Rebirth of Hong Kong Variety Show

Chapter 122 Hammer

"Yang Kou Kou, Yang Kou Kou."

The middle-aged man sat on his seat and muttered to himself, the cigarette butt between his fingers was burning, and the lingering smoke spiraled up along the cigarette butt.

I don't know what he is thinking. .

It will take a while.

The phone on the desk rang again.

"Hey."

The middle-aged man undid a button of his shirt and tugged at the collar: "I think you're already safe, aren't you?!"

"Ah."

The voice of the Eight-faced Buddha rang from the other end of the phone: "It seems that I underestimated the market in Hong Kong Island, or I underestimated this kid named Ji Bu."

"Without your reminder, I don't know what mistakes Tan Cheng will make tonight. Now I understand why your progress is not going well."

Eight-faced Buddha's voice was hoarse, and there was a bit of a smile in his tone: "Ji Bu, you have to deal with it again."

"Humph."

The middle-aged man snorted and lit a cigarette again: "I have already advised you, don't rush over here, you won't listen."

"It's all right now. If I hadn't received the news in advance last night and notified you in advance, you would have already hit the street!"

"."

Eight-faced Buddha listened to the complaints of the middle-aged man on the phone, but did not make a sound.

During his trip to Hong Kong Island this time, his middle age had already persuaded him that the current Eight-faced Buddha is not suitable for entering Hong Kong Island.

but.

Eight-faced Buddha, eager to avenge his son Miancha, did not listen to the advice of the middle-aged man.

After inquiring about the situation, the first stop he came to Hong Kong Island was to contact Tan Cheng for cooperation. He originally wanted Tan Cheng to use him as a gun for a quick fight.

The fact was far beyond his expectation, Ji Bu interrupted his plan and almost included himself.

"How about this."

The middle-aged man thought about it, and said again: "You should go back to northern Myanmar first, Hong Kong Island, after I have settled all the matters here, you can find a suitable opportunity to enter the game."

"This Jibu is a bit evil. I'm investigating him, and I need a little more time."

"Need a little more time?"

When the Eight-faced Buddha heard that the middle-aged man asked him to return to northern Myanmar, his brows frowned all of a sudden, and he said in a displeased tone:
"What I'm missing the most right now is time!"

"Do you know that the raw materials from General North Myanmar will be harvested soon. If I don't get rid of Lin Kun before then, all my business in North Myanmar will be paralyzed!"

His tone was a bit more serious: "Also, how long has it been since my son Miancha's accident? I'm the only son like this. Lin Kun killed him, and I can't bear it for a moment!"

"He needs to pay the price!"

The conversation between the two became tense.

"so what?!"

The middle-aged man frowned and asked directly: "So what did you do?"

"I told you not to come here now. If you don't believe me, you're here. Then what? If it weren't for me, you'd be fucking dead today, and you're already in Lin Kun's hands!"

"Let's go back!"

"no!"

Eight-faced Buddha's tone was gloomy: "You have to help me get rid of them. What I need most now is time. I can't go back!"

"You help me get rid of Ji Bu, it's as simple as that."

The Eight-faced Buddha was unmoved, and his tone was firm.

"I let you go!"

"I do not go."

"Go!"

The middle-aged man slapped the table: "Then you just wait to die. In Hong Kong Island, if you don't have your influence, you will be played to death by Lin Kun in minutes!"

"I don't have time."

Eight-faced Buddha shook his head and said firmly, "I can't go."

"I don't care."

When the middle-aged man heard the words, he spread his hands and lost interest in continuing the conversation: "Since you don't want to go back, then don't go back."

"Something went wrong, everyone went their separate ways."

"Ha ha."

The Eight-faced Buddha laughed hoarsely and said, "Everyone goes their own way? Don't forget how much you have received from me."

"If something goes wrong with me, think about it for yourself?!"

"You, help me get rid of Ji Bu, it's that simple!"

His tone was full of undoubted and undeniable, very tough, with a gesture of daggers on the verge of breaking out.

"Eight-faced Buddha!"

The tone of the middle-aged person sank: "Are you threatening me?"

Eight-faced Buddha smiled faintly: "How dare I."

"Hem home shovel!"

The middle-aged man completely lost his patience: "You have to be clear about one truth, we only cooperate with you because we think highly of you, and we don't have to cooperate with you!"

