood off his hands.
The old guy's men were in a daze the whole time.
"You can kill me and then be hunted by our 'loyalty' for the rest of your life." Zhan Mi picked up the iced black tea on the dining table and drank it all in one gulp.
The old guy's men looked at each other and said nothing. The plane's men were notoriously ruthless, and they all knew it.
"Follow me from now on!" Zhan Mi put down the cup, picked up a bundle of newspapers from the chair and opened it: "Let's divide the money."
"You!" Zhan Mi pointed to the subordinate who was slapped by the old guy just now, took out another bunch of money from his arms and threw it over: "Dispose of the body."
"Yes, thank you Brother Zhanmi!"
"Thank you, boss!" The smart guy has already called the new boss.
A man who understands current affairs is a hero. When Jimi said that a ruthless plane from Causeway Bay was about to enter East Tsim Sha Tsui, these guys felt a chill in their hearts, knowing that they and others could not stop the "loyalty and trustworthiness" of strong men and horses.
Zhan Mi straightened his suit and walked out of the tea restaurant. A drizzle began to fall in the sky.
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Tsim Sha Tsui.
Ni Yongxiao really held a grand funeral for his six capable men, and this guy even attended the ceremony in person to pay homage to the deceased.
"Mr. Ni, my husband died miserably! You must avenge him!" A woman in mourning knelt in front of Ni Yongxiao and cried loudly.
When several other family members of the deceased saw this, they also cried and rushed over, kneeling in front of Ni Yongxiao and begging Ni Yongxiao to avenge his family.
"Everyone, get up. Alang and the others are good brothers of our Ni family. Unfortunately, they were killed by the Thais today. I will never let them go." Ni Yongxiao said seriously with an unchanged expression.
Chen Yongren raised his head and looked up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle with a twitching face.
"Oh! Really? You won't let anyone go?" A voice came from outside the mourning hall.
In an instant, five or six guys in suits and leather shoes walked in from the door, led by Huang Zhicheng who had just spoken. It turned out that the Tsim Sha Tsui Crime Squad had arrived.
Ni Yongxiao looked at Huang Zhicheng and others walking in with sharp eyes, and winked at Ni Si beside him.
"Our Ni family is having a funeral today. You are not welcome. Please leave!" Ni Si said with a dark face.
"The Ni family is having a funeral? Has anyone died in your Ni family?" Huang Zhicheng clapped his hands happily and said with a smile: "Which person surnamed Ni is the one who died? It will make me happy to tell you."
"Officer Huang, what do you mean!" Ni Yongxiao took off his glasses and stared at Huang Zhicheng and said word by word. Huang Zhicheng touched Ni Yongxiao's bottom line.
Everyone in the mourning hall stood up as Ni Yongxiao took off his glasses, glaring fiercely at Huang Zhicheng and others. Even Huang Zhicheng's subordinates felt that it was inappropriate to say such words at the funeral of his family. , turned their eyes one after another, not making eye contact with the people in the mourning hall.
Huang Zhicheng's eyes lit up when he saw Ni Yongxiao's expression. He finally saw an unstable 'ghost' appearing behind Ni Yongxiao.
"I-said, you-Ni-family-died, I-am-very-happy." Huang Zhicheng also said provocatively.
Ni Yongxiao was rarely angry, Huang Zhicheng did it.