The room was silent again for a long time before Chen Ping'an said slowly: "I'll give you two choices. The first is that you kill me, and you may even kill all the Fuming Group. But on your way here, I already made a black call and said
The killing order, every time you kill a member of your family, you will get 300 million yen. I still say the same thing, I don’t know if your family will take the bullets with nothing. Or, you can kill all the killers and gangsters in Asia or even the world.
Get rid of it."
Without waiting for Wang Zhuo to speak, Chen Pingan continued: "The second option is, I can let you go, as long as you keep your tongue."
Wang Zhuo thought for a while, then smiled and said: "Okay, you win, I will choose the first one to see whether there are more people who love money or those who cherish their own lives in the world."
Chen Ping'an hurriedly shouted: "Stop!" before Wang Zhuo finished speaking.
Seeing that Wang Zhuo didn't move, Chen Ping'an slumped down on the chair, looking as energetic as if he had aged ten years in an instant. He sighed deeply and said, "I'm old."
Wang Zhuo smiled and said: "People are like this when they get older. They are greedy for life and afraid of death. How many children do you have?"
"What do you mean? I can't keep up with the rhythm of your thinking." Chen Pingan looked at Wang Zhuo's fake smile without any smile at all, and his heart trembled.
Wang Zhuo shook his head and said: "It's nothing. Anyway, I will stay here until dawn and chat with you. I guess you have two sons."
"You guessed wrong, there is only one." Chen Ping'an's brain was running rapidly and he said slowly: "He likes rock and roll and likes to be a gangster. He thought no one dared to mess with him in Tokyo, but I forgot to tell him that there are always people in the world.
There are people who he can’t offend and I can’t offend either.”
Wang Zhuo took a puff of his cigar, pointed at Jiang Lepei and said, "Then what is he? An illegitimate child?"
Chen Pingan said doubtfully: "I don't understand what you are talking about."
"Stop pretending." Wang Zhuo said: "My sister is determined to be a director, how can I embarrass her?"
Chen Ping'an was confused by Wang Zhuo's various jumps and asked softly: "You mean, I'm not good at acting?"
Wang Zhuo laughed and said: "Not only is it bad, you and Jiang Lepei have absolutely no acting skills at all. Even an outsider like me can see it at a glance. Let's not talk about Jiang Lepei's feelings for you before. When I brought Jiang Lepei in, you were obviously
Grief is greater than hatred. You are wondering why your son, um, or why your illegitimate son would betray you without hesitation."
Chen Pingan said calmly: "I am a gangster, you are a tramp, and neither of us are detectives."
Wang Zhuo curled his lips and said: "And when I hit him, your hand touched the pistol twice. Even if my back is turned to you, do you think I don't know anything?" After that, Wang Zhuo walked to the solid wood window,
Open the window to reveal the computer screen inside.
What is displayed on the computer is the real-time picture of the entire club including the entrance.
"Eighty percent of your attention has been on Jiang Lepei since I entered the house. What you hate is not the betrayal of the younger brother to the boss, but the betrayal of the son to the father."
Seeing Jiang Lepei lowering his head and saying nothing, Chen Ping'an took a deep breath and finally said dejectedly: "Even if you are right, what can you prove? Apart from watching an ethical show, what can you gain."
Wang Zhuo smiled and said: "Let's make a deal with you and make a friend by the way."
Chen Pingan and Jiang Lepei looked up at Wang Zhuo at the same time.
Wang Zhuo snapped his fingers and said to Chen Pingan: "Call the hospital where your son is."
Chen Ping'an looked confused at first, then seemed to think of something. He suddenly picked up his pistol and stood up, pointed it at Jiang Lepei and roared: "He is your brother!"
Jiang Lepei wanted to laugh, but when he pulled his swollen face, it hurt so much that he almost screamed. He fixed his gold-rimmed glasses on his face and said calmly: "His surname is Chen, and my surname is Jiang. Your surname is Chen, and my surname is Jiang. Although you are my elder
Dude, please don’t take advantage of me."
