"No need, come with me!"

Yaodong didn't show his timidity in front of Wu Xiong, and naturally he wouldn't be afraid in front of his younger brother.

He took the lead upstairs and walked to the disco.

The disco door was open, and because it was not open, the whole house was filled with a miasma.

The crowd of people scattered everywhere, their eyes were foggy, obviously exhausted after staying up all night, and they were resting at this time.

Many bars, tables and chairs are scattered with a lot of empty wine bottles, instant noodle boxes and other miscellaneous garbage.

Yaodong didn't say a word, and walked inside.

"Boss!"

"The Boss is back!"

"Boss!"

Hearing the movement at the door, some of the old boys opened their eyes and looked over, and naturally recognized Yaodong.

This point is not deviated from Yaodong's expectations, after all, he has only been away for a month, and these little brothers subconsciously greeted him at this time, still calling him boss.

Hearing the greetings of these little brothers, although Yaodong didn't say a word, he was already settled in his heart.

He ignored these greetings, but glanced at the pushpin Hua who was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, and then stepped in front of the other party, standing motionless.

Pushpin Hua had already woken up after hearing the successive greetings.

When Yaodong walked up to him, it happened that he also opened his eyes.

Seeing Yaodong appear in front of him, he was obviously a little surprised.

"Boss."

The habit he had developed over the years still made him get up and say hello to Yaodong.

Yaodong's originally flat face suddenly relaxed after hearing the familiar greeting from Pushpin Hua.

"Follow me!"

He looked at the younger brothers around him, and instead of talking to Pushpin Hua in front of so many people, he walked to the bar on the side, then took down a stool and placed it on the ground.

Then he didn't sit down, but picked up his clothes and took out the machete he had prepared.

Knock –

Yaodong slammed the machete on the bar.

"Do you know that if you hadn't shouted that boss just now, I would have slashed you with a knife by now."

After Yaodong finished speaking, he turned around and sat on the stool.

What he didn't notice was that when he saw the machete and heard his words, the muscles on Pushpin Hua's cheeks jumped a few times unconsciously, and at the same time, his hand had reached over and touched the machete that Yaodong had placed on the bar.

"Do you remember what year you were with me?"

Yaodong continued to chatter.

"Eighty-seven years, when you were fifteen years old, your father died, your mother ran away with someone, and you followed the Blower Ming of Tsim Sha Tsui East."

"At that time, you told me that Blower Ming didn't treat you as a little brother, but as a tool to make money, and you couldn't get by, and you wanted to follow me."

"I personally came forward to help you figure these things out, and then paid for you to study."

"Your first fountain pen was Pengka's, the original I bought for you at the Carver store."

"A few years later, you said that you couldn't study, your family was in difficulty, and you wanted to come out early to work, so I laid down another street to do valet parking for you."

"Then you said that parking is slow to make money, and that disco is popular now, and I asked the boss to invest money to build such a disco."

Hearing Yaodong count the past of the two, Pushpin Hua's eyes turned red, and he lowered his head, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

"Are you stupid by taking medicine, I can't tell who is the boss now, do you want me to call you the boss?"

Yaodong said, reaching out and pulling the pushpin Hua with his hands behind his back.

"I'm here today to be ready to do it with you."

"If you have the courage to say that you don't recognize me as the boss in the future, then I'll play with you!"

Yaodong said that he was going to make a move with Pushpin Hua, but his ass sat motionless on the stool, obviously he didn't think that Pushpin Hua would really disown him.

In fact, Yaodong did not guess wrong.

The expression on Pushpin Hua's face was unpredictable, and finally he took a deep breath and raised his head and looked at Yaodong again.

"Boss!"

He shouted Yaodong again.

When Yaodong heard this boss, a smile appeared on his face.

Poof-

The hand behind the pushpin Hua slammed forward, and the machete in his hand slashed straight at Yaodong's neck.

The machete brought by Yaodong was very sharp, and the entire blade was cut in.

Yaodong's eyes widened, he didn't expect Pushpin Hua to be so unruly, he didn't say a word at this time, and his body fell directly to the side, obviously unable to live.

