"Hong Kong is a legal society. You have been so forced to swallow my things. Chen Sheng, do you still have the king's laws in your eyes?"

Hou Wenjun sat leisurely on the sofa in the lobby of this small hotel run by Wei Bao. While taking out his cigarette box to light a cigarette, he looked at Chen Tai and the other person who were surrounded by his subordinates in the middle of the hall.

Chen Tai looked at Wei Bao who was hiding in the corner when he heard this, looked at his only right hand, and his five fingers that were deformed to twist.

Following Chen Tai's eyes, Hou Wenjun looked at Wei Bao in the corner, showed his signature smile, and pointed to Wei Bao curled up in the corner with his finger holding a cigarette, saying, "You should worry about it, it's just a comminuted fracture, at least your hand is still there. Judging from the current situation, I think you'd still worry about your own safety."

Chen Tai shook his head gently and said, "Uncle Bao is 67 years old this year, and Hou Wenjun is finally your neighbor." Chen Tai knew that he was involved in Wei Bao. He really didn't expect that Hou Wenjun's energy would be so great in Hong Kong. The people on his side had just succeeded, so Hou Wenjun could come to him with people.

Hou Wenjun looked at Wei Bao who was curled up on the ground because of the pain, and smiled slightly and said, "It is precisely because Uncle Bao is my old neighbor, that I also left five fingers for him to decorate."

Wei Bao, who was slumped on the ground against the wall, listened to Wenjun's words, raised his head and looked at Chen Tai with difficulty, and smiled apologetically and said, "Atai, Uncle Bao is old and useless, I'm sorry for you."

Hou Wenjun, who was sitting on the sofa, gently spat out a smoke ring when he heard this, looked at Wei Bao and smiled disdainfully, "Uncle Bao, you said that so that I seem to be the villain in the movie, no, right? I, Hou Wenjun, asked myself that I am worthy of the neighbors. You chose this path yourself, who was the one who blamed me?"

Wei Bao looked at Hou Wenjun's young and handsome face and felt a little regretful. He had already quit the world, so why did he still care about these other people's business?

Time is turned back twenty minutes ago

Hou Wenjun, who walked into Changji Tea Restaurant, turned around and sat on the chair opposite Wei Bao, looked at him with a smile and said, "Uncle Bao, this is your fault. You know that I am looking for Chen Tai and others, but you still took them in and deliberately did the right thing to me."

Wei Bao looked at Hou Wenjun with some horror, and smiled helplessly and said, "Ajun, I just knew you were looking for Chen Tai and the others. But Ajun, you have to know that Chen Tai is the double flower red stick of the Hongmen in the United States. If you touch him, the Hongmen will not let it go."

Hearing the word Hongmen, Hou Wenjun felt a little disdainful. This organization might have been very powerful a hundred years ago, but after the huge changes between the Hong and Qing gangs fifty years ago, with the rise of the three tycoons, the Hongmen, a former mainland club, was defeated by the three tycoons of the Qing gang, after the three tycoons of the Qing gang, was defeated.

The most powerful overseas part is just to survive on the east coast of the United States. Not to mention the other gangs of the East Coast, the Hongmen is not in the top three among Asian organizations. Among the Korean Americans (including North Korea, South Korea, and the four major branches that were exiled overseas), the Japanese (mainly Japanese who went to the United States after World War II), and the Vietnamese (mainly millions of South Vietnamese who followed the US team to the United States after the Vietnam War), these three major forces are all ahead of the Hongmen.

To be honest, Hou Wenjun did not take the power of the American Hongmen seriously. If he faced the Hongmen Association, Hou Wenjun might have to worry about it. The Hongmen Association of the United States is just a trick to cheat children. Even a landlord who plays finance in Hong Kong is not afraid of them, let alone Hou Wenjun.

Immediately, Hou Wenjun shook his head at Wei Bao and said, "Uncle Bao, you don't have to mention Hongmen, no Hongmen. You have withdrawn from the world, so don't worry about this matter. I want to lend you a place to do business. As a junior, I should come to say hello to you in person." Hou Wenjun didn't want to continue to get entangled with Wei Bao, and directly pointed out his own requirements.

Wei Bao shook his head and said, "Ajun, Uncle Bao can't agree to you about this matter. If they live in my store, I will be responsible for their safety. This is the most basic loyalty and righteousness of opening a shop in Hongmen. If you have anything to do, let's talk about it after they go out."

