Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 100 Extremely arrogant
"Brother D?"

Changmao stood by the car. Hearing that there was no movement from behind, he immediately turned back to look at him, looking at Big D who suddenly stopped moving: "."

He looked at Hei Zaibin who was standing next to Big D. The long strip wrapped in his coat was conspicuous. The corners of his eyes shrank subconsciously, and he felt a thump in his heart.

Oops!

Big D stood there, looking at Changmao, swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and said nothing.

Hei Zaibin is not tall, only about 1.7 meters, and he is a lean and lean person. He looks frail. Standing next to the 1.8-meter big D, he looks more than half a head shorter, and his body shape is even more... Much smaller than the big D.

He held the shotgun wrapped in his jacket tightly in his left hand, put his right hand on the trigger, and said coldly: "Your name is Big D, right?"

"I'll take a gamble with you too."

Hei Zaibin spoke very slowly, not in a hurry: "You kill my boss with one knife now, and I'll shoot you, it's that simple!"

"Everyone has a destiny, come on, bet. Do you want to bet or not?!"

A dramatic scene appeared. What Big D said just now, he told Big D again exactly as it was.

Big D clenched the chopping knife in his hand tightly and looked at Fann Qiang with flickering eyes. The chopping knife in his hand was pressed down a little more, and more blood seeped out from the edge of the knife.

Flour Qiang was also anxious and roared: "Abin, you are crazy!"

"I've been taken away by others even though I'm sitting in the restaurant. I'm going to fuck up from now on!"

Hei Zaibin scolded him directly, ignoring Fan Mianqiang, and looked at Big D again: "Let Brother Qiang go, you don't have to die, Wu Zhihui paid to redeem you, you still have a life, at most you won't be around anymore." , there is still life.”

Big D's breathing began to become heavier, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead: "Xianjiazui, are you bigger than me? Are you bigger than me?!"

He got angry and yelled: "Changmao, if the gun goes off, leave me alone and make me some flour!"

"Ha ha."

Hei Zaibin chuckled: "Okay, it seems that Wu Zhihui's men are all pretty boys who are not afraid of death, so let's take a gamble."

"!"

Big D's Adam's apple twitched, his lips trembled slightly, his palms moved, and he tightened the chopping knife in his hand.

Hei Zaibin took in the subtle changes in Big D's expression. He licked his dry lips and grinned, showing his black teeth: "I'll count to three. If I don't let him go, the gun will go off!"

If nothing else, Big D doesn't dare to take action anymore. He is playing psychological tactics. Whoever is ruthless enough can stand.

"three!"

"two!"

Just then.

A beam of headlights came over.

The red Pingzhi was extremely conspicuous. It stopped suddenly and everyone turned to look.

Wu Zhihui opened the door and got out of the car, and Aji followed behind him.

The two people walked quickly towards the crowd. The light shone on them and the old man who pulled the two figures was reflected on the ground and moved quickly.

"It's going to be dawn soon, and it's not done yet."

Wu Zhihui walked up to Big D expressionlessly, raised his hand and slapped Big D on the face: "Three hours have passed, and you are still making opening remarks. What are you doing? Reminiscing about old times?"

and then.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the shotgun wrapped in the coat in Hei Zaibin's hand, and glared at him: "You have a gun, right? Come on, shoot!"

The appearance of Wu Zhihui gave Big D and his team, which had lost some momentum, regained their confidence.

Hei Zaibin looked at the cold-faced Wu Zhihui in front of him, and was about to open his mouth to speak: "You want."

Wu Zhihui grabbed the muzzle of the gun with his right hand and raised it up. His elbow hit Hei Zaibin's nose bone directly. Hei Zaibin's nose bone broke and blood spurted out. He stepped back and the shotgun in his hand fell into Wu Zhihui's hand. in hand.

Wu Zhihui pulled open the jacket that was wrapped around the shotgun, revealing the shotgun inside.

It's not a shotgun at all.

A sawn-off water pipe was wrapped with tape in the shape of a shotgun made of two wooden boards, and then wrapped in a jacket. It was really stylish and full of intimidation.

Big D saw the true face of the shotgun clearly, and his tense body relaxed instantly, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fuck you!"

Wu Zhihui smashed the prop in his hand at Hei Zaibin's head, making a banging sound under the heavy blow: "How dare you bring out a broken toy to scare people, do you know how much time you wasted on me? !”

As if he still couldn't get over his anger, Wu Zhihui picked up the big hammer on the ground and hit Hei Zaibin's right arm hard: "Pretending to be angry? What a shit!"

