Rebirth Hong Kong as a hero

Chapter 80
"Ah"

Duan Kun squinted his eyes, staring at Liang Kun with flickering eyes.

"Isn't it?"

Liang Kun didn't care about his eyes, she looked at him, and opened a glass can of Coke for herself:

"Ji Bu is arrogant and competitive. He likes to fight for status too much. In addition, Brother Kun likes him so much, so he started to use him again."

"According to the current rhythm, don't talk about me, Liangkun, just say, how many rounds can you stand firm? Can you ensure that you won't be kicked out by Ji Bu?"

"Snapped!"

Duan Kun slapped the table with a slap, causing the glass jar of Coke to tremble: "Jing Kun, do you know what you're talking about!"

"Everyone is doing things for Brother Kun, whoever is capable enough and powerful enough will do it."

He stared straight at Liang Kun, with white bangs hanging down his forehead, and his eyes flashed a little sharply.

"Well."

Liang Kun spread her arms and smiled indifferently: "Since you are so impartial, then just pretend I didn't say anything."

Pushing the glass can of Coke in front of him, he stood up against the stool, raised his hand and stretched.

Liang Kun cast a squinting glance at Duan Kun, the corners of her mouth were raised slightly, and her voice was hoarse, imitating Ji Bu's tone:
"As long as I think about it, I'm sure about Duan Kun, even Jesus can't stop me, I said it!"

This sentence is repeated at this moment, full of humiliation, it is like pressing Duan Kun's face on the ground and rubbing it crazily.

"Bah."

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, Duan Kun jumped up from his seat, reached out and grabbed Liang Kun's collar, with a gloomy expression:
"Xiao Jiasho, you are looking for Bian!"

He was short of breath, his chest heaved up and down with the frequency of his breathing, and the knuckles of the palms holding the collar of Liang Kun's clothes turned white.

"Angry?"

Liang Kun opened her arms and did not resist, and repeated in a playful tone: "I'm sure about Duan Kun, even Jesus can't stop me!"

"Don't force me!"

Duan Kun gritted his teeth tightly, and the white bangs hanging on his forehead trembled slightly: "I will kill you, I will kill you!"

"Ha ha."

Liang Kun chuckled and just looked at him like that.

"Oh!"

Duan Kun hit Liang Kun in the face with clenched fists, and pushed him out: "Get out, get out now!"

"Duan Kun!"

Liangkun got up from the ground, shaking his head and acting foolishly: "It's not like I said, if you don't hold down Ji Bu now, you will be completely trampled under his feet in the future."

He stepped in front of Duan Kun, tapped his fingers on the table: "Listen to what they said to you, they didn't treat you as a dish at all!"

Duan Kun raised his eyelids and glanced at him, but didn't speak.

"Actually."

Liang Kun glanced around and saw the empty shops without dine-in, then turned around and continued:
"In my opinion, Brother Kun doesn't regard us as his brothers at all now. Ever since he accepted Ji Bu as his apprentice, he has devoted himself to cultivating him."

Liang Kun had already organized the language, and began to complain unhurriedly: "No matter what resources are given to Ji Bu."

"He has always trained Ji Bu as his successor. As for us, he has long looked down on us."

He picked up the glass can of Coke in front of him, bit the straw and took a sip of the Coke.

"What do you mean."

Duan Kun looked at him coldly, and said softly, "What do you want to express?"

"In my opinion, it doesn't matter if the boss doesn't recognize him."

Liang Kun leaned forward, lowered her voice, and her voice was hoarse:
"Lin Kun is getting old and confused. If you hang out with him, no matter how much you do, you're just helping Ji Bu gain status!"

His tone was a bit more serious: "Instead of doing things for him like this, it's better for us to do it ourselves, and set up our own business to make it bigger!"

"Grass!"

Duan Kun stared at him for several seconds: "Jing Kun, you are fucking confused, aren't you?"

He reached out and pointed at the door: "Get out now, I can pretend that you never said anything, and nothing happened to us."

"I don't hide it either."

Liangkun talked to himself, and continued: "I can tell, you hate Ji Bu as much as I do, this shovel is too crazy."

"Since that's the case, we have a common goal. Isn't Lin Kun going to help Ji Bu to the top? Let's eat them together!"

"You have been with Lin Kun for so long, you know a little bit about his flour business, right?"

Liang Kun talked about his thoughts quickly: "His cooperation channels can be Lin Kun, Ji Bu, or us!"

Speaking of it.

Liang Kun's right hand became a palm, and he made a gesture of wiping his neck neatly: "Eat them, let's make it bigger!"

He stared at the white-haired Duan Kun with burning eyes: "The timid ones are starved to death, and the bold ones are strangled to death. How dare you, are you brave enough?"

Duan Kun stood in place, the expression on his face fluctuating.

"If you don't do anything, wait for Ji Bu to open the stall completely, then you will have no chance at all!"

Liang Kun stared at Duan Kun, catching the changes in his expression:

"At that time, as long as he wants, he can eat you at any time, and there will be no place for you here!"

"As long as we join hands now, all Jibu will be thrown into the street!"

Liang Kun reached out and fiddled with the white gauze wrapped around her head, waiting for Duan Kun's answer.

Duan Kun stood where he was, his expression fluctuating.

After a few seconds.

Liang Kun turned around and left: "Since you are not brave enough, then just pretend I didn't say anything."

Duan Kun looked at Liang Kun who was leaving with flickering eyes, hesitated for a few seconds, and stopped him directly:

"Liang Kun!"

"Ah."

Liang Kun stopped in her tracks, turned around and looked at Duan Kun, with the corners of her mouth raised slightly: "That's right."

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at the same time.

Ocean.

in the office.

Lin Kun was sitting on the seat, leaning against the back of the seat in a relaxed state, closing his eyes and resting his mind, not knowing what he was thinking.

Brother Shan sat next to him, quietly smoking a cigarette.

Ji Bu sat opposite Brother Shan.

Soon.

Miancha was sent in by the crowfly.

Just now.

Wu Ying and the others dragged Miencha down, bandaged the wound on his hand briefly, and then sent him back to the meeting room.

"Micha."

Lin Kun raised his eyelids and opened his eyes, his tone was flat: "Did Mienna take it away? By water?"

"Humph."

Miancha snorted coldly, but didn't speak.

Lin Kun said again: "I want to talk to the Eight-faced Buddha now."

Micha still didn't answer.

"I don't like your attitude."

Lin Kun turned to look at Ji Bu: "Abu, treat him."

"it is good."

Ji Bu got up and came to Miencha, looking at him with a half-smile: "Miancha, you're quite reserved, you've become so bad, why don't you talk?"

talking room.

Ji Bu kicked Miencha to the ground, stepped on his neck and held him down, reached out and grabbed the hem of the shirt, and directly opened the zipper:
"It seems that I didn't drink enough urine in the nightclub last time. I'll treat you a little more."

"My grass!"

Mian Cha looked at Ji Bu, who was about to dig out his dick to drain the water, and the sense of substitution came immediately, and the feeling of throwing up while hugging the toilet swept over him that night.

(End of this chapter)