Wen Zheng sat on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth. Under the dim ambient light, he hugged the scantily clad young woman on his left and right.
He accepted their drinks with a look of enjoyment on his face, raising and lowering his hands from time to time, feeling so uncomfortable and happy...
"Oh, Brother Wen Zheng, you are so bad!"
The young woman put down the cup in her hand and poked Wen Zheng's chest with her finger: "Look, you've killed the clothes on his chest."
"Are you wet?"
Wen Zheng raised his eyebrows when he heard this, looked at the young woman's chest with a squinting look, and reached out to hook her collar:
"Come, let me check!"
"You are so bad!"
The young woman complained sweetly, trying to welcome him but refusing. Just when Wen Zheng was about to proceed, the light in the private room was suddenly turned on.
"Grass!"
Wen Zheng raised his hand to block the sudden bright light, narrowed his eyes involuntarily, frowned and looked at the door:
"The Yan family shovel, who is so fucking blind?"
By the time he got used to the bright light and could see clearly ahead, several people had already walked up to him.
In the eyes.
Luo Tianhong, who has a blue three-quarter hairdo, is particularly conspicuous. Next to him is Wu Fei, who is wearing a suit.
Behind them are several horse boys wearing tight vests.
"Crack!"
Luo Tianhong stepped on the card table, raised his hand and slapped Wen Zheng on the head with great force.
"Fuck!"
Wen Zheng cursed subconsciously and tried to stand up from his seat as soon as he put his hands on the sofa.
"Crack!"
Luo Tianhong raised his hand again and slapped Wen Zheng back, who was about to stand up, twice in a row. His right face was red and slightly swollen.
In the private room.
Wen Zheng's three horsemen were restrained by Wu Ying's men before they had time to react, and the situation settled down without causing any trouble.
"Scream again?!"
Luo Tianhong stepped on the card table and looked down at Wen Zheng. Under the blue bangs hanging down from his forehead, his eyes were sharp and oppressive.
Wen Zheng gritted his teeth and looked at them, then looked at the door of the private room where no one came in, and fell silent.
The two waitresses beside him were so frightened that they screamed and immediately distanced themselves from Wen Zheng, squatting down in the corner with their hands on their heads:
"It's none of my business, it's none of my business, we don't know anything, please let us go!"
"Tsk tsk."
Wuying glanced at the young woman squatting in the corner, and looked at Wen Zheng sideways: "Not bad, Wen Zheng, you had a lot of fun."
He waved his hand and motioned for his men to clear out all the people in the private room.
"Say it."
Wen Zheng's face was gloomy, he covered his burning right cheek and said coldly: "What do you want to do?!"
"What do we want to do?"
Wuying stepped in front of Wen Zheng, stepped on the card platform, bent forward and looked at him:
"Let me talk to you about the Ni family. Ni Kun is dead. Isn't there going to be some movement from you guys soon?!"
"Ni Kun?"
After Wen Zheng's expression was stunned for a moment, he frowned and said, "Do you also want to participate in the Ni family's affairs?"
"Okay, how do you want to talk about it?"
He sniffed and raised his hand to touch the cigarettes on the table: "But if you want to talk about this matter, ask Ji Bu to come out and talk to me!"
Naturally, they had heard a little bit about what happened between Ji Bu and Han Chen, and he had also heard about the reputations of Luo Tianhong and A Ji.
"Crack!"
Luo Tianhong raised his hand and slapped him again, knocking away the cigarette case that Wen Zheng had just picked up. He stepped on the card table and kicked out his right foot, knocking him down on the sofa.
"What are you thinking about?"
He picked up the toothpick box on the card table, shook out one and put it into his mouth. With the tip of his tongue moving, the toothpick moved left and right in his mouth, with a look of disdain on his face:
"What the hell is your role? Boss Ji comes out to talk to you? Are you worthy of having a face-to-face conversation with him?!"
"The two of us came to you to give you face!"
Wen Zheng gritted his teeth speechlessly. Although he was unwilling to do so, he was helpless and full of incompetence and rage.
Fight, you can be killed instantly by this vegetable chopping guy.
Don't fight, I'm not convinced.
"good!"
