Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Chapter 754 Boss
In fact, Du Weiguo has never been very clear about the extent of his influence in the arena of Hong Kong Island.

In fact, since leaving the country, Du Weiguo has never been in the rivers and lakes of Hong Kong Island at all.

In the Hong Kong Island area, he only had contact with Lei Luo and Wu Shihao, and the rest were all unlucky bastards killed by him.

As for the killing of Han Sen, there was a lot of noise about supporting Uncle Jiu to the position.

Not to mention it is a messy gang, even in the police force, there are not many real insiders, and everyone keeps secrets.

Du Weiguo has been dormant on Hong Kong Island for more than half a year, and he has never made a move. The rivers and lakes are turbulent, and new people come to power every day, and new legends are born.

Human beings have always been forgetful, and the fierceness and ruthlessness of the evil spirit have long been forgotten, even Wu Shihao, who has witnessed Du Weiguo's attack with his own eyes, is vague.

Two days later, in the evening, Kowloon, Nathan Road, Tsim Sha Tsui, Man Han Building, Ya Bao on the second floor.

Lei Luo, who was sitting opposite Du Weiguo, met his half-smile eyes, although his expression was quite calm, but his eyes were a little erratic and a little uneasy.

Lei Luo's heart is like a mirror, why is Du Weiguo looking for him?The more high he is, the more he knows how to be in awe. He started from the reckless, has seen all kinds of situations in the world, and is so experienced in human nature, he knows it very well.

This handsome and outrageous young man in front of him is an out-and-out evil spirit, and he is by no means comparable to those gangsters with double bonuses.

The young and Dangerous boy with an empty mind has fought a few times, cut people a few times, and seen blood a few times, so he dares to call himself King Yama without shame.

And Du Weiguo's nickname was made out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, as well as piles of bones. His skill is the best in the world, and it cannot be measured by human standards at all.

The most frightening thing is that Shashen has no taboos in his actions. In his eyes, his so-called prominent status is worthless at all. To crush him to death is as casual as crushing an ant on the side of the road.

Du Weiguo sat on a chair with a big sword, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and stared at Lei Luo with neither joy nor sorrow, without saying a word.

There was dead silence, and the air in the private room seemed to be frozen. Lei Luo felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and he couldn't hold back any longer.
"Mr. Wesley, long time no see, you still have the same style, why are you so free today to ask me to have dinner?"

Du Weiguo exhaled smoke slowly, pulled the corners of his mouth, with a half-smile, and said lightly:

"Boss Lei Luo, I ask myself that during the time I was in Panheng on Hong Kong Island, I have been quiet and kept myself safe, and I haven't caused you any trouble, right?"

The meat scene is coming, Lei Luo's mouth is dry, he can only bite the bullet and say haha:

"Mr. Wesley, you are really joking. With you as a true god sitting on Hong Kong Island, ghosts and snakes are scattered and retreating. I am too happy to be happy."

Du Weiguo sneered:
"Oh! Is that so? Mr. Lei Luo, recently, there have been a lot of my exclusive keepsakes on the ground of Hong Kong Island. Do you know about this?"

While speaking, Du Weiguo also lightly threw a few counterfeit bullets on the table, which Pang Xiaoqing collected from the market in the last two days.

Most of the fakes on the market are shoddy, but there are also a few well-made ones, which can almost be confused with the real ones.

As the underground emperor of Hong Kong Island, Lei Luo is extremely powerful and has good ears and eyes. Naturally, he can't hide the turmoil in the rivers and lakes from him.

Lei Luo knew that Du Weiguo was a master who didn't rub the sand in his eyes, and it was a fool's dream to get away with it. He subconsciously licked his lips:

"Uh, Mr. Wesley, to be honest, I have indeed heard about this matter, but I have never seen your token with my own eyes. It is difficult to tell the truth from the fake. I didn't respond when I saw you in person. I thought it was just admiration. The author's joke~~"

Although Lei Luo didn't dare to deny it, he cleverly made up a specious but plausible reason.

Du Weiguo twitched the corners of his lips in a playful tone:
"Oh, is that right? Mr. Lei Luo, it's impossible for you not to know that your brother Wu Shihao, who once planted incense and worshiped together, has seen my token."

