Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 157: Ruthless and unjust, the mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole follows behind
"Son of a bitch!"

Wu Zhihui put down the phone and stood on the balcony overlooking the sea far down the mountain, his expression changing.

It will take a while.

Wu Zhihui pulled the hem of his clothes: "Drive and go out."

Aji drove Pingzhi out of the garage, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the car down the mountain road to find A Cong.

This side of the phone.

"Wu Zhihui, Wu Zhihui."

Zhang Jingliang held the phone and sneered: "Why are you so unruly? What's wrong with working for a ghost guy? You're a fool who thinks you're arrogant."

"You are just like your father. You are too upright, too tough, and not tactful at all. If you don't know how to be flexible, how can you become a big deal?"

He murmured to himself, put away his thoughts, took the phone and was about to leave, when he saw Chief Inspector William waving to him.

Zhang Jingliang immediately showed a flattering smile and walked up quickly: "Sir, congratulations."

"No no."

William waved his hand reservedly and glanced at Zhang Jingliang with approval: "It all depends on how well you handle this matter. Don't worry, I will give you a credit."

"Thank you Sir!"

"Snapped!"

Zhang Jingliang raised his foot and stomped it hard. The soles of his shoes made a clear sound on the floor. He saluted William, the ghost man, and straightened his back: "Thank you for the promotion, sir!"

"correct."

William seemed to have remembered something. He glanced at the deserted surroundings and took a step forward to face Zhang Jingliang: "There is one more thing about your undercover."

"I have news that Superintendent Xu seems to be checking the information of those people around Ren Qingtian in the past two days. Tell me, did Ren Qingtian find something? Will he find out about your undercover agents? ah?"

"Ha ha."

Zhang Jingliang showed a proud smile and looked at William: "Sir, don't worry, you can rest assured when I do my job."

"The undercover information is in my hands. I had been prepared for this trick for a long time and did not submit the undercover information at all."

"I gave him an identity. He is just an ordinary citizen, a bad boy. No matter how they check, they will never be able to find him."

Zhang Jingliang tricked Wu Zhihui into working as an undercover agent. His identity as an undercover agent was only revealed to Wu Zhihui and was not filed with Wu Zhihui at all.

Not only Wu Zhihui was like this, but all the undercover agents selected by the police academy he was assigned to go to were like this, and they all allowed him to secretly operate in violation of regulations.

The only exception is A Cong, because he is already a police officer.

"hiss"

William couldn't help but take a breath after hearing this, looked at Zhang Jingliang, raised his head and laughed heartily, patting Zhang Jingliang's shoulder: "You are still thoughtful enough, but you are not afraid that your undercover will go crazy if he finds out. When the undercover mission was completed, I realized that I was not even a police officer."

"The undercover agent is just a tool for us to take advantage of, just a stepping stone for us."

Zhang Jingliang couldn't help but feel a little proud after listening to William's words: "Besides, my undercover agent's mission is to take over Ren Qingtian's position in charge of this club. Does he need to return to the team?"

"From now on, he is just a puppet society boss controlled by us. The police force, the police officer? Do you have anything to do with him?"

"When he reaches Ren Qingtian's position, he will find that he can't help himself. If we let him stay in this position, then he will have to stay in this position and listen to our commands!"

"Hahaha"

William laughed again, very satisfied.

···
Ah Ji drove Wu Zhihui and stopped in front of a hotel.

Acong had not shown up since that night. He was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette. When he saw Wu Zhihui coming in, he immediately stood up and said, "Brother Hui."

"Ah."

Wu Zhihui nodded, sat down on the sofa, and said nothing, frowning and smoking a cigarette, his face not very good.

"what happened?"

A Cong looked at Wu Zhihui's expression and felt an inexplicable ominous feeling in his heart. There must be something bad happening to him: "What happened?"

"I have some very bad news for you."

Wu Zhihui blew out the smoke and finally spoke: "Originally, according to my plan, after the problem of Da Ming is solved, I will bring you up and follow me to help me take care of Da Ming's territory, but..."

"Just what?"

A Cong's breathing became faster. If Wu Zhihui brought him up, he would have made a qualitative leap in the future, but now it seems that something unexpected happened.

"It's just that Zhang Jingliang doesn't intend to keep you."

