When Yu Ziqing and He Muliu left the room together, the room exploded.
Feng Yurong and others had completely lost interest in playing cards. If it weren't for the old man Luo Changyang's desperate suppression, Feng Yurong and other young people would have secretly followed him out and started working as paparazzi instead.
Words such as room opening, adultery, adulterer and adulterous one-night stand, wolf in sheep's clothing, etc. echoed in the room.
But we can’t blame them for their wild thoughts. “Lip prints, early morning, a man and a woman alone, you are young, and I am beautiful.” These things that usually indicate that something is going to happen are all put together. Even a fool will start to think wildly.
When Feng Yurong and others were developing various versions of conjectures in the room, and discussing how to use torture to extract a confession when Yu Ziqing came back, Yu Ziqing and He Muliu left the hotel and rushed to Causeway Bay by car.
Just when He Muliu returned to the hotel, she received a call from Zhang Changjin. The voice on the other end of the phone was not Zhang Changjin's but that of the white-haired boy. The content of the call was to invite her and Yu Ziqing to reunite in Causeway Bay.
Of course, they can choose to call the police or not go, but it is difficult to say whether Zhang Changjin will be safe and sound, and whether their group will be able to leave Hong Kong smoothly.
"The name of the young man with dyed white hair is Zeng Quanli. Everyone on the street calls him Brother Baimao. I just asked an acquaintance to find out. This Brother Baimao is quite powerful in the Causeway Bay area. He has forty or fifty men under his command."
He Muliu was worried and Zhongzhong said
Yu Ziqing smiled and patted He Muliu's hand and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."
"But they are local snakes, and there are so many of them
"If I say it's okay, nothing will happen." Yu Ziqing interrupted He Muliu's words and said in a deep voice, with unquestionable confidence and majesty in his voice.
"But I'm really scared." He Muliu held Yu Ziqing's hand tightly with his backhand, as if he felt much safer like this.
Yu Ziqing let He Muliu hold his hand tightly and turned to look out the window, his expression a little cold.
Some people are born not to shed tears until they see the coffin. Yu Ziqing has given the white-haired boy and others a chance, but they don't know how to advance or retreat.
The car soon arrived at the appointed place in a dark alley. At the end of the alley was a wine shop.
The alley was full of people, all holding tools in their hands, including iron rods and watermelon knives. It looked a bit like something from the movie "Young and Dangerous"
Those who took advantage of them were mainly young people in their twenties, and there were also seven or eight older boys who looked like middle school students.
As soon as Yu Ziqing and He Muliu entered the alley, they surrounded them. The long knives and iron rods shone coldly in the dim light.
He Muliu had never seen such a scene before. No matter how strong she was, she was so scared that her teeth were chattering, and she was holding on to the corner of Yu Ziqing's clothes with one hand.
Among the crowd was Zeng Quanli, the white-haired brother who was wearing a bandage and could leak when his mouth was opened. Next to him was the trembling Zhang Changjin. At this time, Zeng Quanli was staring at Yu Ziqing with eyes filled with hatred.
After being on the road for so long, although it is inevitable to suffer losses, it was the first time in my life that I was beaten so hard by a gentle and fair young man that I almost wet my pants like today.
"I can't tell, you really dare to come. Yes, you have some guts." Zeng Quan swallowed hard, moistened his dry throat, and said arrogantly, as if he was ready to eat Yu Ziqing. It's a pity
When he opened his mouth, he revealed a dark door, and his words were leaky. He was like a clown, and he didn't have the majesty of a mafia boss at all.
Yu Ziqing's eyes swept across the seven or eight young-looking faces, and finally landed on Zeng Quanli's face. He said disdainfully: "Brother Bai Mao is? Very good, really good." There was a hint of chess on his face as he said that.
Weird sneer
This weird sneer made Zeng Quanli's hair stand on end. He couldn't help but think of what happened not long ago, that lifeless look in his eyes, and he suddenly regretted why he still provoked this cruel and cold-blooded pretty boy.
Unfortunately, it was already too late. Zeng Quanli could only feel his eyes blurred. A black shadow flashed like a ghost under the dim light. Then his breathing was stagnant. He didn't know when a hand as cold and hard as an iron pincer had hit his neck.
Locked
There were bursts of exclamations all around, followed by voices saying, "Let Brother Baimao go, let go of our boss!"
Yu Ziqing clasped the neck of Zeng Quanli, who had already rolled his eyes, and returned to He Muliu's side at an incredible speed. Then he let go, and Zeng Quanli collapsed to the ground, covering his neck with both hands and coughing violently.
But while Zeng Quanli was still coughing violently, Yu Ziqing stepped on his face, stared at him coldly, and said in an almost cold and calm voice: "I remember I gave you a chance to apologize.
I didn’t expect that you don’t know how to cherish it.”
As he spoke, Yu Ziqing raised his head and glanced around coldly. However, when his eyes swept across the seven or eight faces that were still tender, he sighed secretly in his heart.
Even if there are more than a hundred people tonight, he can release them all without any effort. Do you really want to cry? I'm afraid that tonight, Yu Ziqing will gather the famous gangster team bamboo in Hong Kong and say that he really wants to use it.
