Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 191 There were so many people just now, I kneeled down for you

"Hahaha"

Zhang Jingliang raised his head and laughed. He stopped talking in vain and stared at Wu Zhihui with a cold face. He picked up the chopsticks and took out the freshly cut beef from the copper pot, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

"Yeah."

Zhang Jingliang swallowed the beef and looked at Wu Zhihui giving him a thumbs up: "Ah Hui, you are good. You are Tianyao's son. Can I really do something to you?"

He sneered: "Tianyao is really lucky to have given birth to such a good son like you. It's awesome. You kill your father's good brother even if you ask him to? You are really capable!"

talking room.

Zhang Jingliang took out the cigarettes from the cigarette case, lit three cigarettes and took a puff. He pulled the bowl of rice next to him and inserted the three cigarettes butts down directly into the rice.

Blue smoke slowly spiraled up the cigarette butt.

"Tianyao, Tianyao."

Zhang Jingliang murmured to himself, staring at the three cigarettes in front of him: "Open your eyes and see how powerful your son is. My uncle, he wants to kill me!"

"Playing the emotional card? Do this with me."

Wu Zhihui didn't accept his moral kidnapping, and he sneered at it: "Sir Zhang, actually I wanted to scold you a long time ago. Since everyone has broken up with each other today, there is nothing to hide. .”

"You keep saying that you and I are the best brothers, but what did you do? Trick me and trick me into being an undercover agent?"

"Assigning your best brother's son to be an undercover agent? Do you have confidence in me or my father? Are you not worried about my identity being exposed and someone beheading me to death on the street?"

He slapped the table, pointed at Zhang Jingliang and scolded: "Do you want to see what you are doing? Yanjia Tuo, you can do this kind of thing, and you are not afraid of giving birth to a son without skin?! "

Wu Zhihui looked at Zhang Jingliang, who was speechless, and seemed to have thought of something: "Oh, I forgot, Sir Zhang, you don't have a son, that's right, there's no need to worry at all."

"In your eyes, you only have your own power and your position. Apart from that, nothing else can have a place in your heart. Brotherhood? It's just a joke. It can all become a tool for you to use!"

"you"

Zhang Jingliang gritted his teeth with anger when he heard Wu Zhihui's accusation.

It's not that Wu Zhihui is talking nonsense, but that Wu Zhihui is right. There is a kind of fig leaf that he ruthlessly pulls away, and the truest self is exposed.

"Forget it, you're still young, you're ignorant, and you don't understand me when you say that. I don't blame you."

Seeing that playing the emotional card was useless, Zhang Jingliang directly changed his tone and continued: "I have already guessed that you were the instigator of this matter, but I didn't say much when I gave my confession. I always regarded you as myself. Treat him the same as his son."

"You are young and energetic, but you want to kill me because of your temporary unhappiness. I can forgive you and won't argue with you!"

"But, I'm begging you, can you return the things to them? If this matter continues like this, there will be no room for maneuver."

He was breathing heavily and taking long puffs on his cigarette.

"After all, I've come around in such a big circle and I'm still thinking about these things."

Wu Zhihui pointed at the door: "Go away. Don't mention this matter again. Anyone who still has a conscience will not work for the ghost guy with all his heart."

"The police force is owned by ghost guys. They have the final say. What do you want me to do?!"

Zhang Jingliang finally lost his patience, reached out and pulled out the .[-] from the holster on his waist, and slapped the table: "I know, you are showing off your power now, you are good at what you do."

"In that case, you might as well kill me with one shot. You dare to kill me anyway, so just kill me!"

He stared at Wu Zhihui and threatened, "But I have to remind you, you are playing with fire."

"Today, if a chief inspector or a superintendent really dies, then you Wu Zhihui will definitely not be able to escape, and the police team will definitely investigate to the end!"

"What's the use of talking about this?"

Wu Zhihui glanced at the .[-] points placed on the table by Zhang Jingliang and sneered: "I, Wu Zhihui, am just an honest businessman. I am good at doing business and making money, but I am definitely not good at killing people."

"If you have the guts, keep asking me for these things. If you dare to reach out, I will cut off your hand. Chief Inspector, you are very majestic, aren't you?"

Wu Zhihui stood up with his hands on the table and looked down at Zhang Jingliang: "Have you forgotten how I dealt with the Jiashi Group?"

"As the chief inspector of the police force, is it normal for you to accept some bribes? Isn't it also reasonable for someone to be beheaded to death on the street because of personal interests?"

