Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 150 There is only one sister-in-law

Wu Zhihui hung up the phone, took out the cigarette case and lit the cigarette. The ash gradually condensed as he sucked on the cigarette butt. He held the cigarette in one hand and the phone in the other, frowning thoughtfully.

For a smoker, cigarettes can gradually calm him down at this time, and the stimulation of nicotine keeps him awake enough.

People must stay awake enough at all times. Only by keeping their minds clear can they have the ability to think independently.

Zhang Jingliang's phone call was very sudden and unexpected, which made Wu Zhihui feel a little unresponsive. On the surface, it didn't sound like there was anything wrong with it, but if you think about it carefully, there was something very fishy.

First of all.

He had never mentioned to Zhang Jingliang what happened between the funeral and the funeral. Zhang Jingliang had been observing secretly. This was understandable, but he had been keeping an eye on A Cong and no signal from him had been sent. How could he, Zhang Jingliang, know so much? clear?

The dock sent people out, and then he called his phone to tell him that something happened to A Cong at this point. This was very unreasonable. There was no reason for him to be better informed than himself.

After the fact that A Cong sent A Mei away was revealed, Zhang Jingliang immediately began to belittle A Cong to himself, and then he wanted to get rid of A Cong, and at the same time, he was guiding himself intentionally or unintentionally.

He didn't give himself a chance to understand the truth of the matter. Based on his preconceived attitude, he began to urge himself to take action against Acong. A series of thought guidance was very obvious.

This phone call didn't sound problematic at all and was very reasonable, but if you think about it carefully, it was Zhang Jingliang who was trying to control his thoughts and lead him forward.

"call"

Wu Zhihui shook his head, exhaled a puff of thick smoke, raised his hand to stub out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, and took the phone to make a call.

The root of all this is Acong. He must be captured and asked about the situation: "Big D, how is the situation?"

"I have heard the news."

There was a whistling sound from Big D's side, and it looked like he was in the car: "That boy A Cong is hiding and is on his way over."

"it is good."

Wu Zhihui gave instructions: "We must bring people back."

"Ah."

Big D hung up the phone and called to the driver: "Drive quickly, lest you get there late and people run away."

If A Cong was hiding by himself, it would actually be a bit difficult to find A Cong's whereabouts, but unfortunately, A Cong didn't hide by himself, but brought a few horses with him.

Many people have many eyes and many mouths, so with the power of banknotes, Big D quickly learned the whereabouts of A Cong and his horsemen from several people.

Canton Road.

Urban Beauty Hotel.

At this moment, A Cong was being served and drank by two women in his room. He specially found this mid-range hotel. There was not much traffic and the environment was okay, so he invited two women to accompany him.

The six horse boys lived in the two rooms next door, and two nightclub girls were invited to accompany them.

Although I don’t know why Acong wants to take them to live here, as long as he has money and a woman, that’s fine.

The few people were having fun in the room and didn't notice two cars parked outside the hotel. Big D and Changmao waited for a few guys to get out of the car, looked up at the hotel, and walked in quickly.

in the room.

Ah Cong hugged his hands, drank until he got excited, and the fire of desire was burning. The recording equipment wrapped with tape around his waist seemed to be in the way, and it felt hard against his stomach. After drinking a little wine, his stomach couldn't bear it.

He was going to go into the bathroom and take off the equipment from his waist. He would play poker first and then go around it later. Zhang Jingliang was also too anxious to bring this thing with him.

Acong stood up and came to the bathroom door. Just as he was about to go in, the waiter appeared at the door with Big D and his group, raising his hand to knock on the door.

"Who?"

A Cong frowned and shouted outside, then looked out through the peephole.

Doorway.

Big D and Changmao stood straight, as if they were aware that someone was watching inside. Big D's eyes focused on the cat's eyes, as if they were looking at each other.

"Grass!"

When A Cong saw Big D appearing, he immediately panicked. He turned around and ran towards the window of the room, wanting to jump out of the window and leave.

But when he opened the window and looked at the passers-by who were as big as rubber balls under their feet, he was so frightened that his legs became weak and he couldn't stand. How dare he climb through the window and run away.

On such a high floor, undercover agents would certainly not dare to run down from the windows, nor would ordinary club members. Only true desperadoes would dare, otherwise they would surely die if they accidentally fall.

