Rebirth Hong Kong as a hero

Chapter 210 Jizo's Thunder Means

"Tsk, another crazy one."

The prison guard looked at Jizo outside through the iron gate of the prison, and shook his head with a smile: "It's tragic enough to be handicapped and insane, but you deserve what you deserve."

His voice was not too loud, but it happened to reach Dizang's ears.

"Um?!"

Jizo turned around abruptly, with the same smile on his face, but his eyes were wide open, staring at the prison guard:

"You have a sense of justice?!"

"..."

The prison guard looked at Jizo's expression, and under his oppressive eyes, he stepped back unconsciously, and then pretended to be calm:
"What are you looking at? Do you want to stay in prison again? Just tell me if you want to continue in prison, and I will help you!"

Done.

He also picked up the baton in his hand and waved it towards Jizang.

"Ah!"

Jizo sneered, and glanced at the prison guard again.

Just now.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly there was a roar of cars on the road.

Soon.

A row of luxury cars with double flashing lights drove up to the gate of the prison, and everyone in the car opened the door in unison.

Standing against the car door one by one, with their hands behind their backs, they bowed their heads to Jizo who was standing at the gate of the prison, and shouted in unison:
"Brother Dizang!"

The voice is loud and clear, in unison, full of momentum, and the sense of the scene is full.

Seeing this scene, the prison guard stepped back again, widening the distance between himself and Ksitigarbha, as if this kid could pull himself out through the iron gate.

"Big guy!"

Ah Qiang jumped out of the car and came to Dizang with a respectful and low voice:
"Finally waited until you came out."

Ah Qiang is the absolute confidant of Ksitigarbha.

earlier years.

Ah Qiang was just a bad boy who owed debts and was hunted down. He was rescued by Ji Zang, who helped him pay off his debts and ended the matter.

and so.

Since then, Ah Qiang has followed Ksitigarbha, and has absolute loyalty to the man who saved his life.

Since Ji Zang had an accident and went in, Ah Qiang gathered up the territory in his hands, and his business has also been restrained a lot.

He took over the slaughterhouse previously operated by Dizang, and then wiped out his competitors with the means of Taoism. The expansion of the raw pork business can be regarded as a solid position.

With the slaughterhouse as a cover, he secretly did some other business, and accumulated a lot of capital in the past few years.

Ah Qiang stretched out his finger and pointed to the back: "Boss, look!"

talking.

He turned sideways to make way for a position, and pointed to the long convoy behind him as if asking for credit:
"These people are all the pretty guys I've gathered over the years. We're all waiting for the boss to come out and you to lead us!"

"Ah."

Dizang raised his hand and patted Ah Qiang's shoulder, glanced at the fleet of luxury cars flashing behind him, and said with a smile:

"You kid did a good job and didn't disappoint me."

"My life was saved by the boss."

Ah Qiang looked at Dizang seriously, patted his chest and said, "I've been waiting for the boss to come back."

"very good."

Ji Zang nodded with a smile, and opened the door to enter at A Qiang's gesture.

Before getting in the car.

Dizang paused for a moment, and took a deep look at the prison guard who was flirting with him just now.

then.

He stepped into the car and casually said a few words to A Qiang who was following up.

Everyone got into the car in unison, and after a series of closing sounds, the team quickly left here with double flashes.

Six pm.

The prison guards called it a day, and after handing over the work to the prison guards who came to pick up the post, they went to the locker room to change into their own clothes.

"Fall on the street!"

The prison guard muttered something, picked up his coat and walked outside: "Oh, I don't know how long it will last."

From the bottom of my heart, prison guards are very unhappy with their job.

Speak nicely.

I am a prison guard, and I have an airy job. When I encounter unhappy things occasionally, I can vent on these bad boys in the prison.

To put it bluntly.

I am also in prison.

It's just that these rotten boys are in prison in the prison, and I look at them outside the prison, which is also in prison.

Same meaning.

"There should be the death penalty."

Before getting into the car, the prison guard didn't forget to look back: "We should kill all these bastards, so that we will be clean."