Hou Wenjun was speechless for a moment. He even doubted whether Wei Bao had just come out of the cinema and had actually imitated the plot of "Peace Hotel". Of course, this can only be said that Hou Wenjun does not understand the Hongmen style. Opening a hotel to protect the safety of the customers in the store is written into Hongmen's "Three Lines and Seventeen Rules". Opening a mountain, opening a store, and driving (not a modern car, it can be understood as delivery, but it is different from a dart), all have seventeen detailed rules.

Hou Wenjun, who was patient, could only smile bitterly and look at Wei Bao and said, "Okay, Uncle Bao, I promise you that if I don't touch them, just chat with Chen Tai."

Wei Bao hesitated and looked at Hou Wenjun and said, "Ajun, this is what you said."

Hou Wenjun waved his hand helplessly and said, "Uncle Bao, you should know who I am Ajun is. I have always promised a thousand gold medals." Well, in order to quickly deal with Wei Bao, Hou Wenjun brags. But he really didn't think about what he was about Chen Tai, but he just wanted to chat with him to see if the two sides had the opportunity to cooperate.

At this moment, the phone in Wenjun's hand rang. Hou Wenjun, who answered the phone, waved his hand to Wei Bao with a smile, and signaled him to wait for him for a while before saying to the phone, "Hey, hello, I'm Hou Wenjun."

Feihong on the other end of the phone glanced at Qiuqiu who was lying on the ground, and said to the phone in a panic, "Hou Sheng, I am Feihong from Ciyun Mountain, Brother Qiuqiu is shot."

When Hou Wenjun heard Feihong's call, he became irritable in an instant. Hou Wenjun was afraid that the fat man who had been following him and was always joking by everyone at any time would also follow Chen Zhichao's footsteps and leave him.

"How is the little fat man now?" Although his heart was full of anger, Hou Wenjun's thoughts were so calm that it was scary.

Feihong looked at the medical staff who were helping Qiuqiu for first aid and was worried, "The situation is not optimistic, but the gunman was caught by Tiaozi."

Hou Wenjun really doesn't know how there are so many crazy or brainless idiots in this world. He doesn't understand why these people want to kill his brother and dare not deal with him directly. Then he can only tell that the other party is not strong enough. Since you are not strong enough, you still come to fight with me. Isn't this asking for death?

Without thinking too much, Hou Wenjun immediately ordered Feihong on the phone, "Take the phone to the gunman, I want to ask him how stupid he and the boss behind him are to assassinate the little fat man."

When he heard Hou Wenjun's words as if he was complaining, Feihong, who was not very familiar with Hou Wenjun, he didn't know how abnormal Hou Wenjun was in this state. But Feihong still honestly carried out Hou Wenjun's orders and walked over to the gunman who had just been taken into the police car with the phone.

Asheng, who was handcuffed in his hands in the police car, was filled with fear. He regretted that he agreed to Zhang Chenshu's request, and regretted that he was obsessed with greed for the ten million.

Feihong was stopped by a military police officer as soon as he walked to the police car with the phone. Azu looked at Feihong walking towards him and said unhappily, "Sir, I'm sorry, the suspect in the car, you can't contact him."

Feihong looked at the military uniform policeman in front of him with a serious expression and said, "I know he is a suspect, but Hou Sheng wants to say a few words to him. Please make some peace with him." As he said that, he shook the phone in his hand.

When Azu heard Hou Wenjun's name, he was a little scared. He saw those bandits sneaking into the police headquarters with his own eyes. Of course, he had also heard rumors of conflict between Zhuo Jingquan and Hou Wenjun. In anger, he dared to kill Hou Wenjun, who was the first brother and his family and slaughtered the police headquarters. He really couldn't afford to offend him. He didn't want to be stabbed several times when he was walking on the street patrolling.

Azu silently moved away from his position, lowered his head to tidy up the armed skin around his waist.

Looking at Azu's appearance, Feihong smiled disdainfully. These dead sticks are usually arrogant when they stare at gangsters like him. When they hear Hou Sheng's name, they are all a group of guys who bully the weak and fear the strong.

Feihong walked out of the back window of the charge car with the phone in a swagger, looked at the two policemen sitting in the charge car and guarded the gunman, raised the phone in his hand, and said through the window, "Hou Sheng, I want to say a few words to him, please feel free to you."

When the two policemen in the car heard Fei Hong's extremely arrogant words, the older police officer hesitated for a while and silently walked out of the charge car. After watching his colleague's actions, the other police officer also lowered his head and walked out of the police car.

After seeing the actions of the two policemen, Asheng was instantly frightened. Asheng's feet began to tremble uncontrollably, and then his whole body. He was so frightened that he trembled. Hou Wenjun was far more terrifying than he thought.

