Rebirth of the Hong Kong Tycoon

(After reading everyone's comments, I am very moved. When it comes to the loyalty of the Jianghu, the Jianghu in the Northeast is the most stupid. Now the people in the Xiangjiang Jianghu are all from the Northeast.)
(Even this group of idiots, I haven’t heard of brothers or big brothers being killed, and taking things to get revenge. I don’t have any of them in my shallow knowledge, but there are quite a few of them who have troubles because of brother’s loyalty .)
The remaining dozen swordsmen were all taken care of by Dehua within 10 minutes.

Each body was wounded and lay on the ground crying.

Dehua didn't get too much of a bargain, leaving a nearly forty centimeter long scar on his back, the wound was as wide as a three-year-old child's mouth.

Not only the back, arms, shoulders, and chest, there are large and small stab wounds.

"Boss, I'll take you to the hospital."

Sun Bing was also slashed on his arm. He covered the wound with his hand, moved to Dehua's side, and grinned.

"If you're injured, go to the doctor's office, you're going to get caught!" Drooling Daqian said before Dehua could speak.

"What a fighter."

"If you didn't have Dehua, I would have stayed here, boss. I would like to go to a hospital that I know well. It's safe to keep it. Don't worry, you can heal your wounds there."

"It's done!"

Wan Zhanghong came over. He was very satisfied with Dehua's martial arts. With such a strong general, his career of Miss Bai would be improved to a higher level.

You can even use Dehua as a fort, plant flags and a few pieces of land, and operate independently.

Use Xinghe's soldiers to fight Xinghe, I am happy to think about it.

Dehua nodded, then looked at the door, Zhang Yuntian who was chatting with Dasha.

Wan Zhanghong saw Dehua's worry, and immediately said, "Go to heal first, and I'll send someone to send Master Zhang back."

Edward nodded, agreeing.

Everyone was frightened, so they got into their cars and left without exchanging too many greetings.

It's just that they didn't notice that a car followed quietly.

Lin Huaile sat in the car, carefully reading the book in his hand, "The Snows of Kilimanjaro", Hemingway's most classic novella, the novel revolves around death and imminent death.

But the fundamental theme is Harry going back to the past, looking back on the journey from the past to the present.

Just in line with his mood at this moment, he is also facing the test brought by death.

Chang Mao's funeral is still being prepared, and his body is still lying alone in the freezer, waiting for the sacrifice of his enemy's head.

Xingtang's beheading operation failed, Dehua was not caught, and more than a dozen masters were injured.

Qilinwen has already issued a bonus in the name of Xinghe, and whoever can handle Dehua will get 100 million.

After a few days, the anger in Lin Huaile's heart didn't dissipate at all, instead it became more and more intense.

Just as the car passed through the tunnel and was about to turn to the straight road to Kowloon, a red car parked by the side of the road suddenly flashed double flashes.

A hand was stretched out from the car window, and the siren was buckled on the roof of the car. Zeng Qing, who hadn't seen him for a long time, got out of the car, with one hand on his hip, and the other hand waving a baseball cap, signaling Lin Huaile's Rolls-Royce to stop.

"Boss, Zeng Qingtian is by the side of the road."

Situ Haonan asked the driver to slow down first, and then reported in a low voice to Lin Huaile who was concentrating on reading in the back row.

"Hmm! Go over and see what tricks this guy is playing."

Lin Huaile closed the book, rubbed his eyes, and said a little tiredly.

Hearing the order, Situ Haonan stretched out his hand, gestured to the van behind, and then signaled the driver to pull the car to the side of the road.

Zeng Qingtian looked at the expensive car in front of him, showing envy. The two or three million Hong Kong papers for this car are enough to buy two or three large units in Causeway Bay.

Even though I am backed by the Zeng family, because I broke the big case in the No. 17 warehouse, I also got a position as a senior police superintendent. Even so, I still can't afford such a luxury car.

Even if the banknotes in his pocket could afford it, he didn't dare to drive out, so he could only put it in the garage to eat ashes.

Otherwise, the sons of the ICAC will definitely come and bite.

Situ Haonan got out of the car, nodded to Zeng Qingtian as a greeting, then opened the door, and dragged the driver to the side to smoke and watch.

"Sir Zeng, long time no see, you didn't even send out an invitation to the promotion banquet, it's really chilling."

"You know, I did my best to get your promotion."

After sitting in the car for a long time, her waist was a little sore, Lin Huaile also got out of the car, and said words that were heartbreaking.

Zeng Qingtian smiled, poor guys and short mules, it's better not to get too involved, especially Lin Huaile, who is both black and white, if he gets too involved, he will easily fall into the puddle.

Besides, it's not five years ago. With the sharp sword of the ICAC, everyone is much more careful.

"The restaurant where the promotion banquet is too small to accommodate a great god like you."

"However, Lin Sheng gave you a big gift at your engagement banquet. That vase cost me more than half a month's salary. Of course, you don't like such a small amount of money."

Zeng Qingtian supported the frame of the car and praised Lin Huaile a few words.

Lin Huaile took out a cigarette and handed it to Zeng Qingtian. The two of them gave way, and then smoked together.

"Xinghe offered a bonus of 100 million yuan to avenge Changmao, and the bad guys in Xiangjiang all sharpened their knives at Zhuyang, looking for Dehua's traces with their affairs in mind."

"Now a lot of initials and bottoms are in a mess. Of course I have to go out to see you, or I won't be able to sit securely."

Zeng Qingtian exhaled the smoke from his mouth, feeling all the recent changes in the rivers and lakes.

Lin Huaile was a little surprised. Because of the No.17 warehouse case, Zeng Qingtian was promoted to the senior superintendent of the anti-drug team, just one step away from the chief superintendent.

If you are lucky, it is not impossible to become an assistant police chief before you retire.

Of course, this is already the second highest position that a Chinese policeman can sit in. If he wants to be the first brother, he must be named in the Governor's Mansion and the Chief Secretary, otherwise there is no possibility of going further.

When did the anti-drug team care about Jianghu affairs? Didn't the fans catch enough?
"Sir Zeng has sharp eyes and ears, and he has heard about such little things."

"But you are the senior officer of the anti-drug team, and you didn't write it down. Did you care about the wrong place?"

Lin Huaile said lightly, not moving to life or death.

Zeng Qingtian took the cigarette out of his mouth, threw it on the ground, stomped it out with his foot, and continued: "We are all one family, why are they so clearly separated!"

Speaking of this, he took another look at the blue car parked not far away. Even if he didn't see the people inside, he knew that the people in the car were the people sent by O Ji to follow him.

"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense. I have been watching Wanzhanghong for a long time. The evidence is not difficult to find, but someone is protecting him and making trouble for me everywhere."

"I've been promoted, but I'm not as comfortable as before. People are looking for trouble everywhere. It's really a rush."

"I still have a little secret that has nothing to do with the overall situation. I want to share it with Lin Sheng, but I don't know that Lin Sheng is more unwilling to listen!".