I drove away from the gate of the prison, and just drove less than two kilometers ahead, when a truck parked on the road ahead, blocking the driveway.

"What the heck!"

The prison guard sat in the car and held the steering wheel, looking impatiently at the time on the watch.

I have to go on a date today, and after waiting for a while, the truck in front has no intention of driving away.

He honked his horn irritably to express his urging, and the truck driver got out from the front of the car, walked to the side of the car with a smiling face and knocked on the window.

"Push the street!"

The prison guard rolled down the window impatiently and cursed: "Do you know that my time is precious, move the car away, what are you still doing standing here?"

The prison guard, who was used to showing off his power to the prisoners in the prison on weekdays, was as domineering as ever.

He didn't think about it at all. In a remote place like a prison, there are few cars. How come there are still trucks that break down here.

"Good good!"

The truck driver smiled and accompanied him, and before the prison guard could roll up the window, he suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar.

The driver's strong right hand grabbed the prison guard's neck and dragged him, and his head hit the car door with a "bang bang".

"Fall on the street!"

The prison guard's physical fitness is not bad, but it was too late to resist when the incident happened suddenly. He was grabbed by the driver and hit the window suspension, making him dizzy.

Severe pain in the temples followed, and he was instantly stunned. The driver unlocked and opened the door from the outside, dragged him down, and pushed him down on the hood of the car.

At this moment.

The lorry driver's accomplice stepped up.

"Press his hand!"

The accomplice pulled out a sharp kitchen knife, beckoned the driver to hold down the prison guard, and pressed down the prison guard's left hand.

Knife up and down.

The blade of the kitchen knife rolled over, and the end sliced ​​into the hood of the car.

Amidst the screams of the prison guard, his fingers were chopped off, cross-cut, and blood flowed down the hood.

Only then did the two let go of the prison guard, walked up to the truck without looking back, climbed into the driver's and co-pilot's seats, and walked away.

Before leaving.

"Be careful next time!"

The man threw a pack of ice packs from the co-pilot and hit the prison guard, leaving a sentence:

"It's still too late to go to the hospital!"

"Hem home shovel!"

With a pale face, the prison guard clutched his left hand and curled up beside the wheel, looking at the truck going away, shaking off the bean-sized beads of sweat on his forehead.

Enduring the severe pain, he picked up the ice pack and went to the hood, and put his severed two fingers on it.

The prison guard staggered into the driver's seat, threw the ice pack with his fingers on the seat, and while trembling, he simply wrapped his left hand with his shirt, and steered the car towards the hospital quickly.

"Hem home shovel!"

The prison guard was driving the car, looking at the traffic jam in front of him and honking his horn frantically, his mentality was out of control, and he roared loudly to vent his anger:
"I won't kill you, I'm fucking with your surname!"

After ten minutes.

The prison guard had just driven to the hospital and had just come down with an ice pack. Unexpectedly, a colleague had already rushed to the scene and accompanied him in:
"We came here when we received the news. The person who cut off your finger has surrendered. He said that because you had a dispute with him, he got angry for a while."

The prison guards couldn't listen to what my colleague said later.

"what!"

His facial features twisted together, and he roared loudly, not knowing whether it was pain or regret.

Needless to say.

The person who cut off his finger must be the Jizo who was released from prison during the day.

I also said something too cheap, but I didn't expect this Ksitigarbha to be so vicious, so I arranged for someone to cut off my hand.

They have already prepared a complete set of evidence, what else can I do?Nothing can be done.

Suburbs of Saigon.

slaughterhouse.

"Boss."

Ah Qiang took the fur coat brought up by his subordinates and put it on Jizo who was stepping forward:

"Here, this is the current size of our slaughterhouse, which has at least tripled compared to before!"

one afternoon.

He took the Ksitigarbha with him around his own territory, inspected it, and introduced the Ksitigarbha, who had been imprisoned for several years, to his subordinates.

From now on, our boss Di Zang has returned.

"Not bad."

