Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Abu and others were watching. Judging from Xiaozhuang's reaction, his boss must have been on to something.

But they were not surprised, they had already become accustomed to it.

Wuying, who followed Wu Zhihui out for the first time, was much more surprised.

I can't tell, but Da Laohui is really good at talking. He speaks the right words and has brains. He is worthy of being Da Laohui.

A good while.

"forget it."

Xiaozhuang first looked at the money box placed on the hood, then looked at Wu Zhihui: "I have been doing this for so long, I don't know anything else, but I know the rules."

There is no doubt that these banknotes are still very attractive to him, and he really needs the money.

However, Xiaozhuang did not relent: "The rules are the rules. If I do this and reveal the financial backer, my middleman will definitely not end well."

He no longer denied it at this time: "Yes, you are right. I am indeed short of money, but I will not betray the sponsor."

"If you do me, the middleman will help me handle the follow-up matters. If I come out to hang out, I have long expected that such a day will come to me. It doesn't matter."

Xiaozhuang said calmly.

From the beginning of my career to now, many people have fallen at the gunpoint of my own guns, and one day I will also fall at the gunpoints of others.

"Oh? That's true. Are you still thinking about your middleman?!"

Wu Zhihui was a little surprised when he heard Xiaozhuang's words, and said with a smile: "It's just that you don't seem to know your own situation well enough."

There was a smile on his face when he spoke, but this smile was full of playfulness.

This gunman is too strict with the so-called rules, but he is also very affectionate and righteous enough.

There are rules in the industry, and there are very few people like them who respect the ethics of the world.

After listening to Xiaozhuang's words, Mark Li couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

The gunman's words resonated with him, as if he saw his old self in him, and his personality was not much different from his.

Back then, when he single-handedly sought revenge on Xiao Wang, who had tricked Song Zihao, someone also told him the same thing.

In this day and age, there are very few people who uphold justice in the world, and those who uphold justice usually don't end well.

"I appreciate your character, so I'll tell you a few more words."

Wu Zhihui persuaded patiently: "My people have secured the scene. The fact that you "shot" me must have been spread to your sponsor."

In the coffee shop, the scene where "Wu Zhihui" was shot and fell to the ground was clearly seen by Wang Hai's spy outside.

"Let him go."

Wu Zhihui signaled Abu to let go of Xiaozhuang who was being held down, and threw a mobile phone to him: "I must have guessed correctly, you are very short of money and very anxious to use it."

"Your mission is completed, then call your middleman and ask if you got the money?!"

"You asked him to get the money and see if he could get it. Want money? If I wanted to give it to you, I would have given it to you a long time ago. Why do you need to wait until now?!"

Wu Zhihui teased: "Don't worry, it's just a phone call. We can't find out who your middleman is. He's safe."

Xiaozhuang took the phone, hesitated for a moment, and then called out.

According to their previous agreement, they will complete the task target by themselves. After success, Feng Gang will go to the funder Wang Hai to get the money.

After getting the money, the two of them talked on the phone. If they couldn't get it, then they would solve it in their own way.

He called, but no one answered, and the expression on Xiaozhuang's face quickly darkened.

at this time.

In Wang Hai's office.

"Ding Ding Ding"

"what"

The mobile phone was accompanied by painful moans.

Feng Gang fell to the ground with his stomach in his hands, his expression in pain, his body curled up together, and he was beaten passively.

Several horse boys were punching and kicking him. They kept moving their hands and feet, and their mouths didn't stop, cursing and cursing.

Wang Hai sat on the boss's chair with his legs crossed, his legs clamped on the desk, holding a cigar in one hand and a mobile phone in the other.

"Nie Sheng."

Wang Hai puffed on his cigar and blew out the thick smoke: "The matter has been settled. The gunman has killed Wu Zhihui."

"what?"

After listening to Wang Hai's report, Nie Fugui suddenly became energetic, and his voice was raised a few points to confirm again: "Really?!"

"Yes."

Wang Hai patted his chest and made a promise: "Don't you worry about the person I'm looking for?"

"Don't worry. There is an informant arranged by me at the scene. I saw Wu Zhihui being shot to death with my own eyes. He can't die anymore."

"well!"

Nie Fugui was in a good mood immediately. He even said two good words and his whole body became excited. The gunshot wound on his shoulder no longer hurt so much.