Wu Zhihui continued: "Zhang Jingliang asked me to talk to him tonight about you. He wants to help resolve the misunderstanding between the two of us."

"He helped resolve the misunderstanding between the two of us?" Ah Cong raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Zhihui: "The Yan family is going to attack Zhang Jingliang. What does he want to do?"

Since the last incident was exposed, A Cong saw clearly that Zhang Jingliang was just using him, and he no longer had any good impressions of Zhang Jingliang.

"He wants you dead!"

Wu Zhihui raised his eyebrows and looked at A Cong: "He wanted me to have sex with you, and then used me to have sex with you to blackmail me and control me."

"Believe it or not, even if I don't pursue you anymore, Zhang Jingliang will still find an opportunity to kill you."

"..."

A Cong's lips moved and he looked at Wu Zhihui.

"You do not believe?"

Wu Zhihui chuckled: "How about we wait and see?! He wants you to die. Even if I don't kill you, you won't survive."

"He must still think that the two of us are not breathing. If you don't die, you may tell me about his alienation between us. Therefore, there is only one end for you."

"When you promised him not to tell me the news, he already treated you as a dead person."

"..."

Acong clenched his teeth, his lips moved and there was no sound again.

Wu Zhihui's words were unreasonable, but he was already doomed to this outcome after he fell into Zhang Jingliang's trap.

"but."

Wu Zhihui looked at Acong, whose expression was changing: "We are brothers after all. I don't want to see you die. I can give you a chance to live."

"It's just that from now on you can only help me in the dark and become a character with no identity and a file marked dead."

"Or, I tell him that I won't hold you accountable for deceiving me. I'll let you go and see if you die."

"How to choose is up to you."

After Wu Zhihui finished speaking, he fell silent and smoked his cigarette in silence.

In fact.

Even if Zhang Jingliang didn't want A Cong to die, Wu Zhihui would definitely not be able to really trust A Cong anymore. He still understood the principle that if you are unfaithful, you will always be unfaithful.

Since Ah Cong chose to listen to Zhang Jingliang's words, it means that he is not only ambitious but also very ambitious, and cannot control his own desires. If such a person is kept by his side, he will betray the boss sooner or later.

The reason why he was retained was because Wu Zhihui could use him to rebel against General Zhang Jingliang.

As for Acong, he has a good relationship with himself?That's because he has a good relationship with his predecessor. What does it have to do with Wu Zhihui and me?

A Cong's expression changed. He clenched his fists tightly, clenched and unclenched them. Finally, like a balloon that had been popped and exploded, he angrily kicked the sofa to vent his anger.

"The Yan family eradicates Zhang Jingliang!"

Ah Cong's face turned red and he started to curse loudly: "You and I have no grievances. If you use me, I will forget it. You will drive me out and kill me!"

It will take a long time.

He panted heavily and slumped down on the sofa, like a deflated rubber ball, his chest rising and falling violently as he panted.

A Cong held a cigarette and turned to look at Wu Zhihui: "Okay, I will listen to you. I want to live, I don't want to die."

"it is good."

Wu Zhihui nodded and stretched out his hand to him: "Just listen to me and I'll make sure nothing happens to you. Although you will have to hide in the dark from now on, it doesn't matter. You can still live a carefree life."

A Cong looked at Wu Zhihui's outstretched hand, then stretched out his hand to shake it with him.

·····
at noon.

Regent Hotel.

in the room.

Ye Jihuan sat on a stool and wiped the AK rifle in his hand. The burn marks on his arms were vaguely exposed on the sleeves of his rolled up clothes. The folding table in front of him was full of finished lunch boxes mixed with cigarette butts.

The remaining brothers were sitting on the bed, sorting out the banknotes in the canvas bag in front of them.

They were ready to leave and leave Hong Kong Island. Their idea of ​​investing in real estate was shattered.

The cultural level of the small team of five headed by Ye Jihuan was not high.

Ye Jihuan himself was only in the third grade of elementary school. His family was too poor to go to school and he did farm work. When he was 17 years old, he went to work as a helper in a fan factory. Once there was a fire in the fan factory, and he went to put out the fire without hesitation. He was burned by the fire and was hospitalized.

Ye Jihuan was lying in the hospital, thinking that he had saved the loss for his boss by working for the factory to put out the fire, so he hoped that the boss would pay for some medical expenses, but he was severely rejected by the boss and even humiliated him.