"If you want to be stubborn, then I have no choice but to change people to cooperate."

He paused for a moment, tapped his fingertips vigorously on the table, and spoke sharply:
"I'm white and you are black. On the land of Hong Kong Island, what is a small eight-faced Buddha in northern Myanmar! I can kick you off at any time!"

"Hong Kong Island is our world!"

This is the end.

Both sides fell silent.

No one spoke again.

a long time.

After several changes in the expression of the Eight-faced Buddha, he let go: "Then how long do I have to wait according to your opinion?!"

"How long?"

The middle-aged man saw the Eight-faced Buddha change his words, and his tone softened a bit: "I have my own plan, so I don't need you to care about it."

"I decided to change my strategy. This time, I decided to take direct action on Lin Kun's business, and get rid of Lin Kun directly from the front."

"it is good!"

The Eight-faced Buddha frowned when he heard the words: "Then I will go back to northern Myanmar first, and wait for your good news."

If the middle-aged man is willing to make a move, it will save him a lot of trouble.

The conversation between the two parties ends here.

After hanging up.

The middle-aged man pinched his brows first, and then shouted outside: "Go, call me Inspector Liao from the customs."

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in the afternoon.

Ji Bu got up from the sofa, looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

He rubbed his face, picked up the cigarette on the table to light himself, and recalled what Yang Kou told him this morning, and everything that happened last night.

Think about it.

Ji Bu still picked up the phone and called Miao Zhihua, asking about what happened last night, and Miao Zhihua said he didn't know about it.

There should be a high probability that the Saigon Police Station has the eyeliner of the black police, who leaked the news, which led to the failure of success.

"But we don't have to worry too much."

Miao Zhihua thought about it for a while, and comforted Ji Bu: "Although he failed to catch the Eight-faced Buddha last night, he must have been frightened and ran away."

"In a short period of time, the Eight-faced Buddha will definitely not dare to set foot on Hong Kong Island again. The next thing you need to do is to get more information about Lin Kun."

He had a clear mind and began to arrange for Ji Bu: "I think it's time for us to speed up the progress. So many things have happened, because Lin Kun has no doubts about you anymore."

"On the police side, your identity is also innocent. Don't worry about these policemen. Those black policemen will have nothing to do with you."

"Ok."

Ji Bu nodded when he heard the words, but didn't say anything more.

"That's fine."

Miao Zhihua nodded: "Is there anything else you want to tell me? As long as you don't know anything, you can tell me."

"The case has reached a critical moment, we can't make any mistakes, be careful."

"Ah."

Ji Bu took a drag on his cigarette and nodded, "Not anymore."

"That's fine."

Miao Zhihua chuckled, cleared his throat and said, "Let's try to finish this case as soon as possible and restore our identity."

"Speaking of which, you're a big boy, and it's time to date and find a girlfriend. How about it, have you met any pretty girls you like?!"

"If there is a beautiful girl you like, you should train them well, and when your status is restored, date and get married, hahaha."

Miao Zhihua's hearty voice sounded from the other end of the phone.

"Hahaha"

Ji Bu also laughed after hearing the words: "Of course it is possible. You don't know how dangerous it is to be an undercover agent next to Lin Kun. How can you have time to find beautiful girls?"

"it is good."

Miao Zhihua bared his teeth and smiled: "As long as you know what's in your mind, pay attention to safety."

The two exchanged a few simple greetings before hanging up the phone.

"call"

Ji Bu hung up the phone, sat on the seat and thought about it, then snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, rubbed his face and went into the bathroom.

I simply took a shower and changed into clean clothes.

I went downstairs to have lunch, and then drove towards the ocean accounting company.

"Brother Kun."

Ji Bu walked into the office and greeted Lin Kun who was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper: "Why, you seem to be in a good mood. What's the matter?"

"Last night's news."

Seeing Ji Bu walk in, Lin Kun put down the newspaper in his hand: "Not bad, good job, you solved so many things in one night."

"You're a little bit capable, you can solve the role of Tan Cheng?"

He was in a good mood, and joked: "They have to give you a Hong Kong Island good citizen pennant from the Saigon Police Station."

Lin Kun didn't know anything about what happened that night, and no one disturbed him in the middle of the night, until someone reported him this morning.

By the time he knew it, everything would have been settled.