Jizo glanced at the cold storage, and the slaughtered pigs hanging on the shelves looked white:
"In the past few years, you have worked hard."

"In addition to the expansion on the site, I also prepared a gift for you."

Ah Qiang took Jizo all the way down, stepped up the stairs to the bottom, stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, and on the desk in front, a young man wearing only pants was tied up on it. Seeing several people coming down, the struggle became more intense.

On the stool next to it, a young woman was tied up.

It was the woman before Ji Zang was imprisoned.

"Big guy!"

A Qiang glanced at the expressionless Jizo, and then explained: "There were only two of you when you went in, and she was hooked up by a man outside, and I didn't arrest her until you came out, what do you think?"

"It's useless."

Dizang waved his hand, and said something calmly, without even looking at it, he just turned around and went up, without taking it to heart at all.

"..."

Ah Qiang was a little disappointed, originally he wanted to vent his anger on the boss, but he didn't expect that Ji Zang didn't care at all.

"Ah Qiang."

Dizang folded his body and came out of the cold storage, shook off the fur on his shoulders, seemed to see Aqiang's loss, and praised:
"You have a heart."

"Eh."

Only then did Ah Qiang nod his head, and finally felt a little better in his heart. What he did was affirmed by the boss.

in the hall.

On the altar in front, the stone statue of Guan Gong holds the Yanyue Knife without anger and prestige, enjoying the lingering incense on the altar.

"Aqiang."

Dizang took the three sticks of incense from Ma Zai, bowed to the stone statue of Guan Gong, and inserted the incense into the incense burner:

"I came out this time, and I have nothing else to do. The only idea is to find Lin Kun and get back what I lost back then."

He stared at the stone statue of Guan Gong in front of him. His left hand was naturally hanging by his side, and the missing three fingers looked empty.

"boom!"

Dizang suddenly made a move, grabbed the stick next to him and swung it at Guan Gong's left hand, the porcelain Guan Gong's left hand was instantly crippled.

"Ok!"

Ah Qiang's expression froze, then he nodded, and said: "Don't worry, I will do my best to help the boss complete this matter."

do not know why.

He always felt that Jizo, who came out of the prison, was a little more violent than usual, and his personality was more difficult to figure out.

but.

None of this has anything to do with him.

night.

Ah Qiang specially prepared a banquet, and brought some of his key members to eat and drink with Ji Zang, and clean up the dust for him.

At the dinner.

Jizo drank a lot, and when his already dark skin blushed from the alcohol, his face looked even weirder.

After eating.

Ah Qiang originally arranged for the service of a dragon sword, and Brother Dizang was locked inside, so he should go to the fire if he has never seen meat.

"Boss."

Ah Qiang sent the arranged young girl into the room and was about to go out, but he was stopped by Ji Zang:
"Go, call the tattoo artist I made an appointment with and give me a tattoo!"

"what?"

Ah Qiang was taken aback when he heard the words: "Here?" Then he said: "Boss, you just finished drinking and you have a tattoo."

Seeing Jizo's expression, he stopped talking and backed out.

Soon.

The tattoo artist came in with something.

"You do it yourself!"

Jizo raised his hand and patted the little girl, changed his posture and lay flat on the bed, and glanced at the tattoo artist:
"Is the manuscript you designed ready?!"

"Okay."

The tattoo artist glanced at the girl in automatic gear who was sitting on Jizo's body, then withdrew his gaze and sat next to Jizo, and took out the manuscript:

"Do you think this is okay?!"

on the manuscript.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is not angry and arrogant.

speak up.

The tattoo artist still spent some brains when designing the manuscript.

Arguably.

According to folklore, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva cannot be worshiped, let alone invited into the house casually, so few people get tattoos on their bodies.

Dizang just made such a request.

"Ah."

Jizo glanced at the manuscript in front of him, then nodded, stretched out his left arm, and then closed his eyes:

"let's start."

"Boss, you're exercising, I'm afraid you'll accidentally get tattooed"

The tattoo artist still wanted to speak, but Ji Zang gave him a cold look: "If the tattoo is not good, I will cut off your hand!"