Under the heavy blow, Hei Zaibin's right arm was completely dented with a "click", and he let out a painful cry. He covered his right arm and curled up together, rolling on the ground.

The crowd of horses around looked at the domineering Wu Zhihui, and they all looked at me with twinkling eyes.

I have long heard that Ren Qingtian has such a newly emerged No. [-] red stick. When he saw it today, he was really powerful.

"If he really had a gun, there would be no dialogue at all."

Wu Zhihui dropped the big hammer in his hand, stared at Big D and yelled: "What kind of boss are you? He doesn't dare to kill you? A handsome guy who dares to hold a gun, when you see him, you have already jumped on the street!" "

"If the Flour Strong had really had soldiers who dared to carry guns, he wouldn't have jumped on the street like this!"

"..."

Big D felt his face was burning, and he lowered his head and did not dare to talk back. When Hei Zaibin pointed the "gun" at him, he really showed his timidity.

"What are you still doing standing here!"

Wu Zhihui shouted, ignored everyone around him, turned and walked outside: "Let him go, take the people away, and call it a day!"

Big D seemed to have found his backbone, and without any fear, he let go and pushed away the hostage Mian Qiang, and left with Yu Wanxian in his arms.

The crowd was so arrogant that no one dared to stop them for a while.

"Wu Zhihui!"

Fan Mianqiang finally spoke. Looking at Wu Zhihui, who didn't even look at him, he gritted his teeth and whispered: "We don't have guns, do you have one?!"

"Ok?"

Wu Zhihui stopped, turned his head, and stared at Fann Qiang with a dark look.

"If I just let you take Yu Wanxian away, how can I mess around in the future?!"

Fan Mianqiang stretched out his hand and wiped his bleeding neck, looking at the blood on his fingers: "You must give me an explanation for this matter!"

Wu Zhihui didn't say anything, and walked directly towards Flour Qiang, stopped in front of him, and looked at him.

"Snapped!"

Wu Zhihui raised his hand and slapped Fann Qiang directly on the face without any warning. The slap made Fannqiang instantly stunned and looked at Big D in disbelief with his eyes wide open.

The surrounding horses were dumbfounded.

How dare Wu Zhihui hit and slap them while they were sitting there? !

Wu Zhihui also stared at Fan Qiang with wide eyes: "You talk to me loudly again?!"

Flour Qiang yelled: "Xianjia Shoun, you dare to hit me? You dare to hit me?! I have been out here for so many years, but no one has ever dared to hit me in the face!"

"Snapped!"

"Slap!" Wu Zhihui waved his hand and slapped him up again, staring at Fan Qiang fiercely, and repeated the slap action, one after another, with unusual force.

Fan Qiang's face quickly swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the entire right cheek turned bright red.

"Snapped!"

Wu Zhihui finally raised his hand and slapped him, his palm stuck on Fan Qiang's neck, and he looked straight at him: "I didn't bring anyone here, I just wanted to give you Fan Qiang face!"

"Yu Wanxian dares to mess with me, and now you want to help him talk things over? Then beat him!"

He roared loudly at the flour powerhouse: "If you talk about it, fight or not?! If you want to fight, then fight. You are just a waste of my time."

"you!"

Fan Qiang's eyes widened as he looked at the extremely arrogant Wu Zhihui, his voice stuck in his throat.

After all, he didn't speak out.

There is something wrong with Yu Wanxian. Do you dare to beat him?
Once a fight breaks out, He Shengyi's little territory will probably be divided up by other associations. He Shengyi's territory is originally small, but if a fight breaks out, there will be no He Shengyi left in one night.

"Humph!"

Wu Zhihui stopped looking at him and turned to stare at Yuwanxian: "Since you are not convinced, then I will ask him here to see if this matter has anything to do with this street attack!"

Yuwanxian looked at Wu Zhihui who was looking over, and subconsciously stepped back: "Brother Wu Hui, don't mess around, it has nothing to do with me!"

He has now been shadowed by Wu Zhihui.

"Did you do what happened in my place that night?"

Wu Zhihui grabbed Yu Wanxian and put him directly into the car, slamming the door shut: "Did you call the police? Did you throw the goods in?"

"No, it's not me." Yu Wanxian avoided looking at Wu Zhihui.

Wu Zhihui turned around and got into the car nearby, started the car and hit Yu Wanxian directly.

"Oh!"

One, two, three.

The violent impact made Yu Wanxian, who was sitting in the car, terrified and shouted repeatedly: "It's not me, it has nothing to do with me!"

Wu Zhihui was sitting in the car and shouted: "Put this person in!"

