"Get him for me!"

Ah Kun grinned in pain, his face was already distorted, and he stared at Han Yang and yelled wildly.

Ever since I followed the golden fat man, who couldn't respectfully shout Brother Kun when I saw it, when did I ever suffer such a big loss.

"Beat him, brethren."

Seeing this, the little brother brought by Ah Kun pounced directly.

The next moment.

With the sound of a gunshot, Ah Kun's head suddenly rose back, and his whole body fell to the ground heavily, looking at the sky with a blank expression, his body instinctively shook a few times, and his eyes were also dilated.

I can't live anymore.

In less than half a minute, the masked strong man who came out quickly left, as if he had never appeared.

Come in a hurry, go in a hurry.

Ah Kun's men were so frightened that they scattered and fled.

In the eyes of others, Han Yang is just a scholar with no roots and no hands to tie the chicken.

But guarding the three shops in a prime location like Nanjing Road is tantamount to a three-year-old child holding a golden doll wandering around the street.

I'm afraid that the vast majority of people will be greedy when they see it!

The fat man was not the first to come up with the idea of these three shops, and he was by no means the last.

Han Yang just wanted to beat him back in the most ruthless and brutal way.

First, to tell the fat man that if he wants to eat this piece of fat, he must first weigh whether he has a good pair of teeth.

At the same time, it is also to deter those who secretly covet their own shops.

It's not impossible to want a shop, the premise is to be ready to die.

"Brother Yang, the people from the patrol room are here."

After a while, seeing two cars patrolling the house on the street, Chen Da leaned into Han Yang's ear and whispered with some concern.

"It's just in time, so we don't have to go to the patrol room to report the crime."

Han Yang chuckled absently, tidied up his clothes, straightened his chest and stood at the door of his silk shop, waiting for the patrol to come over.

"What's going on?!"

As soon as the car stopped, the patrol in the car quickly rushed down and surrounded Han Yang's silk line and Ah Kun's body on the ground with a gun.

Han Yang swept around carefully, and found that these patrols did not have faces that he felt familiar, and he was slightly disappointed in his heart.

If the patrol Fang Lao Jiu came over in person, maybe he could take the opportunity to kill him with one shot!

"Inspector, you have to make the decision for me, today is a good day for us to reopen the Silk Shop. These ruffians who came out of nowhere, and as soon as they came up, they shouted and shouted to kill. ”

"Inspector, you see that they have made the door of the small shop like this, how will I do business in the future?"

Han Yang pretended to be aggrieved and scared, and went up and dragged the young detective's sleeve to complain.

If his acting skills are placed in the future generations, even if he can't become an actor, it is estimated that it will be about the same.

At the same time, without a trace, he stuffed two silver tickets with a denomination of 100 oceans into the other party's hands.

The young detective glanced at the denomination of the silver ticket, and put it in his pocket with great skill, and his attitude eased a lot.

"You're the owner of this silk shop?"

Han Yang pretended to be cautious and hurriedly nodded back: "Yes, yes, my father died of illness a few days ago, and I just took over the silk business for two days. I wanted to revive the family business, but I would have thought that I would encounter such a thing on the first day of opening, alas......"

"Inspector Wu, the brothers checked the body, and the guy who was shot in the head seems to be Ah Kun from the Lido Theater."

As he spoke, a patrolman quickly leaned into the young detective's ear and whispered a report.

"The fat blob?"

The young detective frowned, a flash of disgust and schadenfreude in his eyes.

"Could it be that this Inspector Wu has had a holiday with the fat man?"

Han Yang took in his expression and couldn't help but secretly guess in his heart.

Even if this Inspector Wu didn't have a holiday with the fat man, it must not be Lao Jiu's person.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him not to recognize Ah Kun, let alone this expression.

As far as Han Yang knows, the patrol houses in the French Concession are roughly divided into two factions.

The most powerful person is naturally Chief Inspector Ma, who has a lot to do with Feng Jingyao.

The second is the deputy chief inspector Elder Nine.

It was precisely because of his support behind his back that the fat golden man in the Lido Theater dared to move Feng Jingyao's six boxes of medicines, and let Han Yang pick up a big bargain in vain.