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Chapter 197 Just eat, so much nonsense

Night, Kwun Tong.

In a three-story building next to the fishing port, Kuangbo hung up the phone to Uncle Deng and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with a towel.

Xinhe Liansheng? !
Pork Rong, this Yan family shovel, really dares to think about it!

But this is fine, if God wants to destroy it, it must first make it crazy!

If Zhu Zhurong doesn't jump out this time and stays for a few years, no one will be able to compete with him for the position of talker in a few years.

But I didn't expect that this guy would grow to such an extent that he would break away from He Liansheng and set up his own business. In this case, Uncle Deng and the others would not be able to do anything to him!

Hahahaha cough cough cough! !

Kuanbao quickly attached the oxygen mask to his nose, took a few deep breaths, and let out a long breath.

Looking at the oxygen tank at his feet, Kwanbaku's eyes showed deep hatred. Among the uncles in the club, he and Long Gen were the ones with the best health in the past. But since the last incident, although he survived by luck But now my body is no different from that of a disabled person. Not to mention smoking cigars and drinking like before, I have to cough for a long time even if I say a few words.

Grass!
After Zhu Rong is overthrown, you must return your pain to him doubled!

dong dong dong.
At this time, there was a rapid knock on the door on the first floor.

The Filipino maid downstairs quickly answered a few times, ran all the way over and opened the door to the back room.
Hearing that there was suddenly no movement downstairs, Kuanbao shouted in confusion: "Azhen, who is it?"

A few seconds later, there was no familiar reply from downstairs, and he panicked for a moment. He immediately pushed the wheels of his wheelchair quickly with his hands, trying to rush into the bedroom to get a gun for self-defense.

But the wheel that could turn easily suddenly suddenly got stuck, and a hand pressed heavily on his shoulder!
His left hand poked his head out from his shoulder and said with a smile: "Uncle Chuanbao, where do you want to go in such a hurry? Do you want me to see you off?"

"You guys?!"

Kuanbao's eyes were filled with fear. He raised his fingers and pointed tremblingly at his left hand and the dozens of men behind him who looked unkind. His lips moved and said: "What do you want to do?!"

"Uncle Chuanbao"

He patted Kuanbao's shoulder with his left hand, grinned and said, "Don't be so scared. I bought your wheelchair myself. Are you still used to it?"

"Did Arong ask you to come here? It's none of my business, it's all Uncle Deng! It's none of my business if Uncle Deng doesn't choose him!"

Seeing Kuanbao's panicked look, he raised his finger with his left hand to his lips to signal him to shut up.

"Shh, don't be afraid."

"Brother Rong called me here to tell you something good. In half an hour, if you have the guts, the boss will treat you old people to dinner."

Under his surprised gaze, his left hand said slowly in his ear: "Knowing that you are inconvenient, the boss asked me to pick you up specially."

After finishing speaking, he waved back with his left hand and said, "Push Uncle Chuanbao's wheelchair into the car. Don't take the oxygen bottle with you."

He looked at Chuanbao and explained with a smile: "Who knows whether you, the old man, will still be able to use it."

"I won't go!" Kuanbao struggled to get out of the wheelchair, crawling on the floor and begging for mercy: "It's none of my business! You just have to kill Deng Wei! I'm innocent!"

"Don't worry." He squatted on the ground with his left hand and patted Kuanbao's face, and sneered: "None of you can escape."

Jordan at this time.

Lao Guixi had just finished playing mahjong and was about to go home. The people in the chess and card room were his old neighbors for decades. Many years ago, these people saw him hanging out in the club and were worried about being implicated by him, so they deliberately alienated him.

But as the saying goes, things are changing, and now these people are busy trying to curry favor with him. Not only do they send him some supplements every now and then, but they also deliberately play cards on the card table from time to time and give money to him.

The reason is simple. Now he is the uncle of the largest society in Hong Kong. The children of these neighbors cannot do business or live without the society. With his old ghost talking, it is convenient for these people to do anything.

How could you not please him?

And what made him most comfortable was that after receiving a call from Uncle Deng just now, Zhu Rong, a big gun, dared to go out and set up his own business. The silly boy probably thought that since he was powerful enough, no one would dare to touch him.

If nothing else happens, Uncle Deng will summon everyone from other districts to beat him tomorrow. This guy will not be so arrogant for long!
When Zhu Zhurong dies, A Le will be able to smoothly and safely become the talker. As his direct uncle, he will definitely receive no less filial piety every day in the future.

