Last night, Zhao Fanchen told Haizi to reveal the missing arms on the dock. This would stop the Burmese and others from wanting to trade, because no one in Chinatown knew about it.

This batch of arms belongs to Mr. Xiong, and he dares to trade with the Burmese. At this time, the Burmese, who are forced into a dead corner, will cooperate with Detective Henry of the police station under the instruction of the old fox Qiao Zhenhai to frame up the blame.

Sure enough, after this news was released last night, no one dared to make a deal with the Burmese, because not only was the quantity of this batch of arms huge, but many people were now staring at it!

No one dares to steal Mr. Xiong’s things, because everyone knows that Mr. Xiong’s usual style is to take my things, and I will make you spit it out with profit.

The Burmese people are not fools. If they can't get rid of the stolen arms in time and make a fortune, they will definitely be a disaster and a hot potato. At this time, Qiao Zhenhai, an old fox, will definitely not get angry.

He will not come forward in person, he will secretly manipulate the Burmese people. This is a common method used by Qiao Zhenhai, an old fox.

Sure enough, the progress of the matter was almost the same as Zhao Fanchen expected. In the early morning, Haizi had already received the news. The Burmese people said that they had purchased a batch of arms from other gangs and wanted to return them.

To Mr. Xiong.

Naturally, the Burmese people would not be stupid enough to admit that they had robbed this batch of arms. As expected, the show started. Now they took the initiative to ask for the arms to be returned. The two parties made an appointment at the Peace Hotel in Chinatown. Early in the morning, Haizi

So he took his smart and capable people to the Peace Hotel in Chinatown to prepare. Robin followed Zhao Fanchen's instructions and took the more than ten reliable brothers and the Burmese people hired with money to the Peace Hotel.

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At around ten o'clock in the morning, Zhao Fanchen and Haizi appeared together at the Peace Hotel. This is a time-honored Chinese restaurant that was here when Chinatown first started. Therefore, many disputes and grudges between Chinatown forces are the result of

Solved here.

The attic of this hotel is made of wooden boards, which is very similar to the furnishings of an ancient restaurant. The restaurant is a time-honored one. When the boss saw Haizi and the others, he didn’t say anything. He just smiled lightly and nodded. Haizi and

The two of them, Zhao Fanchen, went upstairs and ordered a table of dishes and rice wine. At around 11 o'clock in the morning, the Burmese finally showed up, and a short, fat Burmese walked into the box.

This man's skin is somewhat dark, he is not very tall, he has a hooked nose, and a pair of fierce eyes. You can tell at a glance that he is not a good person. There is a conspicuous scar on his eyelids, which he always touches with his hands habitually.

He put his finger on his own penis and sniffed it. This man was wearing a suit and his leather shoes were shiny, but Zhao Fanchen had already seen the gun on his waist.

After the Burmese man walked in, he glanced at Zhao Fanchen and Haizi in the box, and said hello in fluent Chinese: "Isn't that old immortal Mr. Xiong dead? Why do you let two angry-looking people have trouble?"

Come to meet me, is this a bit too disrespectful to me, Amin? I will only talk to Mr. Xiong about this matter now. You two young men should go back and tell Mr. Xiong to ask him to come and beg me in person???"

"Master Xiong, let me talk to you. Amin, why don't you take a pee and take care of you? You are worthy of talking to Master Xiong. If Master Xiong comes, I guess it won't be as simple as inviting you to drink. He is an old man.

If it had come, I'm afraid you would be lying here now. Fatty, I want to talk to you carefully now. Don't force me to do anything. You took the initiative to hand over the things. Should we talk about the arms?

????”

Haizi leaned on the chair and lit a cigarette for himself. His face was arrogant and his voice was strong. He wanted to shock Amin, a tough guy, when he met him. Then he winked and the group of people under his hands shook their fists.

He took out his gun and pointed it at Amin's head. With a bang, the door was opened. All the Burmese people in the corridor outside rushed in with their guns in hand, pointing their guns at Haizi and Zhao Fanchen.

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I saw that Amin was not flustered at all, he just smiled faintly, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the Eight Immortals table in the middle, lit it for himself calmly, took a puff, and blew out a wisp of smoke towards Haizi.

, grinned and said: "Haizi, are you shooting? If you have the ability, shoot me now! Come on! If I were afraid of death, I wouldn't be here today. If you kill me,

, you will never find that batch of arms in your life, if you don’t fucking shoot, you are not man-made???”

Amin smiled arrogantly, raised his neck, and glanced arrogantly at Zhao Fanchen and Haizi who were sitting and smoking. Haizi naturally knew the importance of this batch of arms to him. He cursed fiercely and kicked them away.

He picked up a chair and slapped the Eight Immortals table with one hand. When he raised his head again, his face was already full of smiles. He pointed at Amin's unruly fat face and said with a smile: "Damn fat man, today

You are so cruel, brothers, please put these guys away!"

"If Mr. Xiong doesn't come, I won't talk to you two little guys about that batch of arms. Let's go. Let's go." Amin waved his hand and prepared to leave with his people.