Ye Jihuan's self-esteem felt trampled on. Because he was poor, had a low status, and a low status, a dead life was worthless. He secretly swore in his heart that he must be rich.

So ever.

The first thing Ye Jihuan did after being discharged from the hospital was to return to the factory. He burned down the fan factory while no one was around at night, and then ran away from the mainland and wandered around.

In the past few years since he came out, Ye Jihuan has made a lot of money and bought arms by relying on his ruthlessness and his lack of words.

He also got the nickname of the mute dog because of this.

After I got lucky and made money by gambling in Haojianghao, I heard that Hong Kong Island was pretty good and there was gold everywhere, so I came to Hong Kong Island and took a few brothers with me to make some money by reselling real estate.

After coming to Hong Kong Island and seeing the housing prices here, Ye Jihuan realized that he was a real country bumpkin who came to the city. He had enough money to do anything.

and so.

He was ready to leave here again. It was boring, so he might as well go to Haojiang to gamble more realistically.

"Dog brother."

Chen Zhihao, Ye Jihuan's number one general, patted the canvas bag and said, "It's almost done. We've also contacted the ship. We can go and leave by ship after a good night's sleep."

He was the first to have a life-long friendship with Ye Jihuan, so he usually called Ye Jihuan the nickname Dumb Dog.

"Ah."

Ye Jihuan nodded and put the wiped AK into the canvas bag: "After we go back, let's settle down for a while. We will use this money first. I will contact you when I have ideas."

"Listen to Brother Huan."

Several brothers bared their teeth and laughed: "Everything is done according to Brother Huan's arrangement. If you hang out with Brother Huan, you will have money, flowers, and women, hahaha."

After a few people put their things back under the bed, they went out one after another, preparing to find a tea restaurant outside for lunch.

Downstairs of Regent Hotel.

The people from Sha Laotai have been waiting here for a long time. Three people in suits and leather shoes set up a simple stall, using the sign of a real estate agency.

After learning the whereabouts of Ye Jihuan and others last night, Silly Guy Tai arranged for someone to come and guard them. He did nothing but cheat and get their money from them.

When the agent saw Ye Jihuan and others coming down, he immediately shouted even more fiercely: "It's cheaper, it's cheaper, the house is cheaper. You can get a house in a 100-square-foot prime location for only [-] million."

"The last few properties are limited in quantity and are sold out while supplies last!"

The main theme of the shouting is one word: cheap.

When the agent saw Ye Jihuan and others coming down and passing in front of the stall, he took the initiative to pull Ye Jihuan and said, "Young man, are you looking at a house? It's cheap." He also took the initiative to hand over the floor plan of the house.

Ye Jihuan raised his eyebrows and looked at a few people first. When meeting a stranger, the first thing he would definitely do is look at the person.

These three people looked pretty good to each other, wearing black trousers and white shirts with short sleeves. As the saying goes, people look good in their clothes, giving them a very formal feeling.

"Wow, no, six hundred feet, that's how big a house it is."

Ye Jihuan's brother immediately started talking: "This is a factory. Where can such a big house be so cheap? It's a joke. There's something wrong with it at first glance."

Several people have also seen houses in the past few days and have a basic understanding of the housing market in Hong Kong Island. Anyway, in one word, expensive!The price is indeed dirt cheap.

As the boss, Ye Jihuan didn't speak, but he thought so too, so Xiaoxiao didn't bother to answer.

"Pretty boy, no, don't make fun of me."

The agent listened to his words and saw that the leader Ye Jihuan did not open his mouth to refute. The corners of his mouth raised and he felt a little more confident. It turned out to be a group of ignorant country bumpkins, so it would be easier to handle.

He took out the cigarettes and handed them to several people in a familiar manner, and began to explain: "Your accent sounds like you are not local to Hong Kong Island. You don't know that six hundred feet here is a square foot, which is only 55 when converted. square meters, it’s different.”

"what"

Several people heard the words and understood.

It turns out that this is still the saying. A few people don't have much culture, so they think six hundred feet is six hundred square meters. No wonder.

"Then the price is also cheap."

Ye Jihuan spoke. He was still very excited by the price. He had an idea, so he spoke: "Is there a problem?"

Seeing Ye Jihuan speak, the agent smiled even more happily. He was not afraid of you talking nonsense, but he was afraid that you wouldn't speak. If you don't speak, you wouldn't be able to take the next step.

