Rebirth of Hong Kong Variety Show

1888 Nathan Road.

The entrance of New World Nightclub.

The Benz car slowly pulled over and stopped. The parking boy who was in charge of guiding came forward and looked at Wang Bao and Ma Jun who came down:
"Boss, come here, cool, give me the key, and I'll park it for you.

"Fuck me!"

The driver raised his hand and pushed the parking boy aside, pointed at the Benz car behind him:

"My car is parked here, no one is allowed to move it."

"what"

The parking boy was taken aback when he heard the words, looked at the driver and then at Wang Bao and Ma Jun, and somehow understood something:
"If you say that, I understand.

He didn't stop him, he stood aside with the walkie-talkie in hand, and quickly reported into the walkie-talkie in front of them.

They blocked the cars at the door, and this point was the peak time for passengers getting on and off, and within a short period of time, the congestion had already begun.

"You look at the car."

Wang Bao glanced at Parking Boy, ignored him, and walked into the nightclub with big strides.

at this time.

Wu Fei in a suit and leather shoes came out of the gate of the nightclub and met Wang Baojun face to face.

He looked at Wang Bao up and down, and smiled: "Hey, isn't this our brother Bao? What? Why do you have time to come to our venue today?!"

Then he looked at Ma Jun who was standing next to Wang Bao: "Ma Jun Ma Sir, what a coincidence, you also come here to play?"

He spoke very fast, and glanced at the door: "What? Brother Bao's car is parked at the door?"

"Yes! My car is parked here."

Wang Bao's obese body stood there, like a big mountain, and the old aura on his body dissipated naturally, looking at the crowfly:

"The driver's driving skills are not good, and he can't drive into the parking space in the parking lot, right? Understand."

"It's okay, we have a parking boy."

Wu Fei looked at Wang Bao with a smile: "Give them the keys and ask them to park for you. It's free and there is no charge."

"Ha ha."

Wang Bao shook his head indifferently, and he refused straightforwardly: "My car is not allowed to be touched by others, it's as simple as that."

"Where's Ji Bu? Where is it? I'll look for him."

Wu Fei glanced up and down at Wang Bao: "Boss? It's inside."

"Hmph, boy, you are quite sensible."

Wang Bao chuckled, ignored him, and walked inside, but was blocked by a black fly:
"Brother Bao, it's okay to go in and find my boss, but you have to move the car and park it here, it's against the rules, I'll take care of this place.

"Unruly?!"

Wang Bao squinted at Wu Fei, and stared at him straightly: "My car is parked here, if you have the guts, you can drive it away!"

"However, don't blame me for not reminding you, if anyone dares to touch my car, I will chop off his hand!"

His voice was full and loud, and many people around him looked over.

Crowfly looked at him with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Step aside."

Wang Bao put his hand on Wu Fei's shoulder, raised his hand to push him away, and walked towards the inside with big strides.

Just walked into the door of the nightclub.

...

"Peng!"

There was a loud crash behind him.

Wang Bao frowned and stopped. Turning his head to look, Wu Fei drove a car and pushed the Benz car parked at the door to the side.

"Peng!"

Wu Fei controlled the car to back up and hit it again. After several hits, the car blocking the door was forced aside, and the black body was dented in many places.

"Snapped!"

Wu Fei pushed the car door and got down, squinting at Wang Bao: "Since Brother Bao has no rules or rules, then I, Wu Ying, will use my own way to tell you the rules of our place."

"Ah!"

The corner of Wang Bao's mouth was raised, showing a sneer, and the scar on his upper lip became a little conspicuous with his smile:
"A fly, huh?"

He then set his sights on Ma Jun: "He has such a personality, go and tell him about our rules."

"I?!"

Ma Jun frowned, and looked at Wang Bao with displeasure:

"On this occasion."

"if not?"

Wang Bao directly interrupted him, and said in a cold voice: "You are so good at fighting, you must be enough to clean up the flies, right?!"

Seeing that Ma Jun didn't move, his smile became a bit thicker:

"Why, I can't be ashamed, Senior Inspector Ma!"

He didn't force Ma Jun, and said calmly: "You have to get used to being with me, we are on the same boat now, and you have to help me when needed."

Done.

He waved at his horse boy, and a group of people immediately surrounded Wu Fei.

"Grass."

Wu Fei watched this scene, and immediately laughed angrily: "The shovel, challenge me to Wu Fei in my new world?!"

immediately.

A large number of horse boys from the new world around came out, and the two sides confronted each other.

at this time.

Ji Bu came out of the nightclub, looked at the crowd gathered at the door, frowned and reprimanded:
"What are you doing? What do you want to do?!"

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Fei, and scolded Wu Fei with dissatisfaction: "Wu Fei, it's not big or small, right? Can't you recognize who Brother Bao is?"

talking room.