It would be great if Wu Zhihui was really killed, it would be very satisfying!
Without the trouble of Wu Zhihui, I have another chance to compete with He Sheng for control of the gambling stalls.

"Well done."

Nie Fugui hung up the phone without saying anything, and began to make calculations in his mind.

He is now full of fighting spirit. Now that Wu Zhihui is dead, it is time to re-plan his gambling plans.

Also, Wang Hai, who is useless and cannot be put on the stage, can also find an opportunity to give it up directly and win over his equity.

Wang Haicai didn't know Nie Fugui's true thoughts and threw the mobile phone aside.

He looked at Feng Gang, whose mouth and nose were bleeding after being beaten, and walked up to signal Ma Zai to stop.

Kneeling in front of Feng Gang, he grabbed his hair and lifted his head: "Feng Gang, you are so courageous, you still dare to threaten me?!"

"I said that."

Feng Gang looked at Wang Hai weakly: "You definitely can't afford this money. If you don't give it to him, he will come to you and ask for it himself."

"Fuck! You think I'm afraid!"

Wang Hai's eyes widened and he punched Feng Gang in the stomach: "I thought it was my first day out, Wang Hai. I have many people and a lot of money, so you dare to threaten me? Keep beating him!"

He listened to the still ringing mobile phone in Feng Gang's pocket and took it out to answer the call: "Ask me for money?!"

"!"

Xiaozhuang listened to Feng Gang's painful moans and beatings inside, and the hand holding the mobile phone clenched tightly, and his knuckles turned white.

"Crazy! Talk."

Wang Hai cursed in a low voice and cursed into the phone: "I have this trash Feng Gang in my hands. I heard that you two have a good relationship?"

"He's not even afraid of death, and he comes to me for money. So, how is your relationship with him?"

He kept talking: "I will give you an address. Come to me at eight o'clock tonight and I will return him to you. Otherwise, he will be dead."

Wu Zhihui has been killed, and these two people have no use value, so we should eliminate the roots to avoid future troubles.

Xiaozhuang gritted his teeth and turned off the phone.

"How about it?"

Wu Zhihui looked at Xiaozhuang who said nothing, and the result was self-evident: "Am I right? These days, do you think everyone is as moral as you?"

"What do you need me to do?"

Xiaozhuang looked up at Wu Zhihui: "I can help you, but you have to give me some money, and I need it now."

He spoke resolutely: "One and a half million, no less than one penny. As long as you give me this money, I will fully cooperate with you and do what you say!"

"Abu, take the medicine box and treat his wound to stop the bleeding."

Wu Zhihui took out a cigarette and threw one to him. He gestured to the money box placed on the hood with his mouth open: "Here, take it."

By the way, he also threw a handful of big black stars to him.

Xiaozhuang looked at Wu Zhihui, then at the big black star thrown to him, then puffed away at his cigarette.

This young man did things without sloppiness, and this way of doing things surprised him.

"What's your name?"

"Xiao Zhuang."

Xiaozhuang closed the money box and twitched his lips: "Thank you."

"Who is the sponsor?"

"Wang Hai, from Jinshan Entertainment City, Wang Dongyuan is his uncle, and he asked me to do this."

"Wang Hai?"

Wu Zhihui raised his eyebrows, and the scholar immediately made a report: "There is such a person, together with Nie Fugui."

From now on, he will be stationed at this gambling stall in Haojiang for a long time, and the scholar has begun to master the information and materials on the scene.

"Wang Hai is Wang Dongyuan's nephew. Wang Hai inherited most of the shares in Wang Dongyuan's hands in Jinshan Entertainment City."

"Oh"

Wu Zhihui nodded thoughtfully: "So it's him. Nie Fugui is smart this time and knows how to find a middleman."

He put out the cigarette: "Call Yelling Ten and ask him to tell He Sheng about this. I think they should be very interested."

"Wu Zhihui?"

Xiaozhuang took a deep breath and watched Wu Zhihui hand over the money box: "Brother Hui, I want you to do something for me."

Wu Zhihui looked at him sideways.

"I know I'm being rude or funny, but I feel like you're also a moral person, and I want you to do something for me."

Xiaozhuang held a cigarette in his mouth, and the cigarette trembled as he spoke: "I have to go find my friend, please help me handle this money."

"I have a friend named Jenny who is blind in Yinkui Hospital and is waiting for the money for surgery, but I don't have time."