Big D and Changmao rushed forward and pulled Yu Wanxian out, directly sandwiching it in the gap between the two cars and getting stuck.

Wu Zhihui put the car in gear and reversed, pulled away some distance, looked at Yu Wanxian caught in the gap between the two cars, and roared with the accelerator: "I will ask you one last time, if you did it!"

Done.

Wu Zhihui stepped on the accelerator and hit Yu Wanxian who was sandwiched between the two cars. If he collided with him this time, Yu Wanxian would be crushed between the two cars in an instant.

"!"

Uomaru Hyun's eyes widened as he looked at the car rushing towards him. After all, he could no longer resist it and shouted loudly: "It's me, it's me!"

Previously, Yumaru Ken was sitting in the car. The violent impact made him feel extremely immersed and frightened. Now it has further escalated and he has become a sandwich biscuit, which has caused great psychological pressure on him.

If you don't say it, it's just a dead word.

"呲"

Wu Zhihui braked suddenly, got out of the car, dragged Yu Wanxian out from the gap between the two cars, and pushed him down in front of Fan Qiang: "Say!"

Under his body, there was already a piece of wet urine.

"I said, I will say anything, please, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Yuwanxian knelt on the ground and kowtowed crazily: "Brother Hui, I can't help it. It has nothing to do with me."

"It's the policeman, Lin Jiaqiang from the anti-gangster group. He knows there's something going on between us. He forced me to do it. He threatened me to do it. If I don't do it, he will kill me."

"I have no choice but to follow his instructions and lead people to secretly stuff flour into your place. Then he will lead people to sweep the place and drag you all in."

His head hit the ground hard, and the skin on his forehead was broken and bleeding. He didn't dare to stop: "Brother Hui, I was wrong. I really know I was wrong. Please let me live. I will never show up again." In front of your eyes.”

"What else do you have to say?"

Wu Zhihui stared at Fan Qiang: "Now I seriously doubt whether you asked him to do this."

"Hem home shovel!"

Fan Mianqiang cursed angrily, raised his foot and kicked Yu Wanxian away from the ground: "There are rules in the road. If you don't behave according to the rules, I will be implicated. You deserve to die!"

Yu Wanxian was so aggressive that he really said everything before the fight even started. He said everything. How could he dare to accept the high hat from Wu Zhihui?

He reached out to grab the chopping knife in Ma Zai's hand next to him and was about to go up and kill Yu Wanxian, but Wu Zhihui reached out and grabbed it.

"Did I let you deal with him?!"

Wu Zhihui pushed Flour Qiang away and pointed at him: "Your horse had an accident. He caused me so much loss due to this incident. The profit of 88 yuan will be sent to me first. The other losses will be left to me after I resolve this matter." I'll deal with you later."

"If you can't see a big profit before dawn, I'll still say the same thing, fight, I'll overwhelm you in one round!"

"take away!"

Wu Zhihui said hello, Big D and others dragged Yu Wanxian on the ground directly to the car, and everyone got in the car and drove away.

"Hem home shovel!"

Fan Fanqiang watched Wu Zhihui and his party leave with a gloomy expression and obvious masseter muscles on his face, and he was so angry that his molars were almost broken.

This Wu Zhihui was so damn arrogant. Not only did he hit himself, but he also wanted big money and compensated for his losses.

fuck you!

However, even if he felt unhappy, he still had to pay for the money.

If you don’t pay for it, then it will be delivered to someone else’s door.

"Boss."

Ma Zai came up and said, "What should we do now? Brother Bin"

"How to do?"

Fan Mianqiang slapped him in the face with his backhand: "A bunch of useless things."

He looked at Hei Zaibin who had lost one of his hands on the ground: "Send him to the hospital."

It's just sent to the hospital. It's a useless person. What's the use of holding it? It's better to send it to the hospital to show off in front of these guys.

In his heart, he was a little annoyed with Hei Zaibin, who was sucking him up all day long until his brain was turned into shit.

If Hei Zaibin hadn't jumped out and used a fake gun to scare Big D and let him go, Wu Zhihui's situation wouldn't have happened, and he wouldn't have to be beaten, let alone compensation.

There is also this Yu Wan Xian, a member of the Yan family who wants to play tricks on others and doesn't even say hello to him in advance, causing himself a lot of trouble.

Tonight, I became Wu Zhihui's supporting role, and I would be even more shameless in going out to hang out in the future.

He gritted his teeth and walked away: "Whoever dares to tell anyone about what happened at night will be killed!"

Grass.

Arrange for someone to send money.

(End of this chapter)