Ji Bu came to Wang Bao and looked at him with a smile:
"Brother Bao, I have admired your great name for a long time, and when I saw it today, I am sure that I am full of old aura."

Then his eyes fell on Ma Jun's side: "Isn't this Ma Jun, Senior Inspector Ma? Walking with Brother Bao today, aren't you afraid that Chen Guozhong will suspect your relationship with him?!"

Without waiting for the two of them to answer, Ji Bu reached out and gestured to the inside of the nightclub:

"Let's go, Brother Bao, I've been waiting for you to come over a long time ago, the wine has been opened for you, and I'm just waiting for you to come."

"Hehe, you are quite hospitable."

Wang Bao squinted his eyes, looked at the smiling Ji Bu, and said:

"Alcohol must be drunk, it's never too late to drink, but my car was hit by your pony, you have to give me an explanation for this matter?!"

"is it?"

Ji Bu pretended to be surprised when he heard the words, and turned to look at the distorted car pushed aside by the door, and asked Wu Fei:
"Wu Fei, you hit Brother Bao's car? You don't have eyes?!"

"Um"

Wu Fei nodded: "The car is parked at the door. Parking is not allowed at the door. No one is moving the car. I had no choice but to drive it away, which will affect our money collection."

...

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"what"

Ji Bu frowned, and blamed again: "Then you didn't tell Brother Bao that you can't park at the door?!"

"Did you say it? Oh, it's all right."

Ji Bu suddenly realized, looked at Wang Bao with a smile, and stretched out his hand to indicate inside:

"After a long time, Brother Bao, you know that you can't park at the door."

"If the car hits it, it will hit it, let's go, go in and drink."

"Snapped!"

Wang Bao stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbed Ji Bu's wrist, and tapped on Ji Bu's wrist with force:
"Your horse hit my car, there's no way to explain it, okay?!"

He secretly exerted force on the palm of Ji Bu's wrist, and locked it firmly:

"My car crashes as soon as it says it will, isn't it too arrogant of you to do this?!"

"Ah."

The corner of Ji Bu's mouth made a slight smile, and the left hand held by Wang Bao exerted strength, and his right hand extended to grab Wang Bao's hand holding his wrist, and then exerted strength:

"I'm sorry, Brother Bao."

"That's how we do things!"

The two were exerting strength at the same time, pinching each other's wrists, and the strength of their hands continued to increase.

"Humph!"

Feeling the sharp pain from his wrist, Wang Bao snorted and stretched out his left hand to pinch Ji Bu's right hand.

Ji Bu reacted quickly, raised his right hand and slapped Wang Bao's extended left hand, and turned his wrist to grasp his hand.

Wang Bao swung his arms to dodge, and he went around Ji Bu's hand to grab again, the two went back and forth.

"Clap clap clap."

After several crisp sounds, Ji Bu finally grabbed Wang Bao's left hand.

In the first round of confrontation, the two were evenly divided.

"Brother Bao."

Ji Bu looked at Wang Bao opposite with a smile, and strengthened his hands:

"You still have something, but not much."

Say it.

Ji Bu let go of his hand: "Let's go, the wine is already opened and I'll wait for you to go in."

"Humph."

Wang Bao took a deep look at Ji Bu, stretched out his hand and pushed Ji Bu's hand away, shaking his sore wrist:
"Yes, you do have something."

Done.

He strode towards the inside.

"Let's go."

Ji Bu turned to look at Ma Jun who was standing there: "Ma Sir, let's go together. Speaking of which, we are old friends. When you caught me earlier, you ran very fast."

"It's just a pity that you didn't catch up with me."

Ma Jun looked at him, but didn't speak.

soon.

In the private room of the New World Nightclub, Wang Bao and Ma Jun sat on the sofa, while a group of horse boys stood behind them with their hands behind their backs.

"Come."

Ji Bu raised his cup, pointed at Wang Bao and sipped it:
"Why, Brother Bao, why come to me today when you are free?"

He reached for the cigarette case in front of him, shook out a cigarette and lit it.

Wu Fei reached out and pushed the ashtray to Ji Bu.

"how?"

Wang Bao squinted at Ji Bu, "I'm not welcome, Wang Bao?"

"Of course not."

Ji Bu shook his head, showing a disapproving expression:

"Anyone who knows me well knows that I, Ji Bu, have my own rules."

"When friends come, there will be good wine to entertain them. If wolves come, then I will have guns to greet them."

...

Sitting on the sofa, Ji Bu leaned forward and looked at Wang Bao meaningfully:

"So, it doesn't matter whether I welcome you or not. The important thing is to see in what capacity Brother Bao will come face to face with me."

"Did you say so, Brother Bao?"

He shook the soot with his fingers, and the smile on his face became more intense.

"Clap clap clap."