Du Weiguo didn't have the patience to go around in circles with Snake and Lei Luo, and directly overturned the table!
Lei Luo's complexion changed, and he was silent for a long time. Du Weiguo didn't urge him, but just smoked leisurely, fingering a few bullets on the table intentionally or unintentionally.

The yellow-orange-orange bullets reflected cold light under the light, which seemed to hurt Lei Luo's sight. His body trembled undetectably, and he made a decision in an instant, and said dryly:

"Mr. Wesley, Ah Hao, he was just confused for a while, and he was deceived by lard, and that's why he made a big mistake. Your lord has a lot, show your hands high, and give him a way out."

Lei Luo is a smart man, he decided not to pretend, and chose to show his cards directly, and at the same time put his posture very low, Du Weiguo glanced at him coldly:
"Oh, Boss Lei Luo, you are kind and righteous, so you admitted that you hid Wu Shihao?"

Last night, when Du Weiguo came to visit, Wu Shihao suddenly disappeared. He was picked up half an hour before Du Weiguo arrived, and even his family didn't know where he went.

On Hong Kong Island, with such energy, the only person who can know Du Weiguo's whereabouts, apart from Lei Na, is Lei Luo.

At this moment, Du Weiguo's eyes were like knives, and Lei Luo felt cold all over, but he still gritted his teeth:

"Mr. Wesley, don't look at the monk's face to see the Buddha's face, can you give me face, I am willing to pay 1 million Hong Kong dollars in exchange for Ah Hao's life."

Good guy! 1 million Hong Kong dollars is almost 1300 million U.S. dollars, which is definitely not a small amount of money. Even Lei Luo, who is known as a detective with a value above 5, will definitely be hurt.

To be honest, Du Weiguo was a bit surprised by Lei Luo's performance, he smiled with a teasing expression:

"1 million, Mr. Lei Luo is such a big hand, but you are so righteous and brotherly. Why, don't I look like a person who has an eye for money?"

Lei Luo quickly waved his hands and explained in a panicked tone:
"Mr. Wesley, don't get me wrong, I know that you are not a person who is greedy for money, just relying on the golden signboard of Shashen is a priceless treasure.

It’s just that Ah Hao was confused for a while, and he made such a big mistake, and he has to admit it. The money is like spending money to buy a lesson. "

Lei Luo is worthy of being a hero. He said this very beautifully, and his posture was very low. It can be said that he has given enough face. Du Weiguo couldn't turn his face, so he couldn't help frowning:
"Mr. Lei Luo, Wu Shihao is small-minded, greedy for money and despised righteousness. Is a person like him really worth all your efforts to protect?"

Lei Luo sighed, smiled wryly and shook his head helplessly, his eyes became a little far away:

"Ah~ In the early years, I hadn't made a fortune yet. When I was just a patrolman in uniform, Ah Hao once saved me, and I owed him my life.

I once swore that I would pay him back in the future. Mr. Wesley, you also know that people have great reputation in the world. "

As promised, Du Weiguo smacked his lips, and his eyes became softer, no matter what Lei Luo's consideration was.

Whether he values ​​love and righteousness, or whether he is a horse with a thousand pieces of gold, his deeds are all remarkable. You must know that once Du Weiguo is angered, even his own life will be in jeopardy.

Thoughtful, Du Weiguo lightly stroked the few bullets on the table, and pondered for a while:
"Mr. Lei Luo, you helped me before. I planted a flag in Yau Tsim Mong and helped Uncle Jiu to take the position. You also gave me a lot of face. Okay, today I will repay you and give you a favor."

Hearing this, Lei Luo immediately breathed a sigh of relief, with a happy expression on his face:
"Thank you, Mr. Wesley, Qian, I will arrange to call your account immediately tomorrow morning~"

Du Weiguo raised his hand and interrupted him:
"Mr. Lei Luo, I didn't finish my sentence. Wu Shihao ruined my reputation. I can be exempted from death, but I can't escape from life.

He can no longer stay on Hong Kong Island, otherwise no one can save him. As for the flour business, I will find another suitable agent, how about it?Is there a problem? "

Hearing this, Lei Luo's eyes suddenly flashed an imperceptible haze, you know, Wu Shihao is his direct descendant.