Lin Kun was very satisfied.

Talent like Ji Bu is what I really need.

"Hahaha"

Ji Bu raised his head and laughed, and sat down on the stool opposite Lin Kun: "It's just a small setback, it's over."

He sighed: "But it's still a pity, after all, I missed a few links and let the Eight-faced Buddha escape."

"Otherwise, when you woke up this morning, the Eight-faced Buddha has been tied up in front of you to wait for Brother Kun to deal with it."

"Ha ha."

Lin Kun waved his hands indifferently: "I am very satisfied with the current situation. The Eight-faced Buddha will definitely not dare to show up on Hong Kong Island in a short time."

"Take advantage of this time, let's sort out all the business in hand, set the tone of the market in this area as soon as possible, and then wait to solve the Eight-faced Buddha."

Speaking of it.

He paused: "By the way, how about you, go to the "kitchen" to get some "dishes" and send them to the "feet" below, the amount is not much, ten dollars. "

"Now?"

Ji Bu couldn't help being surprised when he heard the words: "It's broad daylight, I go to the "kitchen" to get "vegetables"? Is it unsafe?"

"Fool."

Lin Kun took out a box of cigarettes from the drawer and threw it to Ji Bu: "Who told you that shipments can only be made at night?"

"It's actually safer during the day, do you understand?"

"Too."

Ji Bu put the cigarettes in his pocket: "That's fine, I'll go there now."

"I've already said hello to Li Zhong, the dollars are ready, you just go there."

Lin Kun waved his hand, and glanced at Ji Bu who was going out: "Brat, pay attention to safety and don't drive your own car."

"Ah."

Ji Bu made an OK gesture without looking back.

After leaving the company gate, he looked at the taxis parked in front of the company gate, went directly to open the door, sat down in the back seat, and reported the address:

"Kwun Tong Cheung Fai Industrial Building."

"Oh?"

The driver was sitting in the driver's seat and eating a lunch box. After hearing Ji Bu's words, he closed the box lunch and started the car while chewing:
"So far? Hahaha, it seems that I have chosen the right place to eat boxed lunch here, and sit firmly."

He kicked the accelerator and the car drove straight out.

The taxi shuttled quickly on the road and headed for the destination. Ji Bu sat in the back seat and looked at the scenery outside the window.

Suddenly looked up.

I happened to see the taxi driver looking at himself in the rearview mirror, and then left again.

"master."

Ji Bunu pointed to the street sign ahead: "Are you driving the wrong way? This is not going that way, you should take the road on the left."

"The road on the left?"

The taxi driver heard the words and looked at the street signs: "Really? I remember not?"

"what"

Ji Bu responded, but didn't say much, just raised his hand and looked at his watch: "How long has the master been driving?"

"it's been a while."

The driver replied with a smile: "It's been four or five years, and I don't have any skills. I can only drive to get enough food and clothing. I can barely make do."

"it is good."

Ji Bu nodded and stopped talking.

After half an hour.

"Pretty boy."

The taxi driver stopped the car by the side of the road: "Here we are."

"it is good."

Ji Bu took out the fare to pay him, then took out the cigarette in his pocket and handed it to the driver: "Take a cigarette, thanks."

"it is good."

The driver looked at the cigarettes that Ji Bu handed over, and he was not polite: "Little boy, you are quite an interesting person. I have been driving for so many years, and there are very few people who give us cigarettes, especially a handsome boy like you." .”

"Haha."

Ji Bu handed him the cigarette, and touched it with his palm: "You're welcome, I'm rushing over to do some business, you're right for your hard work."

"well."

The driver nodded with a smile, pinned the cigarette to his ear, picked up the lunch box that was put aside, and continued to eat: "Next time if you take my car again, I will give you a cigarette."

"Row."

Done.

Ji Bu turned and left, and headed into Changhui Industrial Building.

Behind.

The taxi driver took the lunch box and stuffed it into his mouth. He stared at Ji Bu who disappeared from sight, and then picked up the intercom:
"All in place? The target has already gone in. He is wearing a white short T with a light-colored striped shirt and black jeans."

"received!"

"Received Sir Liao!"

There was an immediate response on the intercom.

"We've been looking for Changhui Industrial Building here before. We didn't expect this kid to come here too. Maybe they are a family."

