Shinjuku Kabukicho is one of the most prosperous areas in Tokyo as a modern metropolis, and the entire street is known as the No. 1 entertainment center in East Asia.

Three black Mercedes-Benz GLK300s are parked in front of one of the largest private clubs on Ward Hall Street.

Ten men in suits jumped out of the car, and two of them wanted to lift Wang Zhuo out of the car.

But no matter how hard the two big men with a height of 1.8 meters tried, they couldn't drag Wang Zhuo at all.

Jiang Lepei pushed away his subordinates, squatted down and whispered to Wang Zhuo: "How heavy are you? The car fluttered before it started, and the rear tires were about to explode by you! Sir, do you still belong to human beings?"

Wang Zhuo glared at Jiang Lepei, waved the disposable plastic handcuffs on his hands, pointed to the two younger brothers behind him and said, "You two, come and support me." ”

One of the younger brothers was from the Northeast, and when he saw that Wang Zhuo was rude to Jiang Lepei, he opened his mouth and scolded: "Who are you!

Wang Zhuo's figure moved, and the next moment he appeared in front of the little brother from the car, stepped forward and grabbed the little brother's head, and gently forced, the little brother's head was in close contact with the guardrail behind the car, making a muffled sound, and blood flowed sideways.

Then Wang Zhuo clapped his hands and said: "Tsk, in the future, don't call it the Fuming Group, call it the mouth cannon group, I found that there is no one with a clean mouth from top to bottom, you are fighting for territory with other underworlds, can you solve the problem by scolding twice?"

Jiang Lepei smiled bitterly: "It's just rules, after all, harmony is what everyone yearns for." ”

Wang Zhuo turned back to Duobao in the car and said, "You wait for me here for a while, and we can take a boat home tomorrow morning." ”

After that, he glanced at Jiang Lepei without emotion in his eyes and motioned to go in.

Jiang Lepei shrugged his shoulders and let the younger brother stay outside, and only brought two "pressing" Wang Zhuo into the clubhouse.

In front of the clubhouse, there were also four or five little brothers wearing well-fitting suits and shiny leather shoes, and when they saw Jiang Lepei, they all bent down and said, "Ha!" Then opened the mahogany door of the clubhouse and let Jiang Lepei, Wang Zhuo and others in.

The whole clubhouse is designed according to the Chinese style, the floor of the corridor is pure solid wood floor, the windows are also designed to be wooden, and the window sills are all glazed with cinnabar, bright Jingdezhen high-end porcelain.

After passing through the corridor, under the bow of another group of younger brothers, the second mahogany door inlaid with 24K gold wire edges was opened.

The entire clubhouse in Shinjuku, Tokyo, where every inch of land is at a premium, is not small at all, and the area of more than 700 square meters was reasonably divided into several areas by the architect, and the sense of hierarchy and beauty coexists.

Jiang Lepei whispered to Wang Zhuo: "This club is the boss's favorite industry, and the boss basically comes here every night. ”

What you say has a lot of meaning.

Wang Zhuo glanced at Jiang Lepei, and then was pushed into the door by Jiang Lepei. Compared with the simplicity of the outside, the interior of the room is more rich, and all the porcelain ages seem to be earlier than the Qing Dynasty, and its unique story is silently told under the light.

Chen Ping'an was dressed in a Tang suit, sitting on a rosewood chair, holding a pipe in his hand, and the burning pipe was Yunnan gold tobacco.

Seeing Wang Zhuo, Chen Ping'an put down his pipe and raised his head to signal the bodyguards to go out.

"Didn't I tell you that I picked his hamstrings?" Chen Ping'an turned around and took out an FN57 Belgian-made pistol from the filing cabinet and put it on the table, while gesturing with his eyes to the knife in the fruit bowl on the table.

Jiang Lepei bowed, stepped forward and picked up the fruit knife, stabbed into the rosewood table without hesitation, stretched out his left hand and put it on the table, and the fruit knife slashed down.

