Hong Kong films: Drawing lots to determine death? I'll send the boss to the Western Paradise.

Chapter 139 "137" A Bullet Triggers a Citywide Sweep

"Liang Zheng, are you fucking crazy? Killing someone in a casino? This is Aberdeen, this is a rich area!" Liu Yaozu shouted in terror, his face as pale as paper.

That bastard is completely insane!

“I can kill if I want, do whatever I want… What, Brother Yaozu, are you making demands of me too?” Nan Zheng looked at him and waved the gun barrel with a smile.

Liu Yaozu looked at Nan Zheng as if she were a demon, completely unable to comprehend her thought process.

The restlessness in the private room was instantly calmed down by Nan Zheng's kindness and gentleness, and then more than a dozen security guards rushed in from outside.

"Boss, what happened?" one of the burly men asked, helping Liu Yaozu up.

"Me? You? Him?" Liu Yaozu was completely terrified and had no idea how to answer.

"What, you don't know how to do it?" Nan Zheng looked at Liu Yaozu with a smile:
"Since you don't know what to do, just call the police... After all, when all else fails, call the police."

"Call the police?" Liu Yaozu was stunned again, and the frightened guests in the private room were also completely bewildered.

You killed someone and then called the police?
Do you really have some serious illness?

"Don't look at me like that, have you forgotten something..." Nan Zheng pointed at Lin Dayue:
"This bastard escaped from Stanley Prison, and he was a hardened criminal! If I kill him, I'm stopping crime early. I'm doing good for the people by eliminating a scourge. Why can't I call the police?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone suddenly understood.

It turns out Mr. Nan is a good person!
Liu Yaozu's face was a little pale, but he realized what had happened. Last night, Robinson called Lin Dayue and the others over to Lin Huaile, and at that time, they were all focused on how to kill Liang Zheng.

It only just occurred to me that Lin Dayue actually was a fugitive.

Killing someone isn't a crime; in fact, you get a medal for it—it's really similar to stopping crime.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I really didn't expect this. A fugitive, a wanted criminal, who's been on the news and TV, still dares to show his face openly? And even mock me? Where does he get the courage? Did Liang Jingru give him that?"

“Even Fish Leong isn’t as awesome as him!” Nan Zheng scoffed, then looked at Liu Yaozu.

"Brother Yaozu, how can you let wanted criminals in like this? How can you be a boss?"

"This, this was my oversight," Liu Yaozu stammered. He didn't dare say that he had already met Lin Dayue last night and knew that he was going to kill Nan Zheng.

However, Nan Zheng was unaware of this matter, and even if she had, it wouldn't have mattered.

Anyway, all these idiots are going to die eventually.

"Then you need to learn how to be a boss properly, and don't be careless again." Nan Zheng patted Liu Yaozu's shoulder with a smile, he also felt that something was wrong.

I just acquired the shares, and now someone is causing trouble, even specifically asking me to go there?

If it weren't for me, I wouldn't have had any help before.

Were all those people dead?

Before long, officers from the Southern District Police Station arrived. The casino had been cleared out and replaced with scattered mahjong tiles.

Playing mahjong is legal on Hong Kong Island, so the military uniforms didn't really bother them.

To put it bluntly, they've been bribed, so they turn a blind eye and don't care.

Playing mahjong in such a huge underground casino? Even a fool would know something's wrong.

"Who killed him?" one of the old constables asked. Liu Yaozu was about to speak when Nan Zheng pointed to Wang Jianguo next to him.

"It's him."

"Everyone here can testify to this."

"Lin Dayue? That escaped convict from Stanley Prison? Damn, what a great job!" the old constable muttered. He had originally thought it was a simple murder case.

I never expected the other party to be a fugitive.

Then the nature is different.

The police department might actually have to give an award to the person who fired the shot.

Wang Jianguo was already familiar with this routine. He took out his ID photo and said, "I am a member of Ye Weiyang Security Company, and Mr. Nan is my boss."

"When I spotted the fugitive, I immediately drew my gun and fired back out of professional ethics."

"If you have any questions, I will have our security company's lawyer answer them for you."

"Damn it, a big rock crushed a crab," the old constable couldn't help but curse again.