"As for you, I'm ready to give you face. You should be lucky that you and my father are good brothers. Otherwise, you were lucky enough not to die during the day, but you wouldn't be able to stay at night either!"

"..."

Zhang Jingliang listened to Wu Zhihui's words and couldn't answer the words for a while.

There's no point in playing the emotional card, so why don't you use your own identity to suppress Wu Zhihui?It's also completely useless.

Judging from his tone, the Chief Inspector is also nothing in his eyes!
"Hehe, hehe"

Zhang Jingliang stared at Wu Zhihui for a long time, sneered several times, put the cigarette between his fingers into his mouth, squinted at Wu Zhihui, and pulled out a recording device from his pocket with his right hand.

This recording device was originally taken from A Cong's body, and it recorded the entire process of Wu Zhihui's murder of A Cong.

He bit the cigarette butt, played with the recording equipment up and down, and focused on Wu Zhihui: "Well, nothing can suppress you now."

Zhang Jingliang raised his hand and pressed the play button of the recording device, then placed it on the table, and the device began to make sounds.

When he got this thing, he went back and processed the recording and cut everything that needed to be cut.

The current recording can definitely confirm the fact that Wu Zhihui knew that A Cong was the one who killed him.

"Then I wonder if this thing can oppress you? You were the undercover agent I sent in, and A Cong was also the undercover agent I sent in. Then, you killed A Cong."

Zhang Jingliang listened to Wu Zhihui's voice in the recording equipment: "I think, with this thing in hand, I can take you back to the police station now and investigate slowly."

He pressed his hands on the table and stood up, trying to bring a sense of oppression to Wu Zhihui: "No matter how good you are, what's the use? If you kill your own people, no one can save you."

"What's the use of having so much good work and so much money? Let's go to the kiln for a few years before we talk about it."

"By the time you finish working in the kiln and come out, haha, your women and money have all been taken away by others, and you still have nothing to lose. You will be nothing by then, and no one will recognize you at all!"

Speaking of it.

Zhang Jingliang stood up completely straight with his back straight, raised his hand to pinch off the cigarette butt, and extended his hand directly to Wu Zhihui, with a proud expression on his face: "Give me the cultural relics, and I can pretend that nothing happened."

"You are still you, whether you are an undercover agent, a big water pipe, or a club boss, it's all up to you."

Paused.

He continued: "Of course, you can also choose to kill me now. The point thirty-eight is right in front of you. You can pick it up and shoot me to death. But if I die, you will definitely not be able to run away. This tape is a backup It will also be sent to the superintendent’s office immediately!”

Wu Zhihui leaned back, leaning on the back of the seat with his arms clasped in his arms, looking askance at Zhang Jingliang.

Zhang Jingliang looked at Wu Zhihui's body language and felt inexplicably relieved again.He sounded pitiful, shook his head and sighed: "Who makes you Tianyao's biological son? No matter what I do, I can never attack his son. I, Zhang Jingliang, am your elder and I do things differently from you."

Zhang Jingliang let out a breath and sat back on his seat with a proud look on his face. He crossed his legs, picked up the chopsticks again, tapped them on the table, and continued to cook the hot pot leisurely.

"Clap clap clap."

Wu Zhihui looked at the triumphant Zhang Jingliang and raised his hands to applaud: "I didn't expect that Sir Zhang turned out to be so cunning and scheming. He had secretly arranged for me a long time ago. No wonder he deliberately inserted A Cong in. It turns out that he was used to control me? !”

"Oh, it's just so-so."

Zhang Jingliang shook his head and put the newly cooked vegetables into his mouth. When chewing the cabbage, you could still hear the sound of fiber: "I can't help it. I have eaten for several more years than you. I can't be careful." ah."

He rested his elbows on the table, and tapped Wu Zhihui with the hand holding the chopsticks: "Ginger, the old one is still spicy, the younger one, just be more careful next time."

"Well, that's true."

Wu Zhihui nodded in agreement, and then his tone became a bit colder: "But, I, Wu Zhihui, don't care whether you are ginger or onion or garlic. Chop them all up in front of me and throw them into the oil pan. Saute them until they become fragrant."

Zhang Jingliang couldn't help but frown when he heard Wu Zhihui's words. According to common sense, Wu Zhihui shouldn't speak to him in this tone now. He should kneel down and beg himself, right?

"Are you curious? Do you think the script is wrong?! I shouldn't be like this now?"