While munching on the lunch box, Liao Sir ordered: "When you find this kid, keep an eye on him. There must be something wrong with him."

He hurriedly took a few mouthfuls of the boxed lunch, threw the boxed lunch out of the car window casually, touched Jibu's cigarette pinned to his ear, wiped his greasy mouth and lit it:

"Pujie boy, you are so talented in selling fans, you can fucking pretend."

Cheung Fai Industrial Building.

There are many companies in this area, and the flow of people is also good.

Ji Bu shuttled among the crowd unhurriedly, and quickly recalled the taxi driver just now in his mind. He was quite aware of detection and anti-reconnaissance, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

When we were in the car, the driver was still peeking at himself in the rearview mirror while driving, Ji Bu sensed something was wrong at that moment, and casually said that he was on the wrong road.

The driver's tone immediately became uncertain. If he was really an old taxi driver, it would be unreasonable for him not to know the way. He was not at all like the old driver he described for five or six years.

This reminded him of the time when he took a taxi.

The location of Sino-Ocean Finance Company is not far from the wealthy area, and there are usually no taxis stopping at the door.

Usually it is very difficult to take a taxi, but today is such a coincidence that when you come out, you meet the driver who is eating lunch?

and so.

Ji Bu held on to the doubts in his heart, so when he got off the bus, he deliberately handed the driver a cigarette.

When giving him the cigarettes, Ji Bu deliberately touched his hand, and immediately felt the thick calluses on his tiger's mouth.

This is a pair of hands that have been touching guns all year round.

Ji Bu kept his composure and walked towards the inside of the industrial building without haste. He deliberately slowed down his pace. As he walked, he realized that something was wrong.

Sure enough, someone was following him.

Ji Bu didn't panic, he took out the cigarette in his pocket and lit it for himself, leisurely wandering around in the crowd.

Changhui Industrial Building is a bow-shaped building, divided into several districts, and each floor has a house number one after another, which is very complicated.

At the beginning.

Ji Bu also led them around in circles. After smoking a cigarette, he lost his patience. After a few laps around the building with his tails behind him, he suddenly accelerated into the fire escape and disappeared directly.

Several seconds after Ji Bu disappeared around the corner, those tails followed him to the place where he disappeared. Everyone looked at me and I saw you fell into a daze.

"Sir Liao, I lost my follower."

"That street boy seems to have spotted us!"

"Lost it?!"

Liao Zhenhua slapped the steering wheel with a slap: "Shovel, so many people and none of them followed, did you lose it?"

He gritted his teeth: "Look, look one by one, and find this kid for me!"

in the corridor.

After Ji Bu got out of the fire escape, he wandered aimlessly around the floors, followed by his tail. He definitely couldn't go to the kitchen to get food.

and so.

After wandering around a few times, he headed downstairs.

exit.

Liao Zhenhua and a few of his staff were discussing what to do next. At first glance, they saw Ji Bu coming out from there.

present.

With a wave of his hand, several people quickly surrounded Ji Bu.

Naturally, Ji Bu also saw them, but he didn't pay any attention to them, and continued to walk forward steadily, just to try his luck and see which department these people belonged to.

soon.

Several people surrounded Ji Bu in the middle.

"Yo."

Ji Bu looked at the leader Liao Zhenhua: "Master, we meet again so soon? Let's go, I just want to go back, take me back."

"Humph."

Liao Zhenhua sneered, and took out his ID directly: "Customs Inspector Liao Zhenhua, I suspect that you have four bags with you, and I want to search you."

On the certificate, it is inspector level.

"customs?"

Ji Bu raised his eyebrows when he heard this, but he didn't expect the other party to reveal his identity so bluntly: "Customs inspector? Why do you want me?"

"Search!"

Liao Zhenhua didn't pay any attention to Ji Bu at all, and ordered his subordinates to go up and detain him, and directly snatched the bag from Ji Bu's hand, and threw it out.

There are two cans of yogurt in the bag, which are ice cold, and there are still drops of water on the outer packaging.

"Sir Liao, no."

The guy turned the bag upside down and found nothing, so he swished the yogurt in his hand:

"There are only two boxes of yogurt in it, unopened."

"Bring people there!"

Liao Zhenhua commanded with flickering eyes, and beckoned to the assistant to drag Ji Bu, who was on the ground, to the less crowded alley over there.

