Rebirth of the Hong Kong Tycoon

(Yesterday it was not anti-theft. I used the software Penshen to create. It has a storage function, which is more convenient, but Ah Xian has not opened a membership, so there are often problems, I am really sorry!)

(I have persisted for a long time on the feedback from the big bosses. I have seen that many big bosses are asking questions about this aspect. Ah Xian wrote for the first time how long it was, and his head was in a daze.)
(It is useless for others to teach you about writing a book. You have to explore it yourself. Please give me some time. Thank you guys for your unwavering support. Thank you guys!)
Liu Zijian kept staring at the rearview mirror, and his sixth sense sensed that someone was following him.

But there was only a white-haired uncle in the back of the car, wearing a helmet, and riding an old motorcycle. There were two paper figurines of boys and girls tied to the back seat of the motorcycle. It seemed that he was delivering goods to someone.

Must be too tired!
Liu Zijian grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and rubbed his eyes with the other, thinking to himself.

After passing through the tunnel, the car drove another five or six kilometers, and arrived at the gate of the Kowloon Morgue.

This mortuary can be said to have a long history. When Po Leung Kuk saw that most of the lonely and helpless people died on the street and no one was buried, they donated money to build the morgue.

Encoffining here, burying the corpse for seven days, cremating it if no one claims it, and sending it to a special yizhuang for worship can be regarded as accumulating a little bit of sin.

It has been developed to the present and has been taken over by the government for citizens to store remains.

Liu Zijian just stabilized the car, and when he was about to pull out the key, his body suddenly leaned forward and hit the steering wheel.

Parking can encounter accidents, the idea is really bad!
Liu Zijian angrily opened the door and got out of the car, only to find that the culprit was the white-haired uncle who followed him all the way.

"what the hell?"

"Uncle, please ride carefully and pay attention to safety"

The furious Liu Zijian, before he finished speaking, saw He Bai's murderous eyes, and immediately felt that something was wrong, and immediately stretched his hand to his waist, but it was too late.

He Bai didn't know when a dagger appeared in his hand, and it stabbed straight at Liu Zijian's heart without any softness or hesitation.

His chest felt cold, followed by a pain. Liu Zijian subconsciously pulled out his gun, pointed at He Bai and pulled the trigger, before lying down.

His eyelids were heavy, and the surrounding scene gradually blurred.

The last thing he saw was He Bai clutching his shoulders, walking towards him tremblingly, picking up the gun in his hand, aiming at his head and pulling the trigger.

He Bai was shot in the arm, and He Bai's painful face was covered with cold sweat. He couldn't hold on any longer, and sat directly on the ground.

All the panicked citizens nearby were hiding behind the pillars to watch the excitement. None of them was willing to act bravely and subdue this old man with a murder weapon.

The good citizen award is only 2000 yuan. It is not worth losing your life for it.

He Bai waited for a few minutes, then took out the blood-stained cigarette case from his pocket, and tremblingly lit one.

Not to mention, cigarettes stained with the blood of the enemy are even easier to drink.

Because a firearm was used and a murder case occurred, the police came very quickly, and the Kowloon mortuary was surrounded with live ammunition.

The head of the detective saw that the murderer was an uncle, so he used a loudspeaker to persuade him to put down his weapon. As for whether he can survive, it depends on the judge's sentence.

He Baizhen didn't take these guys seriously, because he was once a member of this group of people, and he knew that this bunch of good-for-nothings were paper tigers.

He never thought that he would be alive, he just wanted to avenge his rotten boy, but with his grandson Ayang around, if he died, this little guy would starve to death.

Besides, the big shots behind Li Tianguang would not just watch him live.

It's not too early or too late, it's just right to meet the family members in Hades!

Thinking of this, He Bai struggled to pick up the revolver, pointed at Tanmu who had just shouted, and prepared to die together.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

But the uniforms of the mobile team didn't give He Bai this chance, and beat him into a hornet's nest with the rifle in his hand.

Sitting in the car, Li Tianguang watched the two acquaintances leave in such a way, feeling mixed feelings in his heart, he didn't linger long, waited for both of their faces to be covered with a white cloth, and then drove away.

Zhang Shan was in great pain. There was no good spot all over his body, and there were tiny scars all over his body.

These scars were not deep, only a few millimeters. Zhang Shan rolled all over the ground, howling incessantly, like a dying wild cat.

The iron fish brush of Xinghe Xingtang is very famous in Jianghu, even a man of iron can't survive for half an hour.

Qi Linwen was sitting not far away playing cards, the smell of blood was too strong, which made all the uncles present not in a good mood to play.

"Ah Shan, you are wearing red shoes and cooperating with the messengers to frame your fellow disciples. This is a capital offense. Don't resist it. Speak up and give your wife and children a way out."

"Your daughter is only under six years old, and you don't want to see her sold to Bangkok, where people will be heartbroken?"

"I promise you, as long as you are willing to speak out, your whole family will never be touched. Think about it!"

Bai Ye took a look at the cards and found that the cards in the hole were too small, even if he bought them, he would not win, so he threw the cards on the table and began to persuade Zhang Shan not to carry them to death.

The people in the punishment hall also stopped their hands, waiting for Zhang Shan's answer.

Zhang Shan, who was lying on the ground panting heavily, naturally knew the methods of these guys. If his daughter was really sent to Thailand, the end would definitely be worse than death.

Looking at today's battle, I have no way out, and I must keep my wife and children.

"I said, I said!"

After Zhang Shan figured it out, he shouted with all his strength.

Hearing that the boy in red shoes wanted to recruit, Qi Linwen also threw the cards aside, and said coldly, "Give him a piece of clothing."

"The prefix shows loyalty to you, but you treat the prefix as a winner!"

"Fall on the street!"

"Say it quickly, there is a concealment, I will throw your wife to the brothel."

"If you don't eat a toast, you will be punished, and the mud will not support the wall!".

Ma Zai in the punishment hall couldn't find any clothes temporarily, so he threw him a bath towel, Zhang Shan put it on tremblingly, begged for mercy and shouted: "I really didn't betray my brothers."

"It's all Liu Zijian, the stinky guy who said that there is a boss who wants to deal with Brother Le and is willing to give him a sum of money."

"I was blindfolded by lard, so I believed this bastard's words and did something stupid!"

"Before I got the money, Uncle Niu came to the door. What I said was the truth. Uncles, please let me go!".

This bullshit can also deceive idiots, but idiots can only listen to it, and absolutely don't believe it!

Seeing that Zhang Shan was still on the street, Qi Linwen's expression darkened again, and he signaled the horse boys watching the fun to continue.

Ma Zai, the chief surgeon, sneered, picked up the tap water pipe on the side, and poured it on Zhang Shan's head, drenching him into a drenched chicken in a few strokes.

Several people next to him held him down, lifted him to the restraint bed, and tied him up again.

"Brother Shan, I advise you to tell what you need to know, so as not to suffer!"

Someone tried to persuade him, but seeing that Zhang Shan still didn't let go, he picked up an iron fish brush and brushed it vigorously on his body. After a few strokes, his stool was bloody!
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