And Laihao is also a big boss, not a small fish or shrimp, rich and powerful, with strong soldiers and powerful horses, and is Lei Luo's powerful help in the arena.

As soon as Du Weiguo's upper lip touched his lower lip, he was about to be expelled from Hong Kong Island lightly, and Lei Luo's arm was severed in an instant.

However, Lei Luo has a decisive character and is well versed in the reason why a strong man cuts off his wrists. He only hesitated for a while, and nodded in agreement:
"Okay, I see, I will arrange as soon as possible to let him leave Hong Kong Island."

The change in Lei Luo's eyes could not be hidden from Du Weiguo, but he didn't care. He still smiled and said slowly:

"In addition, within Hong Kong Island, anyone who has copied my keepsake with their own hands will have to chop off their hands as a warning to everyone else. Mr. Lei Luo, this request is not too much, right?"

Lei Luo had no doubts about this, and he didn't even blink his eyelids. They were just low-level low-level craftsmen, so he didn't care.

"No problem, Mr. Wesley, within 3 days, I will give you a satisfactory answer, and I guarantee that from now on, no one on Hong Kong Island will dare to desecrate your signboard."

Du Weiguo smiled and nodded in satisfaction:
"Okay, there is one last thing. I don't want the 1 million Hong Kong dollars. Life in the north is difficult now. You can transfer this money to Mr. Huo and let him donate it for me."

Lei Luo gritted his teeth, suppressed his anger and praised: "Okay, Mr. Wesley is really righteous! My role model is so righteous!"

At 8: in the evening, Du Weiguo drove away from Manhanlou satisfied. He could easily handle Lei Luo and turn the clouds and rains. Before he knew it, he could be regarded as a big boss.

Lei Luo sat alone in the private room, holding a delicate celadon wine cup in his hand, his face was gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Squeak~"

There was a light knock on the door, and Lard Boy opened the door and walked in. He was fatter than before, and he was still dripping with sweat in the cold weather. He looked at Lei Luo's livid face, and asked cautiously:
"Brother Luo, how are you? Did Shashen sell your face?"

Lei Luo took a deep breath, and let out a long, turbid breath, with neither sad nor happy tone:

"1 million Hong Kong dollars bought Ah Hao's life, but he has to leave Hong Kong Island immediately, and he will never get involved in the business again."

Lardboy's complexion suddenly changed, and he cursed:

"Push the street! This Yankee is really too arrogant. Does he think he is the Jade Emperor? Brother Luo, what should we do? Otherwise, let's fight him, and let's just strike first and put him~"

Lard Boy lowered his voice and made a click gesture, which meant it was self-evident. Lei Luo slammed the wine glass on the table heavily.

With sharp eyes, he glanced at him angrily, and scolded angrily:

"What nonsense? What are we going to fight for? With that ghost woman Reina here, can you mobilize the ghost's mobile unit? Just rely on the . in our hands?
Besides, he stayed in Hong Kong Island for so long, and we didn't even find out where he lived. "

Lard boy drooped his brows in embarrassment, and muttered, "Although he has been hiding in the dark all the time, his woman, the behind-the-scenes boss of Kunpeng Films, Megan~"

"boom!"

Lei Luo slammed the table fiercely, and cursed furiously:
"Lard boy, you are so insane! If you dare to touch that woman with a finger, you will be able to destroy your whole family without leaving any chickens or dogs behind. Do you believe it?"

Lard boy was scolded with disgrace, nodded quickly:
"I, I know, I just want to talk about it, Brother Luo, don't be angry. By the way, expel Brother Hao from Hong Kong Island. With his extreme character, can you agree?"

Lardboy cleverly changed the topic. As expected, Lei Luo frowned immediately after hearing this, his eyes were heavy, and he sighed after a long time:
"If you don't agree, you have to go, otherwise he will definitely die. I hope he can wake up a little bit. Let's go, let's go see him."

Two days later, several horrific suicides occurred on Hong Kong Island. Several craftsmen who specialized in counterfeiting seals in the Jianghu all committed suicide by jumping off the building after cutting off their hands.

In two days, a total of 9 people died one after another. When they died, they all had one thing in common, that is, there were several imitated evil tokens in the pockets of the corpses.

