Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 32 Suppression
"what"

Ghost Hand's screams echoed in the private room.

"Fuck you, mother!"

Wu Zhihui casually threw the kitchen knife on the counter and washed his hands in the basin: "Throw it out!"

"Throw it out!"

The boss also had a gloomy face: "You can't hold back your words, you're not big or small, do you have any brains?"

"Damn it, if you say this, people outside who don't know will think that my boss even eats his own little brother, you idiot!"

"Myna, myna."

The ghost's hand was held by two horsemen, and he screamed miserably: "You have to help me make the decision!"

"Pick it up, pick up your ears!"

Jieba growled with a sullen face: "Go away with your stupid ears."

original.

He also wanted to take advantage of Gui Shou's incident to have a good fight with the big boss. Who knew that Gui Shou was so brainless and straightforward in his words?

The boss became a ghost when he was happy.

As the ghost hand was thrown out, the private room fell into a brief silence.

"Mynah."

The boss frowned and looked at Jie Ba: "You just said that you wanted to help Guishou start trouble, right? Why? If you die for such fun, your death will be in vain."

"He can't stand on the stage, but Wu Zhihui is not much better."

Jieba tapped his fingers on the table: "Wu Zhihui broke his hands and feet, and one of his own people beat his own people. He should be punished."

He turned to look at Fat Zai Lin. Fat Zai Lin took a step forward and stared at Wu Zhihui: "Everyone knows that Gui Shou is with me now. If he goes to your market to cause trouble, you can come to me and just break his hand." ,what does it mean?!"

"My territory, my business!"

Wu Zhihui's tone was firm and he didn't even look at Fat Zai Lin: "Okay, you want to stand up for him, right? Isn't it just a pair of hands? It's easy to talk."

He reached out and grabbed a full stack of bills from his pocket and placed it on the table. He quickly counted out a few bills with his fingers: "Here, this ten thousand yuan is the money I gave him for the soup and medicine."

"1 yuan? Do you think he is a beggar?!"

"1 yuan is enough for you, Brother Lin!"

Wu Zhihui threw the money on the table, with smoke rising from the cigarette butt he was biting in his mouth: "Damn it, I haven't even calculated the loss of my market stall with him yet."

"Row."

Fat Zai Lin nodded when he heard this and glanced at the banknotes on the table: "That's it. There's nothing to say. Guishou deserves to be beaten if he doesn't behave according to the rules."

"But I heard what he said. The reason why Guishou rushed into your market to cause trouble is because he was stabbed in the thigh by a vendor at his market the night before."

"When you go out to work, what matters is your appearance. Guishou is with me now. Not everything can be stepped on."

He stared at Wu Zhihui: "Hand over the stall owner named Aji!"

"Oh?"

Wu Zhihui laughed when he heard this and showed a surprised expression: "Oh, Brother Lin, why didn't you tell me earlier that there is such a thing hidden inside."

He raised his hand and patted it: "Come here, go and call Aji in."

Soon.

Aji opened the door and walked in, standing behind Wu Zhihui.

"Hem home shovel."

Fatty Lin looked at Ah Ji who came in: "Hold him down, and cut off the hand that stabbed him!"

"Brother Lin."

Wu Zhihui raised his eyebrows and looked at Fatty Lin: "If you wanted to talk about this earlier, then I would hand it over to you without saying anything, but I can't do it now."

"Aji has joined me. He is my handsome boy now. His affairs are my affairs. I can't just sit idly by."

"Besides, I heard that their stall has been rented out for two months, and they still deserve to be beaten because they are stuck with their deposits."

"If Aji hadn't stabbed him, maybe he would have been stabbed to death by the next person on the street. Guishou should thank Aji."

"Snapped!"

Fatty Lin slapped the table: "Wu Zhihui, you mean you are going to cover him? Give him to me!" "No way!"

Wu Zhihui sneered, looked at Fatty Lin, and shook his head firmly: "If you go out and do something, if you make a mistake, you have to admit it and stand upright when you get beaten. He deserves it!"

"well."

Fat Zai Lin laughed angrily, stared at Wu Zhihui for a while, and then looked at the boss and said: "Brother Fa, if this is the case, then don't blame me, Fat Zai Lin, for not giving me face."

"If I don't give an explanation about the ghost hand, how can I take care of my little brother in the future!"

The boss sat on his seat without saying a word, looking at Wu Zhihui with a slight frown, and then at Ah Ji.

When did Wu Zhihui start to take in younger brothers?This speed is quite fast.

He laughed: "Hui Zai, when did you take in your younger brother? I never heard you tell me."

"Father."

Wu Zhihui waved his hand: "This is not something that just accepts some inexperienced guys. They can't get on the stage, so they didn't tell Brother Fa."

"what"

The boss smiled and nodded after hearing this, and said casually: "Yeah. It's pretty good."

then.

He raised his hand and hooked Aji.

Ah Ji glanced at Da Lao Fa, thought for a while and then walked to Da Lao Fa.

"Fall on the street!"

The boss raised his hand and slapped Ah Ji on the face without any warning. The slap made Ah Ji stagger, and then he raised his foot and kicked him out: "No matter how big or small you are, Fat Zai Lin's people are all yours." Dare to move?!"

"Fuck, if everyone is as young and old as you, then do these people still have to do things?!"

The boss raised his hand and tapped it hard on the table: "You have to give Fat Zai Lin an explanation for this, damn it."

Wu Zhihui narrowed his eyes and looked a little colder as he looked at the big boss who really did the trick.

It was Fat Zai Lin and the others who were deliberately looking for trouble. They knew that Aji was already with him, but the boss deliberately suppressed Aji at this time.

Combined with what Big Brother Fa said just now, he is not suppressing Aji, but is he beating himself up in another way? !
"Row!"

Ah Ji got up, gritted his teeth, grabbed the fruit knife on the table, and stabbed his leg directly: "I stabbed Guishou once, and I will give it back to him."

"Um?!"

The boss raised an eyebrow.

"puff."

Ah Ji raised his hand and slashed again: "If you give him one more slash, everyone will be cleared!"

Wu Zhihui looked at the big brother Fa and Fat Zai Lin who were watching the show with a cold face.

"Two knives?"

Fat Zai Lin sneered: "Do you think we are playing house, one knife after another, and everyone takes turns?!"

"Grass!"

Wu Zhihui slapped his hand on the table and stood up directly: "Just two fucking stabs. If this matter can be settled, if not, then I'll beat him!"

"Ha ha."

The boss looked at the angry Wu Zhihui and laughed again: "Fat Zai Lin, I think this matter is almost over. Let's leave it like that. He returned the two swords, and the ghost hand will not suffer."

"Humph."

Fatty Lin snorted coldly and said nothing.

"Thank you Brother Fa."

Wu Zhihui thanked the boss coldly: "I'll take him away first." He carried Ah Ji and walked outside.

Come outside.

"Hem home shovel!"

Wu Zhihui handed Ah Ji over to Shouting Ten with a gloomy expression, and looked back at Jin Huiting's sign: "Fa Street Boss, are you fucking using this to oppress me?!"

(End of this chapter)