"Brother Luo, our brothers have nothing now......

Song Zihao didn't take the wine glass that was pushed in front of Wang Zuluo, and looked at Wang Zuluo with a frown:

"The two of us, one of us is already a cripple, decadent for three years, and his skills have long been out of order."

"As for me, I have been in prison for another three years, and I have forgotten everything I can ......."

His meaning is obvious, that is, now they have no use value at all, and you, Wang Zuluo, the big guy, don't come to play tricks on the two of them.

"It doesn't matter if you can't shoot, just shoot."

Wang Zuluo poured a full bottle of wine for Mark Li, picked up his wine glass and touched it with the glass in front of the two:

"Xinji's Jiang Sheng, I want a few bullets on his body."

"He's cowering in a rat hole now, so I'll have to ask two rat catchers to help."

As he spoke, Wang Zuluo drank all the wine in his hand, then took a pistol from the bodyguard and put it in front of Mark Lee.

"There are a lot of people around me who wash their hands in the golden basin, Pu Jun, one of the twin eagles in Mong Kok, knows, right?"

"Mr. Long, who used to sit in the hall of the Lianying Agency, is now still the legal person of the new Lianying Group, and he takes 0.5% of the group's shares, and now he is also living a very chic life."

"To be honest, I just wanted to play chess when I came to you, and when I met it, I reached out and pulled you along."

After speaking, Wang Zuluo stood up, dropped a business card and led people out of here.

"Brother Luo, just let them go?"

Duan Kun walked a few steps and couldn't help but ask.

"Don't worry, those few Tan Cheng's bodyguards will be dealt with by someone ......."

As soon as I walked downstairs, four gunshots rang out at the booth on the second floor.

The pistol left by Wang Zuluo didn't let the two of them go to Xinji Jiang Sheng for trouble.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Wang Zuluo knew that Mark Li was in the trap.

Song Zihao is determined to wash his hands and not do it, and Brother Luo is not a spiritual mentor, so he can rely on a few words to let him do things.

But Mark Lee is different, he has endured humiliation for three years, but he is not a cheap person who likes to help Tan Cheng clean the car.

If you want to get back what you have lost, you have to put on a big hose or recognize a trusted boss.

But Mark Lee's character is destined for him to have only one eldest brother, and that is Song Zihao.

So Brother Luo doesn't mind being the other party's big water pipe.

It's just a counterfeit banknote business.

It's not Hong Kong dollars, it's U.S. dollars, and it's Americans who are harming.

In Wang Zuluo's eyes, this kind of thing is just to vent anger for the Chinese.

Unless the other party wants to touch the powder, but Song Zihao is not dead, he will persuade Mark Li not to touch the powder.

"Where are we going next?"

Duan Kun got into the car, looked back at his brother Luo and asked.

"Go to Yau Ma Tei and find Yaowen!"

The convoy started and headed for Yau Ma Tei.

"Amin, you're looking for death by doing this!"

Yau Ma Tei fruit bar, Yaowen looked at Ah Ming, who was sitting on the sofa and drank a sip of wine, and anxiously persuaded him.

"Looking for death?" Ah Ming smashed the wine glass to the ground, stood up and pointed at Yaowen with his finger, and shouted:

"When the Hengzi pile is not scattered, although there is a Chen Minzhi in the head, we can do whatever we want."

"Now, although I have made money, is my little brother doing things according to your orders?"

Kicked over the table in front of him, and the hot pot soup on it splashed everywhere.

"Now we're a miscellaneous fish sitting in the office, just a puppet, do you understand?"

Ah Ming stumbled towards the doorway, but after a few steps, Yaowen grabbed his arm.

"If you go out now, there is no turning back, even I will lead someone to kill you!"

"Stay, Brother Luo will be here soon, you admit your mistake, it's also very chic to wash your hands and be a rich man......."

Ah Ming shook off Yaowen's hand, took out a pistol from his arms and put it on Yaowen's chest, the expression on his face distorted into a ball, and said cruelly:

"It's a dead end to stay. If you still recognize me as a brother, then let me go!" ”

"Amin!" Yaowen just wanted to continue to reach out and grab Ah Ming's shoulder, but the pistol in Ah Ming's hand pushed him a few steps away.

"We've been brothers for more than ten years, can you let me go?"

"Irene will stay on Hong Kong Island, this matter has nothing to do with her, you take care of her, I believe she will not be bullied ......."

After Ah Ming finished speaking, he smiled and threw the pistol in his hand to the ground beside Yaowen.

This is the fruit bar, and the outside is full of Yaowen's men.

If Yaowen didn't speak, not to mention that he was holding a pistol with dozens of bullets in his hand, even if he was holding a submachine gun, he wouldn't be able to get out of here.

So he threw away the pistol in order to win Yaowen's sympathy, and wanted the other party to let him go in the sense of brotherhood for more than ten years.

Yaowen didn't continue to speak, just silently stepped out of the way, revealing the door behind him.

Ah Ming breathed a sigh of relief, smiled at Yaowen, and then walked briskly towards the door.

But as soon as Ah Ming's hand grasped the handle of the door of the house, Yaowen reached out from the side and strangled his neck.

"More than ten years of love, but you use these more than ten years of love to harm me?"

"Let you go, my whole family has to go into the water, this flag under my hand, these brothers of mine, which one has not followed me for more than ten years?"

"If you're to blame, you're going the wrong way!"

As he spoke, the strength of his hands did not decrease at all. The extent of the struggle in his arms began to gradually lose strength, and finally let go of the hand that was pulling his arm, and hung limply on his side to the ground.

Yaowen continued to strangle the other party's neck for a few more minutes, and only let go of his arm after confirming that Ah Ming was completely out of breath.

"Our brotherhood for so many years, can I lie to you or can I hurt you?"

"Killing Lao Ding once is enough for others to scold, and now you are still here?"

Yaowen sat against the wall next to Ah Ming's corpse, cigarette in his mouth that had been touched from Ah Ming's body.

After thinking about it, he lit another stick and stuffed it in the mouth of the breathless Ah Ming, wiped the tears from his face, and slowly stood up.

"Brother Luo......."

Opening the door, Yaowen saw Wang Zuluo waiting outside the door at a glance.

"It's Amin who paid people to block the streets, right?"

Wang Zuluo squinted at Yaowen, and then looked at Ah Ming's corpse lying at the door, and asked:

"I want to know who contacted him, and asked him to go out and ask around about my travel route, and who the nails he threw out."

Yaowen was silent for a while, waiting for the cigarette in his mouth to burn out before he spoke:

"Brother Luo, can you take Irene a way for my sake?"

Wang Zuluo smiled, since Yaowen said so, the person who did the work didn't need to think about it to know that it was Ah Ming's wife, Sister Ailian.

"Can she listen to you and not avenge Amin?"

Wang Zuluo reached out and patted Yaowen on the shoulder, turned around and left the fruit bar.

"You can do it yourself, if she doesn't appear in front of me before dark, then don't blame me for being ruthless......

(End of chapter)