"..."

The tattoo artist's forehead was sweating, and he didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore. He placed the good guy and started working.

Ji Zang had just finished drinking, and his blood flow accelerated. With the operation of the tattoo artist, blood began to ooze out of his arm slowly.

Nearly an hour later.

The tattoo artist breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and admired his work:
"Boss, well, are you satisfied?"

Oh shit.

Fortunately, my hands are steady enough.

first half.

The little girl with automatic transmission added a lot of difficulty to herself, but fortunately, she has controlled it well and there are no patterns.

He picked up a tissue to absorb the blood on his arm, and gestured to look at the floor-to-ceiling mirror beside him.

in the mirror.

The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva on the arm was about to emerge, and the blood that had just been wiped off continued to ooze out along the skin, making the pattern look a little more eerie.

"very good!"

Dizang clenched his fists, and the strong muscles on his arms stood out: "The tattoo is good, I am very satisfied."

He waved his hand, indicating that he could go out.

"Ok."

The tattooist packed up his things, opened the door to go out, took the money from Aqiang, and left happily.

"clap clap"

There was applause at the door.

"Not bad!"

Superintendent Liu Yunqing of the Tsuen Wan Police Station clapped his hands and appeared at the door of the room, and glanced at the tattoo on his arm:

"The pattern sounds good, but it's just a bit evil. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is resident in hell to save sentient beings. He once made a vow that hell will not be empty and that he will not become a Buddha."

"You invite Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to you, who are you trying to save?!"

He pushed open the door and walked in directly, as if seeing Jizo's frowning and displeased expression, he said:

"Don't look at it, your people have been controlled by mine."

Liu Yunqing raised his hand and took out his ID card, waved it in front of Dizang's eyes, and stroked his Mediterranean hairstyle:
"A brief self-introduction. My name is Liu Yunqing. I'm the superintendent of the Tsuen Wan Police Station. I just came here. You may have been in prison before, and you haven't heard my name."

He opened the stool and sat down familiarly: "However, a police superintendent came to you in person, it should be very good for you, Jizo?!"

Behind.

Two senior inspectors stood behind Liu Yunqing, with their palms leaning against the [-] pinned to their waist intentionally or unintentionally.

As long as Ji Zang dared to make any changes to Liu Yunqing, they could draw their guns and shoot him immediately, killing him on the spot.

"Oh, Superintendent Liu?"

After hearing Liu Yunqing's self-introduction, Di Zang didn't feel any fuss, tightened the bath towel around his waist, and sat down opposite him.

He touched the cigarette on the table to light it, and spit out: "But, having said that, so what if you are the superintendent?"

"It's illegal for you to break into my room at night?! There's no proof, I don't admit it, I can go to the public relations department to complain about you."

"Hehe, after all, people who have been in prison for several years know the laws of Hong Kong Island better than ordinary people."

Liu Yunqing sniffed, sniffed the air, and looked at the young girl who was putting underwear on her body as if no one was around:

"It's just that there is an ambiguous smell in the air. I'm anti-pornography. How can I say it's unfounded?"

"I didn't come in just now, but came in after you finished. I've already given you a lot of face. How can you drive me away?!"

He looked at Dizang with a smile on his face: "According to the rules of the rivers and lakes, grievances and grievances are clear. I gave you a hand, but you drove me away. This is not in line with the rules of the rivers and lakes, huh?"

have to say.

Liu Yunqing still has his own way, and he is very proficient in club relations, he doesn't look like a traditional superintendent.

"Ha ha."

Ksitigarbha raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and glanced lightly at Liu Yunqing: "It seems that tonight is a bit interesting."

He crossed his legs, leaned lazily on the sofa, looked up at the ceiling above his head with a cigarette in his mouth:
"Tell me, you came to see me today, what's the matter?"

Some information can be captured from what Liu Yunqing said to him just now. As soon as he came out, Liu Yunqing came to the door, and he also specially investigated his details. It seems that he came prepared.