There was a hint of pleading in his tone: "Please arrange for someone to help me deal with it. If I can come back, I will work hard for you in the future."

"Friend? You have to use this money to treat her eyes even if you risk your life. Are you a friend or a pony?"

Wu Zhihui grinned: "It seems that you are really anxious, anxious to save your friends? You are very affectionate and righteous."

Xiaozhuang listened to Wu Zhihui's words and said nothing.

"Xiaozhuang, Xiaozhuang, you really don't treat me as an outsider at all."

Wu Zhihui grinned: "If you want to kill me, I will give you money, and then you will ask me to do things for you after that?"

"What do you think I am? A philanthropist? Or your little brother?"

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and looked at the ceiling after thinking for a while: "Okay, it's not impossible to let me help you. Let's do this. You kneel down and beg me, then I will help you."

"!"

Xiaozhuang opened his eyes wide after listening to Wu Zhihui's words, gritted his teeth and bent his knees to kneel down.

But when he was halfway bent, Wu Zhihui held his arms and couldn't go down: "Holy shit, you just kneel down when I ask you to do so? I'm kidding you."

"Seeing that you are somewhat capable and willing to help me, I will do this for you."

Wu Zhihui lifted Xiaozhuang up and looked at him with a surprised expression: "Xiaozhuang, you are really a qualified gunman. You act like a lone wolf."

Wu Zhihui has no doubt about Xiaozhuang's ability. He is definitely a qualified gunman. When he killed Wang Dongyuan, he was able to escape unscathed in that situation, which is enough to show.

This time he missed, it was because he touched himself.

"I admire your character of caring about love and justice, but I am different from you in how you treat your friends."

Wu Zhihui talked eloquently: "As a person who makes friends, one of the things I like to do most is to trouble my friends."

"Friends have to trouble each other and help each other. Otherwise, why would you need friends? I'll help you with this."

Xiaozhuang opened his mouth and looked at Wu Zhihui with a dumb look on his face, obviously having a new understanding of this man.

"Abu, Brother Ma."

Wu Zhihui kept talking and gave instructions quickly: "Take someone to go with Xiaozhuang and help him solve this problem. Remember to keep him alive."

"Since Wang Hai, that bastard, dares to take advantage of me, I have no reason not to eat all these things that are delivered to my door."

"Aji, let's go talk to He Sheng first."

"Come with me to the hospital in the evening and let's go visit Nie Fugui."

Wu Zhihui got into the car, and Ah Ji followed him and drove away.

Xiaozhuang stood there, looking at the car going away, with a complicated expression.

"What are you still doing here?"

Mark Li stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Hui values ​​talents the most. If you are favored by him, he will not treat you badly."

"Let's go to the hospital to treat the wound first, and then go find your friend."

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eight pm.

In the Songshan Municipal Garden, several cars were parked here, their headlights shining brightly on the woods in front.

The front of the car.

Feng Gang's face was covered in blood, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He was pushed down by Ma Zai and knelt on the ground with a pistol pointed at his head.

On the path ahead.

A car drove up. After it stopped, Xiaozhuang got out of the car. Immediately, several big black stars were pointed directly at him.

"Tsk tsk tsk"

Wang Hai looked at Xiaozhuang who was coming: "Do you really dare to save him alone?"

"In this case, I, Wang Hai, will help you and let you die together. Don't worry, I will burn the money to you."

He raised his head and laughed: "But it's a ghost coin, hahaha."

Wang Hai stopped laughing and scolded Ma Zai coldly: "Get rid of him."

"boom!"

"boom!"

Before he could finish his words, gunfire rang out, and three horse boys fell instantly.

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Nine p.m.

In the intensive care unit of the hospital. Nie Fugui leaned on the bed with his head pillow and peeled an orange.

He was looking at the TV in front of him, and his mental state seemed very good.

"Latest news, a shooting occurred in a cafe in Kao Parish this afternoon"

"It is reported that a businessman surnamed Wu from Xiangjiang was shot and died after being sent to the hospital. The specific situation is still under investigation by the police."

"Hahaha"

Nie Fugui focused his eyes on the TV, grinning with his old face full of wrinkles like blooming chrysanthemums: "Comfortable."

He threw the orange peel on the ground, broke open the orange and stuffed a piece of pulp into his mouth: "Do you think you can deal with me, Old Nie, by throwing yourself on the street?!"

