The two reached a consensus on the issue of the Eight-faced Buddha's hairstyle, and the tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed a lot.
Five minutes later, the smuggling boat disguised as a fishing boat slowly started to move. He Xie and Zhang Ziwei walked out of the cabin and came to the deck.
The sea breeze blows gently and the sun rises.
The two stood side by side, looking at the wharf gradually going away, and also looking at the rising sun.
"Hey, seriously, do you have a grudge against the Eight-faced Buddha?" Zhang Ziwei asked without looking back.
"Most people don't kill people out of hatred." He Xie said, "You used to be a policeman, so you should know this very well.
Zhang Ziwei was silent for a moment and looked at He Xie with a smile: "Although my past is not a secret, judging from your tone, it seems that you know me very well?"
"It's more than you think." He Xie said, "Actually, I'm here for you."
Zhang Ziwei's smile froze, but then he pointed at his nose in a slightly exaggerated manner: "Me? Hey, I have a wife, and I don't like men."
"How will you know if you don't try?" He Xie looked at him with a smile.
Zhang Ziwei was stunned, took a step back, and asked in surprise: "Are you serious?"
"Of course it's fake! Are you narcissistic?" He Xie asked with a sidelong glance.
"Damn, I was scared to death by you." Zhang Ziwei breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head in a funny way.
"Have you ever thought about what will happen to your wife if you kill the Eight-faced Buddha?" He Xie suddenly raised a heavy topic.
The smile on Zhang Ziwei's face slowly faded.
"I am a policeman and he is a drug dealer. We cannot coexist." He said slowly, with a heavy tone, as if he was trying to convince himself.
However, he still did not answer what to do with his wife. Obviously, he was avoiding the question.
"What you actually want is not the life of the Eight-faced Buddha." He Xie said to him.
"You really think you understand me very well?" Zhang Ziwei smiled, "Are you the roundworm in my belly? You know everything I want?"
He Xie looked at him for a while, smiled and patted his shoulder.
"You're just looking for an answer, right?" he said.
Zhang Ziwei looked at the hand on his shoulder: "What's the answer?"
"An answer you don't even know what it is." He Xie smiled, "But actually you don't want to know. You are a very contradictory person, so when you know the answer, you may not want anything else."
Zhang Ziwei was silent for a long time before he forced a smile: "Mr. Yan said the same thing as you, but you said it more thoroughly than him."
"Are you big shots good at judging people?" he asked.
"Not necessarily," He Xie said, "because we have also come here step by step. We have also misjudged many people and paid a lot of heavy prices. People have to grow, and the price of growth is to continue to misjudge people.
Wrong choice.”
"You look like you're only in your early twenties, not older than me." Zhang Ziwei said with a smile, "Why do you speak so vicissitudes of life?"
"So I want you to call me Master He." He Xie said with a smile.
"Okay! I will call you Master He from now on!" Zhang Ziwei laughed loudly.
The two were slightly silent.
"Do you really want to kill the Eight-faced Buddha?" Zhang Ziwei asked.
"Really." He Xie said.
"But if you kill an Eight-faced Buddha, there may be another Eight-faced Buddha." Zhang Ziwei said quietly.
He turned his head and looked deeply at He Xie: "Maybe it's you."
"Who is the Eight-faced Buddha? Is it worthy to be compared with me?" He Xie said disdainfully.
He looked at Zhang Ziwei and said, "Why do you think I came to you?"
"I can't guess." Zhang Ziwei shook his head.
"If I were the next Eight-faced Buddha, what would I do with you? Promote pro-independence?" He Xie pointed to Zhang Ziwei's chest, "I can't find pro-independence people anywhere. I'm looking for you to be the one to eliminate pro-independence.
?Am I causing trouble for myself?"
Zhang Ziwei was silent.
He had to admit that what He Xie said made sense.
But precisely because of this, he couldn't understand why He Xie was looking for him.
"Why don't we make an agreement?" He Xie said with a smile.
"What agreement?" Zhang Ziwei's eyes flashed and he asked.
"The main reason why I went to Hong Kong Island is because of you." He Xie said, "So, in Hong Kong Island, you will be my boss. I will do whatever you ask me to do."
"So good?" Zhang Ziwei smiled.
"When you finish your work on Hong Kong Island, you have to accompany me to the Golden Triangle." He Xie continued with a smile, "I will be your boss then, and you will do whatever I ask you to do."
Zhang Ziwei looked at He Xie.
After a long moment, he nodded: "It's a deal."
He didn't think he could come back alive from Hong Kong Island.
If you have a choice, never take a boat from the Gulf of Siam to Hong Kong Island, especially a smuggling boat. This is the advice from He Xie.
On the afternoon of the third day, He Xie and others finally set foot on Hong Kong Island.
As soon as Zhang Ziwei's cell phone was turned on, he received two calls.
The first call was from his wife. Zhang Ziwei hid aside and finished the call with a gentle voice.
After hanging up the phone, his face immediately darkened.
He walked up to He Xie and said in a deep voice: "Mian Na is with his two brothers, and the Eight-faced Buddha is not here."
"It's normal." He Xie looked at the dimly lit Hong Kong Island, feeling as if he was revisiting his old place.
Although, it is not the old place of this time and space.
"Don't worry, he's back." He Xie said with a smile, "If his son is dead and he doesn't dare to stand up, then what qualifications does he have to be called the Eight-faced Buddha? He can be called the Eight-Headed Pig or the Nine-Headed Turtle."
Zhang Ziwei smiled.
He found that He Xie always had a kind of confidence that he was in control, and this kind of confidence was particularly contagious.
He pointed at He Xie, and just as he was about to speak, another call came.
"It's Duan Kun."
Zhang Ziwei glanced at He Xie, thought for a moment, and directly turned on the speaker phone.
On the other end of the phone, a nervous cry came from: "Oh! I finally answered the phone, I thought you were playing tricks on me!"
"Where are you?" Zhang Ziwei asked.
Duan Kun has no value anymore, and keeping him is just a disaster. The first thing Zhang Ziwei did when he arrived was to silence Duan Kun.
"Boss, do you think it's my first day out?" Duan Kun laughed on the phone, "How do I know if you will eat both sides? Tell you where I am, and then wait for you to come and kill me?
Hehehehe..."
Zhang Ziwei smiled sarcastically, but still said calmly: "What do you want?"
"Simple, you buy this batch of goods, and I'll go to Xiaosha for a year and a half to make sure no one can find me. How about it, I'm very considerate, right?" Duan Kun's tone was slightly joking.
"Give me an account." Zhang Ziwei said.
"Hehehe..." Duan Kun laughed nervously again, "Okay, as long as I can arrive safely and receive the money, I will tell you where the goods are."
"No problem." Zhang Ziwei's eyes narrowed slightly, murderous intent appearing on his face, but unfortunately, Duan Kun couldn't see it.
