I ignored you just now upstairs, what are you pretending to be with me? Deng Bibo said angrily to the guards, now the case is so complicated and serious, all the brothers are helping, what about you who are not here to help, but you are going out to do something secret. Hmph, don't think I don't know, what secret things are not the business of those hooligan gangs, I don't believe that Shanghai will be finished without these scum.

The brim of Du Yunsheng's hat was pressed very low, and Deng's words reached his ears, and he gently lifted the brim of his hat and wrote down the name that he shouted loudly.

Is it all said and done? The Guardian said coldly.

Deng Bibo's two lips were tightly glued together, and without revealing half a word, he moved his body away.

When Du Yunsheng was about to leave the door of the hall, he looked back at the team leader who he had never paid attention to before.

At the urging of Deng Bibo, the hotel waiter finally completed the portrait. Deng Bibo looked at Wu Jingya's image, why do I think this person is so familiar? At this moment, Deng Bibo's shoulders were leaning against the wall, and behind him happened to be the portrait of the wanted warrant sent by the Yangtze River Water Division, which was almost the same as the one in Deng's hand, but he had not yet noticed the problem.

After Du Huo communicated with Zhang Xiaoling, he was the only one who drove the car and was released. Zhang Xiaoling returned to the French Concession alone, he did not rush back to Zhang's mansion, but drove the car to the Wanli Gang headquarters building. He waited for the dawn to come. At this moment, he must unconditionally obey what Du Huo said to him, because his son is in the hands of others.

Finally hit eight o'clock, Zhang Xiaoling's eyes were bloodshot, but there was no trace of difficulty. He first dialed Liu Ke, and Liu Ke's hoarse voice sounded in the microphone.

Hey, Master Zhang, did the red clay go well?

It's smooth, it's so smooth, Lao Liu, you can really do it, you hide such a big thing from me.

Sorry brother, it seems that you already know the layout of the whole thing, so I won't hide it from you anymore. Yesterday, it was Du Huo who informed me that his sister was going to sabotage our killing of Du Yunsheng, and I reminded Cao Xin and persuaded him to become our man. Now I can tell you unequivocally that Du Yunsheng is dead. It went well.

Zhang Xiaoling's heart was empty, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day. He thought of the way he had been carrying Du Yunsheng around to seek medical treatment again. Zhang Xiaoling's angry dialogue microphone said, What I want is to control the Wanli Gang, not destroy the Wanli Gang.

If you don't destroy the Wanli Gang, how can you control the Wanli Gang. Liu Ke laughed. You can't help yourself now, it's better to obey.

Zhang Xiaoling hung up the phone and fell into deep self-blame. If he wants to make these few calls in a while, it will put the Wanli Gang in a situation from which it will never recover. But he had no choice but to solve it like this. Alpha is still in their hands.

Hey, Ningzhou Hall? I'm Zhang Xiaoling, gather your brothers and do something for me.

A meek voice of promise came from the other end of the line.

What did Du Huo ask Zhang Xiaoling to do, and why did Zhang Xiaoling feel like the end of the world had arrived?

Ningzhou Hall is the largest hall under the Wanli Gang, and this hall is usually directly responsible for the Huang Gang Leader, and the fixed number of people in the hall exceeds 5,000 people. The soldiers are strong and strong, and they are the strongest, the most decisive, and of course the most mysterious of the halls of the Wanli Gang. He rarely uses it, but when he does, it's a big thing that makes people famous.

Zhang Xiaoling assigned them a special task, that is, all the cousins in Ningzhou carried the patriotic slogan of the revolutionary party, that is, the United Russia and the United Communist Party to help the peasants and workers, and swaggered through the noisy scenes in the concession. Each brother participating in the parade had to wear an armband with the word "Wanli Gang" on his arm. Although the leaders of Ningzhou Hall did not understand this order very much, they acted quickly out of compliance with the gang rules. The march officially began at 8 a.m. First go to the Public Concession, then to the French Concession.

Zhang Xiaoling, who hung up the phone, stood by the window, he was waiting for these marching brothers to walk in front of him, his heart had never been as painful and helpless as it is today.

The news on the front page of the Shanghai Morning Post that morning was that, according to people familiar with the matter, Du Yunsheng committed suicide in prison last night...

When the citizens asked the newsboy for the newspaper, the procession of the Wanli Gang marched through the streets and alleys of Shanghai as promised. Media reporters followed the procession, frantically snapping pictures.

Good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles. The head of the board of directors of the French Concession hurriedly called Roman when he learned the news, and Roman was also very shocked when he learned about it.

Roman, how can this kind of thing happen to us, those Siberian polar bears are trying to extend their power directly to us?

Yes sir, I will definitely fix this as soon as possible.

How are you going to solve it.

I'll disperse them all.

No, it's an illegal assembly, I want you to arrest them all, did you hear them all? I want to know who is the leader behind them?

Yes sir, Roman put down the phone worriedly.

Roman's wife looked at her husband with concern, and naturally, the two had reconciled last night. How dear.

Roman shook his head, he picked up the newspaper on the table, and he also saw the news of Du Yunsheng's suicide. He dialed Inspector Cao Xin's room again. Cao Xin struggled to squeeze over the phone, and at this time the guard who guarded him was lying on the sofa and sleeping very deeply. Cao Xin spit out the cloth in his mouth, and then moved towards the table where the phone was placed at the same time. Cao Xin couldn't break free from the ropes on his hands and feet, and there was no way he could only stretch out his little black mouth to hold the microphone, then pull out the microphone, and finally yell into the microphone.

The idea is good, but it is really difficult to implement, how can the mouth be so flexible as the hand? The phone rings, one, two, three. Cao Xin's beads of sweat were about to fall.

Gaba, the microphone finally came out, save me, Du Yunsheng is not dead, I was kidnapped.

Cao Xin's voice was very loud, and the guards on the sofa opened their eyes suddenly, and the Aso cabinet knew Cao Xin's intentions. He strode forward and slammed his fist into him. The guards knew that the matter had been lost, and prepared to kill Cao Xin while taking poison and committing suicide to repay Mr. Du's cultivation.

Toot beet, the sound of hanging up came from the microphone. Thankfully, when Cao Xin picked up the phone, he couldn't wait to hang up.

Roman saw that Cao Xin couldn't get through and scolded, how can these Chinese do things like this, ah... Roman slammed the microphone on the dining table. Yellow fat man, you bastard, where did you go?