"Young man has great eyesight!"

The agent puffed on his cigarette and laughed, talking eloquently: "If the price is definitely not available in normal times, it won't be your turn. There are still some problems with these houses."

"Among the six houses, two have had murders in them, which is what everyone calls the haunted house. This haunted house depends on the people who come. You can believe it or not, right?"

"Haunted house?"

Ye Jihuan sneered and curled his lips disdainfully: "I don't believe there are ghosts more evil than me in this world." Of course he didn't believe in this evil, so he picked up the topic by mistake: "What about the other ones?"

"There are a few more houses left. It's not a haunted house, but it still has problems."

The agent didn't hide anything, and went straight to the point with a very candid attitude: "These other houses are actually houses recovered by people who collected gambling debts. They have all the documents and other documents, but they are just afraid of any trouble later. .”

"There is also a set where someone goes in after committing a crime and the money owed is recovered. If you are not afraid of trouble later, then the price is still very suitable."

In fact, it is a bit similar to the meaning of foreclosure houses. Foreclosure houses are cheap, but some houses are not available to you. If you meet the old and shabby former owner, they will be able to quarrel with you if they get the house.

"How is it? Are you interested?"

After the agent finished speaking, he looked at a few people: "This is the situation. We agents don't want to lie to you. We have told you everything. If you are not afraid, we can go and have a look."

"If you want it, the procedures can be completed for you in two days. The identity of the household head can also be easily solved. How about that?"

Intermediaries have their own way, just like the current house purchase restriction policy that requires you to pay local social security for several years, but intermediaries can handle it for you. As long as you have money, you can talk about anything.

"have a look?"

Chen Zhihao was itching to be told that the problems mentioned by the agent were just trivial problems to them. What do they do? Anyone who gets the house would dare to cause trouble. Looking for trouble is asking for death.

"Then let's take a look?!"

Ye Jihuan also thought about it. Looking at these intermediaries, they didn't seem to be lying, so he nodded. The intermediary immediately called a car to take them to see them.

After they left, Tai, who was eating at a roadside stall, took out his banknotes to pay, happily walked out of the shop, pushed out his bicycle parked on the roadside, and left leisurely.

He arranged the house. He had a lot of connections when he helped Mr. Lei manage real estate. It was easy to just take out a few houses and deceive people.

If these country bumpkins want to take advantage of this, they can deceive them out of nothing. All transfers and procedures are all nonsense. I have already arranged a complete set of scams.

as predicted.

Ye Jihuan was so excited by the intermediary's eloquent boasts that he had an idea. Well, the intermediary immediately decided to start preparations today.

After struggling all afternoon, Ye Jihuan and others paid the deposit, and the agent enthusiastically invited the five of them to have dinner at Dafugui Restaurant. The agent also spent a lot of money, serving plates of roasted suckling pig and large abalone:

"Let's put it this way, brothers, if you buy a house, we will get a commission. If you buy four houses, our commission will be [-] to [-] yuan. This little food is nothing, we are treating everyone."

The main agent of the agency is a person who treats people with sincerity. He has made trouble for Ye Jihuan and others. The main agent of a few people comes out to mess around is that there is one who is brave and ruthless. Who has ever met such an honest person?

Besides, Ye Jihuan is not afraid of being deceived. If he really dares to deceive them, the store will be demolished by them.

After dinner, the agency took them to nightclubs and massage parlors to have fun, which focused on one-stop service. Finally, they were sent back to agree to continue the rest of the procedures tomorrow.

Little did they know that they were immediately deceived and all their pants were gone, and not a penny was left.

····
Nine p.m.

At Zhang Jingliang's residence, he stood at the door of the unit building in simple clothes, holding a cigarette and waiting. Not long after, a black car drove in and stopped in front of him. The window was lowered, and it was Wu Zhihui.

Zhang Jingliang looked around to make sure no one was there before opening the car door and getting in. Wu Zhihui drove away.

The car drove forward and finally got on the coastal road, along the seaside to the undeveloped suburbs, and stopped at a small abandoned garbage transfer station. The two of them got out of the car one after the other and went to the house inside.

Under the dim light, A Cong was tied to a stool with a rope, and his mouth was covered with black insulating tape. There was no blood on his body. It seemed that Wu Zhihui did not beat him.

