"Where's the boss?"

"The boss is dead."

"Where's Brother Huan?"

"Dead too."

"Uncle Rong, Uncle Guo, Uncle Huang, Brother Caitou..."

"Everyone at the boss's table is dead, and none of the buddies who can hold guns seem to have survived."

More than twenty people were talking in low voices and looking around inside and outside the lobby.

Everyone had a look of shock on their faces, but they also had a thrilling feeling of having survived and escaped to heaven.

When everyone's eyes met the blue figure, they would subconsciously show an expression of awe, or quickly lower their eyes, not daring to look directly.

Next to Guan Luoyang stood the young man who was the first to be rescued, asking questions.

"Are you sure they haven't sold it?"

This young man was the first person to talk to Guan Luoyang at the table, but now he doesn't dare to pretend to be a big brother and call him "Xiao Guan".

He glanced at the people there erratically, swallowed his saliva and said, "But, maybe not, I haven't touched it anyway!"

A middle-aged man with oily hair and deep eye sockets, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, stood out from the crowd and said: "Guan... Boss Guan, Xiao Jiang is actually not very easy to get along with in the gang, everyone is

I can’t recognize them all, but I know everyone here, so I’ll rely on my experience as a guarantee.”

"There are just these twenty or so brothers. Let alone selling them, they have never smoked. That stuff is so expensive. The people who handle it are all boss Yan's confidants and senior people. People like us usually just help.

Look at the place, they charge protection fees, and they can’t even get a gun.”

Xiao Jiang supported from the side: "Brother An is very popular, so what he said is definitely true."

Many others nodded along.

Guan Luoyang thought for a while and said, "Okay, then you just wait here."

Xiao Jiang was a little confused: "What are you waiting for?"

Guan Luoyang pointed to the corpses on the ground and asked: "Is there no one to deal with this kind of thing?"

Brother An quickly said: "Oh, this. For things like gang fights, we transport the bodies to the patrol team ourselves. For members like these who have registered in the gang, the patrol team also has files on file. If they are injured, they will die."

Well, they won’t take the initiative to take care of it.”

Guan Luoyang's eyes widened a little and his mouth opened, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He found that he had taken it for granted. He shouldn't have directly substituted the style of that era in his original hometown just because he heard that this was 1999 and the people he came into contact with after coming here were all Chinese.

After all, this is a world with mechanically modified people, which is completely different from my hometown. Moreover, the mission background of this small overseas country, Singapore and Malaysia, clearly states that it is a social state full of gangs.

Really...can't think of this place as too good.

When Guan Luoyang was adjusting his mentality, Brother An said again: "But just let them do this kind of thing. Of course you don't have to worry about it, boss. You must be tired today. I'll take you to rest."

Guan Luoyang glanced at him, thought for a moment, and acquiesced to his move.

Brother An immediately went to Yan Xiong's body and touched a few times, turned out two sets of keys, and then loudly ordered the brothers to tidy up the place before dawn.

"Xiao Jiang and I will send the boss back together."

"Keep the bodies of Yan Xiong and Black Spider, and put the guns together. I'll take them away directly."

After giving some instructions, Guan Luoyang followed the two of them out of the hotel with a knife in one hand and a large pocket of gun in the other.

The fresh air without the smell of blood outside breaks into the nasal cavity and can't help but clear the mind.

There is a big road in front of the door, surrounded by buildings, but almost all the lights have been turned off, and it is completely deserted.

Only two patrol members in black and white short-sleeved uniforms with rubber sticks under their arms stood under the streetlight in the distance.

Brother An went over to chat with them for a few words and lit a cigarette.

"Is everything finished inside? Look at you, Lao An, you have won!"

"Thanks to our new boss, after Black Spider killed Boss Yan, he was divided by three and five by our new boss..."

Lao An made a gesture of wiping his neck.

The patrol team members looked here in surprise for a while.

"You have completed the transformation at such a young age. Hey, I'm afraid there is some other background. But you are really making a lot of noise tonight. Not only are we keeping an eye on you, but the higher-ups are probably also waiting for news."

"Understood. I'll treat you to tea when I have time. Someone from us will go to the patrol team to chat with you tomorrow morning."

From this distance, Guan Luoyang could still hear their conversation.

After Lao An came back, he drove a car very skillfully and smoothly. However, the two arms that were holding on to the steering wheel were covered with tattoos. Up to the wrists, a little finger was missing from both palms.

After driving Guan Luoyang and Xiao Jiang for less than ten minutes, they arrived at a small apartment building with only three floors.

The courtyard in front of the first floor has a garden-like layout, with a garage on the side, large balconies on the second and third floors, and several pots of flowers and plants placed on the concrete railings.

