Guilixiong suddenly turned around, staring at Ji Bu with a slightly heavy breathing, and his tone was a little colder:
"Young man, you are so powerful, aren't you afraid of walking at night?"
The threat is palpable.
"Brother Xiong."
Ji Bu, however, ignored him at all and continued: "Two choices, whichever you choose, it's up to you."
now.
Silence is better than sound.
No answer is the best answer.
For a while.
The two looked at each other and neither spoke.
Lin Kun sat back in his seat leisurely, crossed his legs and looked at the two of them, lit a cigarette and smoked it, as if all this had nothing to do with him.
It has to be several seconds.
"Okay, you are amazing, you are powerful!"
Guilixiong looked at Ji Bu, who was looking at him, showing no timidity at all, and abandoned him directly to look at Lin Kun sitting behind him:
"Brother Kun, your leading horse is so powerful. He dares to challenge me, Guili Xiong."
"Haha, brother Xiong deserves the prize."
Lin Kun shook his head with a disapproving expression, and flicked the cigarette ashes quickly with his fingers: "Brother Xiong, you don't have to pay attention to him."
"Abu, this kid is flamboyant in his work and speaks harsh words. He is just a kid playing in the mud. There is no need to worry about him."
He took a puff of his cigarette, rested his elbows on the table, and said casually as if he was telling something embarrassing about Ji Bu:
"Brother Xiong, let me tell you, young men like them like to say harsh words in order to gain a position and to show themselves in front of the big guys. Just listen to them."
A simple sentence said with extraordinary smoothness.
Lin Kun's seemingly casual behavior undoubtedly gave Guilixiong a signal:
It's up to you to decide. If Ji Bu is brave enough to touch you, you'll know by trying it yourself.
To be more straightforward:
You Guilixiong, I, Lin Kun, don’t even pay attention to you.
otherwise.
It was impossible for Lin Kun to let him wait for him in Yuanyang all morning and sit on the bench all morning.
"Brother Xiong decides for himself."
Lin Kun shrugged innocently and stopped talking.
"you"
The expression on Guilixiong's face darkened, and he stared blankly at Lin Kun, who was sitting directly in front of him.
"Hua Zai!"
Ji Bu looked at Guili Xiong, who had been silent, and shouted out loud with anger: "Arrange for someone to send Brother Xiong off."
The door to the private room was pushed open immediately.
door.
Guilixiong's two men who were originally responsible for standing at the door had long gone without knowing where they were.
As for where he went, it is already self-evident.
Andy was standing at the door, followed by Wu Fei and Ah Ji who was applying lotion on his face.
"yo"
The crowfly has a typical stinging head. After seeing the golden leopard, he sneered unceremoniously:
"Isn't this Brother Bao? How can you eat a meal and eat a hole in your head?"
"you"
Just as Jinbao was about to speak, he saw Wuying put his hand on his slightly bulging waist.
"how?"
Wu Fei gave Jin Bao a cold look, and Jin Bao immediately stopped.
"hehe."
When Guilixiong saw the three people waiting at the door, he finally understood what was going on, and he laughed angrily:
"Okay, very good. So this is Brother Kun's way of hospitality."
Speaking of which.
He stepped back to the dining table, pulled out a stool and sat down, staring at Lin Kun: "Brother Kun, haven't you already arranged this? Why are you asking me?"
"I said that Abu is now in charge of the accounting company's affairs."
Lin Kun didn't even look at Guilixiong: "You can talk about things between you yourself. What does it have to do with me, Lin Kun?"
"good!"
Guilixiong clenched his teeth and couldn't say a word. He turned to look at Ji Bu and said angrily:
"Brother, if you dare to be a trap for me, come on, let's discuss Miao Tang's accounts however you want."
"This is the best thing."
Ji Bu returned to his seat with a smile: "Since Brother Xiong is willing to give me some face, that's the best thing."
"What do you want to talk about!"
Guilixiong repeated it expressionlessly.
"Brother Xiong, you are wrong again."
Ji Bu shook his head, sighed and denied, "This is a matter between you and Miao Zhihua. I only got involved because of Jin Bao's attack."
"You can discuss matters between you yourself. What does it have to do with me, Ji Bu?!",
He smiled and took out the cigarette and handed it to Guili Xiong: "Brother Xiong, don't blame me. I, Ji Bu, always know right from wrong when doing things."
"You can talk about your matters among yourselves. I'll just do my part."
Talking room.
Ji Bu got up and went to the phone nearby and dialed a number. It didn't take long for him to get through.
"Is this Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station?!"
Ji Buyan said a few concise and concise words before hanging up the phone, then returned to his seat and started smoking:
"Wait, then."
The private room suddenly fell into a brief silence.
A few minutes later.
"Brother Xiong, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
Lin Kun raised his hand and looked at his watch. He estimated that Miao Zhihua should have arrived, so he got up and left first. When he left, he didn't forget to tell him:
"Again, although Abu is my disciple, you don't have to give me face. If he makes you unhappy, you should blame him..."
This sentence is really a great irony.
These words were extremely harsh in Guilixiong's ears. He, Guilixiong, had been on the road for so many years, but he didn't expect to be held down by Lin Kun's leader today.
In the private room.
Only Ji Bu, Guili Xiong and Jin Bao were left.
ten minutes later.
Miao Zhihua opened the door of the private room and walked in.
"hehe."
Miao Zhihua first glanced at the three people sitting in the private room, then came to Guilixiong with a smile, looked at him first, then pulled out a stool and sat down:
"Not bad, it seems I have found the right person."
His eyes fell on Ji Bu: "Boy, your ways are very wild. Brother Xiong appears in front of me so quickly."
"Or do you think you have a good relationship?"
"how?!"
Ji Bu glanced sideways at Miao Zhihua: "Sir Miao, do you still want to thank me?"
He pointed at Guilixiong: "Let me tell you first, this matter has nothing to do with me. I have done what I should do. Just don't look for me again in the future."
"I thank you, can you bear it?"
Miao Zhihua showed a disdainful expression and sneered: "You are a bad boy. If I want to strangle you to death, it will be like strangling an ant. Do you understand?"
"Okay, you are awesome!"
Ji Bu's face turned cold, he gritted his teeth and stood up from his seat, then went to smoke on the sofa nearby.
"Lose!"
Miao Zhihua looked at Ji Bu and cursed, then his eyes fell on Guilixiong:
"Brother Xiong, how much money does my nephew owe you? Can we talk about it?"
"hehe."
Gui Lixiong moved his neck and said with a loud voice: "Miao Tang owes me money, so he can go out and talk to me."