The knocking on the door outside became louder.

Ma Zai, who originally lived next door to accompany him, came out one by one after hearing the sound and stood at the door staring at Big D and his group: "What are you doing? What do you want to do?!"

"Ha ha."

Big D chuckled, not in a hurry, and still looked at the cat's eyes: "A Cong, come out, you don't have to run."

Acong listened to Big D's mocking tone, gritted his teeth and opened the door directly, looking at Big D: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"I'm looking for you, something must have happened."

Big D shrugged with an indifferent expression and gave up his position: "Let's go, the car is downstairs, we've been waiting for a long time."

"Humph!"

A Cong snorted coldly. No matter what, he is now a man with a younger brother, and he still needs the face he deserves: "If you say you want to go, I will go with you. Wouldn't it be very shameless for me?"

"If you have anything to say, please explain it clearly here, don't waste time."

There are only four people in Big D. Counting himself, there are six people on his side. How can he really be afraid of him in a fight?

Moreover.

He will definitely not go with Big D.

As A Cong's words fell, several horse boys took a few steps forward, surrounded Big D and his group, and stared at them eagerly: "Did you hear that? I told you to get out."

"Get out now!"

"Ah."

Big D cast a sidelong glance at these boys, then suddenly reached out without any warning, grabbed A Cong's collar and pulled him forward, placing the sharp dagger directly on A Cong's neck:

"now what?"

"Please come with us."

Changmao looked at Acong and said slowly: "Brother Hui said that I will take you back. If you don't come with us, then you don't have to leave, just stay here."

"Are you scaring me?"

Ah Cong stared at Big D. The dagger on his neck was so sharp that he didn't dare to move around: "I, Ah Cong, come out to fool around. There is nothing more than that I am not afraid of death. Put a knife on my neck and I will be afraid?"

His tone was firm: "There are so many people watching, how can you run away after you do me?! Who in the world will remember you after you have been working in a kiln for several years!"

"Okay."

Big D sneered and pushed A Cong directly into the room: "You are so talented, so there is no need to talk nonsense."

When the two ladies in the room saw this scene, they screamed in fright and ran out.

Big D closed the door with his backhand and stared at A Cong. He held the dagger in his hand and said, "Remember, my name is Lei Chao, and my nickname is Big D. Remember my name. It's okay if the ghosts ask you." There’s a whereabouts!”

"Pfft!"

A Cong looked at Big D who was about to take action. He bent his knees and knelt down directly in front of Big D: "No, Brother Big D. There were many people outside just now. I kneeled down for you. Don't kill me."

He raised his hands: "Just catch me and tie me up. I have a little brother outside. I don't want to lose face. I'm leaving. I'm going with you."

The last time A Cong challenged Wu Zhihui in Thirteen's company, he was severely beaten by Big D and Changmao, which left him with a psychological shadow, knowing that Big D dared to do something to him.

"Hem home shovel."

Big D laughed and cursed, looked at A Cong who was kneeling in front of him, and showed a disdainful expression: "I thought you were so tough, street boy."

He pulled the red rope used for props in the room, tied up A Cong's hands with three strokes, opened the door and pushed him out, looking at A Cong's horse coldly: "If you want to fight, just fight. Those who don’t dare to fight should get out of the way and move out of the way.”

The few horse boys looked at each other, but they didn't dare to take action under Ah Cong's scolding, and they honestly moved out of the way.

The group of people pulled A Cong and left. The car drove forward and stopped directly outside an abandoned factory. They pulled A Cong out of the car and pushed into the factory.

Wu Zhihui has been waiting here for a long time.

"Untie the rope."

Wu Zhihui sat on the stool and waved his hands. Big D immediately untied the rope and backed out at Wu Zhihui's signal. Of course, they were not worried about Wu Zhihui's safety.

A mere Ah Cong poses no threat to Wu Zhihui at all.

It was very quiet in the factory.

Wu Zhihui sat under the light, and the light just shrouded his body. He looked directly at A Cong, stared at him for a long time, took out a cigarette and lit it:
"A Cong, do you know why I came to you?"

"No, I don't know." A Cong lowered his head and replied tremblingly.

"Ok?"

Wu Zhihui raised his eyebrows.

"I'm sorry, Brother Hui, I lied to you."

