"Yao Yang!"

"Why hasn't Uncle Kun come out yet?"

"Gandhi has been sent to the hospital by the police!"

The Quyi Club is located in a commercial building.

Guohua, Han Chen, Wen Zheng, and the each took a group of younger brothers, all wearing flower shirts and cigarettes, staring at the group of Ni family bodyguards guarding the door and asked.

And Ni Kun's henchman bodyguard Yao Yang took more than a dozen suit-mounted gunmen, all of whom put their hands on their chests expressionlessly, and firmly guarded the door.

In the alley of the building, the bodyguards and dozens of people brought by the four major leaders, a large group of people have blocked the narrow entrance of the building.

"Uncle Kun is singing."

Lei Yaoyang's expression was old-fashioned and said without emotion.

But for the other four leaders of the Ni family in Tsim Sha Tsui, the lack of one of the five is a big deal, and the police can arrest Gandhi if they can arrest them, which inevitably makes them feel related, and the rabbit dies and the fox is sad, and they are as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

However, from the afternoon to the present, Uncle Kun should eat, eat, sing, and sing, and he didn't say anything at all.

They had to take the initiative to find Uncle Kun and ask Uncle Kun what to do next.

The with the most impulsive personality couldn't help but take a step forward and scolded: "Singing! Singing! Can I have food for singing? ”

"The police have arrested Gandhi! Next time, I'm going to arrest me, you, and Uncle Kun! ”

"Do nothing."

"Let's kill ourselves!"

In fact, from Ni Kun's point of view, the more you do now, the more you make mistakes, don't do anything, and it is the smart way to stabilize your position.

Because as long as he grasps the channels and keeps the big warehouse, no matter how many Gandhi die, Guohua, and Ni families will not fall.

If you mess around! Whether he is arrested or an accident in the warehouse, it is a major crisis for the Ni family, and the Ni family may collapse in the blink of an eye.

It's a pity that Guohua, Han Chen and others are not dead.

They just want to protect themselves as horses.

I saw that the forcibly stepped forward, and planned to break into the gate to meet Uncle Kun.

But Yaoyang unceremoniously raised his hand and pushed him back, looked at him with cold eyes, and said, "Uncle Kun said that except for Zhuang Ye!" ”

"Before he came out, no one was seen!"

"!"

The burst out with a dirty word, and just wanted to continue to do it, but when he made contact with Yao Yang with his eyes, he immediately felt a chill.

At this time, he hurriedly retracted his movements, boom, and kicked on the trash can next to him with an aggrieved face.

At this moment, Guohua and Wen Zheng glanced at each other, and they no longer spoke.

They planned to wait until dawn for Uncle Kun to come out.

Han Chen stood silently in the corner alone.

He is undoubtedly the weakest humble boy among the "Five" in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Yao Yang withdrew his arms and clasped his hands together again to block the door.

"Return to Zhuang Ye!"

"It's strange that Zhuang Ye came back to the Quyi Club to find you!"

"The next time we meet, it's either in the warehouse or at the police station!"

"Who is going to see Zhuang Ye?"

"I'm going to hit the street when I see him!"

The was still cursing loudly while rubbing his head.

Guohua and Wen Zheng took out cigarettes and lit them, preparing to fight a protracted battle with Uncle Kun.

What they are most afraid of is that Uncle Kun only cares about himself, regardless of their life or death, no matter what, he must force Uncle Kun to make a move, otherwise they will have to finish the game.

Even if it is the best way to stand still, they can't let Uncle Kun stand still, because people always have to think about themselves, and no one is a puppet who can be manipulated casually.

This is also the reason why many large companies and organizations often fail to make the best choices when faced with crises.

Because organizations are not controlled by individuals!

"I, you, and you, you, you, you,"

"Who wants to see Zhuang Ye?"

"Do you want to see it?"

"Or do you want to!"

The roared reflexively, probably trying to startle Ni Kun out with his roar.

Whew.

Unexpectedly, a row of black Mercedes-Benz suddenly stopped on the side of the road.

More than 20 people in suits pushed the car door, a middle-aged man with fortune opened the car door for the middle car, and a young and handsome figure bent down to get out of the car, straightened up, and sorted out the suit with his hands.

This scene is more gangster than the gang boss, but the vehicle is an official car of the police force, and the people who got out of the car are police officers from the Wan Chai Crime Unit, as well as the Commissioner of Wan Chai, a Chinese interlocutor of the police force.

At this moment, the night is already dark.

There are only street lights and neon lights on the side of the street.

The picture is dark and depressing.

Zhuang Shikai tidied up his suit, clicked, and led the people to the entrance of the building.

Fortunately, there was no rain in the sky at this time, no one in the police force had an umbrella, and everyone could still see each other clearly, otherwise the police force would have a bulging waist, and the people of the Ni family thought that the enemy was going to kill.

Of course, now the Ni family is still shocked, and everyone has set their eyes on the police force.

"Zhuang Zhuang Zhuang..."

"Master Zhuang......" the stammered.

Han Chen and Guohua took two steps back.

Yao Yang breathed a sigh of relief and quietly loosened the weapon on his waist.

Zhuang Shikai stood in front of them one step and asked with a chuckle, "What?" ”

"Gather here for a meeting?"

Han Chen and the others didn't dare to answer.

Zhuang Shikai's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he shouted solemnly: "It's not just flashing!" ”

"Whoa." A group of ponies flashed to the side.

Including Yao Yang, who guarded the door, no one dared to block Zhuang Ye's way.

