"Big guy, you must save me, I really don't want to die!"

Pink Boy was still on his knees.

"This is your business, it has nothing to do with me, and you are now a protégé of the skewers, and I can't save you!"

Su Wenluo waved his hand and asked him to leave.

Huang Mao stepped forward and asked the two horses to drag Fan Ziji out.

Although he used to follow a big guy, the moment he chose to pass the gear, all the incense was already broken.

"Aki, you know me, so don't let me do it!"

Aki and Huang Mao joined the club in the same year, and Fan Ziji is very clear about Huang Mao's strength.

Although Huang Mao has a child, he has reined in a lot and no longer often participates in fights and killings between clubs.

But the strength of his red stick is not fake.

"Huang Mao, help me beg the big guy, I'm really desperate, as long as the big guy can give me a few more months, I can pay back all the money!"

Looking at this former brother, Fan Ziji seems to have found the last straw.

"Aki, the big guy was already very merciful when he let you pass the gear, and he didn't let you suffer the punishment of three knives and six holes.

Now you still want to calculate the big guy, why do you really think that the knife of the string explosion is good, and the knife of our Mong Kok is not good? ”

Huang Mao frowned, and his tone was cold.

Now that they have come to the end of the road, this guy still wants to harm the big guy.

After all, if Brother Luo interferes, the skewer may give face, but this is not in line with the rules of the rivers and lakes.

If you meddle in other people's affairs, you will be called a "gibbon" because your hands are too long.

"Huang Mao, don't regret it!"

Huang Mao's words finally became the last straw, and Fan Ziji was desperate.

Su Wenluo patted Huang Mao's shoulder, he was very satisfied with Huang Mao's performance today.

"Aki, in fact, you still have two ways to go, one is to hand over all the goods, and then go to Stanley for further study for a period of time, and the other is to find a snake head at the dock at night to take a boat and leave Hong Kong Island overnight!"

Su Wenluo got up after speaking.

"A cargo Luo, are you sure you don't help me, that's good, everyone will die together!"

Just as Su Wenluo approached, Fan Ziji took out a handful of big black stars from his arms.

The muzzle of the black hole hole was aimed at Su Wenluo.

"A cargo Luo, you give me death!"

As you speak, you have to pull the trigger.

The next second, he felt that the hand he was holding lost sensation, and then the whole person flew upside down.

At the moment when Fan Ziji took out the big black star, Han Yao and Huang Mao stood in front of Su Wenluo.

The eight-sided Han sword in Luo Tianhong's hand was instantly unsheathed.

And Gao Jin's kick has already fallen on Fan Ziji's body.

These things all happen in an instant.

"Yan Jiashovel, I actually want to move the big guy and kill him!"

Gui Limao and the others also reacted at this time, looking at the severed hand holding the big black star on the ground.

They still couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and then looked at Su Wenluo.

Su Wenluo waved his hand and let them do something.

Fan Ziji, who lost a hand, was dragged through the back door to the van in the back alley.

.....

Kowloon Walled City

"Uncle Biao!"

After seeing Uncle Biao, all the big bottoms greeted each other.

Uncle Biao nodded, walked in front of Su Wenluo, and looked left and right.

After making sure that Su Wenluo was not injured, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uncle Biao. Sorry for you! ”

Su Wenluo took over a snow-white cat with snow-white hair and a pure white Napoleon from Uncle Biao's hands.

In fact, Su Wenluo chose to come here for a reason.

Fan Ziji is a member of the community, so Su Wenluo can't choose to call the police like ordinary people.

'Don't worry, Arlo, although I haven't done anything for many years, I still haven't lost this eating skill, Uncle Biao! Uncle Biao patted his chest and promised.

The old people in the club, many people know, in the time when they were sitting in the hall.

Uncle Biao is the uncle in charge of the community's torture room.

For those crafts in the torture room, no one is more skilled than him in the torture hall of Liansheng now.

"Fan Ziji, do you say it yourself or do I do it?"

Uncle Biao looked at Fan Ziji, for this guy who dared to pull out a gun to Su Wenluo, Uncle Biao said that you had better not speak.

At this time, Fan Ziji looked at the dozen or so big black dogs around him who kept flowing harazi, his legs were trembling, and he couldn't say anything.

When Uncle Biao saw him like this, he didn't talk nonsense, he directly nailed Fan Ziji's mouth with a stapler, and then happily started his handiwork.

It was also the first time for the yellow-haired people to come to this kind of place, and Su Wenluo was teasing the cat on the side.

An hour later, Uncle Biao used scissors to slowly pick out the staples on Fan Ziji's mouth one by one.

"Uncle Biao, how is it?"

Su Wenluo looked at Uncle Biao and asked.

"He recruited them all, the person you fought a few days ago was Liu Yaozu's cousin, and this time Liu Yaozu also asked him to do it!"

Uncle Biao washed his hands and walked out.

At this time, Fan Ziji has long been out of human form, and half of his face has been completely peeled off.

In the room, the yellow-haired Guilimao people kept vomiting there.

Such a scene is really shocking to them.

At the same time, I also remind myself in my heart that I must not betray the big guy, let alone repeat the mistakes of Fan Zaiji.

"Liu Yaozu?"

Su Wenluo didn't expect that before he moved him, the other party would do it first.

It seems that rescuing Robinson is on the agenda.

"Did you ask about his shipment?"

Su Wenluo himself is not a fan, but he has moved the fan base, so he has to give an explanation to the skewers.

"Well, an abandoned warehouse by the sea in Saigon!" Uncle Biao nodded.

After knowing where that batch of goods was, Su Wenluo directly made a phone call to the skewers.

"Huang Mao, you go and return the batch of goods from Fan Ziji to the skewers!"

After Su Wenluo hung up the phone, he said to Huang Mao.

Huang Mao nodded, looking at Fan Ziji's bloody half of his face, thinking about the scene of Uncle Biao's action just now.

Vomit!

He couldn't stay in this place anymore.

As for Fan Tsai Ji, his fate is nothing more than sealing the tank and reclaiming the sea.

I didn't expect that when I was alive, I would endanger the citizens of Hong Kong Island, and when I died, I could still do a good thing for the cause of land reclamation on Hong Kong Island.

Big!

Da Fei sailed out of the harbor, and when he came to the open sea, the gasoline barrel filled with cement was pushed directly from the boat, splashing a wave.

"Go back!"

Gui Limao waved his hand and flew back to the port in Mong Kok.

Late at night on the top floor of the Emgrand Club, in Su Wenluo's room.

Su Wenluo kept drawing prizes, and today's events gave him a sense of crisis.

His strength is indeed very strong, but after all, he is also a mortal fetus in the flesh, this time Fan Ziji suddenly became difficult, if it weren't for Luo Tianhong and they were by his side.

There's a good chance you'll be exposed.

The more you expose, the less secrets you have.

And Liu Yaozu, that one who hit the street actually wanted to do it to himself,

Then you can't stay.