In a happy mood, Lao Guixi couldn't help humming the Cantonese tune he loved most back then.
"Where is the bright moon? It hides itself during the day and shines brightly at night. Its brilliance shines on the world."

"The sun is shining brightly, again and again"

"Again and again? You should keep singing!"

Snapped!
Tie Dan slapped the old ghost hard on the face. While knocking him to the ground, he raised his size 42 leather shoes and stepped on his face hard and shouted:

"Old man, you seem very happy?"

"It makes you feel good to go against Brother Rong, doesn't it?!"

"Ah?! Talk!!!"

"you"

The old ghost who woke up looked at the ferocious-looking Tie Dan in front of him and asked in surprise: "What do you want to do?!"

"I am Ah Rong's uncle. How dare you touch me? Aren't you afraid of being kicked out of the club?"

"Expelled from the club?" Tie Dan patted his chest, pretending to be frightened and said, "I'm so scared, I'm really scared."

Snapped!
After Tiedan said this, he slapped the old ghost!

"Hahaha, the old guy is still so naive at his age." Tie Dan frowned and approached the old ghost and said fiercely: "Go to NM and Liansheng, go to NM's uncles, I only recognize Brother Rong as the boss! "

"I'm going to attack you, Eminem! I heard that you always opposed Brother Rong being the speaker during the afternoon meeting. Is this the case?"

The old ghost stared at Tiedan bitterly and said harshly: "So what! Pork Rong has no regard for superiority and inferiority and does not follow the rules of the world at all. Why should he be the boss?"

"My Nima!"

Tie Dan slapped him again, pointed at him and cursed angrily: "You old and immortal thing, if Brother Rong hadn't told me to take you to dinner, I would have killed you right now!"

"Have a meal?"

The old man, whose face was swollen on both sides, endured the pain and asked in confusion: "He wants to treat me to dinner?"

"It's not just you." A sneer appeared at the corner of Tie Dan's mouth, "They are also here. Brother Rong has a lot of people. If you don't choose the boss, the boss will not be angry, but he will also treat you to dinner. Do you have any regrets or guilt? "

After hearing this, the old ghost was stunned, and then he didn't know what he thought of, and shouted tremblingly: "I won't go! You have to invite Uncle Deng! I won't go!"

"Haha", Tie Dan looked at the panicked old Gui Xi, shook his head and said with a smile, "It's not up to you to make the decision!"

He waved back, "Tie this guy up and send him to a man with a backbone!"

Kwai Chung.

In an old residential building.

Uncle Deng, who had contacted his uncles in various districts, suddenly felt a huge uneasiness in his heart. This was the first time he had felt this way after decades of wandering around the world.

No, it should be said that this feeling of uneasiness has been lingering on him since he received the phone call from Big D, but now it is getting stronger.

Xinhe Liansheng?

What on earth was Zheng Jirong thinking?

Just because he is not allowed to take charge of the issue, he will betray He Liansheng and set up his own business?
What was said when I first joined the association: Anyone who dares to collude with outsiders half-heartedly will be summoned by God, ghosts will be next to him, three swords and six eyes will be struck, and five thunders will strike him!
Was this guy actually listening when he first joined the club? !
But now that things have happened, Uncle Deng is too lazy to go to Zheng Jirong to persuade him not to be impulsive. He made a total of more than a dozen calls just now, and he made his intentions clear to his uncles in various districts.

beat!
Tomorrow, the other eight districts will attack You Jianwang at the same time. They must clear out his place as quickly as possible and catch Zheng Jirong and several of his cronies practicing their magic in front of Mr. Guan!
After thinking for a long time, Uncle Deng got up and packed his luggage. In order to prevent Zheng Jirong from jumping over the wall in a hurry, he planned to go back to his daughter's house in Tai O to avoid the limelight.

After everything is settled here, he will come out to clean up the mess.

Because things were in a hurry, he didn't pack too many things. After stuffing a few changes of clothes indiscriminately, he walked to the door with his travel bag in his left hand and the little bugger he had raised for many years in his right hand.

But as soon as he opened the door, the package in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.The corridor outside the door was already filled with a group of men in gray uniforms. Right in front of the door, Ayi puffed out smoke, looked at Deng Wei who was still in a daze, and said with a smile:
"Are you going away?"