After seeing A Cong with his mouth covered, Zhang Jingliang, who was still worried about it, was relieved. When he was in the car, he was thinking about how to end the interview quickly and accurately to prevent A Cong from saying more.

Did not expect ah.

Wu Zhihui himself sealed A Cong's mouth with tape, which saved a lot of trouble.

"A Cong!"

After Zhang Jingliang entered the room, he immediately showed a hypocritical attitude. He walked up quickly to help A Cong loosen the rope around his body, but was stopped by Wu Zhihui: "Did I ask you to loosen his rope? ?!”

"Ahui!"

Zhang Jingliang's hand on the rope was stunned, and he looked back at Wu Zhihui: "What do you mean?"

"I said that I hate people lying to me the most. He cheated on me and didn't give me any news, which almost caused me to have an accident."

Wu Zhihui held his arms with both hands and looked at A Cong coldly: "This kind of person has no qualifications to be an undercover agent. He also plots against his own people!" "I have asked him. This Yan family shovel has a very tight mouth and does not say a word. Said, the bones are quite strong."

"Ahui!"

Zhang Jingliang was even more relieved when he knew that A Cong had nothing to do with Wu Zhihui. He turned around and looked at Wu Zhihui and began to admonish him sincerely:
"This matter has passed, so don't mention it again. Aren't we all fine now? Nothing has happened."

He acted as a peacemaker: "You are brothers, this is over."

"Mmmm."

Ah Cong nodded in agreement.

"It's passed? You said it simply!"

But Wu Zhihui refused to give in: "Impossible! I'm a man of my word, and Acong has violated my bottom line."

"How about this."

Zhang Jingliang backed down: "After all, we are all brothers. How about this? I let him return to the team and stop being an undercover agent. Does that make you feel at ease?"

"He's no longer undercover."

Wu Zhihui stepped up and looked at Zhang Jingliang condescendingly: "What about my undercover status? What if he can't control his mouth and talks nonsense? Promote my status."

"He won't." Zhang Jingliang promised.

"I can't trust him." Wu Zhihui shook his head: "I won't trust him anymore. If I believe in him, my life will be lost."

"What do you want?"

Zhang Jingliang lost his patience and yelled at Wu Zhihui: "Do you still want to kill him and shut him up forever?!"

"clatter!"

Wu Zhihui raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "Good suggestion, then kill him."

"You are crazy!"

Zhang Jingliang's eyes widened and he looked at Wu Zhihui in disbelief: "You kill him? You are good brothers, he..."

"Then what do you say?!"

Wu Zhihui turned to look at Zhang Jingliang: "Then I don't want to be an undercover agent. I'll join the team with him. With the blessing of being a police officer, I'm safe, right?!"

"You" Zhang Jingliang was suddenly speechless.

"bring it on."

Wu Zhihui pulled out a knife, grabbed Zhang Jingliang's hand and slapped it in his hand: "Either he silences him, and I can't trust him, or he and I return to the team, and everyone doesn't do it, and everyone is safe."

"Choose one of the two, your choice."

"Ah Hui! Me."

"pick one of two!"

Wu Zhihui refused with a firm tone, interrupted him and looked at Zhang Jingliang with wide eyes: "You choose!"

"I"

Zhang Jingliang's eyes flickered, looking at A Cong with wide eyes and a fearful expression, and then at Wu Zhihui with an extremely determined expression. After a brief hesitation, he walked up to A Cong with a knife.

"A Cong!"

Zhang Jingliang stretched out his hand to hold A Cong's thigh, with his back to Wu Zhihui blocking A Cong's sight. At an angle, his palm touched A Cong's waist covertly, and felt the bulge wrapped around his abdomen.

recording equipment.

Zhang Jingliang looked at Ah Cong expressionlessly: "Since you acted irregularly and betrayed Huizi, don't blame me."

talking.

He raised the dagger in his hand and was about to stab Acong.

"Eh!"

Wu Zhihui suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhang Jingliang's wrist: "Okay, Sir Zhang, I'm kidding you, how can I really kill Acong? I just want to test my feelings in your heart." It’s just status.”

"Since you dare to take action, it means that I am still very important in your heart. Just have your attitude."

"what?!"

Zhang Jingliang's eyes narrowed, he looked at Wu Zhihui, and then at A Cong. He seemed to have guessed why Wu Zhihui wanted to go to such unnecessary lengths.

