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Chapter 965: I predicted your prediction

"What do you mean, has the intermediary agreed?" The agent put his hands together and looked a little haggard, obviously he didn't sleep well last night.

"Agreed, deal today." Han Jiang frowned slightly after walking into the room with mottled walls. He raised his eyes and glanced around. Large areas of the surrounding walls were peeled off, and many places were covered with mold.

The four corners are densely covered with spider webs.

He reached out and stood aside to pick up a bottle of water, opened it and drank a few sips. Then he walked to the window and looked outside. There was an open land in front of him. There was nothing but overgrown weeds. The room was on the fifth floor.

, it is located in the corner of a house, on the shady side, the light is dim, and nothing can be seen from the outside. It is indeed a better hiding place.

"Did they say what time it was?" Zhizaen asked from behind.

"Afternoon, three o'clock." Han Jiang glanced at the five people and looked around the room again, "Are everything ready?"

"Of course." The waiter replied somewhat warily.

"Haha." Han Jiang sneered and glanced at a few people lightly, "You have time to be wary of me, why not think about how to deal with the buyer for a while."

The five agents and agents looked at each other and then walked up to block Han Jiang's shoulders and asked: "Haha, brother Jiang, don't be angry, we were scared too, understand, understand."

"What did Brother Jiang just say? Could there be something unexpected happening on the buyer's side?"

"If you didn't expose it, then everything is easy to say. The problem is that you messed up." Han Jiang shook off agent Wen's hand, walked to the side and pulled up a chair to sit down, "Forty million is not a small amount of money.

Before it was exposed, the other party would definitely not dare to have any thoughts, but now that you have all become rats on the street, haha, it is hard to say. If it were you, for 40 million, could you hold it back?"

"This..." When Han Jiang said this, the faces of several people instantly turned ugly. When they negotiated the business, they were the famous ghost kings in Hong Kong Island. They were ruthless and killed many people. But now, they are different from the past.

He is a wanted criminal who is wanted by the entire Hong Kong, and it is the evil star Wang Yaozu who is personally presiding over the case.

Under such a prestigious reputation, not to mention outsiders, even they themselves do not think highly of themselves, and their only idea is to get the money and run away. Under such circumstances, it is actually strange that the other party does not have any thoughts.

"Okay, don't look like this. I'm just saying that the other party may not necessarily want to take advantage of you." Han Jiang suddenly laughed.

"Brother Jiang, stop joking, we all listen to you, tell us what to do." Manager Wen said with a sad face.

"Are you sure?" Han Jiang tilted his head and looked at them.

"OK!" The five people nodded together.

"Hong Kong Island is not the only place in the world. We can't stay here anymore, but we can go to other places, such as the Philippines, Malaysia, Lijiapo, etc." Han Jiang did not answer directly, but suddenly talked about his retreat,

"What do you think?"

"We have no objection." The five of them looked at each other. As long as they have the money, they can go anywhere. No matter how awesome Wang Yaozu is, he will never go abroad to hunt us down.

"Then let's do it again before we leave!" Han Jiang narrowed his eyes slightly, flashing a bloodthirsty light.

The five people's eyes lit up. Yes, if the bank can rob it, can't the transaction object be robbed?

Who doesn't know how to eat black and white?



"Brother Yao, someone is coming, it's Han Jiang!" In an old building far away from the abandoned factory, Fang Yiwei was lying on a large telescope staring at the factory, holding a walkie-talkie in his hand and reported excitedly.

"Yes, I understand. Let's continue to monitor and wait until Chen Zhibin and the others come over." One kilometer away, in a new black Mercedes-Benz RV, Wang Yaozu was playing with the Le family sisters in his arms.

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An ambush was an ambush. He would not wait in a corner at noon. Of course, he did not treat those who followed him badly. Three commercial vehicles parked not far away and went to Fang Yiwei and others who were responsible for monitoring the other party's actions.

, Li Ying and the others were resting in the business car.

As for the people at the radio station, they all stayed in the broadcast truck and played cards.

"A pair of clubs." A chubby guy dropped a pair of five and said, "It's great to follow the eldest lady out, it's very relaxing."

"Yes." A thin black man grinned, "Haha, relax, you will know in a while."

"You can't pass a fucking one-on-five, you loser." The bespectacled Xia Jia glared at the thin man and said angrily: "You passed!"

"What the hell..." The thin man was so angry that he wanted to hit someone.

"Hey, one against eight." Pang Dun smiled and threw out two cards again and asked, "Do you know what we are going to interview today?"

"Haha, I don't know what the interview is about, but do you know who I just saw in the nanny car?" The thin man twitched the corner of his mouth, looking mysterious.

"Who?" The two of them became interested instantly. The thin man laughed, threw away the cards in his hand, and pulled the cards smoothly, and the cards were all messed up.

Fatty:???

The man wearing glasses also laughed, threw down his cards and looked at the thin man, "Stop selling lawsuits, who are you?"

"Uncle, Wang Yaozu." The thin man said loudly.

"Hiss!!" The two looked at each other and gasped at the same time, almost saying in unison: "Handling a case?!"

"It's definitely possible. If my uncle takes action, it must be a big case."

"I heard that my uncle is arresting the ghost kings recently?"

"Then let's come over here. Could it be that the ghost kings are hiding nearby?"

"You can't be wrong, I bet my uncle asked us to come here to broadcast it."

"Isn't this nonsense? If you don't want to broadcast it, why did you bring the broadcast truck over here?"

"Hehe, this is awesome. We in Hong Kong once held a live broadcast to catch gangsters, and the police team messed up the situation. In the end, my uncle came to save the scene. Now we have a good show." Pang Dun also thought about it.

Not allowed to play cards, just discussing with excitement.

"It will be broadcast live. You will definitely have to carry a camera when the time comes. Bullets don't have eyes."

"What are you afraid of? With my uncle standing in front of me, can we get hurt?" Little Fatty said with a nonchalant expression.

"You are still young, and none of your girlfriends are virgins. How can I let you go to such a dangerous job?"

"You are a virgin!" Little Fatty immediately became unhappy.



"Have you brought any cash?" Chen Zhibin, wearing a hooded coat, asked after pulling up a car and getting in.

"Bring it!" The short and fat figure patted the suitcase at hand, "If I don't bring the real guy, how can I make those guys believe that I'm here to trade."

"Awesome!" Chen Zhibin gave a thumbs up in praise, and when he turned back, an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes.

"Abin, drive, let's go." The short and fat man ordered, and Abin immediately started the car, and the two cars headed towards Saigon.


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