Domination of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Variety Show

As the new boss of Wan Chai, Zhang Xian is very familiar with this commercial district of Hong Kong Island.

In a few days, Zhenghua Security will reach a cooperation agreement with these group companies.

It’s legal cooperation, not collecting protection money.

"Since I can't help you with your work, I'll help you solve your housing problem." Zhang Xian took over the conversation.

Banana was about to refuse, but Ren Xiuli accepted it for him in advance: "Thank you, dear!"

Zhang Xian blinked: "It's just a small thing."

Ren Xiuli: "Kiss!"

Zhang Xian: “Yeah!”

banana: “…”

After dinner, Banana symbolically took a few bites of cake and went back to her room to sleep.

After all, these two people are really too corny.

On the other side, Gao Jin took people to see Uncle Mei’s villa.

After talking to Wei Jixiang on the phone, Gao Jin learned that Uncle Mei was still short of three million, so he only gave him three million.

Of course, the initial payment was not three million, but two and a half million.

Then give him room to bargain and slowly raise the price to three million.

Soon, after the lawyer drafted the house purchase agreement, we handed over the money and signed.

Gao Jin had a stern expression and didn't say a word in front of Wei Jixiang.

Uncle Mei didn't notice anything unusual.

"Huh——" After signing his name on the agreement and pressing his fingerprint, Uncle Mei felt a little dazed.

I looked back at the villa where I had lived for five years and felt a little reluctant to leave.

Fifty million. For the sake of his son, Uncle Mei spent all his life savings, and he still owed another ten million.

However, as long as the society is still in their hands, the money can always be earned back.

The most important thing now is to get the money and redeem my son first.

Revenge on zombies and making money are all things for the future.

Gao Jin stood up, checked the time on his wrist, and said, "Uncle Mei, I've already paid you. Please move out within three days."

"You'd better not cause us any trouble." Gao Jin warned and led his men away.

Uncle Mei also stood up, walked to the phone step by step, and called Sangbo: "Sangbo, I've got the money ready. Hand over the money and I'll hand over the person!"

Sang Bo's voice came from the phone: "Haha, Uncle Mei, OK, hand over the money in one hand and the person in the other."

"Come to Mong Kok. I'll call you when you get here..."

Uncle Mei stuffed several bags of money into the car, then took three thugs and asked Wei Jixiang to go to Mong Kok.

After arriving in Mong Kok, we came to an underground garage under the guidance of Sangbo's phone call.

"Sangbo, where is the person?" Uncle Mei asked in a deep voice, holding the phone.

Soon, a group of people got out of the three cars in the basement.

These people were all wearing hoods, and the leader was dragging a person. When they got closer, they saw that it was the prince.

"Wuwuwu..." The prince started crying as soon as he saw Uncle Mei.

He wanted to say that these people were not Sang Bo, but were in the same group as Wei Jixiang.

But his mouth was blocked with a sock and wrapped with a layer of duct tape.

Uncle Mei could not hear the prince's silent warning, but could only see that his son suffered a lot.

"Guangyao..." Uncle Mei called softly, then looked at Sangbo: "Sangbo, I have brought the money, and it's time for the person to be given to me."

Sang Bo smiled and said, "Is it 50 million, or 48 million?"

Hearing Sangbo's question, Uncle Mei signaled to the thugs behind him, and the thugs hit Wei Jixiang on the back of the head with a stick.

"Um..." Wei Jixiang fell down and was dragged in front of Sangbo.

"Sangbo, it's 50 million now!" Uncle Mei held the money and took out a pistol from his waist.

It has to be said that those who can establish a community and survive are all tough guys.

If it weren't for his useless son, this old guy might not be so easy to deal with.

Sang Bo nodded and took out his gun as well: "Old man."

"You guys, go get the money."

Bag after bag of money were carried into the car, and the last person to be carried into the car was Wei Jixiang.

"Sangbo! Let him go!" As Wei Jixiang, who was worth two million, was carried into the car, Uncle Mei also raised his gun.

Sang Bo smiled, kicked the prince to the ground, and then backed into the car step by step.

As Sang Bo and his group got in the car, started the car and drove out, Uncle Mei breathed a sigh of relief that the other party was still abiding by the rules.

"Guangyao!" Uncle Mei ran towards the prince's three thugs, two of them were on guard, and one helped to untie the prince's restraints.

With the duct tape, the socks were pulled out, and the prince could speak: "Dad, let's go!"

"What?" Uncle Mei was very confused.

However, he knew it immediately.

Sangbo and his gang, who were slowly retreating, raised their pistols and pointed them at Uncle Mei.

bang bang bang...

"Dad!" Because Uncle Mei was squatting on the ground before, the prince was a perfect shield.

All the bullets were poured onto Uncle Mei.

"Damn it!" After a round of attacks, Sang Bo in the car was a little disappointed.

The problem would be much easier if we just took Uncle Mei away, but killing the prince would be enough.

"Put Wei Jixiang down!"

When the car turned a corner, Wei Jixiang was thrown out.

A group of people disappeared in a cloud of dust.

"Guangyao!" In the underground garage, Uncle Mei held his son's body, his voice filled with anger.

"Sangbo! I will definitely kill you!"

Wei Jixiang touched the back of his head which was a bit aching, and walked step by step to Uncle Mei.

Two thugs were beaten to death, and one was left gasping for breath on the ground.

"Uncle Mei, the police are here, let's go." Wei Jixiang picked up the guns from several thugs.

Uncle Mei turned around and looked at Wei Jixiang fiercely: "Don't you want to ask what happened?"

Wei Jixiang shook his head: "No."

Uncle Mei nodded and stopped discussing the issue. He now wanted to take his son's body back.

Give him a proper funeral and then take revenge on Sangbo!

The two men carried the surviving thugs and the prince's body into the car.

As for the two dead thugs, they are of no value to Uncle Mei and there is no need to take them away.

the next day.

Ren Xiuli got up and made breakfast.

Banana was wearing Ren Xiuli's clothes, and Zhang Xian couldn't really tell them apart.

Hong Kong Island Special Forces Training Base.

Instructor Hu, captain of the women's special forces team, has already obtained Zhang Xian's file.

It is recorded above that the police suspected that Zhang Xian had committed the crime, but of course it was just a suspicion and there was no evidence.

Of course, this was a certain irresponsible inspector who exaggerated Zhang Xian's crime in order to gain the support of Instructor Hu.

All the cases that had nothing to do with Zhang Xian were attributed to him.

Even if you just compare the time, you will know that this is nonsense.

However, the women's special forces team has always been on dangerous missions and did not know the specific details of the case.

"Drug trafficking, forcing women into prostitution, forced buying and selling, smuggling, collecting protection money, and oppressing the good..."

After Instructor Hu finished reading the information sent by Inspector Zhang, he couldn't help but gasp.

No wonder the special forces need their help, people like this are truly extremely evil.

Allowing such people to go unpunished is an insult to the police officers!

So Instructor Hu wrote four words on the blank plan file.

Butterfly Project!