The other guests just watched without raising any questions or saying anything.

Even if they say that Nan Zheng shot and killed Lin Dayue, it's no big deal.

It's just that the procedures are a bit troublesome.

However, Nan Zheng has never liked trouble.

A while later, a group of serious crime squad members walked in. Huang Bingyao was stunned when he saw Nan Zheng lazily smoking a cigarette. He turned around and cursed, "Why is it you again, you little bastard?"

"Xiao Huang, what you're saying isn't human. I'm helping you maintain social order, and you're cursing at me? Don't you have any humanity?" Nan Zheng said with a smile.

Huang Bingyao came after receiving word that a prisoner at Stanley Concentration Prison had been shot dead.

After all, this matter caused quite a stir; it was all over the news and television before.

He walked over and looked at the corpse on the ground, then looked at Nan Zheng with a strange expression: "No way, Mr. Nan, you've done a good deed again?"

The little bastard immediately became Mr. Nan.

"Otherwise what? Is that not allowed?" Nan Zheng exhaled a cloud of mist, her expression playful.

Huang Bingyao's expression grew increasingly strange.

Nan Zheng has never had any bad luck. He either doesn't get arrested by the police, or when he does, it's because he's doing something good.

The sense of proportion was just perfect.

If I didn't know he was a top-ranked player in Tsim Sha Tsui, I would have really thought he was a law-abiding citizen.

"Alright, since that's the case, then come with us. We'll take your statement."

"I also have something to tell you." Huang Bingyao spoke as if chatting with an old friend, which surprised the others but also made sense.

After all, they have bodyguards, so isn't it normal for them to know a few police superintendents?

"Wait, my game hasn't even started yet," Nan Zheng said, pointing to Qian Wendi, who looked flustered.

"You guys keep cleaning up the mess, we'll move to another private room and keep gambling. Once we're done gambling, that'll be enough."

"Okay, I'll give you face." Huang Bingyao considered it for a moment, and since there wasn't any major problem, he agreed.

After all, Lin Dayue had been out of prison for almost a week, and the higher-ups were keeping a close watch on him, but there was still no news.

Now he's been shot dead by Nan Zheng. Who knows, some foreigners might come over to see who he is.

……

"Don't you really like playing cards? We can start now."

Nan Zheng and Qian Wendi went to another private room, crossed their legs, and acted nonchalantly:

"But this time, I'm not betting money with you, I'm betting my life, betting my head."

"Whoever loses, their life and their head belong to them."

"Mr. Nan, is it really necessary to go this far?" Qian Wendi forced a smile.

His sugar daddy was shot dead by this young man, and the police didn't blame him at all. They even gave him face and allowed him to continue the bet.

Qian Wendi is a con artist, not a moron. It would be truly idiotic for him to continue gambling.

If you win, you won't be able to leave; if you lose, you'll lose your life.

"Qian Wendi, do you think you have a choice?" Nan Zheng sneered.

"Those who oppose me never have a good ending, and those who refuse me even less so... Do you fucking want to die right now?"

“Mr. Nan, I was just doing my job for the money. I really didn’t know Lin Dayue was going to target you,” Qian Wendi said, feeling aggrieved.

"He just wanted me to come to the casino to win money, and he'd give me 70/30 of the winnings, guaranteeing my safety..."

As for the rest, I know absolutely nothing, let alone understand.

After you arrived, Mr. Nan, Lin Dayue, who was constipated, was immediately cured and even came out to provoke you.

That's when I finally realized he was after you.

"So, I misunderstood you?" Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow, her fierce aura spreading outwards.

"I never misunderstand others. Would you like me to take you to see Lin Dayue?"

Qian Wendi: ………

Damn it, I can't gamble, and I can't not gamble either. What do you want from me?

Nan Zheng suddenly remembered something: wasn't Qian Wendi the conman from the Thirty-Six Stratagems? The one who helped Robinson Crusoe get revenge and received 300 million in bonds, which he split with Zhong Chuxiong.

He then asked why it felt so familiar.

I only just remembered it now.

"Mr. Nan, what exactly do you want?" Qian Wendi asked, feeling frustrated.

“I own a casino in Tsim Sha Tsui…” Nan Zheng drawled out the words, and Qian Wendi immediately understood.