Now is not the time for a war. We haven't got the weapons yet, so we can't take action against this fat guy Amin. So Haizi can only suppress all the resentment and anger in his heart and take a deep puff of the cigarette. He can't use force.

, and couldn't fall out on the spot. Seeing Amin leading the people to leave in a big way, Haizi panicked. He finally had the possibility of recovering the arms, and now he was about to give up. Naturally, he gave up and rushed over to grab him.

He grabbed Zhao Fanchen's collar and roared in a low voice: "Didn't you say you had a chance to get back that batch of arms? What now? Amin, the grandson, is going to run away in such a arrogant manner. Are we just going to watch helplessly?"

Do you want him to leave? If the arms cannot be found, you will be the one to take the blame???"

To be honest, Zhao Fanchen had a good impression of Haizi before, but just now, he rushed over fiercely, grabbed Zhao Fanchen's collar, and spoke to Zhao Fanchen in a commanding and threatening tone, which made his

Feeling very unhappy, Zhao Fanchen's impression of this person suddenly dropped by more than ten points. However, he is no longer the Zhao Fanchen he used to be. He will not use super strong force to solve all problems. For some troubles, maybe just a few words.

If so, it can be easily solved in one meal.

Zhao Fanchen smiled faintly. There was no anger, dissatisfaction or anger on his face. A calm and unusual look appeared on his slightly delicate face. He took away Haizi's hand and slowly

He looked at Amin who had already walked to the door, and said calmly: "If you walk out of this door now, I can tell you for sure that you will never survive until night. This is not a threat, nor is it alarmist.

, and it will definitely not be Mr. Xiong who takes action against you. I think you know the seriousness of this matter better than me. Are you here today just to gain some face in words, and just leave with satisfaction?

I advise you to think clearly about some things????"

After saying that, Zhao Fanchen slowly sat down. Haizi, who was angry, saw Amin's footsteps stop at the door and sat down slowly, but his expression was a little embarrassed.

As expected, Amin's footsteps stopped. He turned around and stared at Zhao Fanchen who was sitting there in a calm and calm manner. After a few seconds, he turned back and sat next to Zhao Fanchen and touched his hand.

Touching the scar on his eyelids: "I didn't expect that someone like you would appear under Mr. Xiong's command. I always thought that Mr. Xiong's command was a group of bull cowboys with well-developed limbs. I really didn't expect that, brother, what are you doing?

What's your name?" After saying that, Amin glanced at Haizi next to him with disdain.

"Zhao Fanchen, I am working with Brother Haizi now. It is not easy for us to be sitting here today. I smuggled here from China. It is a kind of fate that we can sit together. Should we drink for this fate?

One glass?" Zhao Fanchen took out a bottle of red wine from under the table and poured it for all three of them, then raised the glass. Amin laughed and raised the glass as well. Haizi suppressed the anger in his chest and also raised it.

Wine glasses, the wine glasses in the hands of the three people collided together, making a crisp glass sound.

"I am also new here. It was Brother Xiong and Brother Haizi who took me out to do things because they took a fancy to me. I just ran errands for Brother Haizi and so on. I just did what I was supposed to do. I didn't dare to do anything big.

The extravagant hope is just to make a living. Come on, let's drink first. Brother Haizi is here to do this for Master Xiong today." Zhao Fanchen smiled faintly, held a cigarette in his hand, stood up and gave Amin and Haizi two

After each person filled up the wine, the two men looked at each other, and a spark seemed to flash in the air.

After a while, there will definitely be a firefight here. Amin grinned and ignored Haizi on the side. He said to Zhao Fanchen: "I think we should have a good talk. We Burmese people and Xiongye are at odds in Chinatown.

This is something everyone knows, but we will never be stupid enough to blatantly rob Mr. Xiong’s goods. Just last night, we obtained this batch of arms from the warehouse of a small gang at the dock, so

I am going to come and return it to Mr. Xiong in person today????"

"Mr. Amin, you're too polite. Mr. Xiong didn't take this matter seriously. Losing a little arms is nothing. But if there are other conspiracies, that's a different matter. Mr. Xiong didn't pay attention to this matter before he came.

Please tell Brother Haizi not to do anything with you. It would be better to resolve this matter at the dinner table. If everyone makes fun of him, it will be difficult to handle. After all, it won’t look good on anyone if you show off your face????"

Zhao Fanchen greeted Haizi politely and treated Haizi with respect, which made Haizi feel a lot more comfortable. After all, Zhao Fanchen was a newcomer now, and in his eyes, Zhao Fanchen could take it out at any time.

As a back support.

"Haha???? We are here to eat today, not to fight, so how can we show off? I, Amin, have never liked fighting." Amin smiled crazily, raised his glass and met Zhao Fanchen

After bumping into him, he whispered close to him: "Boy, it's not worth it for you to sacrifice your life for this guy Haizi. Be careful of being thrown out by him and taking the blame??????"

Haizi took a sip of wine with a gloomy face, and finally lost his composure, and said: "Amin, don't pretend to be a grandson and show off your skills here. I know that you stole that batch of arms. Let's open the skylight.
Chapter completed!