Ji Bu narrowed his eyes, and suddenly pushed the man who was pressing his shoulder to stand up from the ground: "What do you want!"

"Humph."

Liao Zhenhua directly reached out his hand to touch his lower back, pulled out points and pointed it at Ji Bu's head, and said neatly, "Pu Jie boy, I'll let you go over there!"

"Grass!"

Ji Bu gritted his teeth, you didn't expect this Liao Zhenhua to be so decisive, he looked at the dot pointed at him: "I won't go!"

He looked at Liao Zhenhua with cold eyes, reached out and nodded his head: "I advise you, it's best not to point a gun at my head!"

"Damn boy!"

Liao Zhenhua stared at Ji Bu with wide eyes: "Are you threatening me? I'm fucking telling you to go there now!"

at this time.

A man came out of the alley, it was Song Zijie.

Song Zijie saw several people at a glance, and also saw Ji Bu, and Ji Bu immediately greeted him and motioned him to come over.

"Jib?!"

Song Zijie walked up to several people, glanced at the . in Liao Zhenhua's hand, and then took out his ID:
"Sai Kung Police Station Inspector Song Zijie."

Liao Zhenhua snorted softly, and took out his ID: "Customs Inspector Liao Zhenhua." He quickly sized Song Zijie up and down:

"What? Song Sir is very familiar with this kid? Let me tell you, he is now suspected of drug trafficking, arrest, and assaulting the police."

"Oh?"

Song Zijie frowned when he heard the words, and looked at Ji Bu.

"Do you believe it?"

Ji Bu looked at Song Zijie: "Don't forget that case."

"Sir Liao."

Song Zijie thought for a moment and made a decision: "You said he was involved in drug trafficking, so do you have any evidence?!"

"I do not have."

Liao Zhenhua denied it at first, and then said firmly: "This kid is lost." He grabbed Ji Bu's collar and pointed the gun forward, and put it on his head:

"Tell me, where did you hide those four sons!"

As for Liao Zhenhua's buddies, they stood on the side without saying a word, and each lowered their heads or looked into the distance.

"No."

Ji Bu stared at Liao Zhenhua coldly: "I told you to let go!"

"All right!"

Song Zijie stepped forward and stretched out his hand to grab Liao Zhenhua's hand: "In my opinion, you don't have any evidence, and what the police arrest people pay attention to is evidence."

"Grass!"

Liao Zhenhua stared, pushed Song Zijie away with his backhand, stretched out his hand to grab his collar, and growled in a low voice:

"Song Zijie, is it your first fucking day to work as an errand?"

"He's a white powder seller. Do you believe what this rotten guy says? I'm sure he came here today to get the goods."

"Their warehouse is definitely hidden in this building."

"Arresting people to give evidence!"

Song Zijie looked at Liao Zhenhua coldly, his eyes were sharp under his haircut:
"If you don't have evidence, don't arrest him. He is my informant. I have a case and now I want him to cooperate with me in providing clues. You have no right to arrest him!"

"Grass!"

Liao Zhenhua clenched his teeth and growled short of breath: "Song Zijie, I think you're fucking in a daze!"

"What do you want to protect this rotten boy? Pull him out of the warehouse and get credit for it. If you are an employee, don't you want to get credit for catching big fish and get a promotion!"

"Sir Liao!"

Song Zijie also lost his patience, pushed Liao Zhenhua away with his backhand, reached out and took out the . pinned to his waist:

"I told you to let him go! Who are you pulling without evidence?!"

a time.

The atmosphere of the scene became tense, with swords drawn.

"Grass!"

Ji Bu pushed away the police officer who was grabbing him, and pulled his clothes: "Wait to complain." After speaking, he walked outside.

By the side.

Liao Zhenhua, who was silent at first, suddenly picked up the wooden plank on the ground and slapped it directly on Ji Bu's head.

"Boom."

The planks shattered.

Ji Bu froze, feeling the pain in his head, then turned around blankly, staring at Liao Zhenhua expressionlessly.

Liao Zhenhua held the broken half of the board in his hand, noticed Ji Bu's cold expression, his heart trembled inexplicably, and he took a step back:
"Bad boy, what do you want to do?! I'm bad! What do you want to do?!"

"You hit me?!"

Ji Bu stared at him intently: "How dare you fucking hit me?!"

but.