Wen Zheng nodded reluctantly, clenching his teeth and the masseter muscles on both sides of his cheeks were obvious, and he had no choice but to accept the reality:
"Tell me, what do you want?!"
"What do we want?"
Wuying asked back, and then continued: "It's very simple. Ni Kun is dead. If nothing else happens, Han Chen will organize you to oppose the Ni family and encourage you not to give in to the Ni family anymore."
"..."
Wen Zheng's heart thumped, and he subconsciously raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Fei: "That's impossible."
"What you have to do is temporarily betray the enemy and submit to the Ni family."
Wuying talked eloquently and stated his needs: "Your task is so simple, do you have any questions?!"
"Are you crazy or am I crazy?!"
Wen Zheng subconsciously wanted to stand up and talk, but Luo Tianhong glared at him and he could only sit back in his seat obediently:
"It's impossible, you said it. Ni Kun is dead. Who did it? It's definitely not me. Even if Gandhi gave him the courage, he wouldn't dare. If the nigger is dead, it's even more impossible for Guohua to do this.
!”
"Han Chen is also loyal to the Ni family. No one will do this. Now that Ni Kun is dead, there must be others."
"Although I don't know who they are, their goal is definitely to go to the Ni family. If you ask me to tell you, don't you want me to die?!"
He spoke very quickly and recounted his guesses in one breath.
"Tsk"
Wuying frowned impatiently: "You don't seem to understand what I'm saying. Han Chen arranged for Ni Kun to be killed. Do you understand?!"
"Han Chen?!"
Wen Zheng's eyes widened and he looked at him in disbelief: "Impossible! Han Chen."
"I'm not interested in telling you so much!"
Wuying raised his hand and interrupted Wen Zheng directly: "You will know how things develop when the time comes. If nothing else happens, Han Chen will find you guys to talk to him soon."
"What you have to do is to temporarily betray the enemy and give the Ni family the benefit of the doubt. It's that simple!"
"..."
Wen Zheng's lips twitched and he looked at Wuying without saying anything.
"Pop."
Wuying raised his hand and patted it, and immediately the door of the private room was pushed open, and a man with blood on his head was dragged in and thrown directly to the ground.
Ma Zai knelt down on the ground with a thud, lowered his head with flashing eyes and did not dare to look at Wen Zheng.
"Two months ago."
The corner of Wuying's mouth was slightly raised, showing a playful smile: "A batch of goods was lost at Gandhi's place. More than three million yuan of goods were robbed halfway, and they have not been found yet."
"Wen Zheng, do you know where this batch of goods is?!"
"Fight on the street!"
Wen Zheng's eyes averted, and he turned his head to the side with an unnatural expression on his face: "Gandhi's goods are lost, how do I, Wen Zheng, know where they are?"
"Haha, it doesn't matter if you don't know."
Wuying raised his eyebrows and looked at Wen Zheng: "I think your horse knows where this batch of goods is, right?!"
He raised his foot and kicked Ma Zai who was kneeling on the ground: "Here, tell your boss where Gandhi's goods have gone."
"We were robbed!"
Ma Zai's body was trembling, and he spoke quickly: "It's Wen Zheng. Wen Zheng instructed us to rob Gandhi's goods. I'm the person in charge. The goods are still parked in Wen Zheng's warehouse and no action has been taken."
Woolen cloth!"
Finished.
He raised his head and looked at Wen Zheng: "Boss, don't blame me. If I didn't say they would beat me to death, you really can't blame me!"
"Drag it down!"
Wuying waved his hand, and the private room became quiet again. He stepped in front of Wen Zheng, bent down and stretched out his hand to smooth Wen Zheng's collar:
"If you don't do it, I will tell Gandhi about this now. If you eat his goods, I think Gandhi will be very interested in killing you!"
"Pop."
He raised his hand and patted Wen Zheng's face: "I'll kill you! Do you think Gandhi will touch you?! Hahaha."
Finished.
Wuying stepped outside and said, "Tianhong, let's go."
Luo Tianhong looked at Wen Zheng and raised his hand again to slap him. Wen Zheng shivered in fright and subconsciously raised his hand to block his head.
"Pounce on the street."
Luo Tianhong sneered disdainfully and left.