A little late at night.

In the past, the restaurant was closed at 10:30 at the latest, but the lights were still bright at this time. The only difference was that the lobby on the first floor, which was usually packed, only had two tables occupied this time.

And there were two tables of elderly people around 60 years old.

The walls around these two tables were filled with men wearing black suits and gray uniforms, each of them staring at the two tables in the center of the hall with unfavorable expressions.

Facing the malicious eyes of this group of people, Kuanbao, who was breathing heavily, forced himself to face Deng Wei and asked in a low voice:

"Uncle Deng, there is a high probability that Pork Rong will really betray the society. When he comes, don't be in a hurry to question him. You should persuade him nicely first. If you have anything to say, wait until we get back!"

Deng Wei was silent after hearing this. His face was solemn at this time. Over the years, he had faced many extremely dangerous situations, but none of them made him feel more uneasy and frightened than tonight.

Taking a deep breath, he touched the head of the puppy on his lap. After calming down, he nodded slightly to the skewer.

"Grass!"

When Lao Guihu heard what Kuanbao said, he slammed the table in displeasure and asked angrily: "Persuading him in a nice voice?! Did you, Kuanbao, fall on a rock on the mountain and hit your head like crazy?!"

"Look!"

He pointed at his swollen cheeks and shouted: "This is the courageous work of Zhu Rong's men. This bastard slapped me a few times without saying a word when we met. Who does he think he is?!"

"It's just a straw sandal, why do you dare to do this to me?!"

Fei Hua, who was beside him, quickly covered the old Gui Xi's mouth when he saw this, and said to him urgently: "You want to die and don't involve us. Don't you know what the situation is now?!"

"What's happening?!"

Old Gui Hu pushed Fei Hua away and frowned: "Does he really dare to touch us? If he kills us, how can he still hang out in the world?"

"Not only does this violate the gang rules, but killing senior members of the club is taboo. If he really does it, isn't he afraid that when he gets old, his subordinates will follow his example?!"

"Alas" Feihua sighed, patted Lao Guixi on the shoulder and asked, "Do you know how I got here?"

Without waiting for a reply, he continued: "I was walking with my grandson in my arms, and suddenly I was surrounded by the young man named Sonny who Arong had just taken in."

"I originally said I wouldn't go, but that Sonny strangled my grandson's neck and threatened me. He said that if I didn't go, my grandson and I would die now. If I went, he might just die. Me alone!"

"These people are inhumane." Feihua held Old Guixi's arm tightly and said in fear: "You just think you pity us and just say a few words less, okay? Wait until Ah Rong comes, take care of yourself." Give him some advice, and if he doesn’t listen, don’t get angry, just follow the string of instructions, and if you have any questions, we’ll talk about it when we get back!”

"I"

Looking at Feihua's sincere eyes, Lao Guixi hesitated for a moment and then nodded slowly.

Fei Hua breathed a sigh of relief and was about to give him a few more words when the door of the restaurant suddenly opened. Zheng Jirong walked in wearing a black coat and a white scarf hanging around his neck, holding a cigar in his mouth.

Upon seeing this, the people at the two tables quickly stood up to greet him. Except for Uncle Deng and Old Gui Xi, who had been silent all this time, even the gangsters were holding the table and preparing to perform a medical miracle.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Zheng Jirong took off his gloves, threw his coat and scarf to Amiao Hou beside him, walked to the table, patted Fei Hua and Mao Gu on the shoulders, smiled at everyone and said, "Uncles, you are welcome, please sit down."

Everyone saw that he was so kind and didn't seem to be looking for trouble. Although they had a lot of doubts in their hearts, they all sat back down carefully.

After they sat down, Zheng Jirong nodded to the manager to signal for the dishes to be served, and then smiled softly at the uncles on the table: "The beef bone soup with strong bones is unique. It uses free-range cattle that are two or three years old. The selected fresh beef bones are combined with more than ten kinds of exclusive ingredients and are slowly simmered for eight hours.”

"Take a sip in the middle of winter. Wow, the soup is rich and mellow. Just thinking about it makes me drool."

After he finished speaking, he looked around at the crowd, leaned over and nodded to them with a smile: "I know you just finished the meeting not long ago, so I, Ah Rong, specially invited my uncles to drink soup to refresh themselves."

