Chapter 355

"Yao Yang!"

"Why hasn't uncle Kun come out yet?"

"Gandhi was beaten into the hospital by the police!"

Quyi club located in a commercial building.

Guohua, Han Chen, Wen Zheng and nigger each took a group of younger brothers, all dressed in fancy shirts, holding cigarettes, staring at a group of Ni family bodyguards guarding the door.

Yao Yang, Ni Kun's confidant bodyguard, took more than a dozen suit gunmen, all expressionless, put their hands on their chest and firmly guarded the door.

In the building lane, the bodyguards and dozens of people brought by the four leaders have blocked the narrow entrance of the building.

"Uncle Kun is singing."

Lei yaoyang's expression was old-fashioned and said without emotion.

But for the other four leaders of the Ni family in Tsim Sha Tsui, it's a big deal to lack one of the five. The police can catch Gandhi and catch them, which inevitably makes them feel sad and anxious like ants on a hot pot.

However, from the afternoon to now, uncle Kun said nothing about eating and singing.

They had to take the initiative to find uncle Kun and ask him what to do next.

The nigger with the most impulsive character couldn't help but step forward and swear: "singing! Sing! Can I have food for singing? "

"The police caught Gandhi! Next time you'll catch me, catch you, catch uncle Kun! "

"Do nothing."

"Let's kill ourselves!"

In fact, from Ni Kun's point of view, the more you do now, the more mistakes you make. Don't do anything. It's a smart way to stabilize your feet.

Because as long as he grasps the channel and keeps the large warehouse, no matter how many Gandhi, Guohua and Ni families die, he will not fall down.

If you mess around! Whether he is caught or there is an accident in the warehouse, it is a major crisis for the Ni family, and the Ni family may collapse in the blink of an eye.

Unfortunately, Guohua, Han Chen and others are not dead.

They want to protect themselves as ponies.

The nigger forced his head forward and stepped his legs to break into the gate to see Uncle Kun.

But Yao Yang impolitely raised his hand and pushed him back. He looked at him coldly and said, "Uncle Kun said except Lord Zhuang!"

"No one was seen before he came out!"

”Fuck“

The nigger broke out a dirty word and just wanted to continue, but he contacted Yao Yang with his eyes and immediately felt a chill.

This time, he quickly stopped his action, boom, and kicked on the garbage can next to him.

At the moment, Guohua and Wenzheng looked at each other and stopped talking.

They plan to wait until dawn for uncle Kun to come out.

Han Chen stood alone in the corner.

He is undoubtedly the weakest and humblest of the "five people" in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Yao Yang took back his arms and closed his hands at the door again.

"Return to Master Zhuang!"

"It's strange that Master Zhuang came back to quyi club to find you!"

”The next meeting will be either in the warehouse or at the police station! "

"Who wants to see Lord Zhuang?"

"If you see him, you'll jump into the street!"

The nigger touched his head and cursed loudly.

Guohua and Wenzheng took out cigarettes and lit them, ready to fight a protracted war with Uncle Kun.

What they fear most is that uncle Kun only cares about himself, regardless of their life and death. They have to force uncle Kun to do it anyway, otherwise they will have to finish it.

Even if staying still is the best way, they can't let uncle Kun stay still, because people always have to think about themselves. No one is a puppet manipulated casually.

This is why many large companies and organizations are often unable to make the best choice in the face of crisis.

Because the organization is not under personal control!

"Me, you, and you"

"Who wants to see Master Zhuang?"

"Do you want to see me?"

"You still want to!"

The nigger turned back and roared, probably trying to scare Ni Kun out with his roar.

Shulala.

Unexpectedly, a row of black Pingzhi suddenly stopped by the side of the road.

More than 20 people in suits opened the door. A middle-aged fat man opened the door for the middle vehicle. A handsome young figure bent down and got out of the car, straightened up and sorted out the suit with gentle hands.

This scene is more gangster than the big gangsters, but the vehicle is the official vehicle of the police force. The police officers of the Wan Chai serious crimes unit, the director of Wan Chai and the Chinese speaker of the police force get off.

At this moment, the night is dark.

There are only street lights and neon lights along the street.

The black tone of the picture is depressed.

Zhuang Shikai tidied up his suit, dada, and led his men to the entrance of the building.

Fortunately, there was no rain in the sky at this time. There was no umbrella in the police force. Everyone could see each other clearly. Otherwise, the police would have a bulging waist. The Ni family thought their enemies were coming to kill.

Of course, now the Ni family are still surprised, and they all turn their eyes to the police force.

"Zhuang Zhuang..."

"Master Zhuang..." the nigger stammered.

Han Chen and Guo Hua took people back a little.

Yao Yang was even more relieved and quietly let go of his waist weapon.

Zhuang Shikai stood in front of them and asked with a smile, "what's the matter?"

"Gather here for a meeting one by one?"

Han Chen and others dared not answer.

Zhuang Shikai suddenly narrowed his eyes and shouted in a solemn voice, "don't just flash!"

"Wow." A group of horses flashed aside.

No one, including Yao Yang, the gatekeeper, dared to block the way of Lord Zhuang.

