Shi Zhong did not receive the news from Long Sheng that two people came to an entertainment city owned by him to cause trouble. This made Shi Zhong a little disappointed and a little wary. If the people from Ziyang Palace didn't show up for a day, then he would have to bear the burden for a day.
The heart can only be a thief for a thousand days, but there is no one who can prevent a thief for a thousand days. This gave Shi Zhong a headache.
I made a phone call and told Xu Zheng to contact him if there was any news about Ziyang Palace.
Night, whether in ancient times or in modern times with perfect legal systems, is always the time when dark forces rise, like insects waking up from hibernation, and this moment is also a good time to inquire about various gossips.
At the door of a coffee shop, a man wearing a gray windbreaker lowered the brim of his hat, looked around warily, then walked into the coffee shop, sat down at an empty seat, and ordered a latte.
"How's the news going?"
Suddenly, a voice came into the ears of the man in the trench coat, and the man in the trench coat said in a deep voice: "Things are not easy to handle. There have been too many things happening in Deep Sea City recently, and it is easy to be targeted!"
"I'm willing to double the original price!" A man in his thirties sitting back to back with the man in the trench coat opened his mouth. Opposite him sat an old man in a Chinese tunic suit, who was concentrating with his eyes closed. The coffee in front of the old man did not move at all.
move.
"There are a few strange faces who often stay with Long Sheng. They live in another entertainment city in Long Sheng. This is the address!" The man in the windbreaker stood up, quietly threw down a piece of paper, and then picked it up from the ground.
An envelope, bulging, probably contains thirty or fifty thousand yuan.
After the man in the trench coat left, the man in his thirties picked up the piece of paper, looked at it, and handed it respectfully to the old man opposite. The old man took the piece of paper, his eyes flashed, his hand was in a fist, and his fingers were squirming.
The piece became shattered.
"Master, do you want to do it tonight?" the man asked.
The old man nodded: "It's not too late to deal with this matter as soon as possible."
"Actually, it would be enough to send the disciples for this matter. Why did the master have to go down the mountain himself?" the man said.
"The death of your uncle Kong Cao and the injury of our uncle Wen Yu, the headmaster thinks it's a bit strange, so I asked me to come and check if someone is targeting Ziyang Palace?" the old man said.
"Anyone dares to target Ziyang Palace? The master master's flying sword." The man wanted to speak, but was stopped by the old man, "Be careful what you say outside!"
The man looked like he was being taught: "Yes, master!"
The man in the trench coat walked to a deserted place and took out a stack of money from the envelope. His face was as bright as a flower. However, before the count could be counted, several big men who had been ambushing him rushed out from the alley next to him. Long Sheng
One of his cronies led the team in person, looked at the man in the trench coat gloomily, and shouted: "Take them away!"
"Oh? People in Ziyang Palace can't help it anymore?" At the mahjong table, Shi Zhong heard Long Sheng's call to tell him the news, so he happened to grab a nine-song card and said happily: "I'll pay four thousand per person!"
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What we are playing is authentic Chinese mahjong, but the game is a bit big, with one thousand strokes.
Jiheiro murmured and counted the last bit of money in his hand. In the end, except for one RMB, he gave the rest to Shi Zhong. He was stunned with a smile. He didn't lose, on the contrary, he won a little bit.
Spending money, Shi Zhong said to Ferretti opposite: "I understand accounting!"
Ferretti opened his mouth, nodded helplessly, and dragged himself, a person who didn't know how to play mahjong, to him. Isn't this obvious blackmail? He lost half a million in one afternoon. Although he didn't care about such a small amount of money, he always lost money.
It's a frustrating thing, isn't it?
"Mr. Shi, we learned that someone paid money to inquire about you. We have arrested that person. Do we need to take him to your side?" Long Sheng said. He seemed even more fawning towards Shi Zhong. He had already arrested him.
After receiving the news, the main target of this anti-gang operation was changed to Xiaodao Gui, which made Long Sheng feel in awe and could only worship the great god Shi Zhong.
Half an hour later, when a person was dragged out of the basement screaming, Tie Jun walked in and whispered a few words in Shi Zhong's ear. Shi Zhong's eyes lit up and he said, "Have you found their traces?"
Tie Jun nodded and said: "Yes, one of them has extremely strong qi and blood. I won't admit that feeling!" A trace of peacefulness appeared on his face.
Shi Zhong nodded and then remembered that the hatred between him and Ziyang Palace started because of the Tiejun, and for the "Foundation Building Dao Chapter", but Ziyang Palace didn't know that he was the recipient of the "Foundation Building Dao Chapter".
He just thought that the burning of the Ziyang Gymnasium in the capital and the death of a disciple of the inner sect were related to him.
"Tie Jun, come with me!" Shi Zhong greeted and walked out, then told Da Leng and Er Leng, "You two accompany Ferretti to dinner. Remember, his safety is the first priority!" He glanced at
Eye Kiheira, "Take good care of my black and white whirlwind!"
"Woo"
Black Tornado was better, but White Tornado was biting Shi Zhong's trousers, making Shi Zhong helpless and forgetting that Tibetan Mastiffs are extremely devoted to their owners, even if this Tibetan Mastiff has an extraordinary origin.
"Don't worry, I'll be back soon. You have to be good!" Shi Zhong picked up Bai Xuanfeng, comforted him, and slipped out of the stone room before Black Xuanfeng had time to protest.