"Oh shit!"
Wen Zheng gritted his teeth and looked at the private room door that slowly closed, his face gloomy.
door.
"Boss, are you okay?"
Ma Zai rushed in from the outside and looked at Wen Zheng: "Let me tell you, if I hadn't been threatened by them just now, I would have been the first to take out a gun and shoot their heads off!"
"Cum, cum on your mother's head!"
Wen Zheng picked up the glass ashtray on the card table and threw it at Ma Zai, yelling:
"Damn it, my body will be cold by the time you come to save me!"
"..."
Ma Zai jumped away immediately. Looking at Wen Zheng, whose right cheek was red and slightly swollen, he couldn't help but want to laugh but couldn't. His expression was weird.
"Roll, roll, roll!"
Wen Zheng didn't bother to argue with his street boy, and waved his hand impatiently: "Call those two girls in!"
"I'm very angry now!"
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The next morning.
Repulse Bay.
Ji Bu opened his eyes, climbed out of bed, and stretched lazily against the bedside table.
beside.
Yang Koko turned to her side and was sleeping soundly. She didn't have to go to work today and it was too late at night.
The lotus-white arm stretched out from the quilt and rested on Ji Bu's body, and his long eyelashes trembled from time to time.
Ji Bu got down from the bed lightly, dressed and washed briefly, then went to the outer courtyard.
Gate.
Wuying was waiting at the door. When he saw Ji Bu, he showed a sly smile: "Boss, how is your waist?!"
"Get out!"
Ji Bu rolled his eyes and opened the door: "Pushing, what are you doing here so early in the morning?"
"Isn't this bringing breakfast to you and Sister Kou Kou?"
Wuying picked up the two big bags he was carrying: "You need to have a good breakfast. The chef we specially found will make the beef whip soup for you overnight. Drink it while it's hot!"
"Fight on the street!"
Ji Bu raised his hand to take the breakfast: "I'll never die if I drink this soup so early in the morning."
Carrying breakfast into the house, Yang Koko had already woken up.
After she finished washing, the two of them sat at the dining table and ate breakfast.
"Here."
Ji Bu pushed Tingzi porridge in front of Yang Koko: "Eat this, it's light."
"What's this?"
Yang Koko looked at the various breakfast dishes in front of her, and her eyes fell on an unopened lunch box in the bag:
"Why don't you open it? You bought too much?"
"No."
Ji Bu shook his head with sweat on his forehead: "Hurry up and have your breakfast. After that, I have to go out to do some work."
"Okay."
Yang Koko shrugged and didn't ask any more questions.
After breakfast.
Ji Bu took his coat and went out. Before going out, Yang Koko hung it on his body and refused to let go. After a while, Ji Bu went out, opened the car door and got in.
"alright?"
Wuying sat in the driver's seat and glanced at Ji Bu who was fastening his seat belt: "Don't be in a hurry. There is nothing important today. I can wait."
"drive!"
Ji Bu rolled his eyes, raised his hand to roll down the window, took out a cigarette and lit it: "How did things go last night?"
"It's all done."
Wuying made a report quickly: "Wen Zheng and Gandhi have already settled the matter. If nothing else happens, the matter will be settled."
"very good."
Ji Bu nodded with satisfaction and asked, "How is the Ni family's situation now?"
"That's it."
Wuying controlled the steering wheel with his palm and talked eloquently: "After Ni Kun died, the Ni family has not been very peaceful."
"His eldest son and second daughter have returned to the Ni family villa and are handling Ni Kun's funeral affairs. As for the younger son, I heard that they are flying back."
At this point, he paused: "By the way, I heard that the Ni family is planning to let their youngest son Ni Yongxiao take over the management. The eldest son is idle and unable to do anything."
"Ni Yongxiao?!"
Ji Bu murmured to himself, and his mind couldn't help but think of Ni Yongxiao, who looked elegant in glasses and a shirt.
"In this way, you investigate and give me detailed information about Ni Yongxiao, and also take a good look at the Ni family's background."
"OK."
Wuying nodded, looked at Jibu who was frowning thoughtfully and smoking, and stopped interrupting.
Logically speaking, the Ni family is just a gangster society. No matter how big it is, it will only be so big.
