Chapter 64 Thunder God

Huang Zhe is already sixty years old, but he is very well maintained throughout the years, looking like a middle-aged man in his forties. His residence is very simple, but it is simple but elegant and luxurious.

For example, a group of ivory carvings placed on the table are worth millions, and the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls are all genuine works of famous artists. This is just one of his residences. For such residences, he will have a set in every club.

"Fengfeng, sit first, haha." Huang Zhe asked Lei Feng to sit down first, and smiled and took a bottle of white wine from the top of the wine cabinet.

This is a bottle of Moutai with a history of decades. The market price is more than 5 million, and it is pursued by many collectors. Huang Zhe opened the bottle of Moutai with a slight distress and poured it on Lei Feng.

"Uncle, I'm not here to drink, I have something to do." Lei Feng pushed open the wine glass and said.

"Speak up the big things slowly, and talk about the urgent things at the center." Huang Zhe brought the wine glass to Lei Feng again and said with a smile: "When you arrive at my uncle, nothing is counted. Drink, drink."

"No drink! There is something wrong!" Lei Feng still refused to drink.

No one has ever rejected Huang Zhe except Lei Feng. However, Huang Zhe did not show any unhappiness, but was just a little helpless.

"Do you know about Ocean International?" Lei Feng made a straight move, looked at Huang Zhe's eyes and said, "I want to know who is the mastermind behind the scenes."

Whether it is information in the shopping mall or information in the officialdom, as long as you find Huang Zhe, you will definitely be able to find out. There are successful businessmen in his senior clubs, and there are many senior officials. There is a lot of information flowing in this circle, and any piece of information can make people make a fortune or make luck instantly.

This is also one of the most fundamental purposes of establishing this club, and it has completely become an information exchange center.

"I don't know." Huang Zhe shook his head, thought for a while and said, "I am paying attention to Ocean International, and guessing who has done such a big deal with such a big deal. The other party is very purposeful in his actions, and he is incisive and does not drag it out at all."

Lei Feng didn't want to hear such words, he just wanted to ask who did the matter at Ocean International. Since Huang Zhe didn't know, then this matter could be sorted out clearly.

"Although I can't figure out who the main messenger behind the scenes is, I found out the source of funds for sniping the stock market." Huang Zhe said simply: "The funds come from Japan, and they did not even disguise and directly flowed to the country to snipe the stocks of Ocean International."

"Japanese?" Lei Feng frowned.

"Not necessarily." Huang Zhe shook his head and said, "It may be someone who wants to completely defeat your family."

Generally speaking, it is difficult to find out the source of funds for sniping a certain stock. This is a confidentiality method that must be carried out. Such funds that are not concealed at all indicate a problem: intentional.

Just like in ancient times, after more than a hundred families were destroyed, they deliberately left some clues and guided people to find them based on this clue. The real culprit would be safe and escape from this circle.

This is a simple trick, quite easy.

"Okay, I understand." Lei Feng nodded, got up and walked out without stopping at all.

Huang Zhe seemed to have been used to Lei Feng's style of doing things, and he did not stop him and allowed Lei Feng to leave.

But Lei Feng, who had just walked out of the door, turned back and said to Huang Zhe: "Uncle, I lack help."

"Yes," Huang Zhe nodded and said, "Choose whatever you want, but--"

Huang Zhe paused for a moment and in a deep voice, "Be careful."

"I know."

Lei Feng walked outward, and when he reached the club door, he patted the security guard on the shoulder and took him toward Huaihai city.

The security guard is Zhang Yaoyang, who was discharged from the special forces and has been following Huang Zhe after he was discharged from the army and became a security guard. However, he is a security guard who is completely different from a normal security guard. He is the type of security guard who keeps traveling to all parts of the country with Huang Zhe.

Every time they arrive at a club, they will take over the security system of the entire club to ensure Huang Zhe's absolute safety.

"Have you ever killed anyone?" Lei Feng asked.

"Killed." Zhang Yaoyang nodded.

"How many were killed?" Lei Feng asked again.

"I can't remember it." Zhang Yaoyang shook his head.

"I can't remember it." Lei Feng smiled rarely and said to Zhang Yaoyang: "Let's go and take you to kill someone."

"good!"

Zhang Yaoyang did not hesitate at all, and his eyes did not change at all. Killing people was nothing to him, maybe he killed too many.

Under Lei Feng's leadership, the two of them came to a large nightclub and walked straight to the deepest part.

The noisy music was annoying. Lei Feng pushed away the drunk girls who were sticking to him with a cold face, and took Zhang Yaoyang to the narrow computer room at the end of the nightclub.

"Who?" A middle-aged man in canvas work clothes made a sound and walked out of the dark corner to block Lei Feng and Zhang Yaoyang.

"I am Thunder God." Lei Feng said coldly, allowing him to see his face clearly.

When he heard this name and saw Lei Feng's cheek again, the middle-aged man's eyes immediately showed a crazy worship look in his eyes.