Zhuang Shikai glanced sideways at Yao Yang, retracted his gaze and walked into the Quyi Club.

Uncle Biao led the police officers to guard the door of the building, staring at one by one, staring at the group of criminals in front of him.

He knew that this group of Ni gunmen must have weapons, but the crime of illegal gun possession was too light, and arresting them was the same as not arresting them, so there was really no need to let the guys work overtime.

As long as these criminals don't pull out their guns in advance, the police force won't force them to pull out their guns.

This dark night.

Both sides maintained a tacit understanding.

And the Xiangjiang Quyi Society is very small.

After Zhuang Shikai pushed open the glass door, he strode into the underwear of the Quyi Club.

Just listen to the melodious tune.

Ni Kun was dressed in trousers and a white shirt, his hair was a little gray, and he was standing in the Quyi Club with a slight Sven atmosphere, holding a harmonica and playing a song "Friendship Lasts Forever".

He looks like the uncles and aunts in the Quyi Club, how can he have the demeanor of the four major dealers?

But that's what makes him more magnanimous!

More like a difficult boss!

At this time, Zhuang Shikai was standing in the Quyi Club, and the aunts and elders who were holding erhu and wooden drums on the chairs in the club all looked at him, and their eyes were full of old sophistication and calm.

Those who dare to fight and kill, the hall master, are inferior to the uncles and aunts.

Rather, they are people who have really seen the world.

"Bang Bang!"

"Mr. Ni's song is so good."

Ni Kun put down the harmonica, turned around and smiled, Zhuang Shikai applauded lightly, and his face was not hesitant to approve.

This Scottish ballad is full of the beauty of the years, inexplicably sighing, and fully deserves applause.

But doesn't the Quyi Society sing Cantonese opera?

Why did you play the harmonica?

Zhuang Shikai put down his palm, and said with a deep gaze: "But Mr. Ni always likes to do things that shouldn't be done." ”

"The Quyi Society shouldn't play the harmonica."

"Instead, you should sing Cantonese opera."

Ni Kun turned to look at Zhuang Shikai and replied with a smile: "Officer Zhuang has won the award." ”

"Just after singing the song "The Legend of the White Snake", the old neighbors asked me to play the harmonica to cheer up, so I simply played a paragraph."

"People always have to change their tastes."

Ni Kun put down the harmonica, wiped it with a handkerchief, and then wrapped the harmonica with a handkerchief and tightened the pocket of his suit.

The old neighbors of the Quyi Society began to pack up their things and end today's entertainment.

Zhuang Shikai lit a cigarette and said: "It's not impossible to sing Cantonese opera every day. ”

Ni Kun replied with a smile: "It's going to get tired." ”

"Is that unwilling?" Zhuang Shikai narrowed his eyes and spit out a puff of cigarette.

Ni Kun smiled without saying a word, got up and left, "Do you want to eat supper together?" ”

"I know there's a nice food stall nearby."

Zhuang Shikai raised his watch and glanced at it and said, "It's just time." ”

"Let's be together, then."

Zhuang Shikai turned around and walked out of the gate of the Quyi Society, and Ni Kun immediately appeared behind him.

A small alley is filled with hundreds of people.

"Zhuang sir!"

"Zhuang sir!"

"Uncle Kun!"

"Uncle Kun......"

Both sides shouted in unison, but the horses of the Ni family only dared to shout and did not dare to step forward, but Uncle Biao led people to come forward to give Zhuang sir a look, which meant to ask Zhuang sir if he wanted to pull people, even if he couldn't really catch Ni Kun, he could also give him a dismount in advance and let him eat a killing stick.

Zhuang Shikai didn't answer this look, and said with a smile Zhou Huabiao: "I'll go to have a supper with Mr. Ni, let's go together, Mr. Ni will pay." ”

Zhuang Sir even forgot to bring his own people with him.

Zhou Huabiao was a little confused, so he had to nod: "Yes!" Sir! ”

Ni Kun asked beside him: "I'll lead the way." ”

"About five minutes."

Subsequently, hundreds of people on both sides walked out of the alley, walked on the side of the street, and marched along the street, and on one side were the police and the other side were gang gunmen, and the momentum was very terrifying.

Zhuang Shikai and Ni Kun walked in front, and Uncle Biao, Han Chen and others followed... The citizens and passers-by who met them on the road, all of them were consciously flashing people, and they did not dare to pass through them.

And Zhuang Shikai and Ni Kun did not speak on the road, and the people on both sides did not speak, which made the momentum gradually become serious, and the night was unconsciously covered with a layer of murderous intention.

Fortunately, the five-minute journey was very fast, and the people on both sides arrived in front of the supper stall.

The owner of the supper stall saw Ni Kun walking into the stall, with a sweat towel on his shoulders and a pot lid in his hand, and greeted without stopping: "Uncle Kun!" It's time for supper again! ”

"Yes! Ngawang! ”

"Bring some friends over for supper." Ni Kun walked to a round table and sat down on a plastic chair: "Each friend has a wonton." ”

"Count me in."

"Good Ratcha!" The supper boss immediately greeted.

Zhuang Shikai also moved a chair, sat opposite Ni Kun, and glanced at Uncle Biao next to him, and more than 20 police officers sat down at other tables of the night food stall, and the entire night food stall was filled in an instant.

"Big business." The supper boss chuckled and immediately beckoned his wife to help.

And Han Chen, Guohua and others of the Ni family took their subordinates and Yao Yang and others to stand outside the canopy of the supper stall.

"Da-da." Zhuang Shikai took out two fingers of chopsticks and placed them on the table to align.