Wu Zhihui did it on purpose!

He is doubting himself?
Seeing that Wu Zhihui couldn't find out anything from A Cong, he deliberately let himself kill A Cong to attract A Cong's hatred and shift the conflict to himself.

In this case, if A Cong doesn't do it, then he will say anything to Wu Zhihui? !

Thinking of this, Zhang Jingliang's breathing became heavier and he looked at Wu Zhihui: "Have you thought about it? If your identity is exposed, don't come to me if something goes wrong."

"This"

Wu Zhihui's expression became uncertain.

"I know, A Cong has a very good relationship with you."

Zhang Jingliang must not let A Cong leave here alive at this moment. What he originally advised Wu Zhihui has begun to change: "But you have to think clearly. He can do something to betray you today, and he can do something even more outrageous tomorrow. .”

"Sometimes, brotherhood is the most ridiculous thing in the world. If you believe in others, you will be the one who dies."

Paused.

Zhang Jingliang looked at Wu Zhihui, who had a gloomy expression, and lowered his voice: "By the way, I heard someone say today that Superintendent Xu is checking the information of your people, Shaggy, Big D, Aji... and you!"

"I think Ren Qingtian may have gotten some information and knows that there is a mole around him. He is secretly investigating. This A Cong may just be able to take advantage of it."

After he finished speaking, he directly returned the dagger to Wu Zhihui: "It's up to you how to do it, I won't say anything more."

Wu Zhihui narrowed his eyes, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes and disappeared quickly. His expression hesitated, and after hesitating for a long time, he grabbed the dagger in his hand and stabbed Acong directly in the chest.

"Pfft!"

The entire blade sank in instantly, blood spurted out and dripped down the red-stained clothes.

Zhang Jingliang turned around and looked at the deeply pierced dagger. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his heart dropped. He looked at A Cong who stared at him with wide eyes:
"Ah Cong, don't worry. I will apply for relevant honors with you. Your death will not be in vain. I will also help you settle the gambling debts you owe outside. I will also apply for a pension from the police force. family.

"Don't worry."

"Pfft!"

Wu Zhihui drew the knife and stabbed again, then stopped and looked at A Cong with an indifferent expression: "So you are still a gambler. Fortunately, I didn't believe you."

He shook his hand, casually wiped the blood on Acong's body, walked to the window and took out his mobile phone: "I'll call someone to deal with him."

Zhang Jingliang's eyes flickered as he looked at Wu Zhihui, who was standing by the window with his back to him, making a phone call. He leaned towards Acong and reached out to touch his waist, and took the recording equipment tied around his waist with tape.

He stared hard at Wu Zhihui, carefully took off the recording equipment without making any sound, glanced at the recording equipment at work, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Baton!
awesome.

The recording equipment was on, so the conversation just now was recorded. After getting it, I only needed to edit it a little, and then the fact that Wu Zhihui killed the undercover A Cong was confirmed.

In this way, he would have Wu Zhihui's handle, and he could just use it when needed.

Zhang Jingliang felt like a winner in life at this moment. Looking at Wu Zhihui who hung up the phone, he approached him and said, "Would you like me to help you deal with A Cong? Just pass him to whoever you want."

"Need not."

Wu Zhihui waved his hand and refused: "I'll just ask my people to come over and deal with it. Just throw it into the sea and feed it to the sharks."

"The purpose of this matter is to let my little brother know, so that I can give an explanation to Ren Qingtian when the time comes. I have already helped him handle the undercover matter. Everyone is watching, so he should not doubt me."

"Too."

Zhang Jingliang didn't say anything more after thinking about it. This statement was quite reasonable.

Soon.

Big D drove over with people.

Zhang Jingliang sat in the black Santana and did not meet them. He watched Big D pull A Cong's body onto the boat and drive towards the distant sea. He was completely relieved and drove away.

Wu Zhihui stood on the rocks, watching Zhang Jingliang drive away and strode towards the room he had just stayed in.

After he came in, he brought a stool, dug out a camera from a pile of dry garbage, and pressed the end button.

The camera prepared in advance captured everything just now. Wu Zhihui pressed playback and looked back at the entire scene. Then he looked at the recording device he took out from Acong's "corpse" and turned it off with a sneer.