Bloody methods, looking at these big boys who went astray and survived, Yu Ziqing felt a little unbearable.
But if things are not completely settled, Yu Ziqing will inevitably worry about the employees of the Institute of Geology and Mineral Resources.
Boy, if you dare, kill me and I'll tell you that even if you kill me, you won't be able to escape." Zeng Quanli finally gave up in front of so many younger brothers, showing a trace of his ruthlessness that had been wandering around the world. It was just his last threatening words that still exposed him.
out of his inner fear
Yu Ziqing crushed his face with his foot and glanced at him disdainfully. Wanting to kill him was as simple as strangling an ant to Yu Ziqing. However, the Ma Chai number 40 or 50 around here was a problem. He couldn't really kill him.
I'm going to kill him and make him bleed like a river.
Seeing that Yu Ziqing didn't hum, Zeng Quanli thought that Yu Ziqing was suppressed by his words, and hurriedly said: "You can let me go now, or else,"
"Otherwise, what?" Yu Ziqing was enraged by Zeng Quanli's words. He raised his foot and stepped on his stomach hard. Zeng Quanli was immediately speechless.
Although He Muliu felt a little relieved after seeing Yu Ziqing eating Zeng Quanli to death, he was still extremely nervous. He glanced at the densely packed gangsters around him with wary eyes, not knowing how to end it next.
"Have Director He ever heard of Bai Wenhe?" Yu Ziqing suddenly remembered the middle-aged man he met in Disneyland and asked casually.
He Muliu was extremely nervous. When he saw Yu Ziqing suddenly asking about Bai Wenhe, he felt extremely strange. Zeng Quanli's body trembled obviously.
"I've heard that he is a rich man in Hong Kong worth at least tens of billions," He Muliu replied with doubts on his face.
He Muliu didn't say anything, but Yu Ziqing understood from Zeng Quanli's reaction and some of the situations he encountered in Poshini that the white text and background were by no means simple.
"Brother Baimao, let me borrow your phone." Yu Ziqing squatted down and took out a mobile phone from Zeng Quanli's pocket, and said with a smile.
Yu Ziqing's smile gave Zeng Quanli a very bad feeling and he couldn't help but asked tremblingly: "What are you going to do?"
"Nothing, just making a phone call." Yu Ziqing replied with a smile. As he spoke, under everyone's surprised and puzzled eyes, he dialed a series of numbers.
"Which one?"
The call went through, and Bai Wenhe's calm and dignified voice came from the other end of the phone. Obviously, the mobile phone number of a small boss like Brother Baimao couldn't be entered into the memory card of Bai Wenhe's mobile phone.
"Bai Wenhe, do you still remember me? We were at Disney that day." Yu Ziqing stood up, still stepping on Zeng Quanli's face with one foot, and said
"Ah, it turns out it's sir. Remember, of course I remember. Do you know what you have to say when you call me?" Bai Wenhe's excited voice came from the other end of the phone.
"It's nothing important. There's just a guy named Zeng Quanli, who goes by the name Baimao Ge. Do you recognize him?" Yu Ziqing asked.
"Zeng Quanli, brother Zi Mao? I have some impression that he is just a little gangster. I wonder what he does when he mentions him?" Bai Wenhe replied.
Seeing that Zeng Quanli, who had forty or fifty men under him, turned into a little gangster in Bai Wenhe's mouth, and then looked at Zeng Quanli's pale face, trembling all over, and the little guys standing closer around him who knew that he was calling Bai Wenhe.
The gangsters all showed a hint of panic in their eyes, and Yu Ziqing knew very well that Bai Wenhe was a big boss in the Hong Kong underworld.
Being able to solve things easily and once and for all, Yu Ziqing would certainly not be so stupid as to beat someone up himself. He said in a deep voice to the phone: "He is leading 40 or 50 people to target me and my friends."
"What?" Bai Wenhe on the other end of the phone yelled a little uncontrollably as if he was suddenly bitten by a snake.
Of course, Bai Wenhe was not afraid that Yu Ziqing would not be able to defeat a mere forty or fifty people, but that he was afraid that Zeng Quanli, a bunch of bastards, would offend Yu Ziqing and even make him miserable. Walking in Hong Kong, it can be said that no one understands Yu Ziqing better than him.
What's more, Yu Ziqing is the savior of his family of three. If he really wants people on the street to know that the savior of his grandson and Shengtang boss was actually besieged by gangsters in Hong Kong, he won't have to hang out on the street anymore.
"Sir, please don't get angry. I'm going to rush over right away. Can you please let that bastard named Zeng Quanli answer the phone?" Bai Wenhe is worthy of being a Hong Kong gangster. After the gaffe, he immediately regained his composure.
After losing his mind, he said hurriedly
Yu Ziqing handed the phone to Zeng Quanli and said with a smile: "Bai Wenhe asked you to answer the phone."
Yu Ziqing's smiling face at this time fell into Zeng Quanli's eyes, which was more terrifying and evil than the devil's smiling face. How he wished he had never seen this fair face.
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