"Very well, I like you to be so direct."

Liu Yunqing took out the cigar, put it on the candlestick placed on the table and lit it, and turned the cigar left and right to make it evenly heated:

"You left the prison this morning because a prison guard scolded you for having your finger cut off. In the afternoon, the prison guard just finished his work and was only two kilometers away from the prison. The prison guard's finger was chopped off."

"It seems that Dizang hates being mentioned about your hand that was cut off? Or, is Dizang very obsessed with the person who cut off your finger?!"

"Oh?!"

Dizang pursed his mouth with a cigarette in his mouth, and said calmly, "This has nothing to do with you."

"Well, it has nothing to do with me."

Liu Yunqing nodded, picked up the cigar and took two puffs, fanning the smoke with his palms in front of him:

"I know, Dizang used to hang out with Lin Kun, and your fingers were chopped off by him too."

He put his elbows on his knees and leaned forward: "Since you hate Lin Kun so much, you must seek revenge on him after you get out of prison?"

"In this case, let's cooperate. If you mess with Lin Kun, I'll help you from the side, how about it?!"

"Ask me to cooperate? Do you have a grudge against Lin Kun?!"

Jizo grinned, his dark skin was slightly reflective under the light, showing a bronze luster:
"I'm not a person who likes to work with other people."

"However, if Superintendent Liu is out, if you don't listen carefully to your opinion, it seems that you won't give you face."

He snapped his fingers: "Tell me, what do you want to do?! What plan do you have."

"No plan!"

Liu Yunqing shook his head, and looked at Dizang with deep approval: "It's not that I don't know you before, you don't like being ordered to do things, you used to be the leader of Lin Kun's subordinates, and you helped him do a lot of things. A lot of land has come down."

"It's a pity that you were framed and Lin Kun chopped off three fingers and went to prison. If it wasn't for Lin Kun, you must be doing well now."

He adopted the way of stepping on and holding hands, and then continued: "So, I don't doubt your ability at all, you can do whatever you want, and I will do my best to assist you."

"One word, fast."

the end.

Liu Yunqing added another sentence: "Hurry up!"

"Liu Sir is the superintendent after all. This way of flattering people is really top-notch. I am very happy to hear it."

Dizang squinted his eyes, with a playful smile on his face: "It seems that Liu Sir is very anxious, I am a little curious, how did Lin Kun offend you."

"You don't have to worry about that."

Liu Yunqing relaxed and looked at Dizang with burning eyes: "How? Can we cooperate? If we can cooperate, I can sponsor you a sum of money."

"Although that Ah Qiang outside has been helping you look at these industries for these years, but the money is quite satisfactory. You just got out of prison and you don't lack anything in your hands. What you lack is money, right?"

"How much are you going to give?!"

Dizang turned his head to look at Liu Yunqing. The elder, with cigarette ash in his mouth, looked at him with a smile on his face:
"First, 300 million?"

"300 million, sprinkle water."

Liu Yunqing waved his hand indifferently: "Don't say 300 million, I can give 500 million, and I will give you money to do things, so I want to hear which aspect you plan to start with, isn't it too much?!"

"After all, I still don't believe in my ability."

Dizang naturally saw Liu Yunqing's purpose, so he was not angry, and continued to talk freely:
"I've already figured out the plan. I'm going to use Lin Kun's white powder business as an insertion point to get to the point."

"According to my understanding, so far, there are only two people I know who are looking for Lin Kun to get goods, one is CA sister, and the other is Taiping brother."

Dizang's tone of voice quickened, and he said, "Since you help me, I can save a lot of effort."

"How about this, you first think of a way to help me catch this Miss CA, it's much easier for you to find her than for me to find her."

"can."

Liu Yunqing thought for a while, then nodded in agreement.

"in addition."

Ji Zang's thinking was very clear, and he continued without pausing: "Besides, since Sir Liu is now a police superintendent, he must have a lot of power in his hands, right?!"

Paused.

He chuckled: "I don't know how popular you are?!"