The senior inspector instigated his undercover to kill his own undercover. It's interesting. This thing, haha, is fatal to Zhang Jingliang.

Wu Zhihui lit a cigarette, took a sip quietly, and frowned. When Zhang Jingliang spoke just now, he inadvertently revealed a fatal piece of information.

Superintendent Xu is helping Ren Qingtian check the information of people around him?
Who is this Superintendent Xu?
How did Zhang Jingliang know that he was related to Ren Qingtian and that he was Ren Qingtian's man?
Superintendent Xu, as his name suggests, is Chinese. Zhang Jingliang is working for the ghost guy. Is he allowed to be undercover next to Ren Qingtian? Is it really to crack down on gangs and eliminate evil, or is it a fight between two factions?
The game between the Chinese and the ghosts? !
Wu Zhihui is unknown.

The cigarette he held was half burned, and the condensed ash fell off and broke.

Acong, who was covered in blood at the door, returned to the room, took off his shirt, and wrapped a circle of gauze around his chest, with two punctured blood bags tied to it.

As for the dagger, it was also a modified shrinking knife and couldn't penetrate much at all.

The two faced each other like this, and the room was very quiet.

A Cong breathed out, sat directly on the ground, took Wu Zhihui's cigarette, lit it, and sucked on it.

"A Cong."

Wu Zhihui looked at A Cong who was smoking across from him: "It seems that we are all his pawns."

"From now on I will listen to you and do things for you."

Ah Cong stared at Wu Zhihui: "I have no other ideas. I only have one request, that is, I must defeat Zhang Jingliang, the Yan family shovel. I help him, but he wants to kill me!"

"Ah."

Wu Zhihui nodded and agreed.

····
the next day.

Regent Hotel.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Ye Jihuan and his family's door was knocked on by the agent, who continued to follow up on yesterday's house purchase.

The agent called a taxi, took several people to the coffee shop, invited a series of relevant personnel, and started the house purchase procedures and other matters.

Ye Jihuan and the others were quite happy and gave them the banknotes directly. After paying the money, it was easy. The agent took them to the real estate bureau and asked them to wait outside while they went in to help Ye Jihuan and the others go through the formalities.

The agent came out half an hour later and told them that the housing book would be out in the afternoon. He took Ye Jihuan and his party to a tea restaurant to have lunch. After lunch, they sat for a while and called them to tell them that the property book was coming.

"Damn, is it so efficient?"

Ye Jihuan was in disbelief.

"You're kidding, what kind of business can you do if you don't have anything to do? We have a good relationship with Gui Lao, so we can be very efficient."

The agent couldn't help but feel proud and took them to get the house book: "Let me tell you, next time you need to buy a house, come to us. You know the address, just contact us."

When the house book was placed in front of Ye Jihuan and others, they felt proud when they held it in their hands.

With only a primary school education, they just go out and get money everywhere. They don't know the normal procedures of these procedures. It's ridiculous to get the house certificate in a few hours.

After the intermediary transaction was completed, it was naturally time to leave. Ye Jihuan and others took the keys and went to see their house, but when they arrived, they were dumbfounded.

The key couldn't be turned even after the key was inserted, and the door lock was different from the one he saw yesterday. It was replaced overnight. Ye Jihuan was so angry that he immediately called her, but no one answered.

Only then did Ye Jihuan realize that he had been tricked, and the group took a taxi to the door of the agency.

At this time, there was no one at the door. The door was closed and the building had long been empty. The door had been emptied out a long time ago, and there was no one left.

It's not too easy for Silly Guy Tai to trick them. He is an old fool. As for the house book, he can make as many lies as he wants.

There is a huge crowd, where can I find someone? !

Ye Jihuan's eyes were red with anger. He stood on the road with his teeth clenched and his chest heaving up and down. Just as they were discussing where to find someone, two military uniforms walked towards them on the street and spoke to the intercom as they walked. What to say, the goal is clear.

"go!"

Ye Jihuan caught a glimpse of the crisis, and several people immediately turned around and left, quickly blending into the crowd and starting to flee.

The military uniforms were also arranged by Silly Guy Tai. This group of people were so rich but lived in a dilapidated Regent Hotel and had no identities. After they got the money, they reported it to the police directly. Both moves went hand in hand without spending too much thought.