Chen Pingan took two quick steps and kicked Jiang Lepei down. Looking at Jiang Lepei's mocking eyes, Chen Pingan's finger could not pull the trigger.
"How about I help you?"
Chen Ping'an threw the gun at Jiang Lepei, hurriedly took out the medicine containing sublingual tablets from his coat pocket, put it in his mouth, and tightly covered his heart with his right hand.
After five or six minutes, Chen Ping'an picked up his cell phone and called his little brother.
After saying a few words, Chen Ping'an's livid face suddenly regained its color. He stared at Wang Zhuo and handed him the phone.
Wang Zhuo smiled and answered the phone. Duobao's voice came from inside and said: "Brother, it's solved. The two killers are holding foreign tutu guns and grenades in their hands. The scene is so exciting!"
Chutu... gun...
Several surreal black lines appeared on Wang Zhuo's forehead and he said: "Is the person alive?"
"With my little master here, it will be difficult for him to die. But I guessed half of it right. One killer is lurking outside pretending to be you, and the other is blaming Gao Qingyang. That bastard has a good brain, and he's got it all right.
One ring."
After chatting for a few more words, Wang Zhuo hung up the phone and said to Chen Pingan: "Okay, although I cut off your son's tongue, I heard that your son accidentally swallowed his tongue.
Has it been digested into the anus? Well, it’s not my fault that he became mute, it’s just that your son hasn’t been greedy for meat recently.”
Chen Ping'an smiled bitterly and said, "Are you addicted to sarcastic remarks about others?"
Wang Zhuodao: "Are you interested in doing business now?"
Chen Pingan nodded, picked up the phone again and ordered his subordinates. He spoke in Japanese, but Wang Zhuo couldn't understand a word. When Chen Pingan put down the phone, Wang Zhuocai asked with interest: "Japan also has slang?"
"It is not as broad and profound as China's martial arts world. This is a trend that has emerged from Taiwan in recent years." Chen Pingan said: "I have told the outside world that the death order against you has been terminated." After saying that, he stood up and bent at ninety degrees.
He bowed to Wang Zhuo and said, "Thank you for your kindness in not killing Quanzi and saving me. From now on, wherever there is a Fuming Group, you can control the strength of the group at will."
Wang Zhuo waved his hand and said: "Forget it, I don't sell drugs, and I rarely do things like murdering whole families recently."
Recently? Rarely done?
Chen Pingan said heartily, son, you are really cheating me to no end. What exactly did you get your father into? "I don't know what you need, I'll take care of it right away."
Wang Zhuodao: "If it's troublesome to fly back to China, we can also take a boat."
Chen Ping'an was already ready for a massive bloodletting. Hearing this, he was stunned, "That's it?"
Wang Zhuo looked directly at Chen Pingan and said, "What? You still want to keep me working for you?"
"If you can stay in the Fuming Group, you will not be disappointed in terms of material." Chen Ping'an was moved. Wang Zhuo and his sister who dressed in non-mainstream rural clothes may be the descendants of some sect, right? Baji
The door is still the Great Sage Pigua, or Wing Chun. In short, if they stay and use their inhuman force to unify the Japanese black, there is no telling.
Wang Zhuo thought for a while and said: "Forget it, I have time to join the underworld, so I might as well just rob the underworld. Besides, I have no good impressions of the Japanese or drugs."
Chen Pingan glanced at Wang Zhuo's clothes and whispered: "The Fuming Group also has regular companies, not to mention that most of the Fuming Group are Chinese and Chinese. The Fuming Group is not afraid of any trouble and will always welcome you."
Wang Zhuo was stunned and asked seriously: "What's the trouble?"
"From my perspective, having been in the world for more than 40 years, you must be an abandoned high-end agent from some country, and you are being hunted by your organization, right?"