"How to say?!"

"Lin Kun has a winner, Ji Bu!"

Jizo raised his left hand, looked at the cigarette held between the remaining two fingers, and stared at the smoke curling up from the cigarette butt:
"Doesn't Ji Bu have a new world? From now on, I want to send someone to raid his place three or four times a day, how about it?!"

"You want to send Ji Bu away?!"

Liu Yunqing immediately understood what Ksitigarbha meant, and readily agreed again:

"no problem."

If an intensive raid is carried out on New World Group's industries, then Jibu will be held back by New World.

In this way, if something happens in the white powder business, Lin Kun can only deal with it by himself.

Coup.

"Then you can go."

Dizang directly issued the order to evict the guests, and looked at Liu Yunqing who got up and left: "By the way, remember to send me the banknotes."

"Ah."

Liu Yunqing responded, and went out without looking back. After leaving Dizang, he beckoned the guys to close the team and got into the car.

Having just sat firmly, he stepped on the accelerator, then picked up his mobile phone to call Cai Yuanqi, and made a report:

"Boss, the matter has been negotiated."

"soon."

Cai Yuanqi nodded, and said concisely: "How?!"

"This Ksitigarbha, yes."

Liu Yunqing gave his own evaluation and roughly described the conversation between the two just now:
"Di Zang has a brain, and he does things much more ruthlessly, simply and neatly. Compared with that big D who is rushing to the street, he is obviously better!"

"It hasn't been long since he was released from prison, and he already has a detailed understanding of Lin Kun. This kid is suffocating."

"very good!"

Cai Yuanqi nodded in satisfaction: "Then tell him to do it quickly, the sooner the better, the bidding for the establishment of the new generation of police communication system is about to start, we have to deal with this matter before then."

"Ah."

Liu Yunqing nodded respectfully, and then hung up the phone after the other side hung up the phone first, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel rhythmically:

"Interesting, let's fight, the more intense the fight, the better."

After experiencing Ji Bu's power last time, Liu Yunqing will definitely not have any conflicts with Ji Bu face to face now.

His current role is that of a messenger in the middle.

·····
Lin Kun naturally knew about Jizo's release from prison, but when asked how Lin Kun should deal with it, Lin Kun waved his hand:

"Let's find a chance, ask Dizang to have a chat."

It is clear.

Lin Kun had his own ideas, and since he didn't say anything, Ji Bu couldn't hold on any longer, so he had to give up.

only.

Wicked things also happened.

do not know why.

From [-]:[-] p.m. to [-]:[-] p.m., in just two hours, the venue of New World Nightclub was swept by the police three or four times in a row.

This point was originally the time for the superiors to register their ID cards from table to table. After doing this several times in a row, the business was greatly affected.

In particular, the New World Nightclub, which had just opened at the Nijia site in Kwun Tong, was raided by the police six times, basically every less than half an hour.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Ji Bu and Ni Yongxiao invited the police officers to drink, but failed to find out the root of the problem within a short time.

They all said they didn't know.

Now it's late at night, and the police at a higher level can't find it. To put it bluntly, if it's such a big matter, if you harass it late at night, it seems a bit lacking.

Therefore, they simply announced that all the drinks in the New World Nightclub will be discounted in half, which also dilutes the impact on business.

twelve o'clock in the evening.

Repulse Bay Villas.

Ji Bu drove back to the villa, dragged his tired body to open the door and entered, threw his coat on the sofa, and sank into the sofa lazily.

"came back?!"

After Yang Kou finished washing, she was wearing a black satin pajamas, her hair was scattered on both sides of her shoulders, looking at Ji Bu who didn't want to move, she walked behind him and helped him hold his shoulders:

"What's the matter? You look very tired today?"

"Yes."

Ji Bu shook his head, pinched his brows and let out a sigh of relief, but he didn't say much, and simply said:

"Someone is playing tricks on the nightclub business, so we have to find a way to deal with it."

under close range.

Smelling the faint scent of Yang Koukou's body, Ji Bu's heart calmed down quite a bit.

