Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 3 The little prince running at night

The black cabinet that holds the money is not big. It is thick but the shape is a bit ugly. It does not look as high-end as the safe, but it is more convenient to collect money than the safe.

There is a movable circular fan-shaped protrusion on the top of the cabinet. Every night after checking out, I write a detailed envelope and put the envelope in along the fan-shaped gap. The fan-shaped circle rotates around and gets stuck, so I can't get the money inside.

Don't say it yet.

There are specialties in the industry, and Gui Qiang rarely comes to the parking lot. By managing finances in this way, there is no need to worry about money going wrong, and everyone's contact with money is reduced.

"Crack."

Gui Qiang inserted the key and turned the knob on the cabinet. The door opened: "Hand the handle."

Wu Zhihui helped him take out the packets one by one and counted the accounts on the counter. The total amount was more than 8000 yuan. After confirming that it was correct, he put the money into his backpack.

"Let me walk you through the process first."

Gui Qiang put away the keys, put his backpack on his back, and walked outside with Wu Zhihui: "When the time is right, I will take over the new stall, and you will be responsible for paying for the parking stall."

"Hey, thank you, Brother Qiang."

Wu Zhihui smiled more cordially, took out a Marlboro cigarette and lit it for Gui Qiang. The two of them went out one after another. There were already two horsemen waiting in the car outside. A group of four people got in the car and stepped on the accelerator to leave.

Behind.

Luan Gonghua, who was sitting in the corner applying bruises, stared at the four people leaving with gloomy eyes. He got up and left when no one was paying attention, and turned around to go to the public phone booth at the back.

The car is driving on the road.

"Jiahe Street is Fa Ge's own property. Fa Ge helps Tian Ge with work and manages a lot of territory, so he rarely comes here himself and leaves all the management to me."

Gui Qiang took a puff of Marlboro and explained to Wu Zhihui, who was paying him for the first time: "Brother Fa is also irregular in collecting money.

It may be collected every other day, it may be collected in three days, it may be collected in a week, and if it is longer, it may be collected only once every half a month. Whenever I remember to collect money, I will send a letter to me, and I will take the money to give it to him. "

Speaking of it.

He gave it up: "Do you know why you did this?"

"do not know."

Wu Zhihui shook his head considerately, his eyes showing curiosity, and asked: "Why?"

The first thing you need to do when doing business is to know how to speak and when to speak. This is a very artistic knowledge.

"This is Fa Ge's management method."

Gui Qiang's vanity was satisfied, and then he continued: "The first is the cash box. You can only put money in but you can't touch the money inside."

"Secondly, although others can't come, the money collected is not fixed. You can collect it whenever you want. Because the time is not fixed, so if someone wants to pay attention, they have to consider this uncertain factor. ?”

"Even if I want to attack this cash box, wouldn't I dare?"

"what"

When Wu Zhihui heard this, he showed his original expression and gave a thumbs up, but he was muttering in his mind that except for the design of this cash box, the other operations were just like taking off his pants and farting.

"Ok?"

Gui Qiang seemed to see what Wu Zhihui was thinking: "What? Do you think this move is not clever?"

"Ha ha."

Wu Zhihui chuckled and waved his hand: "Gao Ming is Gao Ming, but there is a problem."

"Although the time for collecting money is not fixed, our destination is fixed. If someone really wants to take action, they can just block us on the road."

"For example, today, if I remember correctly, it has been more than a week since the last time I paid money, right? With so many banknotes, the amount would be quite large if I actually do it."

"!"

Gui Qiang felt a little stuck after listening to Wu Zhihui's words.

This seems to be the truth?

"Fall on the street!"

Gui Qiang laughed and cursed angrily: "That depends on the person. You don't even know who is responsible. Who the hell dares to take my idea of ​​what Gui Qiang does?"

"That's it."

"Don't even look at who Brother Qiang is."

The two horse boys sitting in front immediately agreed.

"Yes."

Wu Zhihui laughed: "I just said casually, it's safe to work with Brother Qiang."

They didn't notice at all that at the small intersection ahead, a medium-sized van was on fire and parked on the side of the road.

The streetlights shine on the trees, and the shadows hide the large trucks.

The car continued to move forward.

The moment the car passed the intersection, the van suddenly rushed out and crashed into the unsuspecting car. The head of the truck hit the driver's door of the car, and the huge impact pushed the car over.

"Tick Lala"

Amidst the harsh sound of metal friction, the overturned car slid out and scratched sparks on the concrete floor. It hit a tree on the side of the road and came to a stop.