Wu Zhihui raised his lips slightly, picked up his mobile phone and made a few calls before leaving. Then he put the phone on the table, picked up his chopsticks and continued to eat hot pot.

Zhang Jingliang's expression changed unsteadily. Looking at Wu Zhihui, he felt a hair in his heart when he was originally complacent. He was no longer so confident.

5 minute later.

A car stopped at the door, and a young man walked in quickly, came to stand at the table, raised his hand and took off the cap and mask he was wearing, revealing his face.

A Cong? !
Ah Cong!

Zhang Jingliang couldn't believe it. Looking at the dead A Cong but now appearing in front of him, he jumped up from his seat like a cat whose tail was stepped on and glared at A Cong:

"Impossible, you are not dead?!"

"Unexpectedly, I'm not dead."

A Cong looked at Zhang Jingliang coldly: "You are so powerful. I helped you undercover, but you did what I did to threaten Brother Hui?"

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He handed the camera he was carrying to Wu Zhihui, who placed the camera on the table and turned towards Zhang Jingliang after playing it.

"Sir Zhang!"

Zhang Jingliang's body trembled as he listened to the muffled scolding.

"You are a high-ranking chief inspector. Please tell me."

Wu Zhihui raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Jingliang. He leaned forward and said aggressively: "A chief inspector sent two undercover agents in, and then instigated the undercover agent to kill another undercover agent. What is the crime? Will he be dismissed from the police force?!"

"Well, let's find a few media to publicize this matter first and solidify the atmosphere. That should be very interesting, right?"

"He's not dead!"

Zhang Jingliang stared at Wu Zhihui with wide eyes and pointed at Acong: "He's not dead yet, he's still alive."

"No, no, no, A Cong is dead."

Wu Zhihui chuckled: "Have you forgotten? You personally handled the follow-up to the A Cong matter."

"Now that he is dead, I wonder if this evidence is enough for you to be dismissed?"

"Wu Zhihui!"

Zhang Jingliang couldn't stand it any longer. He was still complacent about his flawless plan, but who knew that Wu Zhihui had seen through it long ago and turned against the general himself.

He grabbed the .[-] on the table and pointed it directly at Wu Zhihui, and growled at Wu Zhihui: "You are looking for death!"

Outside.

Hearing the commotion, Ah Ji and his party left and rushed in. They blocked Wu Zhihui and stared at Zhang Jingliang.

"Shoot me?!"

Wu Zhihui stretched out his hand to fiddle with Ah Ji and faced Zhang Jingliang's gun: "Okay, shoot me."

"Shoot me to death. With these witnesses and this evidence of abetting murder, your position as chief inspector will be gone."

"You are so nostalgic for your power. When you shoot, it's not me who you shoot to death. It's you who shoots to death. What you shoot to death is everything you have!"

"!"

Zhang Jingliang's hand holding the gun trembled, his lips moved and his body began to tremble.

What Wu Zhihui said is absolutely correct.

You can talk about anything, as long as you don't take away your own power, identity and status. For these, you can talk about anything.

"Snapped!"

Zhang Jingliang gritted his teeth, slapped the gun hand on the table, and panted heavily, his chest rising and falling violently as he breathed.

He turned around and looked around, then looked at Wu Zhihui, his eyes flickering at Wu Zhihui: "Tell them to get out and let's talk alone."

"can!"

Wu Zhihui nodded happily: "That's right, I also have something I want to talk to you about."

Aji and others hesitated for a moment, then stepped out, and suddenly they were the only two people left in the hall.

"Pfft!"

Zhang Jingliang looked at the empty hall, his knees softened and he knelt down in front of Wu Zhihui: "Ah Hui, it was my fault that there were so many people just now. Now I kneel down to you here, and I apologize to you!"

"I shouldn't have done this, I shouldn't have plotted against you. I know I was wrong. For the sake of your father and I being good brothers, please don't deal with me, okay?!"

He looked up at Wu Zhihui who was sitting on the stool, knelt down in front of him, and grabbed his knees: "This thing cannot be given to the police force. If they find out, my life will be over."

"I can't lose my position as chief inspector, I need this position, I need this power, I need this dignity!"

PS: There is a promotion exam tomorrow. I will work overtime and read books in the evening. I only have [-] words today. I will make up for it after the exam tomorrow.

Thank you to my woofer brother for the 100 reward for Wu Zhihui’s character, thank you!
(End of this chapter)