"Sir, how are you doing? Have you gained anything?"

"I've told you a long time ago that we are legal businessmen and we are sworn in with drugs!"

As Han Yao raised his hand, the surrounding horses seemed to have received some kind of signal, and they all raised their hands and shouted:

"We and drugs are inseparable!"

You know, the earliest drugs were invented by the Jews, and then it was these ghost guys.

In Lei Luo's era, the police and those big fishermen joined forces.

The most naughty society at that time was the Lame Hao Yiqun. They controlled the powder stall business on the sixth floor of Hong Kong Island.

Of course, many of the goods in these fan stalls belong to these ghost guys.

But times are advancing, and things like washing powder will be abandoned by the times sooner or later.

Su Wenluo doesn't like fans, nor does he like his subordinates to have fans.

...........

"Sir, if there is no problem, can you stop the team and don't hinder our business? We also have to support our families!"

After Han Yao finished speaking, he looked at the only ghost guy present.

At this time, the ghost man's face was ashen. He originally wanted to make a profit, but now it seems that he is embarrassed!

If you lose face, someone will take the blame.

"Officer Qin, you must give me an explanation for what happened today!"

"I must see your review on my desk before going to work tomorrow!"

After saying that, he left directly without looking back.

The Three Inch Nails police officer, who looked unworthy of the country, also had a sad face at this time.

He really didn't know which link made the mistake.

Looking at the subordinates surrounding him, he could only helplessly shake his head and said:

"Close the team!"

He really didn't understand what went wrong this time.

Because he watched Huang Mao come in.

But why is there no sign of Huang Mao?

Looking at the group of cops leaving in despair, Han Yao waved and shouted behind them

"Sir, please slow down on the road and come over to play when you have time!"

"Wufa, please turn off the lights. Let's continue dancing and having fun!"

At this time, Han Yao was so arrogant that Su Wenluo wanted to go up and punch him.

Su Wenluo picked up the microphone, stood on the stage, patted the microphone and said:

"Dear friends, there was just a small episode. I hope it didn't spoil everyone's enjoyment."

"Don't worry, I'm in charge today, all drinks will be 20% off!"

As Su Wenluo finished speaking, the music started playing again.

The atmosphere on the entire dance floor exploded again.

"Wow...the boss is really handsome!"

"Isn't this the Mongkok talker with Lian Sheng, the God of Wealth Su!"

"Good Baguan!"

"I heard that Mong Kok has a lot of good welfare. Everyone pays MPF!"

"I just don't know if he will accept his younger brother. I really want to follow him!"

"What a handsome guy, I really want to be his horse!"

"Stop being so arrogant!"

…

On the other side, Su Wenluo had already dressed and got into the car.

A warehouse in Mong Kok Port.

The two men were put on black hoods and kneeled on the ground.

It turned out that when Huang Mao was getting into the car, Ah Hua saw a sneaky figure in the back alley.

The moment this figure saw Huang Mao, he ran towards the darkness.

Ah Hua understood that these two people should be in the same group.

So, I also took the car with me.

…

"Boss!"

"Brother Yao!"

Su Wenluo and Han Yao appeared in the warehouse. Looking at the two people kneeling in front of Ahua, they were confused at first, but they soon understood.

"Boss, Brother Yao!"

Ah Hua stood up and greeted Su Wenluo.

“Well done!”

Su Wenluo patted Ah Hua on the shoulder. Su Wenluo was very satisfied with Ah Hua's performance during this period.

Steady and loyal, they can be of great use.

If he is allowed to practice by Han Yao's side, he can definitely be promoted to the top of the club.

However, Su Wenluo had other ideas about Ah Hua.

"Boss, what should I do with these two guys? How about taking them out to fill the sea?"

Han Yao looked at the two people on the ground and asked.

At this moment, the crow fly on the side suddenly swooped over.

"Cousin, you don't understand this. Reclamation is the business of the Hong Kong Governor. If you ask me, I might as well throw them into a meat grinder."

"Recently, the dog farm has been out of supply for a long time. Grind them both directly into minced meat, and then mix them with some dog food!"

“Feed the dog, it’s meaty and healthy!”

Wuying said and looked at the large meat grinder on the side.

Su Wenluo felt a chill.

Damn it, this fly couldn't be Jimmyza, right?

How could you come up with such a disgusting trick?

"What does this smell like?"

Su Wenluo frowned, and he suddenly smelled the smell of urine.

Turning around to look, the two guys kneeling on the ground were shaking, and there were pools of water under their bodies.

Are you scared to death?

Not even!

"Boss, after grinding them into minced meat, there are other new uses. Add some chicken or beef, and then directly beat them into chicken balls. The beef balls can be set up on the street!"

"If the color is wrong, add some technology from Neon Country."

"hey-hey!"

"I guarantee that even those old guys can't taste it. What's the difference?"

Wuying said, with a look of yearning in his eyes.

"vomit!"

Su Wenluo felt his stomach churn, and then began to recall Pauline and Azhen, Li Saifeng, Guan Zhilin, and Lan Jieying in his mind.

It took a long time to calm down.

"Okay, take off the hoods!"

Seeing that Wuying was about to announce his next recipe for the minced meat, Su Wenluo interrupted him directly.

Just kidding, if you continue talking, you won’t even eat dog meat from now on.

The moment the hoods were taken off, Han Yao saw that the two of them looked like neon Chinese art students after being trapped by 80 big men.

My eyes have long since turned into goldfish from crying.
To be continued...