"I want to see how you respond next!"

At this moment.

The oranges in his hands became more delicious and sweeter. He chewed the oranges and said vaguely to the bodyguard at the door: "Arrange someone to call and ask where He Sheng is."

"I made an appointment with him to come to the hospital at seven o'clock to discuss things. It's already nine o'clock and he still doesn't come over?"

Wu Zhihui died, and naturally there was no one to manage the gambling stalls. It was time to break up the management rights of the gambling stalls with He Sheng again.

"Call and urge him to hurry up."

Killing Wu Zhihui was a silent warning from Nie Fugui to He Sheng.

That's when.

"hehe."

He Sheng's hearty voice sounded at the door of the ward, and he walked in with Liu Siren: "Old Nie, you seem to be very impatient."

He pulled out a stool and sat down next to Nie Fugui: "Huh? The oranges are delicious. You seem to have a good appetite. Invite me over. What good things do you want to talk to me about?"

"Old He, are you so happy?"

Nie Fugui laughed and stuffed orange pulp into his mouth: "You don't know the news yet? I heard people say that Wu Zhihui has already jumped on the street."

"This kid is really short-lived. If you let him manage the gambling stall, he will be really lucky. He will get rich in the rest of his life."

He sighed: "It's a pity that this short-lived ghost is destined not to make a fortune. He can't handle the great wealth."

Nie Fugui did not hide his smile and said straight to the point: "Wu Zhihui is dead. I think we should rearrange the gambling business."

talking.

He gestured to the mobile phone next to him with his lips raised: "I have arranged for someone to go to the gambling stall to take over related matters.

I think the gambling stall should be left to me to take care of. You should not take over. The people you pick are short-lived. "

"Is that so?"

He Sheng listened to Nie Fugui's words, the smile on his face did not diminish, and he looked at him with a smile: "Then you call and ask to see if your people have entered the gambling stalls."

"Ok?"

Nie Fugui squinted his eyes when he heard this, and looked at He Sheng, who was still smiling, and had a bad feeling in his heart.

He subconsciously looked at the mobile phone next to him, his expression changing.

"Old Nie."

He Sheng curled his lips, let out a sigh, shook his head and looked at Nie Fugui and said: "We have known each other for so many years, and I found a problem with you."

"You are a person who used to be very low-key when you were young, but the older you get, the more energetic you become."

"Besides, as you grow older, you become more and more courageous. You are not polite to me at all, Lao He."

He stretched out his hand and tugged on the collar of his suit: "How dare you argue with me now? Do you really want to get the management rights of the gambling stall?"

"I don't need you, Lao He, to teach me what I look like. You are young, and I am also very young."

Nie Fugui listened to He Sheng's words, stabilized his tone and controlled his expression: "That short-lived ghost Wu Zhihui is on the street, this gambling stall cannot be empty."

He looked at He Sheng as a matter of course: "Then I have to arrange for someone to take over in time. If the gambling stall business is good, you can also make some money."

"hehe."

He Sheng listened to his words and nodded with a smile: "Yes, the truth is this, we all can make money."

He took his time, took out his cigarettes, took one out and held it in his hand.

He threw the cigarette case on Nie Fugui, holding a cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other, without lighting it: "Did you arrange for someone to do it?"

"hehe."

When Nie Fugui heard He Sheng's question, he felt relieved again. It seemed that he was overthinking it.

He smiled but said nothing, neither admitting nor denying. This was also a clear sign in the sense that he wanted to fight with He Sheng openly.

He has already made plans to deal with Wang Hai's sudden attack and take over Jinshan Entertainment City.

Wang Dongyuan has been dead for so long, and his ten shares in Jinshan Entertainment City will be legitimately transferred to his nephew Wang Hai from the Supervisory Committee after today.

When the time comes to directly control Wang Hai and hold all these shares in his own hands, he will have as much as 35% in Jinshan Entertainment City.

As for He Sheng, he only had 5% of the shares in Jinshan Entertainment City, so he would join forces with other shareholders to slowly squeeze He Sheng out.

By that time, using Jinshan Entertainment City as a base, I would be able to compete with He Sheng's Moon Bay Entertainment City, and by the way, I would also win back the management rights of the gambling stalls.

The gambling stall was just the starting point for him to break up with He Sheng.