At the same time, there is a terrible saying circulating in the rivers and lakes, whoever still has fake Shashen tokens in their hands should destroy them quickly, otherwise they will surely die.

All of a sudden, there was an uproar in the rivers and lakes, and the tokens of the evil god that had been almost flooded suddenly disappeared, not even a single one could be seen.

Tsim Sha Tsui, Ashley Road, an ordinary, slightly boring old apartment, this is the house rented by Uncle Jiu.

It is not easy to live in Hong Kong Island. Uncle Jiu is upright and clean and does not accept illegal money, so he cannot afford to buy a house at all and can only rent it.

At this moment, in the living room of the apartment, Uncle Nine, Pang Xiaoqing, and Du Weiguo are sitting around the stove.

Dabianlu is a saying in Hong Kong Island for eating hot pot. The soup base is carefully boiled by old hens and fish maw, and the golden aroma is tangy.

Shabu dishes are also very rich, including chicken slices, fish slices, beef, shrimp slippery, abalone, pork liver, duck liver, squid, fish balls, duck intestines, and various seasonal fresh vegetables.

Naturally, Pang Xiaoqing tidied up these things with his own hands, with a great deal of thought, and they were all mouth-watering.

Du Weiguo hadn't eaten such a delicious home-cooked dish for a long time, and suddenly moved his index finger, like a starving ghost, gobbling it up, eating it with great enjoyment, like a storm.

Uncle Jiu took a sip of the warmed old Hua Diao, gave him an annoyed look, and teased him in a teasing tone:

"No way, the majestic Lord Sha, who decides his life and death with one word, why is he eating like a beggar on the street now?"

There was a bit of resentment in Uncle Jiu's tone. He was a decent man, upright, and he had a grudge against those craftsmen who were forced to commit suicide.

Pang Xiaoqing wanted to smooth things over, but Uncle Nine stared back at him fiercely. Du Weiguo, with his mouth full of food, replied vaguely:
"Uncle Jiu, those low-ranking people in the rivers and lakes usually rely on cheating and abduction to make a living. Why do you pity them? Besides, I didn't do anything."

Uncle Jiu was unmoved, and snorted:
"It's true that you didn't do anything, it's not that those guys who coveted Laihao's successor just killed them all in order to curry favor with you.

Now they have all issued the Jianghu lore order, and it was issued together by the three major clubs on Hong Kong Island. Oh, Lord Sha, it really is a big face. "

Uncle Nine spoke with a gun and a stick, but Du Weiguo curled his lips in disapproval and didn't say anything.

Recently, Lai Hao is selling his property, and rumors have spread that he committed a crime and was expelled from the island by the order of the evil god.

It also means that the business that he had monopolized before has become a thing without an owner. This is a huge piece of fat. Now, the entire Hong Kong Island is boiling.

Seeing that Du Weiguo didn't take it seriously, Uncle Jiu became even more angry, his long eyebrows were furrowed, and his tone was cold:
"Tell me, are you short of money? Why do you have to deal with such a heartless business, aren't you afraid of God's punishment?"

Uncle Nine's words were so serious that Pang Xiaoqing couldn't bear it any longer, so she quickly grabbed him and tried to smooth things over:

"Uncle Jiu, don't get excited, Mr. is not that kind of person, maybe he has some unavoidable difficulties."

Uncle Jiu spat: "Bah! What's the problem? He's clearly greedy for profit and blinded by money."

Damn, this meal is too much to eat, Du Weiguo put down his chopsticks helplessly, and straightened his face:

"Uncle Jiu, let me ask you a question, can Hong Kong Island completely ban flour?"

The answer is yes, it is absolutely impossible. The reason why this thing has been banned repeatedly is because of its incomparably huge profits, which make people flock to it. There is no need to repeat this point.

In addition, Xiangjiang is an island surrounded by the sea on three sides and extending in all directions. More than half of its current prosperity is due to sea and land transportation and transit.

While bringing convenience and benefits, it is naturally full of mud and sand. If you want to completely ban it, it is like a dream.

Uncle Jiu's tone was suffocated, but he still replied coldly: "Then you can't be complicit and help the evildoers?"

(End of this chapter)