"Do you know who I am?" He Xie looked at Zhang Ziwei and said calmly.
Zhang Ziwei smiled and said in a tone that seemed to be sarcastic or self-deprecating: "The famous Mr. Yan, even my old father-in-law was forced by you to hide and not dare to show his face. How could I not know?"
"So you want to kill him?" He Xie stared into Zhang Ziwei's eyes and asked.
"Hey, don't talk nonsense!" Zhang Ziwei thought he would die. His words were not polite at all, and his attitude was not that good. He glared at He Xie, "That's my father-in-law, I want to call you dad, second uncle!"
"Don't admit it?" He Xie chuckled and leaned on the sofa, "I can catch that gangster from Hong Kong Island and confront you with just one sentence. Now that things have happened, do you still need to deny it?"
"That can only mean that I want to kill my uncle. We are..." Zhang Ziwei thought for a moment and smiled: "Personal grudges, yes, personal grudges. Do you know what personal grudges are? He just has a bad mouth. I
I really couldn't bear it, so I wanted to kill him, and I just wanted to kill him."
He Xie looked at Zhang Ziwei thoughtfully and said: "If you don't admit it, it seems that you still hold on to the hope of living. You have such a casual attitude towards me, and you seem to be a broken person. You are a very contradictory person."
Zhang Ziwei's smile suddenly stayed on his face and slowly disappeared.
He didn't like the feeling of being seen through.
It was like being in front of the Eight-faced Buddha, as if every thought he had was noticed by the Eight-faced Buddha.
"Do you know what you want?" He Xie said with a smile.
Zhang Ziwei lowered his head and remained silent.
He Xie didn't take it seriously, stood up, walked to him with a smile, put his hands on his shoulders, and looked at him condescendingly.
Zhang Ziwei raised his head, and He Xie's face seemed to be emitting a dazzling light under the reflection of the light.
"On the day of departure, inform me and I will send someone to follow you." He Xie looked at him deeply and said, "I hope you can clearly tell me what you want by then."
Zhang Ziwei was suddenly stunned.
He Xie smiled and passed him, walking towards the door.
Just when He Xie was about to reach the door, Zhang Ziwei finally couldn't help but asked in confusion: "Why don't you kill me?"
He Xie paused, glanced back at him, and said with a smile: "Is it interesting to kill someone who is obsessed with thinking?"
"But, I want to kill your nephew!" Zhang Ziwei shouted, "I also want to kill your brother! Even so, will you let me go?"
Just as He Xie was about to speak, the cell phone in his pocket rang.
He took it out and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.
He did not pick it up first, but turned to look at Zhang Ziwei and pointed at him: "Now that you have saved your life, don't throw it away easily."
After saying that, he raised the corners of his mouth, opened the door and walked out.
Inside the door, Zhang Ziwei was shocked and stared blankly at the ceiling.
This was the first time in five years that someone had said such words to him. He did not expect that it would come from Mr. Yan.
As soon as He Xie went out, Chacai, who had been guarding the door, immediately came up to him.
"Give him my phone number and let him go." He Xie ordered.
"Yes." Chacai answered respectfully without asking any further questions.
He Xie then answered the phone: "Hello?"
"I, I am Tang Ren's friend, Yan, Mr. Yan, you, you have met me!" An anxious voice came from the other end of the phone, with a stutter.
Qin Feng?
He Xie was startled.
"I, I know the whereabouts of the gold, and I also know that someone wants to do harm to you! I, I have evidence!" Qin Feng said hurriedly on the other end of the phone.
Does Qin Feng know the whereabouts of the gold?
Do you know that someone wants to harm me, not Mr. Yan?
Is there any evidence?
He Xie's lips curled up with interest.
He no longer paid attention to the affairs of Tang Ren and Qin Feng, so naturally he didn't know how far the two detectives had taken the case.
Listening to what Qin Feng said, it seems that they have been aware of his existence?
It's very fast...
He Xie didn't think that his method of clearing up the Songpa case could completely hide it from Qin Feng, but in his opinion, his method could delay it for at least four or five days, and what Qin Feng and the others lacked most was time.
Unexpectedly, less than two days had passed and Qin Feng seemed to have made significant progress.
This guy is really smart...
"You want to see me?" He Xie said with a half-smile.
After thinking about it, he understood Qin Feng's intention of calling him. This guy must have sensed the danger and wanted to use Mr. Yan to deal with him.
Maybe, the two of them are at the end of their rope now. After all, there is no proof in that case, and it is impossible to overturn the case.
It's quite interesting to say that he wanted to deal with He Xie, but he happened to find He Xie's head again.
Sure enough, is it Qin Feng who understands that the only one who can kill him is himself?
"Yes!" As soon as the other end of the phone said one word, He Xie heard a gunshot.
Qin Feng over there seemed to be stunned, and then said anxiously at a faster speed: "I, we are at the Songpa Workshop, and we have been surrounded by the police!"
leave it alone?
Or save the last one?
He Xie pondered slightly and quickly made a decision. He decided to meet Qin Feng first.
"You surrender first." He just said one sentence and hung up the phone.
He turned around, waved to Chachai who was still standing not far behind him, gave some instructions, and then walked leisurely downstairs.
Tirad was standing at the top of the stairs, waiting for He Xie to come down.
When He Xie walked up to him, he bowed slightly and lowered his voice and said in He Xie's ear: "The female prime minister will go to worship the Erawan Buddha at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. At eleven o'clock, she will go back to Master Renkan's place for a vegetarian meal. Around ten o'clock,
She will rest in the Zen room at the Buddhist altar, and the person responsible for her security is Colonel Nava."
He Xie thought for a moment and said, "About half past ten."
"Yes, I will make arrangements." Tirad bowed and took two steps back, then hurriedly left.
He Xie nodded with satisfaction. This is the advantage of directly taking over Mr. Yan's power. If he were to work hard again, he would probably still be recruiting people to go into the ravine and fight alone. Where could he have direct contact with the top-level buildings of Siam and intervene?
politics?
There are still two hours left before the reception banquet, and all the bosses in the karaoke hall are basically gone. He Xie, who has nothing to do and is in a happy mood, simply ordered "Pink Memories" for himself and sang happily
Got up.
After singing the song, He Xie still had some unfinished ideas, and then his expression suddenly changed.
Damn it...
Don’t you feel disgusted with these songs?
So magical?
Meanwhile, Sompa Workshop.
Tang Ren and Qin Feng had been caught by the police. Both of them had a bruised nose and face. It was obvious that Tang Ren had received a lot of punches because of his bad mouth.
Just as the police were pressing Tang Ren and Qin Feng out, a Mercedes-Benz slowly stopped at the entrance of the workshop, followed by two military vehicles.
The car window rolled down, revealing the face of an elegant middle-aged man wearing a suit.
He was on the phone and his tone was very respectful.
"I'm already here, they just arrested someone...Yes, I understand, Mr. Chachai, say hello to Mr. Yan for me."
After hanging up the phone, he got out of the car. The police chief had already seen the movement here, recognized the person, and hurriedly came over.
The director nodded and bowed to the elegant middle-aged man, and said with a smile: "Congressman Song, why are you here?"
The elegant middle-aged man smiled. He took out a handkerchief, wiped his nose, and said slowly: "I took those two people away. They are suspected of espionage activities."