In fact, this is what he had in mind when he fought over the gambling stall for so long.

"Old He."

Nie Fugui felt happy just thinking about it, and the smile on his lips grew stronger: "How can you say that? I'm not a murderer."

"Besides, if it's really me who did it, do you still want to help him, a short-lived ghost? Do you really think that I, Nie Fugui, am old?"

There was something in his words, and the meaning was obvious: "I, Nie Fugui, are more than ten years older than you, Lao He. Do you think that these ten years of food have been in vain?"

When it comes to this, everyone is already at loggerheads.

"What? You think you can scare me by arranging for someone to kill Wu Zhihui?"

He Sheng suddenly raised his voice when he heard Nie Fugui's words, stared at him and scolded him: "Do you really fucking think you can do it?"

"Are you angry?"

Nie Fugui looked at He Sheng who was yelling at him. Instead of being angry, he smiled even more happily: "Look at yourself, how can you still get angry so easily after so many years of work?"

He shrugged nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter whether I can or not. Just take your time. You will know later."

"I called you here today not to quarrel with you, but to talk to you about gambling stalls. Let's get back to this topic."

"Old Nie, have you watched the news?"

Seeing how urgent he was, He Sheng's expression calmed down and he continued unhurriedly: "On the news, a man named Wu from Xiangjiang was shot in a coffee shop? Is that the news?"

"!"

When Nie Fugui heard He Sheng repeating the news in a calm tone, his whole expression changed drastically and his eyes narrowed involuntarily.

"I saw the news too."

He Sheng pressed the lighter, lit the cigarette, showed a sarcastic smile, looked at Nie Fugui, and asked doubtfully: "Old Nie, do you think you are an old fool?"

"As you get older, your mind is not clear. Whenever something happens, you just make assumptions?"

"There are so many men named Wu from Xiangjiang. Do you think he is Wu Zhihui?"

"Did you see Wu Zhihui being shot with your own eyes? Do you believe what Balabala said on the news? Have you never been in contact with the media?"

He Sheng's series of rhetorical questions hit Nie Fugui on the forehead like a heavy hammer, making the ominous premonition in his heart become more and more intense and frightening.

"That's enough He Sheng!"

Nie Fugui scolded and interrupted him directly: "Don't tell me it's useless. I only have one thing to do today. Let me manage the gambling stalls!"

"What if I say no?"

"No?!"

Nie Fugui spoke in a stiff tone, staring at He Sheng's face that gradually became clearer as the smoke cleared: "Then I'll just drive the person in. I want to see who dares to stop me!"

Today, Nie Fugui completely broke up with He Sheng.

At this moment.

Wu Zhihui's voice suddenly sounded from outside the ward: "Who dares to come in my place?"

Then, his tall figure appeared at the door, looking at Nie Fugui: "Whoever comes, kill him!"

"The horse boys you arranged to go to the gambling stalls are all standing outside for punishment. They are all standing there obediently, not daring to move."

Behind.

Abu and his party who followed restrained several of Nie Fugui's bodyguards and did not dare to move rashly.

"Wu Zhihui?!"

After Nie Fugui saw Wu Zhihui appear, he suddenly sat up from the hospital bed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He opened his eyes wide and stared at Wu Zhihui, as if he had seen a ghost: "You're not dead?! Impossible!"

"Obviously someone watched you being shot in the heart, there's no reason why you shouldn't die!"

"If you shoot in the heart, you will definitely die?"

Wu Zhihui curled his lips and said sarcastically: "You think I can't afford a bulletproof vest? Do you think I'm like a fool who goes out to shoot for others?!"

He reached out and turned off the TV: "This is fake news. I told it to idiots on purpose. Otherwise, how could we dig out the people behind it?"

Wu Zhihui walked in, stood straight next to Nie Fugui, and looked at him condescendingly: "Isn't it true that some people believe it?"

He stared at Nie Fugui and sneered coldly: "No way? Are you that idiot?! Do you really believe it?"

"you!.."

Nie Fugui was ridiculed by Wu Zhihui, and his face turned blue and red.

"You really think you can kill me by finding a gunman?"

Wu Zhihui leaned down and looked at Nie Fugui: "Last time I asked you to get money, you couldn't do anything. Can you do it to me?"

"You couldn't do it last time, and you still can't do it this time. I just play with you twice, and you think you can do it?"