A Cong raised his head, looked at Wu Zhihui's sharp eyes, and immediately dared not lie anymore: "Da Sang is planning to attack A Mei. I know this, and I am responsible for it."

"The reason I didn't tell you was because I had selfish motives. I wanted to use this matter to gain a higher position and express myself in front of you, so that I can help when you save A Mei."

"If you want to be in power, I can support you, but you should never do it, just lie to me!" Wu Zhihui's voice was a few minutes higher: "I hate people lying to me the most. I can lie to anyone, but No one can lie to me, absolutely not!"

talking room.

He put the cigarette in his hand into his mouth and bit it. He reached out and took out a big black star from his waist. He pulled the bolt and loaded the gun with a clear and crisp sound.

"Brother Huihui!"

A Cong looked at the big black star in Wu Zhihui's hand, and immediately got up from the ground, subconsciously stepping back: "You want to do me?!"

His heartbeat quickened and he looked at Wu Zhihui with twinkling eyes. At the same time, he reached out and touched his waist.

Wu Zhihui's eyesight was so sharp that he caught his little move at a glance, walked up and kicked A Cong to the ground, and reached out to lift his clothes.

On his waist is a recording equipment wrapped with tape. The equipment is beating with red light, presumably it has just entered working mode.

"Ah?"

Wu Zhihui chuckled lightly, pulled off the recording device, took it in his hand and looked at it. He turned on the playback and found nothing was recorded. He turned it off and threw it on Ah Cong:

He narrowed his eyes: "Not bad, you can also get the recording equipment used by the police. It seems that you are determined to walk all the way to the dark side. What are you doing with this thing? Are you planning to record my words?! "

Ah Cong definitely can't get the police recording equipment now, so how did he get this thing?It goes without saying.

"Brother Huihui."

Acong swallowed a mouthful of saliva, sweat broke out on his forehead, and kept shaking his head: "No, no, listen to me..."

"You seem to have a lot of ideas?!"

Wu Zhihui turned his head and glanced at Acong sideways, and snorted coldly: "In that case, don't blame me for being cruel." The big black star in his hand was raised and aimed at Acong's head.

The black muzzle of the gun brought great pressure to A Cong. The sense of oppression was so strong that everyone was afraid of death.

Wu Zhihui put his finger on the trigger and gradually began to exert force: "Do you have anything else to say about this matter? If not, I will send you on your way."

"No, don't kill me."

A Cong shook his head desperately and stared at Wu Zhihui's hand on the trigger. If he looked at it, he would fire it. He yelled: "It's not me, it's not me who wants to do this. It's Zhang Jingliang, the one who jumped on the street." Let me do this."

"Zhang Jingliang?!"

Wu Zhihui narrowed his eyes, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes: "He asked you to do this."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Ah Cong's psychological defense collapsed. He was really afraid that Wu Zhihui would kill him, so he began to describe the entire incident from beginning to end without pausing:
"When the funeral asked me to attack A Mei, I wanted to inform you, but Zhang Jingliang found me instead."

After a few minutes.

"That's it."

Acong swallowed nervously after speaking: "I swear, what I said is true, and he gave me this device."

"tsk"

Wu Zhihui digested what A Cong said in his mind, and threw a cigarette to A Cong: "A Cong, A Cong, you said you want to be in power, I can understand you, but you don't have any brains at all."

He told A Cong what Zhang Jingliang told him: "Two people, two versions. It's obvious that he wants me to kill you and then use this as a reason to blackmail me."

“That’s the best illustration of it when he gives you recording equipment.”

"why?!"

After hearing this, A Cong showed an expression of disbelief, but he was not a fool. Naturally, he knew that Zhang Jingliang was using him to trick Wu Zhihui, and he growled unwillingly: "Why, why did he do this? Everyone on his own Harmful!"

Zhang Jingliang asked him to hide it from him at first, because he wanted to help him rise to power, but now he gave him recording equipment, and he had no intention of keeping A Cong alive.

Zhang Jingliang is using Acong as a scapegoat to manipulate himself.

just.

Why did Zhang Jingliang do this?He is his undercover, and he still goes to great lengths to send Acong in just to control himself?

Earlier, Wu Zhihui felt that Zhang Jingliang sent his good brother's son to be an undercover agent. This kind of thing was too immoral. Now this incident is enough to show that Zhang Jingliang's composition is extremely complicated.

