Hong Kong Variety Show: Who would still work hard for Big B after traveling through time?

"Brother Lie, after this deal is done, your reputation will surely be greatly boosted. All the societies are trembling at Chen Risheng's command, and Mr. Qin, who dares not to be the boss of the arms industry, is even more obedient to board the gambling boat."

Su Xingbai flattered him, "You are the only one who transported this batch of arms here, and you made him lose face. By then, the whole of Hong Kong Island will know your name. I wonder how Willy and his father can suppress Brother Lie?"

"If they are smart, they will give up their positions to Brother Lie. Otherwise, I will be the first to destroy them."

"Lame co, how come you're already drunk without even drinking much?"

Mo Yilie criticized, “Our Yifeng was founded by Uncle Xiong. It is only natural that Willy will take over after a hundred years.”

However, Mo Yilie's criticism was not loud.

It was more like a symbolic reprimand.

Su Xingbai sneered. Did he say that on purpose?

Now that Mo Xiong is old, he wants to learn from Dongxing and give the position of Yifeng master to his son.

Unfortunately, Mo Yilie is brave enough to fight and has enough brains, but he has become a powerful figure that cannot be eliminated.

Mo Xiong was thinking about how to get rid of Mo Yilie and let his son take over.

Mo Yilie also wanted to kill Mo Xiong and take over himself.

They were from the same housing estate and the same community, and were referred to as uncle and nephew in the family tree.

Sometimes, for some things, you have to be more secretive.

After dealing with this batch of arms, he would not only gain fame, but also have money. With money, he could win over those uncles and brothers.

Only by winning over those uncles and brothers can one ascend to the power.

Everyone knows that the good days are only a few years away, right?

If he doesn't try again, Mo Yilie will be trapped and die in this housing estate.

He would never accept this.

That's why he wanted to take a gamble.

"Brother Lie, here I come."

At this time someone shouted.

Mo Yilie was delighted and gave Su Xingbai a look.

Although Su Xingbai was helpless, he knew that now was the time for him to fight hard and show his worth.

Mo Yilie brought him up not to let him eat dry food, but to let him fight to his death.

If you don't even dare to risk your life, what's the point of talking about revenge?

Su Xingbai put a gun in his back and went out, following the set signal of three long and one short.

The fishing boat on the opposite side quickly approached the shore.

A man got off the boat, and it was none other than Chen Weilun.

Let’s not talk about anything else, just the short hair and the big windbreaker.

You can tell at a glance from his square face that he is a big boss.

"Brother Lun? Brother Lie, have you been waiting for a long time?"

Chen Weilun looked at Su Xingbai and nodded. He whistled and his subordinates directly fished out oil bags wrapped in oilcloth from the water.

"Now that the goods have arrived, where's the money?"

"Brother Lun, it's at the dock."

Chen Weilun walked directly into the dock and saw Mo Yilie: "Brother Lie, my goods are outside now, where is your money?"

"Brother Lun, we have been doing business for so many years, and you still don't trust me?"

Mo Yilie smiled slightly and clapped his hands. A younger brother came over with the money and put it in front of Chen Weilun.

Chen Weilun opened it and saw that it was full of Hong Kong dollars.

He didn't mind the trouble, he just squatted down, took out a stack of Hong Kong dollars, and then checked the coins inside. He did this again and again, and then nodded with satisfaction and said, "Brother Lie, it's a pleasure to work with you."

"Brother Lun, next time something like this happens, you must take care of me, your little brother."

“That’s a must…”

Before Chen Weilun could finish his words, he heard a gunshot suddenly outside.

Chen Weilun simply pulled his cloak behind his back with both hands, and two guns appeared in his hands, pointing directly at Mo Yilie.

"Brother Lie, I've taken care of your business so much, and we've had a good cooperation over the years. Are you going to sell me out for a little money? Do you want to rob me?"

Mo Yilie didn't react at all. Seeing himself being pointed at by two guns, he said, "Brother Lun, you said I was robbing thieves? Don't forget, you have the same weapons as me. I have to be very brave to be robbing thieves."

"Although I don't know what the accident was, I assure you that I definitely did not betray you."

Mo Yilie had just finished speaking when he heard the sound of gunfire outside, like frying beans.

At this time, Su Xingbai rushed in quickly.

"Brother Lun, watch your back."

Mo Yilie shouted.

Chen Weilun is worthy of being the big boss of Macau. He is a man who walked out of the hail of bullets.

Hearing the sound behind him, he turned sideways and immediately emptied the magazine of the gun in his hand.

All seven Black Star bullets in his hand hit Su Xingbai.

Su Xingbai was shot seven times. He was holding a gun, shaking all the time, and didn't even pull the trigger. He hadn't even chopped anyone, so how could he shoot?

The Black Star in Chen Weilun's other hand was also emptying the magazine.

However, Mo Yilie on the other side was an old hand. He rolled on the ground, found a hiding place, and shouted, "Brother Lun, you have to believe me. We two brothers should work together to fight our way out. Although I don't know what happened outside, I really promise you that I didn't betray you."

"If I wanted to betray you, I should have just reported it to the customs. Did you meet any customs officers along the way?"

Chen Weilun was not stupid either and said, "Brother Lie, if you didn't betray me and wanted to cheat me, then it proves that there is something fishy around you."

"We have been doing business for so many years. If there were ghosts, wouldn't something have happened long ago?"

As soon as Mo Yilie finished speaking, he thought of Su Xingbai.

Damn, this piece of trash can’t be a ghost!

Just when Mo Yilie was suspicious, gunshots were heard outside, and there were shouts: "Mo Yilie, aren't you awesome? Don't you have a lot of people and a lot of money? Don't you want my dad's position? Come out if you have the guts. What's the point of hiding in the house like a coward?"

Accompanied by the other party's shouting and the incessant gunfire, Mo Yilie could only lower his head.

But he also knew who wanted to kill him.

He is your good boss, good second uncle, and Uncle Xiong.

And the person who was speaking was his good cousin Mo Willy.

"Brother Lun, you heard it now, right? The one who wanted our lives was not someone else, but me, Boss. I am sorry for you this time because I have implicated you."

Mo Yilie shouted: "I'll cover you, you go first..."

"Where are you going?"

Chen Weilun said: "Besides, I, Chen Weilun, have never had the habit of retreating from a battle. Aren't there just a few dozen gunmen? Let me see how I can deal with them?"

"Brother Lun, is there really no need for you to risk your life for me?"

Mo Yilie shouted.

"I'm not fighting for you, I'm fighting for myself."

Chen Weilun looked at Mo Yilie and said, "You are not fighting for me, but for yourself. Brother, you have to fight to survive. Fight."

"Let's fight,"

Mo Yilie nodded heavily.