"Let's go, dog brothers, I'll take you to pick up girls. Your master doesn't want you anymore. From now on, follow me to enjoy the hot and spicy food!" Jihirang said to Black Tornado and White Tornado.
In a Western restaurant, looking at Tie Jun's skilled hands, Shi Zhong said: "You seem to be very knowledgeable about Western food?"
Tie Jun wiped his mouth and said: "Actually, more than half of my life is abroad. After all, there are more tasks abroad. There is no peace at home, and there is not much oil and water!"
Shi Zhong nodded, his eyes drifting out of the glass, directly towards a bar opposite: "When do you think they will come?"
Tie Jun's eyes flashed with flames of hatred, but he still said in a calm tone: "The best time is probably in the early morning, but they are not professional killers and have no research on these. I guess they will come around eleven o'clock!"
He glanced at Shi Zhong and asked, "Boss, since we have discovered their traces, why don't we come to the door ourselves and have to wait for them to come by themselves?"
"Haha, it's a lot of trouble to come to our door. What should we do if we scare them away? Later, we have to be 'scared away' by them. This is a busy city, not a good place to kill people!" Shi Zhong chuckled.
Tie Jun nodded. It seemed that the boss planned to kill them all. If they started fighting in a busy city, he would be wary. He would lead them to a place with fewer people later and it would be much easier to take action.
"Okay, we also went into the bar to have fun. If we don't act like it, how could they be fooled!" Shi Zhong stood up, Tie Jun nodded, followed Shi Zhong into the bar opposite, and ordered two glasses of wine. Shi Zhong stood up and Tie Jun nodded.
He smiled and said, "I've only heard of people needing to drink for fun. I wonder if anyone else has tried killing people for fun?"
Tie Jun was speechless at the boss's nonsense. Is the boss already confident to this extent? Don't overturn the boat in the gutter and get drunk while drinking. After all, your opponent should not be underestimated. Although he is confident, he is also
I dare not say that I can compete with Chen Hong.
Chen Hong was one of the two elders in charge of Ziyang Palace. One of them, Kong Cao, had long been cremated by Shi Zhong.
Shi Zhong never thought that one day he would personally experience the essence of the saying "What should come does not come, what should not come does come." When he saw Prajna Wheel King dressed as a monk in Tibetan robes walking in from the door and
While looking around, Shi Zhong thought to himself: Damn it!
Although Shi Zhong dodged a little, Prajna Wheel King immediately spotted Shi Zhong's figure and walked towards Shi Zhong.
Tie Jun also noticed the abnormality on Shi Zhong's face. He followed Shi Zhong's eyes and saw a lama in his forties wearing red monk robes and said: "Boss, I seem to be here for you!"
Shi Zhong nodded and smiled bitterly: "I have some disputes with this monk. I didn't expect him to come to my door tonight."
"Do you want me to send him away?" Tie Jun whispered.
"I can't get rid of him!" Shi Zhong shook his head. If he could get rid of this old monk, he would have done so long ago.
"Amitabha, Stone Donor, the Buddha guides us to meet again!" Prajna Wheel King nodded to the stone clock kindly.
"Master, my boss has personal matters to deal with now, please leave!" Tie Jun's stiff voice sounded, and he stretched out his hand to block the way of Prajna Wheel King.
Shi Zhong wanted to stop him, but he thought about it and let Tie Jun see the old monk's strength to avoid offending him later.
Prajna Wheel King is not a good-tempered person. Over the years, Shi Zhong was the first person he smiled at. When he saw Tie Jun blocking his way, he clasped his hands and bowed forward slightly: "Amitabha!"
Tie Jun only felt a vast and irresistible majestic force coming overwhelmingly from the monk's body, "thump thump thump". Although Tie Jun tried his best to mobilize all his energy and blood to resist, he still took five steps back. The "Amitabha" was even more powerful.
It felt like there was thunder in my ears and my head felt dizzy. Then I looked to the side. The people in the bar were still drinking, chatting and dancing. It was as if I had heard the Buddha's name just now. I looked up with shock on my face.
, is this lama still a human being?
"Congratulations, Master, for your great improvement in cultivation!" Shi Zhong said with a smile.
King Prajna Chakra sat down unceremoniously, with an unkind look on his face, and said: "Not everyone can challenge my patience, Lord Buddha!"
"Master, your Dharma is boundless. My subordinate just wants to experience the master's magical power. It seems that the master has recently studied Buddhism and gained a lot!" Shi Zhong said, really afraid of this old monk.
Tie Jun listened on the sidelines and felt that this monk looked like a gangster, and his words were not as dignified as he had just been.
"You don't have to fool the Buddha here. I came to you. I have something to discuss with you in detail. This is not the place to talk about things. Let's change places!" King Prajna Chakra said.
Shi Zhong looked embarrassed: "But, I really have something important to do."
The old monk's face suddenly became ugly: "What is more important than talking to Lord Buddha?" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab Shi Zhong's shoulder.
"Master, why do you have to force others to make things difficult? Some things really cannot be delayed. I hope Master can forgive me!" Shi Zhong stood up with a gloomy face, and a force came out from his shoulders, flicking away the hand of the King of Prajna Chakra.
Feeling the blazing heat in the palm of his hand, Prajna Chakravartin had a look of surprise on his face. We haven't seen each other for a few months. When did this little guy in front of me have such powerful strength? (To be continued. If you like this work,
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