"Boss! You will be the boss in the future, and you will be my boss in the future! ”

After Yaodong came before, he kept talking, and Pushpin Hua didn't say a word except for shouting two words of boss.

At this moment, after hacking Yaodong to death, the pushpin Hua also broke out instantly.

"What does it matter who is the boss, I am the boss, and you are also the boss! I climbed up, and I couldn't go any further. ”

Pushpin Hua said, turning his head to look at the little brother brought by Yaodong.

"Will you follow me in the future? Say! Say! ”

Seeing the expression of the pushpin Hua like a madman, the little brother brought by Yaodong looked at Yaodong who was lying motionless on the ground, and finally shouted to the pushpin Hua with a trembling body: "Boss! ”

"Dispose of the corpse!"

Pushpin Hua waved his hand, and several younger brothers who were also scared and stupid hurriedly stepped forward to deal with Yaodong's body.

Wu Xiong waited below for a long time, until Pushpin Hua left from the nightclub with someone, and he didn't see Yaodong, he immediately understood that something must have happened to the other party, and he hurriedly drove back to report to Wei Jixiang.

"It's all restless lords, and they're still thinking about hiring killers, and they seem to be ready to deal with me."

Regarding Wei Jixiang and the plane's moves, Zhang Pin soon received the news.

The movements of the two are not small, as long as they have a heart, the news is naturally not difficult to inquire.

Zhang Pin didn't care too much about the plane, after all, the other party made it clear that he was reluctant to talk about the position of the person, so he struggled, although Zhang Pin felt that the other party was short-sighted, but the rivers and lakes were in trouble, and Zhang Pin had no intention of interfering for the time being.

And Wei Jixiang's side is very interesting.

Hongtai is a small community, even if it has improved in recent years, it does not have the so-called troubles of the election of the people.

And recently, Wei Jixiang's days have also been very nourishing.

In this case, the other party suddenly enveloped the killer, and the purpose is not difficult to guess.

Regarding the other party's actions, Zhang Pin was not in a hurry.

"I don't know if Pushpin Hua, a guy with a backbone in the back of his head, looks a little unreliable, don't ask me to do it myself."

In fact, whether it is a plane or Wei Jixiang, Zhang Sir does not want to send the other party on the road in person.

At the beginning, these people were all supported by him, don't ask him to send them away in person when the time comes, Zhang Sir is kind-hearted, and he can't see such a scene.

Facts have proved that Zhang Sir has a very accurate eye for seeing people.

Pushpin Hua really didn't have the ability to kill Wei Jixiang.

This guy doesn't look at the back of his head, but his most fundamental purpose is to make money, and he doesn't really care much about the so-called boss.

If Yaodong hadn't sent it to the door himself, he wouldn't have been ruthless to the other party.

After this guy killed Yaodong, he didn't think that Wei Jixiang was instigated behind this incident, so he didn't make any other moves.

However, the action of the pushpin Hua startled Wei Jixiang.

The main purpose of Wei Jixiang to summon Yaodong back was to kill Zhang Pin with the help of the other party's hand.

Of course, for the time being, Wei Jixiang is also the same as asking the killer of bullets, to add an insurance for himself.

The so-called Yaodong woman ran away with others, and the boss's position was robbed by his subordinates, but he didn't really care.

But who knew that Hua, who was regarded by him as a pushpin to control Yaodong's chess pieces, was so fierce, and he killed Yaodong just by meeting.

As a result, Wei Jixiang began to worry about whether he would suffer from the backlash of Pushpin Hua.

People who are psychologically dark tend to see others as shady as well.

So Wei Jixiang simply made a move, and the first strike was strong.

"Contact the bullet, let him do things, and give me the pushpin Hua to deal with."

Wei Jixiang happened to have someone in his hand, so he directly asked Xiao Can to contact the bullet and asked the other party to solve the pushpin Hua first.

"This can be regarded as a test of his strength!"

Wei Jixiang thought about it, not only could he get rid of the potential danger of the pushpin, but he could also test the personal ability of the bullet, which was a good thing to kill two birds with one stone.

"For more than ten hours during the day, it is very hard to live with a mask, say things you don't want to say, and do things you don't want to do."

"It's early in the morning, why don't you put down your mask and be yourself!"

