Hong Kong General: I have a lot of vests

When Huang Xiao arrived at the Banana Printing Factory, a raging fire had already broken out, emitting thick black smoke.

"Cough cough cough~~"

"Qingtian, stay in the car and don't come out!"

Huang Xiao adjusted the car's air conditioner to internal circulation. The black cat Qingtian has a sensitive nose, and the black smoke produced by the burning printing ink is toxic to a certain extent. If Qingtian is poisoned, the cat-shaped plug-in will be offline.

"Meow~~ (I won't go out!)"

Dangdangdang～～

A guy knocked on the door of the sports car, and Huang Xiao turned around to take a look.

"What the hell? Astronaut?"

"Brother Xiaosha! I'm Zhang Zaishan from the Explosive Ordnance Disposal Department, and your uncle works at the Banana Printing Factory."

"what?"

Huang Xiao didn't say anything and immediately changed into the Aikun suit, not caring about exposing his vest. He pushed open the car door, stepped on the golden Chelsea, and sped away.

"Brother Xiaosa! Am I not finished yet?"

Zhang Zaishan was wearing thick protective clothing and moved slowly, so he didn't have time to stop Huang Xiao.

"Meow~~ cough cough"

Black Cat Qingtian was coughing, and Zhang Zaishan quickly closed the car door, thinking that this celebrity cat had a keen sense of smell, what if he joined the explosives disposal department?

"My dear Qingtian, I have a little female cat at home, a Siberian forest cat. Would you like to meet her?"

Zhang Zaishan is like a weird uncle who seduces children.

"Meow~~ (Get lost! I'm still a child, and I don't like fat girls!)"

On the other side, Huang Xiao rushed into the fire scene without saying a word. After searching around, he did not find his uncle's fat body. Instead, he found many white-robed warriors who were shot and fell to the ground, as well as a large number of dwarf mules, more than a dozen of whom died of broken necks.

"How cruel!"

"This must have been done by my uncle's fatal scissor kick."

"What a sin! May there be no Wong Bing Yao in hell"

Huang Xiao didn't find his uncle and realized that he was too anxious and didn't listen to Zhang Zaishan finish his words.

"Fortunately, if my uncle had passed away, and I was left with only an unreliable uncle and a bunch of unreliable distant relatives, I would have to ascend the throne in advance to take charge of family affairs."

Huang Xiao's father's generation includes three brothers. His eldest uncle is named Huang Liang, who became a disciple of Wing Chun master Ip Man and calls himself the "authentic descendant of Wing Chun". He now lives in Los Angeles, the beacon country, and is engaged in the great cause of promoting Wing Chun.

In addition to his uncle Huang Liang, third uncle Huang Bingyao, Huang Xiao also has several aunts who married all over the world.

The Huang family also has some distant relatives, such as Chief Inspector Huang Qifa of the Central Crime Squad and Huang Shitong of the Landlord Society.

"Luckily, fortunately. Uncle should have escaped. It's not so easy to kill this slippery fat guy."

Huang Xiao escaped from the fire and saw Huang Bingyao and his men standing at the back door. This place was located upwind so the poisonous gas could not drift over. A group of people were smoking cigars leisurely.

"Hey? Isn't this my extremely brave nephew - Brother Xiaosa? I haven't seen him for a long time, why is he like this?"

Huang Xiao's face was covered with dust, and he looked dirty and disheveled.

"Fuck! Are you wasting my feelings? You and Zhang Zaishan teamed up to deceive me?"

"Hehehe, nephew, you are so generous, so uncle will give you a small gift."

Huang Bingyao waved his hand, and Zhong Qiuyue and Chen Guorong worked together to carry out a large box.

"Open!"

"Ok?"

Hundreds of videotapes were neatly stacked together, along with thousands of floppy disks and dozens of account books.

"A report on the actions of all officials?"

"probably"

Huang Xiao was confused. What did Park Seung-ri’s phone call just now mean?

