"It has been investigated clearly."

Dashacheng took a step forward and made a quick report.

"This Zhong Wenze suddenly appeared. That night the police went to catch Ma Cleizi. He drove Song Zihao and Ma Cleizi away. This person is now very close to Song Zihao and has a good relationship."

"It is said that this person also has a criminal record. He had followed Ma Clep and the others before. He had been squatting inside for several years because of his crime. Judging from his attitude, he was planning to continue to be a younger brother to Song Zihao."

"Be a little brother?"

Tan Cheng wrapped his cigar and spit out a strong smoke. He rubbed his big back with hairspray: "It's okay if Song Zihao doesn't cooperate with me, but he will accept me? Why, he is going to make a comeback and compete with me for food?"

"Since that's the case, I have to let him understand one truth: if he doesn't cooperate with me, he, Song Zihao, will never stand up in his life!"

"Find a good guy and arrange for me his newly acquired younger brother."

"good!"

Dashacheng nodded and turned around and went out.

No words all night.

The next morning.

Zhong Wenze went out early and dressed neatly in front of the mirror. He brought two servings of char siu rice noodles on the way to United Taxi Company.

He has been driving here for a short week. Although he is just a rental car, he pays great attention to his clothes. He is all in a white Oxford shirt and black trousers. With his handsome face, he is definitely very productive in appearance.

"Uncle Jian, come and have some rice noodles, your favorite char siu stuffing."

Zhong Wenze put the packaged breakfast on Uncle Jian’s table: “I know you like heavy taste, so I poured you more soy sauce.”

"You boy, you're quite conscientious."

Uncle Jian didn't politely open the box and started eating. He glanced at Zhong Wenze: "But I'm very curious. You kid can be an actor. What taxi can you drive here for me?"

"Two days ago, there were several rich women who had taken your car. They called our company and came to ask about your situation."

"hey-hey."

Zhong Wenze smiled without saying a word, ignored his topic, took out Marlboro in his pocket, and put a stick on Uncle Jian's desk: "Where is Brother Hao? Why didn't you see others today?"

"I didn't come, I don't know what to do."

When Uncle Jian talked about this, he shook his head: "Oh, I have told you many times. We must reform ourselves and not do anything. If we do something, we will go back to the past. What is the difference between them and those of us?"

"That person has been stooling and peeing all over the head. Wouldn't he fight back?"

Zhong Wenze did not agree with Uncle Jian’s statement: “Uncle Jian, your idea needs to be changed. It is too pedantic and does not conform to your title as a prisoner’s ancestor.”

"Really?"

Uncle Jian shook his head with a smile.

Before he finished smoking a cigarette, Zhong Wenze was not in a hurry to get out of the car: "Oh, by the way, Uncle Jian, why did you go in before?"

Uncle Jian finished eating the last piece of rice noodles, wiped his mouth and lit a cigarette: "A small matter."

"What's up?"

Zhong Wenze asked.

"Oh, the past is unbearable to look back on. Since you are curious, I will tell you something."

Uncle Jian sighed with some emotion: "At the beginning, I was young and frivolous, and accidentally made some more BOOM sounds, but the blow was too powerful, and then I was caught."

Zhong Wenze's fingers trembled, and he didn't even hold the cigarette firmly, so he burned his finger: "What? You can do BOOM?"

Uncle Jian waved his hand and said lightly: "Yes, it's too powerful, and the person will be blown away in an instant."

"ah..."

Zhong Wenze responded, and looked at Uncle Jian with a look of awe.

You can't afford to offend.

If you have a disagreement, you will lose it all over. Who can handle it?

"By the way, what did you say just now? Is it pedantic, right?"

Uncle Jian remembered Zhong Wenze’s comment just now and was about to debate with this young man: “I have to tell you well, we have reformed ourselves…”

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay, how could Uncle Jian be pedantic!"

Zhong Wenze smiled embarrassedly, gave a sincere thumbs up, and said flatteringly: "Uncle Jian is simply the ancestor of the prisoners, our role model, mighty and domineering, sweeping the world!"

He said, getting up and walking outside.

The pace is very fast and very scared.

"Well, Uncle Jian, I'm out of the car. I won't tell you anymore. Bye bye, bye bye bye, don't send me, see you back."

"hehe."

Uncle Jian shook his head with a smile and looked at Zhong Wenze's back: "This kid is quite interesting."

...

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Zhong Wenze had just sent off a guest, and someone reached out to stop the car at the intersection.

Zhong Wenze tilted his head and looked at the young man who had just come up from the back seat. He was wearing a denim jacket and his long hair was dyed very yellow. He was very energetic.

Standard dress of young and dandy.

"Where are you going?"

"Drive forward."

The young man reached out and stroked the bangs hanging from his forehead: "Open it first."

Zhong Wenze narrowed his eyes and looked at the inner rearview mirror: "Is there no destination?"

“So many questions?”

The handsome boy raised his eyelids and said, "I'll give you the money, you can drive." As he said that, he took out a stack of banknotes, pulled out three of them and threw them on his face: "Driving the money first, then talking about it." The money fell all over the floor.

Not much money, but it is extremely insulting.

"What are you doing?!"

Zhong Wenze's face suddenly pulled down, he glanced at the money that fell on his body, and his temper came up: "Drunk me with money?"

"Hey, yell at me!"

The young man pointed at Zhong Wenze: "Do you know where I'm doing?!"

"I hate the most about other people pointing at my nose!"

Zhong Wenze slapped the steering wheel and turned his body to look at him: "I will give you two choices now, either pick up the money or get out of the car and get out of here."

When the young man heard this, he cursed: "Fast, you are looking for death! Believe it or not, I will kill you!"

"What the hell do you want to do? Come and chop me up! Come and chop me to death!"

Zhong Wenze shouted, reached out and pulled down the seat belt and opened the car door and was about to get off: "I must kill you today!" He pulled out a saw-sawed chrome-plated pipe from under the seat, and cut one end specially, which was very sharp.

These things were prepared by Zhong Wenze earlier.

After confirming that he was in the Hong Kong world where he was trying to get his gun and he was "twistling" with a disagreement, he was extremely scared, so he prepared a handy guy for himself, and he just wanted to just bring arms with him.

Zhong Wenze looked at the young man with his eyes squinted, and the cigarette in his mouth was gathered in the ashes, and it didn't fall off, like a suit thug: "Come on, get out of the car and fight alone!"

"Damn!"

The young man looked at Zhong Wenze's high raised arms and the beautiful lines of tendon flesh. He confirmed that the other party's combat effectiveness was several times that of his own, so he raised his hands directly: "Caocao, big guy, I was wrong, I missed the streets. I was just kidding you just now."

He felt so depressed.

Is this taxi driver so powerful now? He looks so handsome, looking more gentle than those little white-collar workers, and then he takes out a guy to chop people up after a disagreement?

Then, in the bustling downtown area, ignoring the patrols around, took out the guy openly and told an unarmed person to fight alone?

There is also a kingly law!

There is still law!

Do you want shame?

"Pick up the money!"

Zhong Wenze looked at him expressionlessly: "You are fucking fun with me here!"
Chapter completed!