"Pick up your cell phone, call me the radio number 94784 and tell me your secret, this is Simon Radio, and spend lonely nights with you every night"

Zhang Sir rarely stayed up all night, and as the time for his return got closer and closer, the word stability became the top priority.

For many people, stability is just a movement of the upper and lower lips.

But for the police on Hong Kong Island, stability means 60 days of continuous overtime work for the next two months.

As the head of the operational department of the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station, Mr. Cheung is very busy with meetings every day to hand in reports.

If it weren't for the fact that there were people under him who helped him write the report, he would not have had to rest in the early morning.

In the quiet of the night, driving on the street, he casually turned on the car radio and listened to the radio.

"Hey, Adan, have you been suffering from insomnia lately, calling so punctually every day."

"It seems that after talking to me last night, you still don't have any new ideas about life?"

Listening to the conversation between the two, it is clear that this is an acquaintance.

Zhang Pin didn't like to listen to this kind of late-night emotional radio, so he was ready to change it.

"Sometimes it's cloudy, sometimes it's sunny, there are some things I can change, I try my best to do it, I can't change it, I can't help it, my life is basically like this."

Who knew that there was a literary young man on the other end of the phone.

"Cut, the current radio station is doing everything for the ratings, this must be a trust, and the next must be a bloody story."

Sir Zhang complained about the cliché of the radio program, but the action of changing the channel stopped.

People are like this, knowing that some bloody things are fake, but they can't help but gossip.

Idle is idle anyway, but he wants to hear what story this late-night radio station is going to tell.

"By the way, have you ever had a dream of cherry maruko chasing you with a gun in the past two days?"

Sure enough, the next sentence radio host Simon asked a strange question.

It seems that this time it is about a love story.

Cherry balls, I really know how to make it.

"Occasionally, she can come whenever she wants, and I can't control it."

The literary and artistic young people on the other end of the phone are well maintained.

"By the way, what do you do?"

As a result, just when Zhang Pin began to guess how they would tell the love story next, the radio host suddenly changed the topic and asked about the other party's work.

"Rich characters, it must be rich characters."

In this way, Zhang Sir is more interested in listening.

"I can call you every day at this point, there's no reason why you can't guess what I do?"

"It's hard to guess."

Simon immediately pretended not to have guessed.

"Dedicated to taking orders."

The other end of the phone immediately gave a hint.

"There is a lack of space for the prompt of taking orders, celebrities are also taking orders, the chief executive is actually taking orders, and I, the radio host, are also taking orders."

"Deliver something!"

There's a more precise hint over there.

"Could it be pizza?"

Simon immediately guessed a profession.

"Almost."

Adan on the other end of the phone did not deny it.

"Hahaha, I'm really smart, by the way, if you send something to the radio station next time, you must notify me in advance, I've been chatting for so long, and I'm quite curious about your appearance."

Simon's words raised everyone's appetite again.

At this time, I believe that not only the other party is curious, but the audience must also be curious.

"I don't think there's much of a chance! Simon, because I don't even know the recipient. ”

"You send something to someone, but you don't know the recipient, but you always know the address."

Simon, however, was clearly still unwilling.

"Because there is no need to know, I won't remember the address, and there won't be a second time anyway."

Adan on the other end of the phone replied.

"Okay, I've taken the order today, and now I'm going to do something."

But immediately, the other party said another sentence and hung up the phone directly.

"Damn, it's really a call from the audience!"

Sir Zhang was going to listen to the so-called love story.

The result is not known to be such a result.

"Damn, I'm bored at night to call the radio station and take orders, it won't be anything illegal, don't fall into my hands when the time comes."

Zhang Sir didn't hear the story of dog blood, and he was still a little dissatisfied in his heart.

The other side.

Bullet hung up the phone and put on a white chef's suit, blocking several pistols stuck in his waist.

Then he picked up a box of takeaways, put on his sunglasses, and walked to the closed nightclub opposite with a smile on his face.

He was the one who called the radio just now.

As a killer, he doesn't have a friend to talk to, so he likes to chat with strangers.

The host of this radio station is very interesting, so Bullet and the other party have been talking for quite a long time.