Rebirth Hong Kong as a hero

Chapter 79 The status is not guaranteed
"Humph."

Ji Bu raised his eyelids, but didn't refute Brother Shan's words.
Standing behind him, A Ji took out a stack of money from his pocket, threw them on Liang Kun's body one by one, and said again:
"The medical expenses that Boss Ji gave you, take it to see a doctor."

Whether it's Ji Bu, or his pretty boy A Ji, their attitudes are extremely arrogant.

"Hem home shovel!"

Liang Kun got up from the ground clutching his bleeding head, and was about to rush up.

"Liang Kun!"

Lin Kun stood up from his seat with a loud shout, and said in a cold tone, "Are you going to be a disobedient horse?"

Following Lin Kun's scolding, Liang Kun stood still and did not dare to move.

"It's gone!"

Lin Kun waved his hand and left directly with a cold face.

Several people in the conference room took a look at each other, and had to disperse separately.

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late at night.

A street food stall.

Liang Kun was sitting on a stool smoking a cigarette, her head was tied tightly with gauze and her face could no longer be seen clearly.

The white medical gauze was faintly oozing red.

"Fall on the street!"

Bakuan sat next to Liang Kun, took a sip of beer and said, "Brother Kun, I didn't say that, now the talker is getting worse and worse."

"He, Ji Bu, is a slut, and he dared to beat you in front of the boss. They beat you like this, and they still stand in line with Ji Bu."

Speaking of it.

He took out the 1 yuan medical expenses that brother Shan asked Ji Bu to compensate for from his pocket: "Damn it, 1 yuan, Brother Kun, you are worth 1 yuan?!"

"Grass!"

Liang Kun raised his hand and slapped Bakuan on the head, throwing him off his seat and flying him to the ground: "I'm very angry right now, can you stop fucking saying a few words?!"

"Yes Yes."

Bakuan climbed up from under the table aggrieved: "I am fighting for brother Kun."

"How many things have we done for the boss, which of the few streets in his hands is not ours."

Baku moved the stool under his buttocks to finish, chattering endlessly:
"Since this Jibu appeared, the boss first entrusted Yuanyang to him, and now he wants us to allocate half of the venue to him."

"If this continues, let's play a fart."

"My grass!"

Liang Kun bit the cigarette butt, raised his hand again and slapped Ba Kuan to the ground, shaking his head and cursing: "I fucking told you to shut up, shut up!"

"..."

Bakuan sat down on the ground, speechless for a moment, and did not dare to speak.

"Fuck you."

Liang Kun picked up the beer and poured it into his mouth: "I understand today, it doesn't look like it's big."

His brows were frowned together: "When did that rushing A Ji jump out?"

He suffered a painful meal tonight, and his head wrapped in gauze still ached faintly. He was very impressed with Ji Bu's silent, white-haired and broken-haired A Ji.

"He used to hang out with Tony."

Bakuan has a little impression of A Ji: "After hanging out with Tony for a short time, he left again. I don't know why he appeared by Ji Bu's side again."

As he spoke, he got up from the ground, straightened the overturned stool, and sat down again.

"My grass!"

Without warning, Liang Kun slapped Bakuan on the head again, knocked him to the ground again, and said in a hoarse voice:
"I'll fuck you, Tony has such a brave guy under his command, why didn't you fucking notice it before?"

"..."

Ba pursed his lips and murmured extremely wronged, touched the platinum chain hanging around his neck and completely stopped talking.

"Depend on."

Liang Kun glanced and closed her eyes with a gloomy expression, and said coldly:

"Ji Bu is a big and small family shoveler. This transaction must have been made for me. He dared to plot against me."

Bakugou got up from the ground again.

This time he learned to be smart, and deliberately opened the distance between Liang Kun and sat opposite Liang Kun with a stool:

"Brother Kun, should we act first and find a chance to kill him?"

"Today he dared to hit you in front of the boss, who knows what he will do tomorrow."

"I'm stupid! You teach me how to do things!"

Liang Kun raised his palm again and slapped it out, but the distance between the two of them was too far to hit.

"hey-hey."

Bakugou grinned: "Leave this matter to me, and I'll help you deal with this mess."

"come here."

Liang Kun hooked his hands at Ba Kuan, and Ba Kuan's facial features immediately twisted together: "No, Brother Kun, you beat me up again."

"Oh!"

Liang Kun raised his foot and kicked Bakuan to the ground, cursing: "You didn't even dare to fart in the conference room."

"Let you kill Jibu? Why don't you fucking let me let a dog do it? Dogs are more powerful than you!"

After several times of venting, the anger in Liang Kun's heart finally dissipated a bit, and she sat on the seat shaking her legs and drinking.

Suddenly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he accidentally saw a white-haired man walking into the restaurant, and immediately got up to follow.

The restaurant was pretty empty, only one table was occupied.

Duan Kun, with white hair and flowing hairstyle, sat on the seat, took the glass bottle of Coke in the frame, pried off the lid and inserted a straw to suck it up.

Duan Kun's current appearance is not very good, the two slightly swollen red palm marks on the left and right faces have not dissipated.

He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Liang Kun who walked in, but ignored him.

"Ha ha."

Liang Kun pulled away the stool opposite Duan Kun and sat down, leaning forward: "Brother Kun, are you alone?"

"roll."

Duan Kun in Tsim Sha Tsui raised his eyelids and looked at him blankly: "I'm very upset right now, don't bother me."

"Brother Kun looks very angry."

Liang Kun shrugged with a smile, but did not leave. She held the beer in her hand and lifted it up to Duan Kun, her voice hoarse:

"I, Liangkun, remembered what happened tonight, thank you."

What he was talking about was that in the meeting room tonight, Duan Kun raised his mouth from his perspective, which in a disguised form was standing in line for him.

"Grass."

Duan Kun frowned and cursed: "I'm not helping you, I'm just telling the truth."

He glanced at Liangkun coldly: "But look at your own poor appearance, being beaten up by Ji Bu in front of the boss."

"Ha ha."

He sneered, sucked on the straw and sucked on the Coke and didn't speak again.

"I hit the street, and you are not much better."

Liang Kun spread her hands indifferently, "I was flattened at most because I lost face, but in comparison, you seem to be even more shameless than me."

"You are worse than me, Liangkun!"

"Grass!"

Duan Kun put the Coke glass jar in his hand on the table, stretched out his hand and grabbed Liang Kun: "Pu Jiezi, what are you talking about?!"

"Am I wrong?"

Liang Kun didn't resist, and let Duan Kun grab his collar: "I'm just missing a few streets, my pretty boy is still my pretty boy."

"But you are different. You are mainly in charge of the flour line. Brother Kun obviously wants to reuse Ji Bu now. Your position is the most precarious."

(End of this chapter)