Shinjuku Kabukicho is one of the most prosperous areas in Tokyo, a modern metropolis. The entire street is known as the first entertainment center in East Asia.
On Ward Office Street, three black Mercedes-Benz GLK300s were parked in front of one of the largest private clubs.
Ten men in suits jumped out of the car, and two of them tried to lift Wang Zhuo out of the car.
But no matter how hard the two 1.8-meter-tall men tried, they couldn't pull Wang Zhuo away.
Jiang Lepei pushed away his men, squatted down and whispered to Wang Zhuo: "How heavy are you? The car started to float before it started, and the rear tire was about to explode under your pressure! Sir, are you still a human being?"
Wang Zhuo glared at Jiang Lepei, waved the disposable plastic handcuffs on his hands, pointed at the two boys behind him and said, "You two, come and support me."
One of the younger brothers was from the Northeast. When he saw Wang Zhuo being rude to Jiang Lepei, he immediately opened his mouth and cursed: "Who are you! How dare you stare at my boss with such paralysis!"
Wang Zhuo's figure moved, and the next moment he appeared in front of the younger brother from the car, stepped forward and grabbed the younger brother's head, and gently applied force. The younger brother's head came into close contact with the rear guardrail of the car, making a muffled sound and blood flowing freely.
Then Wang Zhuo clapped his hands and said: "Tsk, from now on, don't call us the Fuming Group, call them the Mouth Group. I found that there is no one with a clean mouth from top to bottom. You are competing with other gangsters for turf. Are you scolding me?"
Can two calls solve the problem?"
Jiang Lepei smiled bitterly and said, "It's just a rule. After all, peace is the most precious thing that everyone aspires to."
Wang Zhuo turned back to Duobao in the car and said, "Wait for me here for a while. We can take the boat home tomorrow morning."
After saying that, he glanced at Jiang Lepei with no emotion in his eyes and motioned to go in.
Jiang Lepei shrugged his shoulders and asked a group of young men to stay outside. He only brought two "pressing" Wang Zhuo into the club.
In front of the clubhouse, there were also four or five young men wearing well-fitting suits and polished leather shoes guarding them. When they saw Jiang Lepei, they all bent down and said, "Ha!" Then they opened the mahogany door of the club and let Jiang Lepei, Wang Zhuo and others in.
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The entire club is designed in Chinese style. The floor of the corridor is made of pure solid wood. The windows are also designed to be made of wood. The window sills are decorated with high-end Jingdezhen porcelain with glazes like cinnabar and as bright as flowing clouds.
Passing through the corridor, under the bows of another bunch of boys, I opened the second mahogany door inlaid with 24K gold wire.
The entire club is located in Shinjuku, Tokyo, where land is at a premium. The area of more than 700 square meters has been reasonably divided into several areas by the architect, with a sense of hierarchy and beauty coexisting.
Jiang Lepei whispered to Wang Zhuo: "This club is the boss's favorite property. The boss basically comes here every night."
What you said is quite profound.
Wang Zhuo glanced at Jiang Lepei, and then was pushed into the door by Jiang Lepei. Compared with the simplicity outside, the interior decoration of the room was more luxurious. All the porcelains appeared to be earlier than the Qing Dynasty, and they silently told their unique stories under the light.
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Chen Ping'an was wearing a Tang suit, sitting on a rosewood chair, holding a pipe in his hand. The pipe was burning Yunnan gold tobacco.
Seeing Wang Zhuo, Chen Pingan put down his pipe and raised his head to signal the bodyguards to go out.
"Didn't I tell you that he picked his hamstring?" Chen Pingan turned around and took out an FN57 Belgian-made pistol from the filing cabinet and placed it on the table. At the same time, he gestured with his eyes to the knife on the fruit plate on the table.
Jiang Lepei bowed, stepped forward, picked up the fruit knife, and without hesitation stabbed it into the red sandalwood table. He stretched out his left hand and placed it on the table. The fruit knife chopped off hard.