"!!"

Nie Fugui's lips twitched and he just stared at Wu Zhihui while breathing heavily.

"He Sheng."

Wu Zhihui didn't even look at him, but turned to look at He Sheng: "I, Wu Zhihui, are blessed with great fortune. I made an unexpected discovery today."

He was unhurried and said lightly: "Nie Fugui arranged for Wang Hai to deal with me. When I had a long talk with Wang Hai, I discovered an interesting thing."

Wu Zhihui raised his hand and patted it.

outside.

Aji dragged the disgraced Wang Hai in and pushed him to the ground.

Wang Hai still looks like a big boss now. There are two more gunshot wounds on his right arm, which hangs limply beside him. Two of his front teeth have also disappeared. His words are leaking: "Hui, Brother Hui, don't, don't kill me. Give me a chance, give me a chance."

He pointed at Nie Fugui on the hospital bed: "It's him, he ordered me to do this. I have no enmity with you. I don't want to deal with you. He forced me to do it. He forced me!"

"Also, there is my uncle Wang Dongyuan. He also ordered the gunman I found to kill him. It was all him!"

Wang Hai is extremely afraid of Wu Zhihui, and he is even more so when facing He Sheng. Having grown up in Haojiang, he is well aware of He Sheng's methods.

He Sheng looks kind-hearted, but how can he be so kind if he is a top figure in the Haojiang Entertainment City industry?

Behind the scenery is either vicissitudes of life or filth. Everyone understands this truth.

In the evening, I originally wanted to take the opportunity to kill the gunman and put an end to the matter. Who knew that Wu Zhihui faked his death? The gunman came with Wu Zhihui's people and beat the shit out of them.

"Brother Hui."

Wang Hai knelt on the ground and knelt all the way in front of Wu Zhihui: "Every wrongdoer has his own debtor. Please let me go. It's all that old man Nie Fugui who wants to kill you. You need to settle the score with him."

Wu Zhihui gave him a cold look and stepped outside: "He Sheng, I'll leave it to you to handle the rest."

Wu Zhihui did not intend to get involved in this matter, and He Sheng would give a satisfactory result.

"good good good good."

He Sheng listened to Wang Hai's words and couldn't help but nod his head: "No wonder, no wonder Wang Dongyuan's death was so bizarre. It turned out to be your masterpiece, old Nie."

He stood up and put his palm on Nie Fugui's shoulder: "Old Nie, let me ask you a question."

"Tell me, Nie Fugui, who is well-known in Haojiang, actually hired a murderer to kill people. What impact will it have? Tell me, what will the other shareholders of Jinshan Entertainment City do after they know this news?!"

He Sheng's face turned cold: "If you break the rules, even you, Nie Fugui, will die!"

"me."

Nie Fugui looked at He Sheng and was speechless.

"Nie Fugui."

He Sheng moved his wrist and waved his hand to signal Liu Siren to close the door: "I really want to hit you now. I have never had such a strong desire."

"me too."

Liu Siren shook his hand and then clenched his fists: "I remember that you were very good at fighting when you were young!"

"Oh!"

He suddenly punched Nie Fugui directly in the eye. Nie Fugui screamed, and He Sheng followed and rushed forward.

Outside the ward, Wu Zhihui listened to Nie Fugui's screams and shook his head: "Let's go."

Aji turned around and asked, "How about doing him?"

"hehe."

Wu Zhihui smiled and said nothing.

No one knows what the specific situation was like in the ward that night. They only know that the next morning, the news spread in the circle.

After Wang Hai inherited Wang Dongyuan's shares in Jinshan Entertainment City, he directly transferred all the shares to He Sheng, and then his whereabouts are unknown.

Nie Fugui immediately announced that he was withdrawing from the gambling industry and was also missing.

There are rumors that Nie Fugui immigrated to Canada. There are also rumors that Nie Fugui was shot to death on the spot by a gunman while having breakfast in a restaurant.

How exactly, no one has given a precise answer.

He Sheng suddenly became the largest shareholder of Jinshan Entertainment City. In a short period of time, the Haojiang gaming circle underwent tremendous changes, and He Sheng's reputation rose to a higher level in the circle.

A piece of news that came out at the same time was that He Sheng announced to the outside world that anyone who dares to deal with Wu Zhihui in Haojiang will deal with me, He Sheng. (End of chapter)