"Nightclub?!"

Yang Koukou raised her chin when she heard the words, blinked her eyes and looked at the ceiling with a thoughtful expression:
"Is there a colleague who messed up?"

Seeing that Ji Bu didn't answer, he continued, "Then there are police officers who have been checking and sweeping the venue?!"

"hold head high."

Ji Bu raised his head back somewhat unexpectedly, and leaned his head against Yang Koukou's flat belly, without a trace of extra fat:

"How did you guess it? Very knowledgeable, my friend."

Looking at it from the bottom up from this angle, the loose satin pajamas are lifted up to see everything in sight.

The plump breasts perfectly blocked the line of sight, and Yang Kou Kou's face could not be seen.

"Blind guess."

Yang Koukou was thinking about the problem, and didn't notice Ji Bu's sixth behavior from this tricky angle, so she continued:
"Tell me about the specific situation."

"As you said."

Ji Bu briefly described what happened at night: "What is the concept of sweeping the scene six times in two hours, I can't understand it."

"This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that Ni Yongxiao found out about the relationship in Kwun Tong, but he couldn't find out what was going on at all."

The situation in Tsim Sha Tsui is better, but that in Kwun Tong is miserable.

According to Ji Bu's guess.

It is very likely that Cai Yuanqi and the others have made new moves, but he has not guessed that they are so targeting him.

"That's not easy."

Yang Kou thought for a moment, then looked down at Ji Bu: "I was having dinner with Anna Dai today. I heard from her that Abbot seems to be getting better?"

"It's good for you, just let Abbot assign a policeman to each of your New World nightclubs."

"what?"

Ji Bu admired the beautiful scenery wholeheartedly, without thinking: "Is this inappropriate? There are so many stores, how can there be so many idle people?"

"Ghost is the superintendent, but he's not in Tsim Sha Tsui, how can he stretch his arms so long."

"Ouch."

Yang Kou rolled her eyes angrily, and it was rare that Ji Bu waved his fist triumphantly when Ji Bu didn't expect it:

"Do you not understand what that means?"

"Each nightclub has a police officer, and they say that they are investigating related cases, so that the police can block the police who come to clean the venue!"

"despair!"

Ji Bu snapped his fingers, and suddenly he realized: "Don't say it, it really makes sense."

As such.

Then no matter how much trouble they make, it won't affect me at all.

"Good guy!"

Ji Bu jumped up from the sofa with a whimper, and very naturally reached out to wrap his arms around Yang Kou's slender waist, and pulled her into his arms:
"Koukou performed very well today, one point!"

talking room.

Ji Bu directly buried his face into Yang Koukou's chest, and his mouth and nose were covered, and he spoke indistinctly:
"If it wasn't for you to give me a trick, it would really give me some headaches."

"Don't make trouble."

Yang Kou shyly pushed him away: "You haven't washed your face yet, go to the bathroom and take a shower."

"Drinking outside again at night? I'll make you some tea. When you come out of the shower, the temperature of the tea will be just right. Sober up."

"I do not!"

Ji Bu refused forcefully and with a little bit of arrogance: "Tea can't relieve the hangover at all, don't be fooled by others anymore."

His head was arched inward, like a cub looking for a comfortable sleeping position: "I want to drink milk!"

"Well, milk is more suitable for people who drink alcohol. It can not only effectively protect the stomach, but also guide the emission of alcohol well."

"line line"

Yang Kou nodded as if coaxing a child: "Then drink milk, I'll get it for you in the refrigerator, you go take a shower first."

She stepped on her slippers and went to the refrigerator to take out a cup and milk and poured it into the cup. Listening to the sound of water and humming from the bathroom, she shook her head helplessly.

After a few minutes.

After taking a shower, Ji Bu appeared in front of Yang Koukou, took the cup she handed over to him and drank the milk with his head up.

Then he licked the milk stained on his lips, looked at Yang Koukou maliciously, and then shifted his gaze down.

"Well"

Yang Koukou was thrown onto the sofa before she could react in time.

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