Ji Bu didn't move extra, and cast a gloomy glance at Liao Zhenhua: "I'm leaving now, so be brave enough to pull me away now!"

Done.

He strode away sullenly.

"Grass!"

Liao Zhenhua looked at Ji Bu who was leaving with a gloomy expression. After all, no one was chased after him. There is Song Zijie here, and it is impossible to force him.

"Song Zijie, you have the guts!"

He gritted his teeth and stared at Song Zijie: "Saigon Police Station, inspector, right? Wait, boy!"

Done.

He beckoned and left directly with his men.

the other side.

Ji Bu came outside with a livid face, lit a cigarette and got into the phone booth. The phone was connected quickly, and the sound of a blackfly came.

"Fly, it's me."

Ji Bu spoke without any emotion, and said without any fluctuation in tone: "There is an inspector named Liao Zhenhua in the customs department."

"This inspector of Liao Zhenhua has to appear in front of me tonight!"

"what?"

Hearing Ji Bu's words, Wu Fei didn't react for a while: "No, boss, why did you get involved with the inspector all of a sudden, what happened?"

"They are all police officers, what if we"

"Grass!"

Ji Bu directly interrupted Wu Fei: "Just tell me if I can do it? The police, what's wrong with the police?!"

"If you can't do it, tell me!"

"it is good!"

Wu Fei sensed Ji Bu's tone, it was the first time he saw Ji Bu get so angry, he said shiveringly:
"Don't worry, boss, I'll do it right away!"

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into the night.

eight pm.

Liao Zhenhua finished get off work, lowered his head and took out the door key, while climbing upstairs, came to the door of his own room, and inserted the key in.

Suddenly.

Someone strangled his neck from behind, and followed closely, a sharp pain came from his waist, the sharp dagger had pierced his skin, and blood fell to the ground.

"do not move!"

An extremely indifferent voice came from next to my ear: "If you don't want to die, keep quiet and follow me!"

"Do not impulse!"

Liao Zhenhua noticed the severe pain in his waist, and he raised his hands obediently: "Brother, don't be impulsive."

When he was talking, he tried to turn his head to see who was behind him, but he only saw a head of white hair in his sight, and then he was hit by a heavy elbow from the other party, and he fainted from the severe pain in his head.

When he wakes up again.

The salty sea breeze blew on him, making him shiver uncontrollably.

Liao Zhenhua blinked, first he looked at the endless sea, and then at A Ji who was all in white.

White hair, white clothes, white pants.

next to.

Several people were surrounding a bucket truck, some were responsible for mixing with a shovel, while others were responsible for pouring gravel and cement into it.

On the side.

There was a pitch-black oil drum.

further to the side.

Ji Bu was sitting on a rock smoking a cigarette, looking at himself expressionlessly.

on the sea.

The sea breeze blew past, picking up his hair and blowing away the smoke he exhaled.

"you"

Liao Zhenhua shuddered and retreated subconsciously, but was stepped on by A Ji and couldn't move.

"call"

Ji Bu exhaled a puff of smoke, bit the cigarette butt, picked up the hammer beside him, stood up, and walked towards Liao Zhenhua.

"What do you want to do!"

Liao Zhenhua's forehead was sweating, his body was trembling constantly, and he spoke tremblingly: "Don't mess around, I'm an inspector, something happened to me."

"Grass!"

Ji Bu raised his foot and kicked him on the head: "You still want to frame me?! Did my mother tell you not to point a gun at my head today?"

"..."

Liao Zhenhua shook his head, not daring to speak.

"what?"

Ji Bu stared at him with wide-eyed eyes, and growled, "You motherfucker, answer me loudly!"

"Tell me!"

"so what?"

Ji Bu bent down and squatted down in front of him: "So how did you do it? You fucking hit me on the head with a wooden board?!"

"Grass mud horse, you fucking think I'm joking with you?!"

"No no!"

Liao Zhenhua shook his head desperately, and beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.

"Hold his hand!"

With Ji Bu's roar, A Ji pressed hard, pulled out Liao Zhenhua's arm, pressed it on the reef stone, and raised his foot to step on it.

Ji Bu picked up the hammer in his hand and weighed it for a few times, then held the wooden handle and swung it vigorously, the iron hammer head fell down heavily.

"Crack!"

Suddenly there was a tragic cry on the beach.

(End of this chapter)