Fang couldn't help but be disappointed.

has been bullied by others for so long, Song Siming didn't even investigate who the opponent was?

The disciples of the Green Gang are far from the legends.

Seeing Song Siming come out of the room, Fang Buwei still didn't move.

It's still useful for Song Siming to keep it, at least until he reports to the Qinggang in Shanghai.

Fang Buwei climbed to the top of the building, remembering in his heart which room the second senior brother had entered at that time.

As a result, he didn't take a few steps before Fang Buwei smelled a strong smell.

This bastard is sucking it.

After waiting for a full hour, this one was addicted and fell into a deep sleep.

Fang Buwei sneaked in quietly, knocked the second senior brother unconscious silently, and then tied it tightly to his back with a sheet.

……

"The chief is out?"

"Looks like you're carrying someone?"

Ye Xingzhong and Feng Jiashan, who were hiding in the corner, muttered quietly.

"Get people in the car first!" Fang Buwei ran over lightly and quickly, abandoned the person to the two subordinates, and went back.

A few minutes later, Fang Buwei came back with a huge burden......

The same goes for the third time......

Ye Xingzhong sniffed violently.

Is it smoke?

The two men looked at each other, and they couldn't understand that the chief was just stealing people, what was the use of stealing such smoke?

……

"Wow"

A basin of ice water was poured over his head, and Qian Er shivered and opened his eyes.

Feng Jiashan knew this person, he was He Shirong's second apprentice, the big Qian Zhenkun, and the Hun Qian Er.

"Woo ......"

Seeing three big men standing in front of Ken, Qian Er writhed twice in horror.

"Hurry up!" Fang Buwei said coldly.

"Thorn pulls ......" Feng Jiashan cut Qian Er's thigh with a knife, and blood broke out immediately.

Ye Xingzhong next to him sprinkled a handful of salt on it.

This is the temporary base of Fengjiashan, and there are no tools to use, so you can only use local materials.

But Fang didn't feel that enough was enough.

How hard can a drug scoundrel have bones?

"Uh......h Woo......"

Qian Erdang broke out in a cold sweat.

"Don't scream...... Whatever you ask, you say? Fang Buwei put it in front of Qian Er's eyes and warned coldly.

Qian Er nodded vigorously.

Fang Buwei removed the cloth ball from Qian Er's mouth.

"Who gave you the batch of goods you gave to Song Siming?"

Qian Er's eyes opened suddenly, and then he rolled his eyes again.

Fang Bu didn't have time to fight with him, sneered, and grabbed Qian Er's neck with one hand.

"One more ......"

Feng Jiashan cut it without a trace of hesitation.

Qian Erfang's skin was bruised, but there was no room for resistance.

"Honestly?" Fang Buwei asked in a cold voice.

Qian Er's head couldn't move, so he could only blink his eyelids a few times.

Needle Er coughed twice, and before he could breathe, Fang Buwei grabbed his hair.

"Say!"

"It's Boss Wu...... Boss Wu in Paris at night......"

Sure enough, it's still Zhao Jinshan!

"Wu Xiong?" Fang Buwei sneered.

Qian Erzhi nodded.

He was now frightened.

Fang Buwei still has an image, Wu Xiong is the manager of Zhao Jinshan's nightclub, and in order to fish these people at that time, Zhao Jinshan also sent gold bars to himself.

"Continue the trial, see what other things he has done that hurts the heavens and reason......" Fang Buwei dropped Qian Er, pulled a towel and wiped his hands.

He had already thought about the usefulness of Qian Er, but in order to prevent Ye Xingzhong and Feng Jiashan from thinking that he was too cruel, he could only waste some time and let them know that ten deaths for a person like Qian Er were not enough.

Although the two subordinates were not a good thing, Fang Buwei didn't want to leave them with the impression that he was too vicious.

"This kind of goods can be taken care of directly, what is there to judge?"

Seeing that Fang Buwei turned around, Ye Xingzhong muttered to Feng Jiashan in a low voice.

Feng Jiashan had a gloating smile on his face.

Ye Xingzhong secretly screamed badly, and before he could turn around, with a "snap", a towel smashed on the back of his head.

"Just your?" Fang Buwei snorted coldly.

Ye Xingzhong was in a cold sweat.

He had forgotten that his father's hearing was not ordinarily strong.

……

Without asking a few words, Ye Xingzhong trembled with anger, and uncontrollably wanted to dig a few holes in Qian Er's body.

It's just that there is no evil to do, and it is difficult to write.

That's the kind of effect you want.

"Hang on the door of Paris at night......" Fang did not arrange.

At this time, Ye Xingzhong and Feng Jiashan knew why Fang Buwei had to work so hard to steal hundreds of catties of tobacco soil.

……

As soon as it was dawn, an old man with a broom on his back began to sweep the street.

When he swept to the door of the nightclub, he saw the paper bags scattered on the ground, and the old man cursed a few words.

A gust of wind blew, and he felt something shaking overhead, and when the old man raised his head, his face instantly turned pale.

"Murdered ......"

A few minutes later, police officers from the substation arrived.

The soundproofing of the nightclub is so good that you haven't heard any movement outside until now.

……

He Mansion.

Song Siming had just gotten up and was packing up his things, when a disciple came over to report, "Master, the second master is not there?" ”

Where can you go so early?

Song Siming had a bad premonition.

"Go downstairs and ask the brother on duty at night, when did he go out?"

"Boom, boom, boom......" There was another flurry of footsteps outside.

The third child stood at the door panting and pouting, "Big brother, the goods are missing......"

Half an hour later, Song Siming knew that Qian Er was hanged at the gate of Paris at night, and the batch of goods he brought back was under his feet.

Who did it?

Qian Er can hide from the guards and sneak out, this is still possible.

How did the 500-pound cargo get out?

Song Siming trembled with fright, and his heart was even more hateful.

"Let me find out, why did the second child die in Zhao Jinshan's nightclub......"

How long has it been since Master died there?

Why Zhao Jinshan again?

……

The police entered the nightclub, and it didn't take long for them to come out again, accompanied by Wu Xiong.

Several policemen had smiles on their faces, wishing they had to die a few more times.

Boss Wu was too generous.

Wu Xiong's face was as black as the bottom of the pot.

The last time he died, it was He Shirong, and even if he finally found out that he had nothing to do with the boss, he also spent a lot of money.

Although he died this time as a disciple, his identity was somewhat special.

Qian Er was personally explained by the boss and asked him to come forward to buy it, and he was ready to be of great use in the future.

Don't think about it, it must be Song Siming who found out that Qian Er betrayed him, and after the killing, he still didn't release his hatred, and hung up at the gate of his house again.

Song Siming, let's see?

Wu Xiong saw the pile of smoke on the ground, and gritted his teeth with hatred.

Seeing off the police, Wu Xiong went up to the third floor and pushed open a door.

Zhao Jinshan was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette.

"Boss, the people of the Green Gang are too much!" Wu Xiong said angrily.