"I, let's go to the Songpa Workshop again." Qin Feng suddenly said, "If I guessed correctly, the mysterious man must have been to the Songpa Workshop too, and got in using a method we don't know. If we
If we can find clues there, the case will be completely clear."
"What if I can't find it?" Tang Ren asked.
"Then, you will be blamed!" Qin Feng said.
"Depend on!"
"Relax, don't worry, there is no death penalty in Siam. You, you will be released after being locked up for more than forty years." Qin Feng teased.
"Fuck!" Tang Ren raised his voice.
"No, but maybe you will be thrown into the Chao Phraya River by Mr. Yan to feed the crocodiles first." Qin Feng said again.
"Fuck!" Tang Ren's eyes widened in horror.
"Perhaps he will be killed and silenced by that mysterious man." Qin Feng thought for a while and then said.
"Fuck!" Tang Ren took a deep breath, his voice trembling.
"You, what else can you do besides saying shit?" Qin Feng couldn't help but complain.
Tang Ren looked at Qin Feng: "Don't forget, the police are also looking for you. Mr. Yan said that he would also throw you to feed the crocodiles. Also, you have guessed so many truths. It is very possible that the mysterious man
I will also blind you and silence you."
The expression on Qin Feng's face suddenly froze, and he said after a long time: "Damn!"
At the same time, a young man with a mustache happened to walk into a secluded villa on Sukhumvit Avenue.
In the villa, a white-haired young man was sitting on the sofa and strolling around. His face was pale, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyeballs were bloodshot. He looked a little crazy and neurotic.
Behind him, there were two tattooed young men dressed strangely.
The sound of the young man with a mustache opening the door startled everyone in the room. The white-haired young man was stunned for a moment, then let out a weird scream, laughed, stood up, and walked towards the door.
"The beard is so handsome!"
The white-haired young man pointed at the mustache and shouted, then he put his head in front of the mustache's eyes and widened his eyes: "Hey, is it troublesome to trim your beard?"
Mustache glanced at him, suddenly smiled, patted his shoulder, walked around him and walked inside.
The white-haired young man smiled and waved his hand, pointing at his two subordinates casually: "I'm out. I want to talk about something. Do you have a wink? Do you want me to treat you?"
The two men hurriedly walked out without daring to say a word, as if they were extremely afraid of this white-haired young man.
During this process, Mustache went around the villa, opening the doors of all rooms and checking them.
"Should we be so careful?" the white-haired young man said disdainfully. He took out a cigarette, lit it for himself, and after blowing out a puff of smoke, a look of intoxication suddenly appeared on his face.
"Are you so careful about where you choose? Wow, are you usually very tired from life?" He continued with a strange smile.
Mustache ignored him and checked under the table, in the gaps between the sofa and other places that could be inspected.
"Do you want to search me too?" When the white-haired young man saw this, he suddenly became angry.
Mustache's whole body was stuck to the ground, and he looked around carefully, then stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.
"No need." He smiled at the white-haired young man.
If you had this kind of brain, you wouldn’t be fooled into coming to Thailand from Hong Kong Island by just one word...
"Sit." He made a gesture of invitation and said to the white-haired young man.
"Tch! Prude." The white-haired young man swore disdainfully, walked over, and sat down on the sofa. Like a mollusk without a skeleton, he lay down and rested his feet on the sofa.
On the table.
Mustache glanced at his feet on the table, frowned slightly, but immediately relaxed.
"Let's get to know each other formally," Mustache said with a smile, "Zhang Ziwei."
"Tsim Sha Tsui Duan Kun." The white-haired young man said lazily and casually. He glanced sideways at Zhang Ziwei, "Stop talking nonsense! You called me and said that your Golden Triangle chose me to be the exclusive agent of Hong Kong Island. I admire you very much.
But there is no such thing as a free lunch, tell me, what do you need me to do?"
Mustache looked at Duan Kun with a smile. He was just as he knew, reckless, brainless, impulsive, and moody.
The most important thing is that Duan Kun is very ambitious and wants to establish the largest society in Hong Kong Island.
"Dare you kill someone?" Zhang Ziwei asked.
"Then it depends on who to kill." Duan Kun said lazily, "Don't treat me as a fool. I know there are some people I can't afford to offend for the time being."
"Do you dare to kill the son of the Eight-faced Buddha?" Zhang Ziwei said with a smile.
Duan Kun's expression suddenly changed, he sat up suddenly, leaned forward, and stared into Zhang Ziwei's eyes.
"Are you kidding me?" he said with a sinister look on his face.
"That's not necessary, is it?" Zhang Ziwei said with a smile. He took out a photo from his pocket and showed it to Duan Kun.
The photo is a group photo. The man is Zhang Ziwei himself, and the woman is very beautiful and has a good figure.
"This is my wife." Zhang Ziwei said, "Her name is Mian Na, she is the daughter of the Eight-faced Buddha."
"Are you the son-in-law of the Eight-faced Buddha?" Duan Kun asked in surprise, "Then why did you kill his son?"
"The Eight-faced Buddha is old." Zhang Ziwei put away the photo and said slowly, "I want to sit in his seat."
When Duan Kun heard this, he immediately gave a thumbs up: "You are ambitious! I like people with ideals like you!"
"But..." Duan Kun changed the subject, "How do I know you won't burn bridges? Besides, even if his son dies, who knows whether you will get that position?"
Zhang Ziwei smiled brightly.
"I will kill anyone who blocks my way!" he said. "The world has changed and it should have been our young people's world long ago! The old guys think they can suppress us with the word "rules", then I will
Use a gun to tell them that whoever has the bigger fist is the one who rules!"
When Zhang Ziwei finished speaking, his eyes became extremely sharp, and his smile turned into a cold and ferocious smile.
"Would you like to take a gamble with me?" He stared into Duan Kun's eyes, "If we lose, we will run away; if we win..."
He paused, stretched out a finger and poked Duan Kun's right shoulder, and said fiercely: "The entire Hong Kong Island is yours!"
Duan Kun's eyes turned red, his hands trembled, and his blood boiled at Zhang Ziwei's words.
But he was still a little hesitant.
Zhang Ziwei sat back on the sofa and continued: "As long as you nod, I will give you a ton of goods as a reward for this matter."
Duan Kun's breathing suddenly became rapid.
"You should think about it," Zhang Ziwei took out his cigar box, took out a cigar and trimmed it slowly, saying in a leisurely manner, "but this is the only chance. In fact, what you have to do is very simple, four
Word shoot to kill!”
Duan Kun's face was gloomy and uncertain. After a long time, he suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "You won't let me do anything in Siam, will you? Wouldn't that be courting death?"
"In Hong Kong Island." Zhang Ziwei lit the fire and used it to smoke the cigar. "And he will not bring more than ten people."
"If that's the case..." Duan Kun murmured, suddenly his face turned fierce, he banged the table, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "I did it!"
Zhang Ziwei suddenly smiled happily. He handed over the trimmed cigar and raised his neck gently: "Try this?"
