Old Mao sneered and wanted to refute, but Liu Boyang stopped him from behind. The man named Fang said he didn't have the same knowledge as his brothers. In fact, Liu Boyang was too lazy to be as knowledgeable as him. He stood up and said: "We want to see Song Huaqiang, why don't you do it?"

He called out. Fang Xiang gave a soft oh, and Liu Boyang's attitude was quite satisfactory to him. He looked at Liu Boyang again, with an undisguised sneer on his lips, and said: "Mr. Song is very busy, he has no

I’ll see you later, if you have anything you can tell me directly.”

"You? Can you make the decision?" Liu Boyang shrugged and sneered: "Okay, now let's talk about the real estate project built by Mr. Song in the mainland. I heard that there was an accident last week and someone died.

, I’m afraid it won’t be easy to solve!”

Liu Boyang got this news by accidentally looking at internal information from the Fatima Parish Police Department. Unexpectedly, it came in handy at a critical moment.

As expected, Fang Xiang's face looked a little ugly. He had to re-evaluate these teenagers from the mainland. Song Huaqiang had previously invested in a real estate project in Guangdong with his friends and wanted to take advantage of the booming mainland property market to make a pot of gold.

I know that due to quality problems, the floor collapsed and killed several workers. The families of the deceased were clamoring for compensation. The Construction Bureau ordered a strict investigation. The project is still at a standstill. Song Huaqiang’s hundreds of millions of investments are trapped in it and cannot be withdrawn, and there is no way to get it out.

No, I have been worrying about this recently.

"Okay, I'll ask Mr. Song to come down right now." Fang Xiang left a cold word and turned to go upstairs.

When he came upstairs to explain the situation, Song Huaqiang also fell into confusion. He was a little confused as to why Liu Boyang and the others were here. Could it be that they were not investigating the money laundering case, but were looking for him about the accident?

Song Huaqiang decided to go down to see them, but he couldn't lose his momentum. He stayed up there for a while, and then went downstairs after showing off his airs.

The real master finally appeared. Liu Boyang carefully looked at this big boss who covered the sky with one hand in Macau and was involved in gambling, film and television, real estate, and finance. He was wearing a polo shirt, loose corduroy pants, and a pipe in his hand.

He looks like a Justice of the Peace of the M faction, but from the faintly exposed tattoos on his sleeves, it can be seen that Song Huaqiang was definitely a prostitute in his early years.

"Sit down, what should you drink? Coffee or tea? I think coffee is better." Song Huaqiang sat on the sofa, crossed his iconic legs and said.

At this moment, Liu Boyang really had the urge to take action, because it was this guy who caused his father to be in danger of turning into a vegetative state. However, Liu Boyang finally held back and sat calmly opposite Song Huaqiang with his three brothers.

After four cups of coffee were served, Song Huaqiang got straight to the point and asked: "Just now, the junior officer mentioned my real estate in Guangdong. I wonder if you have any ideas to help solve it?"

Liu Boyang said calmly: "There are many ways. I can get you back to work with just one phone call, but help comes at a cost."

Song Huaqiang took out the pipe from his mouth and smiled generously: "Quick, how many do you want?"

"Not much, three billion, which is the black money Wang Tianhe laundered with you, not counting your interest." Liu Boyang said straightforwardly.

Song Huaqiang's face suddenly turned serious and he asked coldly: "Who are you?"

"Member of the Capital Branch of the National Security Team, Liu Boyang! These are my brothers!" Liu Boyang said calmly.

Song Huaqiang's face turned livid. After working for a long time, it turned out that he was still in debt. He suddenly stood up and said coldly: "Excuse me, Aliao, see you off."

The bodyguard who had been standing at the door with his hands down was about to come over to chase him away. Liu Boyang suddenly smiled: "Actually, the main reason I came here today is to see what kind of person you Song Huaqiang is. It is said that there were many gangs in Hong Kong and Macao before the handover.

Patriotism, I didn’t expect that it has been so long since I returned, and Andy Lau is about to become the chief executive, why are you going backwards instead, Song, please remember, that money does not belong to you, if you take it, it will be hot!"

