"I—we'll go to the Songpa workshop again." Qin Feng suddenly said, "If I'm not mistaken, that mysterious person must have also been to the Songpa Workshop, and he entered it in a way that we didn't know. If we can find clues there, this case will be completely clear. ”

"What if you can't find it?" Tang Ren asked.

"Then, then your black cauldron will be decided!" Qin Feng Dao.

"Damn!"

"Let it go, rest assured, there is no death penalty in Siam, you, you will be locked up for more than forty years, and you will come out." Qin Feng teased.

"Damn!" Tang Ren raised his voice.

"No, but, maybe you will be thrown into the Chao Phraya River by Mr. Yan first to feed the crocodiles." Qin Feng said again.

"Damn!" Tang Ren's eyes widened in horror.

"Maybe I'll be killed by that mysterious man." Qin Feng thought about it and said again.

"Damn!" Tang Ren gasped, and his voice trembled a little.

"Y-What else would you do but say yes?" Qin Feng couldn't help but complain.

Tang Ren looked at Qin Feng: "Don't forget, the police are also looking for you, Mr. Yan said that he would also throw you away to feed the crocodile, and besides, you have guessed so much truth, that mysterious person is likely to be blind to you." ”

The expression on Qin Feng's face suddenly froze, and he said after a long time: "Damn!" ”

At the same time, a young man with a beard happened to walk into a secluded villa on Sukhumvit Avenue.

In the villa, a white-haired young man was sitting on the sofa, his face was pale, his eye sockets were deep, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and the whole person looked a little crazy and nervous.

Behind him, there were also two strangely dressed young men with tattoos.

The sound of the bearded young man opening the door alarmed the people in the room, and after the white-haired young man was stunned for a moment, he let out a strange cry, laughed and stood up, and walked towards the door.

"He's handsome!"

The white-haired young man pointed at the mustache and shouted, then put his head in front of the mustache's eyes, and his eyes widened: "Hey, is it troublesome to trim your beard?" ”

The mustache glanced at him, suddenly smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and walked around him inside.

The white-haired young man shook his hand with a smile and pointed at his two subordinates casually: "Go out, if you want to talk about things, do you have any eyes?" Do you want me to invite you? ”

The two men hurriedly walked out, not daring to say a word, as if they were terrified of the white-haired young man.

In the process, the mustache walked around the villa and opened the doors of all the rooms to inspect it.

"Do you want to be so careful?" The white-haired young man said disdainfully, he took out a cigarette, lit it for himself, and after puffing out a puff of smoke, his face suddenly showed a look of intoxication.

"Where you picked, are you still so careful? Wow, are you usually tired? He continued to chuckle.

The mustache ignored him and checked everything under the table, in the cracks of the sofa, and other places that could be checked.

"Do you want to search me too?" Seeing this, the white-haired young man suddenly became a little angry.

The mustache was pressed to the ground, and after looking around carefully, he stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Not necessarily." He smiled at the white-haired youth.

If you had this brain, you wouldn't have been deceived by my words from Hong Kong Island to Thailand......

"Sit." He made a gesture of invitation and said to the white-haired youth.

"Cut! False seriousness. The white-haired young man scolded disdainfully, staggered over, sat on the sofa, like a mollusk without a skeleton, and lay down with his feet on the table.

The mustache glanced at his feet on the table, his brow furrowed slightly, but he let go.

"Let's get to know each other officially," the mustache smiled, "Zhang Ziwei." ”

"Tsim Sha Tsui Duan Kun." The white-haired young man said lazily and casually, he glanced at Zhang Ziwei with slanted eyes, "Don't talk nonsense!" You called me and said that your Golden Triangle chose me to be the exclusive agent of Hong Kong Island, I admire your vision, but there is no free lunch in the world, say, what do you need me to do? ”

The mustache looked at Duan Kun with a smile, this person was the same as he knew, reckless, brainless, impulsive, and moody.

The most important thing is that this Duan Kun is very ambitious and wants to establish the largest community on Hong Kong Island.

"Do you dare to kill?" Zhang Ziwei asked.

"Then it depends on who kills." Duan Kun said lazily, "Don't take me for a fool, I know that there are people who I can't afford to provoke for the time being." ”

"The son of the eight-faced Buddha, dare to kill?" Zhang Ziwei said with a smile.

Duan Kun's face suddenly changed, and he sat up suddenly, leaned forward, and stared at Zhang Ziwei's eyes.

"You're kidding me?" His face was not good.

"There's no need for that, is it?" Zhang Ziwei smiled, he took out a photo from his pocket and showed it to Duan Kun.

The photo is a group photo, the man is Zhang Ziwei himself, the woman is very beautiful, and the figure is also very good.

"This is my wife." Zhang Ziwei said, "Her name is Menna, and she is the daughter of the eight-faced Buddha. ”

"You are the son-in-law of the eight-faced Buddha?" Duan Kun was surprised, "Then why did you kill his son?" ”

"The eight-faced Buddha is old." Zhang Ziwei put away the photo and said slowly, "I want to sit in his place." ”

When Duan Kun heard this, he immediately gave a thumbs up: "Ambitious!" I just like people like you who have ideals! ”

"But ......," Duan Kun changed his words, "how do I know that you won't cross the river and tear down the bridge?" Besides, even if his son dies, who knows if that position will get you? ”

Zhang Ziwei smiled, smiling brightly.

"Whoever stands in my way, I will kill!" He said, "The world has changed, and it should have been the world of our young people a long time ago!" The old guys thought they could press us with the word rules, so I told them with a gun that whoever has the big fist is the rule! ”

In the end, Zhang Ziwei's eyes had become extremely sharp, and his smile had turned into a cold and hideous smile.

"Do you want to bet with me?" He stared at Duan Kun's eyes, "If you lose, you will run away; Won ......"

He paused, stretched out a finger and poked Duan Kun's right shoulder, and said viciously: "The entire Hong Kong Island is yours!" ”

Duan Kun was told by Zhang Ziwei, his eyes were red, his hands trembled, and he felt his blood boiling.

But he was still a little hesitant.

Zhang Ziwei sat back on the sofa and continued: "As long as you nod, I will give you a ton of goods as a reward for this matter." ”

Duan Kun's breathing suddenly became rapid.

"You just think about it," Zhang Ziwei took out a cigar box, took out a cigar from it and trimmed it slowly, unhurriedly, "but this is the only chance." Actually, what you have to do is very simple, four words - shoot and kill! ”

Duan Kun's face was cloudy, and he suddenly gritted his teeth for a long time and said, "You won't let me do it in Siam, will you?" Isn't that looking for death? ”

"On Hong Kong Island." Zhang Ziwei lit the fire and smoked the cigar with the fire. "Moreover, he will not bring more than ten people."

"If that's the case......" Duan Kun muttered, his face suddenly turned ruthless, he slammed the table with a "bang", gritted his teeth and said viciously: "I did it!" ”

Zhang Ziwei suddenly smiled happily, he handed over the trimmed cigar and gently raised his neck: "Try this?" ”