He must have thought about using himself to support Acong to rise to power, but his thoughts kept changing in the subsequent events, and he finally let Acong, a tool man, be the scapegoat.

There is one version when talking to A Cong, and another version when talking to myself. The old fox is really cunning.

From this incident, Wu Zhihui gained a new understanding of Zhang Jingliang. The old fox had a big problem.

Wu Zhihui quickly calculated in his mind and looked at A Cong sitting on the ground, smoking heavily to suppress his emotions, his expression changing.

Soon, he made a decision in his mind.

Wu Zhihui's eyes fell on A Cong: "I hate people deceiving me the most. Although you have your opinion, I have my principles. Wrong is wrong. You have no brains. You deserve to be led by him. "

He casually dropped the big black star on Ah Cong: "Let's all come together as brothers. I'll give you a decent move. You can take care of yourself."

"what?"

Acong stared at Wu Zhihui with wide eyes, then looked at the big black star in front of him, his face turned pale.

"Can't let go?"

Wu Zhihui looked at him coldly: "If you can't do it, then let me help you."

"Brother Huihui."

A Cong held the big black star in his trembling hands, looked at Wu Zhihui who had no room to spare, and gritted his teeth: "Okay, I'll do it myself."

"do not blame me."

Wu Zhihui shrugged and turned around: "If you want to blame it, blame Zhang Jingliang. He wants you to die."

Acong breathed heavily, slowly raised the big black star, looked at Wu Zhihui, who had his back turned to him, gritted his teeth, pointed the big black star at his head, and closed his eyes:

"The Yan family shovels Zhang Jingliang, I will never let you go, damn you!"

He cursed to vent his emotions, gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger directly. His body trembled, but there was an empty sound.

No bullets? !
Acong looked in disbelief at Wu Zhihui, who turned around and looked at him with a smile.

"A Cong."

Wu Zhihui came up and took the big black star over, and stretched out his hand to him: "We are brothers, can I really kill you? What do you think of me? That old fox Zhang Jingliang?!"

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Wu Zhihui turned around deliberately just now. If Acong was ambitious, he would definitely shoot himself in the back.

Since he didn't have this idea, he would keep it for now and use it to deal with Zhang Jingliang, an old fox.

"Hui, Brother Hui."

A Cong looked at Wu Zhihui's outstretched hand and didn't know what to say. It took him a while to react. He grabbed Wu Zhihui's hand and stood up with help: "Thank you, thank you Brother Hui."

"Small idea."

Wu Zhihui smiled and waved his hand: "From now on, I will take you around, and I will help you up after the funeral."

"However, before that, you have to perform a play with me to deceive Zhang Jingliang, an old fox."

"Ok!"

Ah Cong hated Zhang Jingliang so much that he wanted to kill him, so of course he agreed.

"Go back."

Wu Zhihui signaled that he could leave: "As if nothing happened, wait until Zhang Jingliang contacts us."

"it is good."

Ah Congyan followed the advice. Now that he has come to his senses, he still has to follow Wu Zhihui if he wants to get ahead. He must never listen to Zhang Jingliang, a provocateur again.

Early the next morning.

Wu Zhihui was called by Ren Qingtian. In the villa, Ren Qingtian was sitting on the sofa, sucking on a cigar. The smoke was thick and choking.

"Brother God."

Wu Zhihui sat down next to Ren Qingtian and took the cigar out of his hand: "Smoke less, it's not good for your health."

"Something happened to A Mei."

Ren Qingtian looked at Wu Zhihui: "She was indeed deceived into going to Ao Island and lost 400 million to the old demon. I gave him the money and the old demon still refused, so I had to go and get her in person."

"This old demon just wants to take advantage of me, tell me, what should I do?!"

Wu Zhihui looked at Ren Qingtian and thought for a moment: "I understand, I will take care of this matter."

He was not surprised at all by the news. A Cong had said everything and he knew it well.

"it is good."

Ren Qingtian nodded and looked at Wu Zhihui: "Find a way to bring the person back. If you can't bring him back, don't leave the person in the hands of the old demon. I don't want to be embarrassed."

The implication is that if A Mei really can't bring her back, then get rid of her.

"Brother God."

Wu Zhihui said seriously: "I only have one sister-in-law, and I will definitely bring her back."

(End of this chapter)