Ye Jihuan and his group fled and returned to the Lijing Hotel. They looked at each other, big eyes and small eyes.

Next.

They also face another problem: they have no money and today's room fee has not been paid.

really.

In the evening, the landlady came to collect the rent. Ye Jihuan couldn't afford the money, so why would he let them live there? If he refused to leave, he would call the police.

A few of them gritted their teeth and could only accept defeat. They pulled out the canvas bag under the bed and left the Regent Hotel, wandering in dejection on the street.

In the morning, they were still rich with millions each, but by night they were penniless, walking on the street hungry, and as embarrassed as they wanted.

"Let's go."

Chen Zhihao looked around: "These Yan family shovels must have been targeting us for a long time. They prepared a whole set of things to deceive us. After getting the money, they disappeared. They can't be found at all."

"Go away, mother!"

Ye Jihuan scolded angrily, with bloodshot eyes: "No one has ever dared to hack my Ye Jihuan's money! I, Ye Jihuan, will never leave here until we find them."

Just talking.

At the corner behind him, two men in military uniforms appeared. They looked at Ye Jihuan and his group of five people, looking at them warily because their features were so obvious.

As early as [-], the Provincial Hong Kong flag soldier Daquanzi Dadong was famous on Hong Kong Island when he was a robber.

Dadong and the others had a characteristic at that time: a canvas bag carried diagonally across their backs, and they also committed crimes in a gang.

"stop!"

The military uniform looked at Ye Jihuan and his group: "What are you doing? Five people are standing here. Take out your ID cards."

Ye Jihuan and the others looked at each other, gritted their teeth and cursed: "What a damn bad luck."

"What are you talking about? Take out your ID card!"

The police officer looked at the expressions of several people and acted defensively. He placed his palm directly on the .[-] gun holster on his waist: "Take out your ID card!"

on the road.

A red Mercedes-Benz drove past.

Wu Zhihui and Le Huizhen were talking and laughing in the car. They had just finished dinner and were going to sit in Wu Zhihui's villa.

"Wait a moment."

Wu Zhihui accidentally saw this scene on the roadside and said to Aji: "I met an acquaintance, go and save him."

The car drove back again.

"Hands up! Hands up!"

The palm of the military uniform was placed on point thirty-eight, and he scolded Ye Jihuan, his tone began to be harsh: "Now we want to inspect you!"

"Oh, what a coincidence."

Wu Zhihui got out of the car and looked at Ye Jihuan and his group: "Didn't someone pick you up? No wonder I didn't find you and you were running around."

Then he looked at the military uniform: "What a coincidence, you are here today?"

One of the two military uniforms was the same military uniform who was shouted at the class reunion and brought to Haojiang Entertainment City for gambling twice and won more than 20 yuan.

With this relationship inside, things will be much easier to handle.

The rescue Wu Zhihui said was not to save Ye Jihuan and the others, but to save this military uniform. If they really went to investigate, these two military uniforms would not die too miserably.

"Wu Sheng?!"

Jun Yi also recognized Wu Zhihui. Seeing that they knew each other, he immediately became less nervous: "Are these your people?"

"Yes."

Wu Zhihui nodded: "The workers we just hired from mainland China wandered around and were not picked up. They are not looking for us."

Seeing this, Jun Yi didn't ask any more questions. Everyone was an experienced person and wouldn't offend Wu Zhihui so much.

"Brother Huan."

Wu Zhihui dismissed his military uniforms and looked askance at Ye Jihuan and his group: "Aren't you a little arrogant, running around with this guy on your back? What, you want to sweep across Hong Kong Island?"

Then he looked at how many people were dressed: "There are a few canvas bags missing. It seems like something happened?"

"Hmph, isn't it funny?"

Ye Jihuan curled his lips and snorted coldly. He looked at Wu Zhihui who was about to leave, but stopped him again: "Brother Hui, something happened and I have no money. Can I borrow some?"

"How much?!"

"1 yuan."

"it is good."

Wu Zhihui was very happy. He went to the car and took out a wad of banknotes and handed them to Ye Jihuan: "Ten thousand is not enough, maybe twenty thousand. Remember to pay back the interest. Remember to contact me when you have money. You have my contact information."

"Row."

Ye Jihuan looked at Pingzhi driving away and stopped staying. He took a taxi and left in a hurry. Let's rent a house and find a place to stay first.

(End of this chapter)