Wang Bao raised his hands and clapped, his voice resounded through the private room:
"That's good, that's good. I've heard that Ji Bu has a good mouth. Today, I saw that he is extraordinary. He can speak well."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Ji Bu nodded irrefutably, showing a serious expression:
"But I have to correct you a little bit. I, Ji Bu, don't just have a good mouth and can speak well. I'm so handsome."

"I can eat with my mouth, and I can also eat with my face, what do you think?"

"Ah."

Wang Bao squinted at Ji Bu, who was like a chatterbox, his expression became unpredictable for a moment.

It's not that he hasn't inquired about Ji Bu's background. He used to be a policeman and worked undercover beside Lin Kun.

After sending Lin Kun in, he quit the police force. He is in charge of the New World Group and has a few good players in his hands.

He is also scheming in doing things, whether it is sending Lin Kun away, or killing Ali in Wanwan, and encircling Liu Jian, it is enough to see his ability.

only.

It was such a person, and now he showed a sharp-tongued image in front of him, which made him a little confused about Ji Bu's character.

Wang Bao took a sip from the wine glass, and after a brief deliberation, he decided to go straight to the point:

"I came here today to ask you for money."

"Money?!"

Ji Bu's voice was raised several minutes at once: "What? You asked me for money? You don't know that I'm poor?!"

Paused.

He continued: "However, since Brother Bao has spoken, no matter whether we are familiar with each other or not, I will lend you some of the word Wang Bao."

"Tell me, how much do you want to borrow, and give me the number, so that I can make up my mind, and I will make up."

"Ok?"

Wang Bao frowned, and tapped his fingers vigorously on the table:

"You don't seem to understand what I'm saying. I'm talking about asking for a bill, not asking you to borrow money."

"how?"

Ji Bu then raised his eyebrows: "You want to collect protection money from me?!"

"What the heck!"

Wang Bao lost his patience completely when he saw Ji Bu, who was making jokes here and pretending to be crazy:

"You killed Ali in Wanwan, where did his shipment go?!"

"Give it away."

Ji Bu spread his hands, shrugged and made an innocent expression:
"I don't sell white powder. I gave that batch to the Eight-faced Buddha in northern Myanmar. It's a huge batch. The Eight-faced Buddha is always smiling happily."

"That batch of goods was shipped to me by him!"

Wang Bao's tone became more serious, and he stared at Ji Bu: "He took my money, you got rid of him, and you gave away the goods, so do you have to give me the money?!"

"Oh"

Ji Bu curled his lips in disdain: "You say yes? You say that this batch of goods is yours, what proof do you have?!"

...

"Yes, I said yes!"

Wang Bao replied forcefully: "So, you have to give me this money."

"what"

Ji Bu was thoughtful, then nodded suddenly, and slapped his knee suddenly:
"I understand."

"You're blackmailing me!"

"Grass!"

Wang Bao completely lost his patience and slapped the table:
"You have to give this money, and you have to give it if you don't!"

"Of course not!"

Ji Bu's momentum was not weak at all, and he said loudly:

"After a long time, you want to blackmail me! My money is here, if you want it, you can take it away!"

"It seems that there is nothing to talk about?!"

"What do you think?"

Ji Bu snorted softly: "It's still the same sentence, you said that the batch of goods belongs to your Wang Bao, so it belongs to you?!"

"That's it!"

Wu Fei immediately followed suit, stood beside Ji Bu, and said in a low-key manner:
"Don't think that you can justifiably blackmail us just by bringing a note."

"According to your Wang Bao's words, I'm going out to play with a random woman, and you come over and say it's your wife, so I have to give you money?!"

"Hahaha"

This statement came out.

There was a burst of laughter in the private room immediately.

"Hem home shovel!"

"What the hell are you talking about! Believe it or not?!"

Seeing this, Wang Bao's boys leaned forward one after another, pointing fingers at Ji Bu and the others, and cursing.

at this time.

The private room door was pushed open.

A Ji with white hair and short hair came in one after the other with Luo Tianhong with blue hair.

The two stepped between the two groups and stopped.

"clang"

The eight-faced Han sword scabbard in Luo Tianhong's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, he first glanced at Ji Bu, "Boss." Then he looked coldly at Ma Zai, who was yelling for beheading just now, with sharp eyes.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the horse boy just now, and hooked his hand at him:
"You, come out."

Ma Zai looked at Luo Tianhong, but he was stubborn and walked up directly.

"How awesome are you?!"

Luo Tianhong stared at him coldly, the eyes under the blue bangs were sharp:
"Just now you said you wanted to kill us in our place?"

"is that you?!"

"Yes"

Ma Zai gritted his teeth and responded.

"Shh!"

The Eight-faced Han sword in Luo Tianhong's hand made a sound of metal friction, and it was directly placed on Ma Zai's neck.

The speed of drawing the knife was so fast that Ma Zai had no time to react, and the sharp blade was already attached to his neck.

"Come."

Luo Tianhong looked at him in a deep voice: "Say this sentence again?!"

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