Ma Zai, who was the first to drive, was covered in blood, screamed and passed out immediately. Wu Zhihui and Gui Qiang, who were sitting in the back seat, were in better condition.The van stopped.

Six men wearing caps and masks jumped out of the car, the blades in their hands flashing coldly under the light, and came towards them.

As soon as the co-pilot, Ma Zi, climbed out with difficulty, he was chopped down by the oncoming blade and fell to the ground in a pool of blood.

"Hem home shovel!"

Gui Qiang cursed loudly, raised the door of the trolley and climbed out: "Da Huizi, you have a fucking crow's mouth, I will tear your mouth to pieces!"

At this moment, Wu Zhihui's heart was filled with thousands of grass and mud horses galloping past, saying what?
Fortunately, the car door was not locked. Wu Zhihui, who pushed open the door and climbed out, rolled twice, picked up the stone on the ground and threw it directly: Flying Sword!

only.

Wu Zhihui, who had changed his body, had not yet reached the state of being in a deep state of death in his previous life. The stone hit the knife hand with no lethality at all. The opponent cursed and slashed at him with the knife, scaring him to avoid it quickly.

the other side.

Gui Qiang had just climbed out of the car and stood still. When the blade hit him, he subconsciously reached out to block it. His arm was directly cut open, and he was kicked back and fell beside Wu Zhihui.

His sharp voice sounded: "Dahui Zai, please fucking save me."

Wu Zhihui cursed in a low voice, turned around and stretched out his hand to pull Gui Qiang to his feet. Gui Qiang was stabbed again before he could get up. He pushed the swordsman away and the two ran away, with the swordsman behind them chasing after them.

"Money, money, lost the money!"

Wu Zhihui roared: "They are here for money. If they don't lose the money, they will definitely keep chasing us!"

"Grass!"

Gui Qiang hesitated and dropped the backpack he was carrying, but the swordsman did not give up on them after picking up the money bag and continued to chase them.

"Huff..Huff"

After only running for a hundred meters, Gui Qiang was already out of breath. How could Gui Qiang, who was usually injured by alcohol and sex, have such good physical strength? He looked at Wu Zhihui in front of him: "Hui Hui, pull me up." Bundle."

"Grass!"

Wu Zhihui cursed in a low voice again, and had to slow down a moment and reach out to drag Gui Qiang to continue running. Unlike Gui Qiang's random breathing, Wu Zhihui used his mouth and nose together, gasping for air to adjust his breathing rhythm.

This is a habit developed during training in previous lives, which can improve battery life during long-distance running.

"Don't run!"

"stop!"

There were shouts and curses from behind.

"Hui Zai, you are so loyal!"

Gui Qiang was breathing heavily but did not forget to speak: "You saved me tonight. I will definitely bring you up in the future."

"Ah."

Wu Zhihui didn't say anything but just responded, thinking to himself: Don't these attacks on the street have any common sense at all?Isn't it stupid to speak at this time?
Talking will only disrupt your breathing and make it harder for you.

The next six swordsmen were also crazy, but they didn't give up after getting the money.

"No."

Wu Zhihui glanced back, watching the swordsmen getting closer and closer, and then looked at Gui Qiang, who was breathing harder and harder, and his speed was getting slower and slower.

If this continues, they will be dragged to death by Gui Qiang and they will all be beheaded to death.

Abandon him!
Wu Zhihui looked at Gui Qiang running away with twinkling eyes. The big gold chain hanging around his neck swayed up and down as he ran, shining with golden light.

He rolled his eyes, and the hand that was originally holding Gui Qiang's arm gradually moved up and rested directly on his neck.

Behind.

The swordsman has already caught up.

"Quick, Brother Qiang!"

Wu Zhihui's palm naturally rested on Gui Qiang's big gold chain: "Hurry, they are catching up." He exerted force to pull Gui Qiang, and the big gold chain around his neck broke.

Just such a short pause, Gui Qiang's rhythm slowed down again.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The blade slashed at Gui Qiang's back. In severe pain, Gui Qiang fell to the ground and rolled twice. Then he was submerged in the light of the sword and fell directly onto the street in a few blows.

"Da da da"

Wu Zhihui naturally put the big gold chain into his pocket, tightened his legs and exerted force, and the speed increased in vain. The soles of his shoes made a crisp sound when stepping on the cement floor, and he quickly distanced himself.

joke.

I used to be a sprint champion little prince, with no opponent within [-] meters.

Wu Zhihui ran away.

He ran away with Gui Qiang's inheritance, the big gold chain.

(End of this chapter)