"However, I don't accept just any trash. Whether you live or die is up to you."

"Let's go small, one million chips, fifty thousand ante, until we lose it all."

"The three public services and the three major principles are the most important."

The rules for playing San Gong vary from place to place, but as long as the rules are explained in advance, there shouldn't be any problems.

"Okay." Qian Wendi took a deep breath. He knew very well that he had to gamble this time, otherwise he would definitely not survive.

He casually picked up a deck of cards and started shuffling them on the table, repeatedly shuffling and rearranging them.

In reality, no matter how chaotic the shuffling is, a con artist can always get the cards they want from beginning to end.

Because the primary skill for a con artist is memory, followed by the ability to arrange names in order.

Therefore, no matter how messy the shuffling is, unless the cards are cut at the moment of dealing, the cheater can basically know the total value of the entire hand.

After shuffling the cards for a while, Qian Wendi dealt three cards to each person on the table, which is the simplest form of Three Kings.

The Three Kingdoms game is not prestigious even on the international stage, and it can be considered a niche game.

However, it is very popular in Guangdong, Guangxi, Hong Kong and Macau. After all, it is simple. In the past, dockworkers would play it when they had nothing to do. People from Guangdong are also known for their love of gambling.

In addition, there are twins and bullfighting.

In other words, it's either two-card or five-card versions of Three-Card Poker, the gameplay is pretty much the same.

As soon as the cards were dealt to the table, Nan Zheng, smoking a cigarette, said casually, "No need to reveal them. My 369, 8 points, and your three 3s, a set of threes."

"I didn't expect Mr. Nan to know how to count cards?" Qian Wendi was somewhat surprised.

"This is child's play. I knew this when I couldn't even fly a plane. Are you kidding me?" Nan Zheng scoffed, making Qian Wendi feel a little embarrassed.

Nan Zheng raised his hand and put the three cards together, then threw them onto the deck. At that moment, he quickly flicked his little finger, and one of the cards, the 9 of Hearts, flew into his sleeve.

This move is called "Hidden Universe in the Sleeve".

Even with his eyes wide open, Qian Wendi could only spot a slight flaw in Nan Zheng's level 10 all-around cheating skills, let alone the fact that he didn't care about Nan Zheng at all.

Then they called the dealer over to deal the cards.

After all, he's a con artist. If you let him deal the cards every time, even if he's completely blind, he can still tell by feel that the number of cards is wrong.

After all, a deck of cards only has about 50 cards, and becoming a cheater requires years of accumulation, with top-tier players categorized into three, two, and one elite level.

Even the worst third-rate person can sense something's wrong; if they can't...

Without a doubt, he also hid the cards.

(If you like what I say about gambling and cheating, I'll write more; if not, I'll keep it brief. I'll see what your suggestions are.)
Then the dealer dealt several more rounds. Nan Zheng hid a Jack of Hearts and a King of Clubs in her palm. Qian Wendi lowered his head and smoked one cigarette after another, looking very anxious.

Because, except for the first hand where he folded, Nan Zheng almost always went all-in.

We're almost at the tenth round now, and even if we fold, the ante is still 50,000 per hand.

Qian Wendi has run out of chips.

He had no idea whether Nan Zheng knew or was capable of cheating.

Therefore, they dared not take any risks at all.

However, Nan Zheng was different. He knew that Qian Wendi was a conman, so he was always bold and not afraid of the other party cheating at all.

After all, one is gambling with money, and the other is gambling with one's life.

Different mindsets lead to different emotions.

The dealer in the middle started washing the dishes and gradually sensed something was wrong, looking at the two of them with a strange expression.

Damn it, why are so many cards missing?

There were only fifty-odd sheets in total, but only a little over forty were displayed here.

Are you going to use all these cards to wipe your poop?
However, the dealer couldn't say much.

The next round, which was also the last, came quickly, because Qian Wendi's eyes lit up, clearly indicating that he was going all in.

"All in!" Sure enough, Qian Wendi laughed and pushed all his chips forward, while simultaneously drawing and exchanging cards in one swift motion.

He also used the "hidden universe" technique.

