People are in Hong Kong, one hundred thousand dead

Chapter 63 Fine grains

It’s okay if Dasha didn’t say these bluffing words, but when Chen Wen said it, he couldn’t hold back anymore and laughed out loud.

However, Dasha didn't seem to understand the meaning of the ridicule, he said to Chen Wen coldly: "You are the pretty boy Wen who is very popular recently, right?"

"Car, I never stole it!"

"If you want to mess with me, I will definitely stay with you until the end!"

Seeing that everyone was silent, he pointed at Chen Wen's chest and warned, "Also, don't blame me for not reminding you!"

“If nothing happens in the future, it’s best not to wander around Saigon!”

"My brothers in Saigon do not welcome you boys from Hongxing!"

As soon as the words fell, Chen Wen went over with a hammer and hit Dasha hard on the nose.

"Boss?!"

"Big guy!!!"

"Big idiot?!"

The younger brothers were stunned and froze in place.

"Call me!"

Chen Wen scolded angrily, and Long Qi and the ten dead soldiers behind him shot instantly.

Go towards those younger brothers who have reacted.

They are at least all veterans who have retired from the army, and they are easy to capture and fight in various ways.

These dozens of younger brothers under Dasha's command can't stand against Chen Wen's dead soldiers at all.

In just a few rounds, they were all defeated one by one, and even more people were frightened by this scene and did not dare to approach at all.

Chen Wen kicked Dasha again and again as he fell to the ground. He did not step on him, fearing that Dasha would be trampled to death.

After just a few kicks, Dasha couldn't bear it anymore, and his face was covered with blood coming from his nose.

Chen Wen squatted down, grabbed his collar, and shouted: "Can we Hongxing people come to Saigon to play?!"

"It's fine... you can eat seafood, you can vote..."

Dasha nodded repeatedly, for fear that he would be beaten if he was too slow in agreeing.

"My Mercedes isn't scratched, is it?"

Chen Wen threatened.

"No, no... I really didn't receive this car..."

Dasha grimaced.

"Um?!"

Chen Wen stared, and raised his right hand high.

"Really, really, I really didn't receive it! How dare I make a move on a Mercedes-Benz car..." Dasha smiled wryly, and hurriedly explained, for fear of being beaten again.

Chen Wen's brows were furrowed together, Dasha was beaten up like this, and he hasn't said anything yet, most likely it's really not in his hands.

If you put it like that, it really wasn’t Dasha’s doing.

Think about it, how dare a boss of a third-rate club like Dasha steal a car like Mercedes-Benz.

But when it comes to stealing cars on Hong Kong Island, Dasha is already the biggest mess.

Both first-rate and second-rate associations look down on profits in this area.

There is profit in stealing a car, but the profit is not big if you steal a cheap car. If you steal a car, you are seeking death. But you can't afford to steal an expensive car.

The ones who really make money have to collect fees on the site, sell white powder, and pimp, that's called making money.

Of course, the above three seem to be very profitable, but if they are compared with serious commercial companies, they are nothing.

If you work hard to get tens of millions of white fans, you are already a big drug lord, but you are not a fart in front of those real bosses.

"let's go!"

Chen Wen let go of Dasha, turned around and left.

It seems that the car is really not here in Saigon.

Then we can only wait for news about Thirteenth Sister.

On the way back in the van, the group of people also received a message from the thirteenth sister.

The person who stole the car was Xixili, a man from Ciyunshan's eldest brother Feihong.

There were also ruthless people in Ciyun Mountain back then, such as the famous Thirteen Taibao of Ciyun Mountain, but later these thirteen people died, dispersed, retired, and retired.

"Small grains? Feihong?"

Chen Wen's face changed slightly, not because he was afraid, but because he was surprised.

It turned out that the person who stole his car was not someone else, but Chen Haonan's old friend.

Of course, the two are not together yet.

If they were together with Chen Haonan, they would have plenty of fun to play with. Unfortunately, there is a high probability that they are not together at this time.

However, if you stole his car, you still have to get it back.

Otherwise, wouldn’t everyone come to steal his car in the future?

……

At night, Portland Street, Dongping Bar.

"Little one?! Where is the little one?!"

Brother Ji, one of Hongxing's talkers, was yelling in the bar, looking around for the little one.

Chen Wen also happened to be looking for Xi Xili at this time, and happened to see Xi Xili holding the landline phone in the bar and talking about something.

"That's right, then...that...that car is mine!"

"I don't care what Liangziwen you are or... it's... Liangzinan's. In short, don't even want to see your Mercedes-Benz without 30!"

While Xixili was smoking, she was talking nonsense to Long Qi on the other end of the phone.

Ever since Chen Wen knew that it was a fine grain, he set up a special bureau, waiting for the fine grain to drill into it.

In Portland Street, with the help of Thirteen Sisters, it was too easy to set up such a situation.

"Do you believe that I killed you?!"

Long Qi on the other end of the phone was still threatening.

"Why are you so cruel? Are you a fool? Do you think that I, Xixingrain... am... so easily bullied... bullied... bullied?"

"In short, pay with one hand...and... with the car, and that's it!"

After finishing speaking, Xixili hung up the phone, then took out another coin, found someone behind her, and said with a smile: "Brother, let me make another call."

Chen Wen looked at him with a smile on his face, but didn't make a sound.

He now finds this scene very interesting, experiencing what Chen Haonan experienced.

Xixili hurriedly called her boss Feihong again.

"Big...big...brother, will you...have...free time to negotiate for me?"

"No time, I'm playing cards!"

Feihong over there thought it was a big deal after receiving the call from the landline, but it turned out to be something like this, so he hung up the phone angrily and ran back to the mahjong table.

"little guy!"

"little guy!"

Brother Ji on the other side was still yelling, trying to find out the fine grains.

This bastard actually dared to play tricks on him. How could such a thing be revealed so easily?
"Brother...brother, your phone number!"

Seeing this scene, Xixili was so frightened that she quickly handed the phone to Chen Wen, and at the same time shrank into Chen Wen's arms.

Chen Wen also stretched out his hand to hug her in his arms, took the phone with his left hand and put it next to his ear.

The right hand also moved up and down the back of the thin grain, and the place touched by the fingers was smooth and tender.

Xixili blushed, and hammered Chen Wen's chest with her little hand, protesting her dissatisfaction.

Chen Wenshi continued to take advantage of the situation as if he didn't hear it.

Use him as a shield, you have to charge interest, right?
Soon, Brother Ji found the other side.

Xixili quickly broke away and said angrily: "Why are you touching me!"

"Hey, you were the one who used me as a shield without asking my opinion first. If that person found out, I would at least have to be beaten severely, right? If you touch you a few times, you will be charged interest."

Chen Wen chuckled and shook his head.

(End of this chapter)