With a muffled snort, Jiang Lepei sweated profusely and took out a white handkerchief from his arms, put the severed little thumb in the handkerchief, wiped the rosewood clean by the way, and bowed back again.

Wang Zhuo was stunned and watched what happened suddenly, and said in his heart, don't do this, right?

Chen Ping'an no longer looked at Jiang Lepei, and turned to Wang Zhuo: "Most of my hundred subordinates, most of them have human lives, elites smuggled from the Northeast, from Fujian, and from all over China. But today, it was solved by you alone, and my exclusive hospital just came to the news, and 80% of the kneecaps seemed to have been directly hit by a car of more than three tons at a speed of 70 miles. The bones can't be broken anymore, and maybe they will have to work for me with a limp for the rest of their lives. ”

When Wang Zhuo heard this, he broke the disposable plastic handcuffs tied to his hands, swaggered to the opposite side of Chen Ping'an, pulled down the chair and sat down.

Chen Ping'an saw that Wang Zhuo was still wearing a tattered fat suit and barefoot, picked up a pipe from the table and took two puffs, spit the smoke on Wang Zhuo's face and said: "And I heard that you can catch bullets with your bare hands? ”

MLGBD, one is more arrogant than the other.

Wang Zhuo pretended to put his hand into the suit, Chen Ping'an's face remained unchanged, but his pupils contracted significantly.

Smiling, Wang Zhuo took out a cigar, although I don't know what brand of cigar came from the Tiger King's storage bag, but the mellow taste also made Wang Zhuo like it, well, maybe the feline will like it.

The cigar was in his hand, spontaneously combusted without fire, and the unique aroma circled in Wang Zhuo's mouth and sprayed on Chen Ping'an's face.

“Cohiba、Behike。 Chen Ping'an didn't see any anger, and said with great interest: "It's amazing that a homeless man who can't even afford to wear a pair of shoes, but smokes a box of cigars worth $100,000. ”

Wang Zhuo said: "I'm also surprised, I didn't expect that a random thug on the street could provoke such a big formation, and it was picking hamstrings and killing my whole family, I was really scared." ”

"It's normal, if you just teach my son a lesson, I will not only thank you, but I will also buy you a pair of shoes. But his tongue is broken from the root, and if he wants to speak in the future, he must install a computer chorus, what would happen if you were me?"

Wang Zhuo smiled: "I will regret it very much, why didn't I shoot him on the wall back then." ”

Chen Ping'an smiled slightly, and the fire on the pipe flickered and dimmed. "So you're just a turtle. ”

"Turtles can also bite people to death. Wang Zhuo patted the table lightly with his hand, and then said, "The table is good, red sandalwood." ”

Chen Ping'an was about to say something, when he suddenly saw the desktop that was still intact just now, and at this time, there was a deep handprint printed on it! The palm lines, finger fingerprints, are extremely clear, as if this rosewood Zhuo Tiantian exists!

Wang Zhuo looked around and said to Chen Ping'an: "The clubhouse is well decorated, I think there must be no camera monitors here, right?"

Chen Ping'an was silent.

Wang Zhuo was just about to stand up, Jiang Lepei on the side suddenly knelt on the ground, kowtowed to Wang Zhuo and said, "Please let me go, I am willing to pay for my life." ”

"Smack!"

Jiang Lepei's swollen right cheek was slapped, and then Wang Zhuo kicked him two or three meters away, and his one-meter-seven body hit the wall directly.

Hearing a sound outside the door, five big men with guns rushed in and pointed at Wang Zhuo. As long as Chen Ping'an gives an order, Wang Zhuo will be beaten into a sieve.

But Chen Ping'an didn't speak, and it took a full five minutes before he waved his hand again to signal the bodyguards to withdraw.

Wang Zhuo sat down again and said to Jiang Lepei: "Do you know why you are beating you? Not only because you are not qualified to die for anyone, but I also don't want to be used as a gunman by others, understand?"

Jiang Lepei's head was covered with blood, and he nodded when he heard the words, not daring to speak.

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