Is it true that Han Chen spent so much effort to bring down the Ni family, even going as far as to kill Ni Kun, just to control the power of the Ni family, take over his territory and become a new talker?!
Is there any other purpose?
This is a place very worthy of consideration.
"Right."
Jibu thought of this and once again told Wuying: "Check the legitimate business of the Ni family and give me all the business information."
"Also, find a suitable time to make an appointment with Ni Yongxiao for me. I have to talk to him in person."
"The right time?"
Wuying whispered in a low voice, and then nodded: "Okay, I understand, boss."
"Right."
Ji Bu shook the cigarette ashes: "What's going on over there with Han Chen?"
"Han Chen didn't make any movement."
Wuying reported quickly: "Except for going to the funeral home on the day of the accident and showing up, I have never been to the Ni family again."
"Not only is this true for him, but also for the other two speakers, except Gandhi who has not returned from Australia."
"hehe."
Ji Bu narrowed his eyes: "Next step, you should unite the three major talkers to rebel against the Ni family."
"Tsk tsk."
Wuying couldn't help but clicked his tongue and glanced sideways at Ji Bu, who was sitting in the passenger seat: "Boss, I'm a little curious about how you predicted Han Chen's actions in advance."
The two moves of subduing Gandhi and instigating rebellion against Wen Zheng can be said to be a pre-emptive strike without anyone noticing.
If Ji Bu hadn't arranged for him to investigate several of their interlocutors in advance, he wouldn't have been able to get so many clues in advance, and there would have been no instigation to rebel against Gandhi and Wen Zheng.
"Let's guess each other."
Ji Bu nodded his head and said lightly: "Just think about it and you'll get it."
"Work harder and go to the ocean to meet Brother Kun."
"good."
Press the accelerator, and the car will drive quickly on the highway.
…
The other side.
The main entrance of the police station.
North District Superintendent Aibute came out and bumped into Yau Tsim District Chief Superintendent Ma Bili at the corner as he was about to come in. The documents he was holding fell to the floor.
"Sorry!"
Abt made a regretful expression and bent down to help him pick up the documents on the ground:
"Old man, long time no see."
"Um."
Mabili nodded and bent down to pick it up as well: "Let's go to my office for a cup of coffee?"
"Another day."
Abt smiled and shook his head: "Let's play golf together another day."
"Alright."
Obviously, these two ghost guys are very familiar with each other and have a good relationship.
"Um?"
Abut just reached out to pick up the documents on the ground, and suddenly looked at the photos and names Zhihua and Miao on the documents. His expression was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't help but take a second look.
last night.
When meeting Ji Bu, Ji Bu specifically mentioned Miao Zhihua, saying that Tsim Sha Tsui Chief Inspector Miao Zhihua had a good relationship with him.
It's an order.
He picked up the document and said casually: "Is this person going to be transferred from Yau Tsim Mong?"
It is said to be a transfer order, but in fact it is an exile.
"Um."
Mabili nodded: "It was just submitted this morning."
He took the document and asked casually: "Do you know him?"
"Um"
Aibte nodded and smiled: "Not only do we know each other, but we have a good relationship. We just had dinner together two days ago. This person is quite good."
"ah?"
Mabili was stunned for a moment and glanced at him with raised eyebrows. There was a bit of surprise in his eyes, and his tone was playful: "I rarely see you praising the Chinese police."
"Hahaha"
Abt smiled and nodded: "He must be adjusted? What does it mean above?"
Then he sighed and said: "When I think about it, it will be difficult for us to drink whiskey together if he is too far away from me in the future."
"Hahaha, my old buddy."
Mabili smiled and patted his shoulder: "Okay, I know what's going on."
"Hahaha, then I'll thank you in advance."
Abt raised his hand and looked at his watch: "Friday, let's have a drink together on Friday night?"
"certainly."
Mabili nodded with deep understanding: "Bring out that bottle of good wine that you have collected, don't keep it as a treasure anymore."
"no problem."
The two chatted casually for a few more words, and then left.
upstairs.
Maibili entered the office and took out a pen to start the approval process. When it was Miao Zhihua's turn to arrange the transfer order, he directly rejected it and signed and sealed it.