"Thor, it's really Thor! I'll open the door now, open the door now!" The middle-aged man immediately jumped to the dark corner where he was originally staying and pulled down a handle.

"Boom..."

The floor of the computer room made a rumbling sound, revealing a hole in the middle that accommodates adults to enter. There was a faint light at the entrance of the hole, and a row of stairs led directly to the ground.

Lei Feng walked down from the entrance of the cave, and Zhang Yaoyang followed closely behind.

The stairs extend to about three underground floors, and then there is a flat road leading straight ahead.

After pushing open a thick iron door again, what was reflected in front of me was a spacious hall.

This hall is about 500 square meters, with a rising boxing ring in the middle, and a sofa placed there in eight corners around it.

The sofas in the eight corners were half empty, and a desperate showdown was held on the boxing ring.

The showdown was a boxer in a karate suit and a strong Russian man like a polar bear.

The strong Russian man roared repeatedly and attacked his thin opponent frantically. Every punch and every kick of his hand was a screaming sound of breaking the wind, showing an extremely violent sense of power.

The boxer in karate costume looked very calm and calm. He avoided the Russian strong man's fists and feet with the smallest movements. Almost every time he barely wiped his clothes and avoided them, looking like a small boat in the vast ocean.

Lei Feng stood there quietly, waiting for the result of the fight between the two sides.

"Karate will win." Zhang Yaoyang said with his eyes narrowed.

He could see at a glance that the two were not on the same level at all. Although karate looked very thrilling and embarrassed, no one could do this thrilling and embarrassed. He was engaged in a war of attrition, using the simplest movement to consume the opponent's power.

When the power of the Russian strong man is consumed to a certain extent, Karate will take a blow without hesitation to kill the opponent.

"Within three moves, karate will win by killing the opponent." Lei Feng said.

Zhang Yaoyang didn't say anything, watched quietly.

The karate on the boxing ring was forced to the corner, and it seemed that there was no power to fight back. The strong Russian man had an arrogant smile on his face, and used his body advantage and his fists that kept swelling like a giant axe to force the opponent to death.

Generally speaking, when fighting to this level, you can tell the difference between the winner and lose, so the two people on the sofa showed different expressions.

A young man in a suit and well-dressed dress smiled; the other middle-aged man looked disappointed.

“Hohuh!”

After three consecutive punches, the strong Russian man forced the karate to the point where he could no longer retreat.

"Die, gagahaha..."

The strong Russian man laughed loudly, his cheeks became extremely ferocious, and he hugged him hard towards the karate.

His move is to hug him, and the next move will be to spoil the person he is holding on to the ground, and his brain bursts out.

At this moment, a bloodthirsty cold light flashed in Karate's eyes. His body suddenly fell down and slid from the crotch of the Russian strong man.

The moment he slid over, his body jumped up, and he elbowed back and hit the Russian man's back with an elbow.

"Well……"

After being hit hard, the Russian man rushed into the corner of the boxing ring.

This is the Horn of Death, in this kind of fighting.

"Roar!!!" The strong Russian man roared angryly, holding the boxing railing with both hands and turning around.

He was angry and was actually smuggled by a weak opponent. He wanted to tear the thin monkey to pieces!

Just as he turned around, a fist hit his throat fiercely.

"Click!"

The sound of the throat shattered sounded, the Russian man's eyes were round, his hands clutched his throat tightly, and his bear-like body fell down, kneeling heavily on the ground, and then smashed on the boxing ring.

He was rolling wildly, his face turned purple and red due to suffocation, and finally he died of suffocation with wide eyes.

Karate stood quietly, waiting for the Russian strong man to die, and bent down to salute the body, indicating that the battle ended.

The fight ended with a karate blow to kill the enemy. From the beginning to the end, he only used two moves, one assist and one kill, and it was quick and easy.

"Smack it..."

The applause sounded very lonely.

"Mr. Yamamoto won." One of the people on the sofa spoke.

The young man in a suit stood up, smiled very modestly, and bent down to express his gratitude to the other three.

"It's a win, but what if I win?" The middle-aged man turned his head and glared at the other two people on the sofa and said, "This is China, not Japan. As long as I, Yang Dongsheng, are there, the Japanese forces will not be allowed to infiltrate!"

"Master Yang, haha." A middle-aged man with a big belly smiled and said, "Mr. Yamamoto just came to us to do regular business, and there is no other meaning, haha."

"If it's a regular business, of course it's good, but are they doing business regularly?" Yang Dongsheng stared at the middle-aged man with a big belly and said, "I checked it very clearly. There are Japanese people in the Viper Snake Gang that has risen in recent years. I think there should be a big connection between the two."

Yamamoto, who was sitting there, was still smiling, watching the three Chinese arguing endlessly.

"Master Yang, according to the rules of Huahong, if your person loses, he must fulfill his promise." The last thin middle-aged man said with a gloomy face.
To be continued...