Feihong, who walked into the car, looked at Asheng who was locked in the back seat of the charge car, picked up the eldest brother in his hand and put it next to the quarantine stop, and smiled coldly at Asheng, "Hou Sheng's phone number, he wants to ask you if he has something to do."

Looking at Fei Hong in front of him, Asheng, who was firmly scrambled in the car, didn't want to answer the call, but he had no way to hide.

Hou Wenjun, who had been waiting for nearly a minute, then he heard a trembling voice from the phone that could not be explained clearly, saying, "Hou Sheng, Sheng, I am, me, me."

Before Ah Sheng finished, Hou Wenjun directly interrupted him and said, "Calm down, don't panic. Take a deep breath first, and then slowly answer my two questions." Hou Wenjun was speechless. He also had to comfort this assassination killer. If his mental quality is so poor, don't be a killer.

Hearing the deep breathing on the phone, Hou Wenjun was silent for nearly twenty seconds. After the killer adjusted his breathing, he continued to say to the phone, "I am Hou Wenjun, two questions. One, who sent you here, and the other, do you have a wife and children? Parents, brothers and sisters are built? From them, you can choose one of them and die with you."

After hearing Hou Wenjun's last question, Asheng collapsed. Such a choice is too cruel. It is impossible for normal people to make a choice. But what's even more cruel is that he must make a choice because he knows that if he doesn't choose, the whole family will die.

A Sheng, who was asked by Hou Wenjun, was struggling wildly in the car, cried and begged for mercy loudly at the phone, saying, "Hou Sheng, I was wrong, I was wrong, I beg you, no matter what their affairs are, I am not good, I shouldn't be greedy, Hou Sheng, I beg you, let them go. I."

Before Ah Sheng finished speaking, Hou Wenjun's roar came from the phone, "I'm you, what kind of grudges do my brother have with you? Do you want to shoot him with a gun? If you don't answer two questions, I'll let your whole family die in front of you one by one."

Hearing the crying in the car, Azu, who still had justice in his heart, couldn't help it. The killer was a crime, but the prisoner was also a human being. He felt that Hou Wenjun's approach was too much.

When Azu, who couldn't bear to watch, was about to come forward to stop him, the old policeman who had just gotten off the car grabbed Azu's shoulder and whispered to him, "Don't worry about this matter, you can't control it either. This skin is not omnipotent."

Azu hesitated, and he was afraid that Wenjun would suddenly say something to him, which would make him collapse like a killer. Azu stopped, turned his back and blocked his ears with both hands.

Hearing Hou Wenjun's roar on the phone, Asheng gradually calmed down. Asheng, who took nearly a minute to calm down, was like a soulless body, a little dementia, and some mechanical answers to Hou Wenjun's words.

"Zhang Chenshu gives me 10 million to assassinate your subordinates and then blame the Xinji people. I have a sister studying in the United States. Hou Sheng, I beg you to let her leave peacefully, as if she was an accident. I beg you." In the last sentence, people should have emotions finally appeared in Asheng's words.

Hou Wenjun on the other end of the phone was also silent at this time. Just when Asheng and Feihong thought the phone had no signal, Hou Wenjun's voice came from the phone.

"Everyone has to pay the price for what they do, so do I. Say goodbye to your sister."

Feihong, who had listened to the whole process, knew that the question Hou Wenjun had asked had been asked, and immediately took the phone to his ear and said, "Hou Sheng, I am Feihong."

Hou Wenjun on the other end of the phone sighed after hearing Feihong's words, "Give him the phone number and confirm his sister's location."

Feihong looked at the killer curled up on the chair and cried like a ball. Now he realized that a middle-aged man in his thirties also had moments of helplessness like a child. Facing Hou, a giant that makes people suffocate, an ordinary person who is as ordinary as you and me, really has no ability to resist.

Hou Wenjun, who hung up the phone, looked at Wei Bao sitting on the chair, calmly took out a check sheet from the pocket of the suit lined, gently wrote down an amount, and handed the check in his hand to Wei Bao, "Uncle Bao, I'm sorry, I'm going to break my promise, this money is enough to buy a thousand taels of gold."

Wei Bao looked at the check handed over by Hou Wenjun and shook his head and said, "Ajun, according to the rules of our Hongmen, I."

Before Wei Bao finished speaking, Hou Wenjun grabbed his collar directly, looked at him without any emotion in his eyes and said, "I don't know the rules of your Hongmen, and I don't want to know. Either you accept this check and let me be a person with rules. Or you will become my enemy and I will only tell my opponents about Hou Wenjun's rules. Those who touch me must pay the price."

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Chapter completed!