Gift?

Isn’t fire a gift?

Is the private information of the big shot in the box the gift?

"Uncle, what happened just now? Why is there still a fire?"

Huang Bingyao scratched his head and stammered, as if he had something to hide.

Chen Guorong pulled Huang Xiao over and spoke in a low voice.

It turned out that the siege of the Banana Printing Factory went very smoothly. The dwarf mules and the white-robed warriors did not cause any casualties. In addition, Huang Bingyao specially found Zhang Zaishan from the Explosive Ordnance Disposal Department to prevent the enemy from dropping explosives.

Huang Bingyao was particularly brave today, as if he had taken the wrong medicine. Holding a shotgun, he took the lead in killing more than a dozen people in white robes. Not satisfied yet, he threw away the gun in his hand and performed a deadly scissor kick, cutting off the heads of several dwarf mules.

Feeling proud and proud, Huang Bingyao lit a cigar.

"Um, so the fire wasn't started by Park Seung-ri? It was started by my uncle?"

Chen Guorong nodded repeatedly.

"Keep your voice down, your uncle is petty"

"Fortunately, all those who participated in the operation today were our own people"

"Zhang Zaishan is your uncle's old classmate, and Zhong Qiuyue is his new confidant."

Huang Xiao understood what Zhang Zaishan had just said:

Your uncle set fire to the Banana Printing Factory.

"Fuck! My uncle is so unreliable!"

"Our Huang family still depends on me to support us"

"Hey, Grandpa, why don't you come back?"

Huang Xiao was filled with emotion. Huang Bingyao almost cremated himself, and also killed a dozen of Huang's diehard fans. It would be too embarrassing to tell others about it.

If this gets out,

What does Guan Chun think?

What does Cai Yuanqi think?

What do the Hong Kong spectators think?

"Ahem, please keep it a secret!"

Huang Xiao gave instructions to the officers present.

"yes sir!"

Chen Guorong took the lead and everyone followed suit.

Huang Xiao cleared his throat.

"Ahem, not bad, very energetic!"

"Be loyal to the police force, and be loyal to your superiors first!"

"If anyone dares to talk nonsense, I, Xiaosa, also know a little bit of fighting skills!"

Huang Xiao understood that he couldn't just threaten them, he also had to give them some benefits.

"Next month, my casino boat will open!"

"One family ticket per person!"

"Two hundred thousand mud codes per person!"

"Let's have fun together! Haha!"

Everyone got excited:

"Thank you, Brother Xiaosa!"

Huang Xiao’s gambling boat is Chen Jincheng’s gambling devil New Zealand Dollar.

Chen Jincheng lost to the gambling god Gao Jin and was confiscated by Yang Jianhua.

The Gambling Demon New Dollar has a displacement of 80,000 tons and is a luxury cruise ship. Yang Jianhua had no need for it, so he leased it to Huang Xiao for one dollar per year for a period of one hundred years.

Huang Xiao was worried that Yang Jianhua would transfer benefits to others and affect their careers, but Yang Jianhua dispelled his doubts with just one sentence:

Haili personally gave the order that Xiao Huangguang should not be allowed to work without eating meat.

Hearing this, Huang Xiao put his heart at ease. After all, running a casino does not interfere with patriotism. Huo Yingxiong, the most famous patriotic businessman in Hong Kong, is also a gambling tycoon in Macau.

The Huo family owns 40% of all casinos under He Xin.

So, Huang Xiao received the gambling New Zealand dollar number.

Huang Xiao planned that after the Nth Room incident was over, he would make some big moves to promote the reputation of the gambling boat.

At this time, several crazy licking sea lions drove to the main entrance of the printing factory and surrounded Lam Bo-kini and Zhang Zaishan. A fat, short mule that picked its feet and smelled things crawled out, pointed at Zhang Zaishan's nose and cursed:

"Dare to burn my place?"

"Tired of living, huh?"

"Do you think you are Chen Haonan?"