Song Huaqiang said coldly: "Lawyer Fang, write down what he said and sue him for slander and intimidation!"

Fang Xiang immediately stepped forward, pointed at Liu Boyang's nose and said, "I'm telling you, everything you say now will become evidence in court..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a "pop" sound. The old cat, who had been silent all this time, picked up the large crystal ashtray on the table and smashed it into Fang Xiang's face. Blood spattered immediately, and Jin

The silk glasses also fell apart, and the man was stunned on the spot, and fell upside down and fell to the ground.

"How can you, my eighth generation ancestor, talk to your eldest brother!" The old cat clapped his hands and said with great strength, shaking his neck!

There was silence in the room. Not only the bodyguard A Liao was stunned, but also Song Huaqiang. Everyone in Song's house was dumbfounded! In a place like Macau, the behavior of the police is strictly restricted, especially among lawyers.

In front of him, he will not talk nonsense, and even the slightest mistake will cause complaints, and complaints will directly affect the escalation. Besides, this is Song Huaqiang's home, and no one dares to be violent in front of Mr. Qiang.

But this fat boy who had been silent all this time saw blood when he struck. Lawyer Fang was such a gentle man. His face was smashed with blood and flesh, and he fell to the ground dying.

The first person to react was the bodyguard A Liao. He quickly pulled out the pistol from his waist, and just as he was about to aim at the blind boy, he felt that his hand was empty and the Glock 19 pistol had fallen into someone else's hand.

In the midst of the electric light and flint, the black muzzle of the gun was aimed at A Liao's forehead. The other bodyguard standing by the door quickly drew his gun when he saw this. Liu Boyang did not hesitate at all, turned the gun and fired two shots. The first shot hit

The fine-steel Browning flew out of the pistol in the bodyguard's hand, and the tiger's mouth was so painful that it hurt. The second shot was directed at the person, and the hot bullet grazed his scalp, leaving a trail on his head.

Conspicuous marks, the smell of burnt hair permeated the room, and if the bullet was half an inch lower, a skull would turn into a rotten watermelon. The bodyguard's legs went weak and he immediately sat on the ground.

The two Dobermans that had been staring at Liu Boyang at the door rushed forward crazily, their fangs bared outside in a particularly eye-catching manner. This time, before Liu Boyang could make a move, Gao Zhenfei stepped out and pounced on two of them with two slaps.

The heads of the two dogs were put together, and the two Dobermans suddenly fell to the ground in a state of disarray. Gao Zhenfei did not hold back, and punched down with two fists, directly smashing the heads of the two vicious dogs into pieces. The dog's legs were still twitching, and they were white.

The red one completely ruined the expensive carpet.

There were four bodyguards in the Song Residence. Two of them were eliminated by Liu Boyang. Two more broke in and confronted Liu Boyang with guns raised. Cui Guodong quietly pressed his hand on the handle of the Juan Ba ​​Dao. To him, the Juan Ba ​​Dao was more powerful than the other two.

The gun works well.

The atmosphere was tense, but only three people remained calm. One was Liu Boyang, who sat back on the sofa without moving, holding a coffee cup in his hand and drinking slowly. The other was Song Huaqiang, standing on the stairs with a livid face.

Another scene in this scene is Gao Zhenfei, who put away his fists and stood up expressionlessly, with blood still dripping from the tips of his fists.

The two remaining bodyguards looked very nervous. They stood motionless at the door, holding the pistol tightly with their right arms straightened out. The hammers were raised high. As long as they pressed their fingers, the bullets would roar out.

"Dad, what's going on?" A rush of footsteps came from the stairs. Song Yaolong appeared in front of everyone. Seeing the tense situation in the hall, he was stunned for a moment, then turned around and ran up, probably to go back to the room to get a gun.

"Stop!" the old cat shouted loudly, the voice was like a thunderbolt from the blue, which shocked Song Yaolong on the spot. After a few tenths of a second, he turned angrily and looked at the group of people downstairs!
Chapter completed!