Zhuang Shikai glanced at Yao Yang, took back his eyes and walked into the quyi society.

Uncle Biao took police officers and horses to guard the door of the building, staring at one by one, staring at the criminals in front of him.

He knows that these Ni family gunmen must have weapons, but the crime of illegal gun holding is too light. Catching them is the same as not catching them. It's really unnecessary to let the guys work overtime.

As long as these criminals do not pull out their guns in advance, the police will not force them to pull out their guns.

This night.

Both sides maintain a tacit understanding.

Xiangjiang quyi club is very small.

Zhuang Shikai pushed open the glass door and strode into the underwear of Quyi club.

Just listen to the melodious tune.

Ni Kun, dressed in trousers and white shirt, with a little gray hair, stands in the quyi club with a little gentle atmosphere, holding a harmonica and playing a song "Forever Friendship".

He looks like the uncles and aunts in the quyi club. How can he have the style of the four major makers?

But that's what makes him more tolerant!

More like a tough boss!

At this time, Zhuang Shikai was standing in the quyi club. The aunts and elders with erhu and wooden drum in their chairs all looked at him. Their eyes were full of sophisticated and calm.

Compared with the uncles and aunts, those ancient confused people and hall leaders who dare to fight and kill are inferior.

Instead, they are people who have really seen the world.

"Pa Pa Pa!"

"Mr. Ni's music is very good."

Ni Kun put down his harmonica, turned back with a smile, and Zhuang Shikai applauded gently with generous approval.

This Scottish ballad is full of the beauty of years, which makes people sigh inexplicably and deserves applause.

But isn't the quyi Club singing cantonese opera?

Why did you play the harmonica?

Zhuang Shikai put down his palm and said in a deep voice, "but Mr. Ni always likes to do what he shouldn't do."

"Quyi clubs should not play harmonica."

"Instead, we should sing Cantonese opera."

Ni Kun turned and looked at Zhuang Shikai, smiled and replied, "officer Zhuang is flattered."

"I just finished singing the legend of the white snake. The old street people asked me to play the harmonica for fun. I just played a simple paragraph."

"People always have to change their tastes."

Ni Kun put down the harmonica, wiped it with a handkerchief, wrapped it in a handkerchief and tightened the pocket of his suit.

The old streets of Quyi society began to pack up and end today's entertainment activities.

Zhuang Shikai lit a cigarette and said, "it's not impossible to sing Cantonese opera every day."

Ni Kun smiled and replied, "I'll be tired."

"That's no?" Zhuang Shikai narrowed his eyes and spit out a cigarette.

Ni Kun smiled without saying anything, got up and left and said, "do you want to have a snack together?"

"I know there's a delicious stall nearby."

Zhuang Shikai raised his watch and said, "it's just time."

"Let's go together."

Zhuang Shikai turned and walked out of the door of the quyi society. Ni Kun immediately appeared behind him.

A small building lane is full of hundreds of people.

"Zhuang sir!"

"Zhuang sir!"

"Uncle Kun!"

"Uncle Kun..."

Both sides shouted together, but the Ni's horses only dared to shout and dared not come forward. Uncle Biao brought people around to give Zhuang Sir a wink, which means to ask Zhuang Sir whether to pull people. Even if he can't really catch Ni Kun, he can give him a threat in advance and let him eat a power killing stick.

Zhuang Shikai didn't take this look, smiled and Zhou Huabiao said, "I'll have a snack with Mr. Ni. Let's go together and Mr. Ni will pay the bill."

Zhuang Sir even forgot to bring his own people.

Zhou Huabiao was a little confused and had to nod: "yes! Sir! "

Ni Kun asked, "I'll lead the way."

"About five minutes."

Then, hundreds of people from both sides walked out of the alley and walked along the street. They moved forward along the street, with police men on one side and gangster gunmen on the other. The momentum was very frightening.

Zhuang Shikai and Ni Kun walked in front, followed by Uncle Biao and Han Chen... All the citizens and passers-by who met them on the road consciously flashed away and dared not pass through them.

Zhuang Shikai and Ni Kun didn't speak on the road, and neither of them spoke, which made the momentum gradually serious. At night, they unknowingly laid a layer of murder.

Fortunately, the five minute journey was very fast, and the two sides arrived at the night stand.

The boss of the night snack stall saw Ni Kun enter the stall, with a sweat towel on his shoulder and a pot cover in his hand. He didn't have to stop living and said, "Uncle Kun! Come and have a snack again! "

"Yes! Wang

"Bring some friends for a snack." Ni Kun went to a round table and sat down in a plastic chair: "every friend has a wonton."

"It's mine."

"Good luck!" The boss called at once.

Zhuang Shikai also moved a chair and sat opposite Ni Kun. He winked at Uncle Biao next to him. Hua La, more than 20 police officers sat down at other tables of the night stand and filled the whole night stand in an instant.

"Big business." Late at night, the boss clicked and immediately asked his wife to help.

Han Chen and Guohua of the Ni family, with their men and Yao Yang, stood outside the canopy of the night snack stall.

"Dada." Zhuang Shikai took out two finger chopsticks and put them on the table to align.