"Gululu."

In the office area of ​​Kowloon Cash Hall, the air suddenly became silent.

As Chen Wushu spoke, only the hot pot rolling and the sound of Luo Ge beef remained in the air.

"Bajibaji."

"Pooh!"

Lei Luo spit out a bite of bones, swallowed the hot beef in his mouth to his throat, stood up without saying a word, and walked to the corner of the wall with a casual expression.

He did not talk to Chen Wushu for the first time, nor did he look at the lard and Dayanming.

Instead, he stood in front of the public relations shrine and picked up three incense sticks, lit the incense with candles. He held the incense in both hands and solemnly bowed to "Jun Erye" three times.

The detectives in the police station put down their affairs at the same time and looked at Luo Ge.

Immediately, they saw Luo Ge inserting the incense into the incense burner, then stretched out his big hand and picked up the "Spring and Autumn" fragments dedicated to the statue.

"for you."

Lei Luo's words were direct and threw the incomplete script of "Spring and Autumn" at Chen Wushu.

Chen Wushu's eyes were fast and his hands were quick, and he reached out and held the broken piece of "Spring and Autumn" in his hand, and his expression instantly became serious.

"Click!" Lei Luo sat back next to the hot pot and picked up the chopsticks and said, and said after the table was neatly arranged: "Now, now! Now help me go to the Guqi Restaurant in the Central District, and cut off Yan Tong's head and feed the dog."

"There are two dogs in the back alley of the restaurant. They have been hungry for a long time."

Lei Luo picked up the beef with chopsticks again, and chewed it while talking, his face expressionless and his tone was very cold.

The lard boy, big-eyed Ming and the other two immediately turned their eyes to Chen Wushu.

"knew."

Chen Wushu held the broken piece of "Spring and Autumn" and, as if he agreed to go shopping for vegetables, strode and walked out of the gate of Kowloon Mail Hall.

The lard selves held the chopsticks, raised his hand, and shouted toward his back as he walked away: "Ashu, come back quickly and have hot pot!"

"I will leave you the food!"

Chen Wushu waved his hand to tell him that he had disappeared outside the entrance of the hall.

There is a backbone restaurant, a very famous restaurant in Mong Kok, Central District.

Chen Wushu knew the location of this restaurant. When he drove to Mong Kok, Central District, and stopped at the Youguqi Restaurant...

The incomplete script of "Spring and Autumn" in his hand has disappeared, and replaced by a Tang sword with sheaths.

This time, he did not pull out the scabbard, but carried the scabbard to push the car door and get out of the car. He stood at the bottom of the building, raised his head and looked at the sign on the lintel.

Have backbone.

Three gold-plated traditional Chinese characters, hard and powerful.

A mahogany gold-edged sign is elegant and conspicuous.

There are three floors of restaurants with a wooden door half-closed, and some figures in black were sitting inside, sitting silently opposite each other.

The lights on the second floor were turned on but no one was there, and the windowsill on the third floor were silhouettes, with a faint sound echoing.

"This restaurant is a great name!"

"Squeak."

Chen Wushu changed his hand to hold a knife and reached out to push open the half-closed wooden door.

...

Third floor.

Yan Tong sat in the main seat of the hall, with thirteen or four figures of age sitting on both sides of the left and right. Behind each figure was a horse standing with his hands on his back, and at the entrance of the gate there were four gun-fitting agents in black suits guarding the gate.

He held the teacup in his hand, picked up the lid and brewed the tea, then lifted the teacup and drank it.

Everyone sitting on both sides had a bowl of tea on their hands, representing the status of the boss of their club.

After Yan Tong put down the teacup, he raised his eyelids and looked around, looked at them and asked, "Dear men, what do you think of my proposal?"

The bigwigs here are some of the strong and some of the old ones, all of them are small societies that Xiangjiang once could not be suppressed by the "Yiquette".

Compared with the "Yi Group", these societies are definitely not as good as those of "Yi Group".

However, each has some territory and some businesses. The strength of getting together should not be underestimated. It is a huge civilian force.

Of course, there are still some young people in the position, they are the small leaders of the "Yiquette" before the collapse of the "Yiquette".

Now the "Yiqun" is in chaos. These people gather together their own people, each holding the famous banners at the entrance of the "Yiqun" hall, wanting to be vultures who eat rot and steal the position of the leader of the "Yiqun".

Yan Tong called them all to the restaurant tonight, which was definitely not just as simple as drinking tea.

"Are you still afraid of that boy Lei Luo?"

"I'm afraid he uses what else? This guy even kills sworn brothers, he's so unscrupulous!"

"As long as you pay to support me as the Chief Inspector, I promise to let Lei Luo die without a complete body. You can start as many occasions as you do, and I can also reconcile them in the center, so that each hall of Yiqun can successfully establish a self-government, to ensure everyone's smooth sailing and wealth."

Yan Tong saw that before the gangsters could agree, he immediately raised his voice and continued to put pressure on them.

He had already said this, and these people had to respond positively.

In the end, among the oldest and most experienced group of bigwigs, the longest-aged and most experienced "Hetusheng", raised his eyelids and nodded slightly towards Yan Tong: "We can pay for the money, but I hope Mr. Yan can add 20% more."

Yan Tong wanted to spend money to compete for the position of Inspector General Hua. According to what he said before, he was willing to pay 30% of the money.

This makes no sense...

At least 50% will be paid, and the remaining 50% will be crowdfunded by their various clubs.

There is no way. Since Lei Luo asked Chen Wushu to kill "Cuhao", his reputation for Lei Luo has now reached a low point.

After all, people who are involved in the underworld are the most loyal and righteous, and Cuhao is Lei Luo's sworn brother.

It’s right for the two to break up, but Tuhao just wanted to kill you, Lei Luo, a maid. You Lei Luo, just kill your brother?

Now is the old era, and people's hearts are also very ancient!

The word "loyalty and righteousness" is very important because it represents the hearts of the people!

Yan Tong knew how to operate, and took this opportunity to call the bosses of various clubs together, just to use everyone's power to play the trick of "dedication".

Unify most people and defeat a small number of people.

Is there a set.

The little leaders of the "Yiquette" were all shouting to avenge the boss, so they were naturally very enthusiastic about it.

The other club bosses can't stand Lei Luo's biggest personality, and he doesn't want to have his subordinate clubs to be dominated by one person in the future.

So when Yan Tong expressed his intention to give up interfering in the underworld and only charge profits every month, their camp soon began to lean towards Yan Tong.

Now the two sides are in the stage of negotiating cooperation...

After hearing the words of "Hetusheng", Yan Tong tapped the table with his fingers and said in his heart: "Why don't you die if you make such a trick of the old bones? I'm going to bleed! I'll be the first to kill you!"

At this time, Yan Tong's fingers suddenly stopped and said decisively: "Okay! I will give you 20% more, 50% more!"

"Next Friday is my fiftieth birthday. At that time, I will put it in the Bone Restaurant and wait for you to come. Just bring the donation to you and I will invite you to a banquet."

The main thing is that money comes, but it doesn’t matter whether people come or not.

"Hu." He Tusheng Longtou heard Yan Tong let out a sigh, looked around everyone, but saw no one shaking his head.

He clasped his fists with his hands and said in a steady tone: "Old Yan, don't worry, we will come to congratulate you on your fifty years old..."

"Wait! Wait! Wait!"

The sound of several heavy objects falling to the ground outside the door sounded, and it happened to flood the last word "尼" in his mouth.

Yan Tong suddenly looked up and looked at a figure who was standing at the gate of the hall.

"How come you are here!"

He blurted out a scream, his eyes full of disbelief.
Chapter completed!