After finding the key and opening the door, the chandelier on the ceiling was turned on, revealing a beautifully decorated living room.

Although the TV with a black casing in the burgundy solid wood cabinet is relatively old-fashioned to Guan Luoyang, the decoration style is not old-fashioned.

Crystal chandelier, beige moire ceiling, floor and wall tiles polished to a shiny white, a set of sofas, a tempered glass coffee table, rockeries in the corners, and potted plants for decoration.

Lao An asked Xiao Jiang to boil some hot water.

"This was originally Boss Yan's place. He has no wife or children. In addition to himself, there are also several leaders who come here often. The accountant of the gang lives here. I have been here a few times and know the layout. You see, first

Go find the safe or..."

Lao An kept talking, Guan Luoyang threw the knife on the coffee table, his voice paused, and he looked over nervously.

Guan Luoyang sat down on the sofa, picked up an orange from the fruit plate, and said, "Boss Yan died. It seems that few of you are sad?"

Lao An thought about it in his mind and said carefully: "To be honest, our group is not really Boss Yan's confidants, and our relationship is not very close. If we calm down, we may feel a little sentimental when we recall it. Sincerely

The grief is impossible."

"Besides, in Singapore and Malaysia, the boss is very capable, and the brothers under him also have face and security. You showed your true skills today, and we still have a backbone. Losing Boss Yan is even less important to us."

He said these words unhappily, and when he uttered each sentence, he was still weighing it in his mind, so as not to make people like himself appear too cold and too fake, but also not to appear too fake.

The key is that Lao An has only now discovered that his impression of Guan Luoyang is really very thin. This person seems to have no sense of existence. He has only been in the gang for a short time. He has no idea what kind of rhetoric this person will like.

I have no choice but to be more to the point and try to achieve nothing.

After Guan Luoyang heard what he said, he peeled the orange silently and didn't answer for a while.

After he finished peeling the orange, he raised his head and said, "Sit down."

Lao An sat down, and his mood seemed to have stabilized as he sat down. He vaguely felt that the other party accepted his behavior of taking the opportunity to climb up.

Guan Luoyang divided the orange in half, threw half of the orange directly into his mouth, chewed it twice, swallowed the juice, and said: "Okay, I want you guys, you seem to know a lot, tell me first

Tell me what industries this gang was originally involved in."

Lao An thought thoughtfully and said: "Lending loans, collecting debts, collecting protection fees, selling fans, and it seems that we also invested in some film crews. The original number of people in our gang was only more than 80 in total, and they only involved this.

There are several aspects, but the specific business details are only recorded by the accountant Huan Ge, who originally lived on the second floor."

When he said this, his expression changed obviously, and he said, "If I take over the position of accountant, I can sort out all aspects of the business by tomorrow afternoon at the latest."

Guan Luoyang took a closer look at this middle-aged man with greasy hair and haggard features, and said with some surprise: "Have you ever been an accountant?"

"I graduated from the University of Singapore and Macao with a major in accounting. When I was young, I did this to support my family."

Lao An raised his arms with a wry smile and said, "Back then, my hands were thin and tender, and I worked with pens, inks, and account books, and even managed to find a beautiful wife."

"Unfortunately, later on, because there were too many Chinese in Singapore and Macau, the East Kaliman allies were worried that it would affect the status of the local people's ruling party. After several negotiations, Singapore and Macau became independent."

"In such a big place, it has become a country in name. People are panicking. I don't know how many people's jobs have been squeezed out. I also had a new member of the family at that time. I heard that the gang life is getting more and more prosperous.

Just look for this way everywhere."

"I got tattoos on both arms. I cut off one of my little fingers and gave it to the boss. Later he found out that this was a Japanese gang rule. Alas!"

Lao An sighed, realizing that he seemed to have talked too much nonsense, and said, "I still have a certificate at home, and my brain has not been rusted over the years. As long as you are willing to give me a chance, I will definitely be able to do this well."

"Okay, then you can do this first and give me a clear form tomorrow."

Guan Luoyang threw the half orange to him and said, "Is there a study room in this place? It would be better if it is a serious book about the history of this place, its customs, etc."

Lao An caught the orange and was stunned for a moment: "Well, there doesn't seem to be any. They don't read books. They only turn on the TV to watch the news. But there is a bookstore on the street. I will ask someone to buy it tomorrow."

"What, reading?"

Xiao Jiang came out with hot water. When he heard this, he immediately shouted, "I have books at home. There are many books at home. Brother Luo, please wait for me for a while. I will go back and get them."

He put down the hot water and ran out in a hurry.
Chapter completed!