When Chuan Bao and the others heard this, their hearts tightened suddenly. After they looked at each other, their expressions suddenly became uneasy.

Zheng Jirong took in their expressions. He puffed out smoke, raised his eyebrows, and sat next to the old ghost who was staring at him closely.

After a few minutes.

The waiter placed bowls of beef bone soup sprinkled with chopped green onions in front of everyone. Zheng Jirong ignored them and used a spoon to spread the chopped green onions on top. After sprinkling a little white pepper in the bowl, he scooped up a spoonful and put it in. In the mouth.

After the delicious soup stayed in the mouth for a second, it slowly slid down the throat and into the stomach. A warmth suddenly spread throughout the body. This comfortable feeling made Zheng Jirong couldn't help but nod slightly.

After finishing a sip of the soup, he used chopsticks to pick up the stewed boneless beef around the ribs and put it into his mouth, enjoying the meal.

Contrary to him, the uncles present did not have any appetite at this moment. However, after they looked at it with big eyes and small eyes, no one dared to speak. Even Dumbledore just touched his hand. The puppy seems to have forgotten how it got here.

After hesitating for a moment, the old ghost said: "Arong."

Seeing that Zheng Jirong was just eating the beef soup in the bowl without any reaction after hearing this, he gritted his teeth and asked: "Ah Rong, if you just wanted to treat us to dinner, we would be very happy."

He touched his cheek that was swollen by Tie Dan, "But your method of inviting people should not be so brutal. We are all a family. There is no need to make the scene so ugly. And your subordinate named Tie Dan, you really need to Take good care of him! How dare he”

At this time, Zheng Jirong, who was chewing on the bone of the big stick, turned his head and glanced at him, and the old ghost suddenly stopped talking.

After seeing that the man in front of him was not angry, he paused and asked, "Is it true that you told Big D before that you would create a new alliance?"

"You can't be so impulsive. Have you forgotten those words in the initiation ceremony when you joined the club?"

"You are the leader of us and Lian Sheng Yau Tsim Mong District. How can you say you are self-reliant?"

Seeing that Zheng Jirong didn't look angry at all, the old ghost ignored the dissuasive looks of the people around him and said in an increasingly dissatisfied tone:

"What you're doing is against the rules! We and Liansheng have never treated you badly!"

"Do you know that you will be punished by experts for doing this? Three stabs and six eyes, and you will die from ten thousand stabs. Do you think this is a joke?!"

"A Le is the one who will make the decision this time. Uncle Deng made the decision himself. If you want to be the candidate, don't you just have to wait for more than ten years of qualifications?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? And so are your subordinates."

Snapped!
Zheng Jirong, who was gnawing on the bones, suddenly got angry. He raised the ox bone in his hand and hit the old ghost hard on the head!

Once or twice!
Under the horrified gazes of many uncles, the old ghost who was still talking nonstop now had his head covered with blood spread out on the table, and Zheng Jirong still hit him hard on the head.

Click!
After more than a dozen blows, the thick ox bone in his arm was broken directly, and the old ghost twitched a few times and then collapsed in front of the table without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Zheng Jirong took the handkerchief from A Miao, wiped his hands, looked at Uncle Deng, Chuan Bao and others on the table expressionlessly and said calmly:

"Eat, just eat, so much nonsense."

"Come," he pointed to the soup bowl in front of everyone, "eat."

The stunned Chuanbao and others suddenly woke up when they heard this. They tremblingly scooped up the boiling soup in the bowl with a spoon and put it into their mouths. Especially Chuanbao, who was already frightened by Zheng Jirong's methods. He ate faster than anyone else, sipping the soup as if he couldn't feel the heat.

"Huh? You really eat it?!"

Zheng Jirong suddenly picked up the only half of the beef bone on the table and threw it towards the skewer!
The cow bone accurately hit Kuanbao's neck, and the sharp bone spurs instantly pierced his throat, and blood sputtered out uncontrollably from the wound!

Kuan Bao clutched his neck in pain. He looked at Zheng Jirong with fear and regret in his eyes. He raised his finger and then fell to the ground.

After Zheng Jirong glanced at the dead bodies on the ground, he turned his attention to Uncle Deng, who had been silent since he came in. He leaned forward, looked down at him, grinned and sneered:
"Uncle Deng, why don't you eat?"

　We had a strong wind today and something happened on the way home. I'm a little late. I'm sorry.

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(End of this chapter)