With a groan, Jiang Lepei, sweating profusely, took out a white handkerchief from his arms, put his severed little finger in the handkerchief, wiped the red sandalwood clean, bowed and retreated again.
Wang Zhuo was dumbfounded all the time as he stared at what happened suddenly. He thought to himself, "Don't do this, right? You are a completely broken pervert!"
Chen Ping'an no longer looked at Jiang Lepei, but turned to Wang Zhuo and said: "I have a hundred men, most of them have lives on their bodies, elites smuggled from the Northeast, from Fujian, and from all over China. But today, you alone have to deal with them."
Well, news just came from my exclusive hospital. It seems that 80% of the kneecaps were directly hit by a car of more than three tons at a speed of 70 miles. The bones are so broken that they may be limping for the rest of their lives.
The legs work for me."
Upon hearing this, Wang Zhuo broke the disposable plastic handcuffs tied to his hands, swaggered to the opposite side of Chen Pingan, pulled out the chair and sat down.
Chen Ping'an saw that Wang Zhuo was still wearing a tattered, fat suit and was barefoot. He picked up the pipe from the table and took two puffs. He blew the smoke into Wang Zhuo's face and said, "And I heard that you can catch bullets with your bare hands."
?I wonder if your family members know this kind of stunt."
MLGBD, one is more arrogant than the other.
Wang Zhuo pretended to put his hand into his suit. Chen Pingan's expression remained unchanged, but his pupils shrank significantly.
Smiling, Wang Zhuo took out a cigar. Although he didn't know the brand of the cigar from Tiger King's storage bag, Wang Zhuo liked the mellow taste. Well, maybe even cats would like it.
The cigar was in hand and ignited without fire. The unique aroma circled around Wang Zhuo's mouth and sprayed on Chen Ping'an's face.
"Cohiba, Behike." Chen Ping'an said with great interest without any anger: "A homeless man who can't even afford a pair of shoes smokes a box of cigars worth one hundred thousand dollars. It's really surprising."
Wang Zhuodao: "I was also surprised. I didn't expect that just beating up a gangster on the street could cause such a big battle, picking on my hamstrings and killing my whole family. I'm really scared."
"It's normal. If you just teach my son a lesson, I will not only thank you, but I will also buy you a pair of shoes. But his tongue is broken from the root. If he wants to speak in the future, he must install a computer mixer. If you were me,
What will happen?”
Wang Zhuo laughed and said: "I will regret it very much. Why didn't I shoot him against the wall?"
Chen Ping'an smiled slightly, and the fire on his pipe flickered on and off. "It turns out you are just a country bumpkin."
"Rubbers can also bite people to death." Wang Zhuo patted the table lightly with his hand, and then said: "The table is good, made of rosewood."
Chen Ping'an was about to say something when he suddenly saw a tabletop that was still intact just now. At this time, there was a deep handprint printed on it! The palm lines and finger prints were so clear, as if this rosewood tree existed in the sky!
Wang Zhuo looked around and said to Chen Ping'an: "The clubhouse is well decorated. I guess there must be no cameras or monitors here, right?"
Chen Pingan remained silent.
Just as Wang Zhuo was about to stand up, Jiang Lepei suddenly knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to Wang Zhuo: "Please let my boss go, I am willing to pay for my life for him."
"Crack!"
Jiang Lepei was slapped on the right side of his face, which was not swollen, and then kicked two or three meters away by Wang Zhuo. His 1.7 meter body hit the wall directly.
A sound was heard outside the door, and five big men with guns rushed in and aimed at Wang Zhuo. As long as Chen Pingan gave the order, Wang Zhuo would be beaten into a sieve.
But Chen Ping'an remained silent for five minutes before waving his hand again to signal the bodyguards to leave.
Wang Zhuo sat down again and said to Jiang Lepei: "Do you know why I beat you? Not only because you are not qualified to die for anyone, but also I don't want to be used as a weapon by others, understand?"
Jiang Lepei's head was covered with blood. Hearing this, he nodded and did not dare to speak.