Laughter is used to attract attention, and talking is used to disrupt. Once a con artist is known to be a con artist, the best course of action is to leave as soon as possible.

Otherwise, the only option is to use unconventional methods to win.

Nan Zheng showed no expression, and a hint of disdain curled at the corner of her mouth.

Qian Wendi suddenly felt a little uncertain.

“刚才荷官给你发了两张4，剩下一张是10……让我猜猜，你是把10换成3，还是把10换成了4？9点稳赢还是想三条必胜？”

Qian Wendi was taken aback.

“I bet you switched your cards to three of a kind, otherwise how could you have won my eight points?” Nan Zheng said with a smile.

His hand consisted of a King of Spades, a Six of Clubs, and a Two of Hearts.

"I really didn't expect that Mr. Nan would actually be an expert in the Blue Road. My caution was justified." Qian Wendi took a deep breath to calm himself down and forced a smile.

"But what if you know? If you can't catch me switching cards, I still win."

Qian Wendi quickly revealed his hand, and sure enough, it was three 4s and three of a kind.

"Don't be too happy, because you're getting excited too soon." Nan Zheng also raised her hand to reveal her hand, and Qian Wendi's eyes widened in an instant.

His mouth dropped open involuntarily, his face filled with disbelief:

"This, this, this... Three Kings!?" Hearts Jack, Clubs King, Spades King, Three Kings.

The first two cards were hidden beforehand, and the last card was just dealt by the dealer, which is the current card.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Qian Wendi suddenly stood up, his face filled with shock: "How could you possibly switch two cards at the same time!?"

"That's impossible," Nan Zheng scoffed. "But who said I swapped two cards at the same time?"

"The moment you said you were pushing chips in a straight, I swapped my 6 for a Jack, and the moment I revealed my hand, I swapped my 2 for a King... Qian Wendi, I've said it before, I didn't even know how to play a straight back then, but I could do this kind of child's play."

"Trying to outmaneuver me? You're still too green!" Then Nan Zheng suddenly pulled the dealer over and ripped off his clothes.

In an instant, seven or eight cards appeared in the two pockets.

These were the cards that Nan Zheng and Qian Wendi had previously collected. The moment they finished playing all-in, they had already started throwing the cards into the dealer's pocket to discard them.

The purpose of doing this is to prevent being caught cheating.

As for how it happened so quietly... well, it all comes down to attention.

The moment the dealer bends down to deal the cards to both sides, their attention will only be focused on the cards, and the other side will naturally be able to fold.

Qian Wendi sat slumped on the table, looking utterly hopeless and ashen-faced.

We lost. We really lost.

The dealer was completely dumbfounded; his red underwear had been pulled out when Nan Zheng tugged at it.

The key point is that he still doesn't understand what happened, how all the hidden cards ended up on him?

Are you two using me as a dumping ground?
“Qian Wendi, I won… Don’t worry, I won’t take your life. I just want you to come to my place and be my casino.”

"When the casinos in Macau reopen, we'll see how you perform before deciding whether to send you there."

Nan Zheng now realized that Qian Wendi was probably at a mid-to-high level of second-rate talent.

In the story, he is a professional liaison between two ghosts, meaning he needs his assistant, A-Zhi, to cooperate.

This level of quality is top-notch.

Not bad.

Con artists are rare indeed.

Not everyone you find is Gao Jin.

"Let's go." Nan Zheng straightened his suit, stood up and said, "After we finish giving our statement at the police station, I'll take you to my casino for a look around, and I'll also teach one of your female apprentices."

"Don't worry, just do a good job during this period, and I guarantee you and your girlfriend will live a life of luxury."

“Okay, boss,” Qian Wendi said with a wry smile, knowing he had no choice at all.

Because he realized the last sentence was a threat.

A person without a brain can't be a con artist.

……

Two hours later, Nan Zheng finished giving her statement at the Southern District Police Station and the Major Crimes Unit.

Sitting in his office, Huang Bingyao scratched his back while holding a gun and couldn't help but say, "Mr. Nan, you've really become a good citizen this time."

"Damn! I'd completely forgotten that this bastard has a ton of money in his pocket that I haven't squeezed dry yet."

"Now they've really taken their money to their graves," Nan Zheng cursed.

Lin Dayue's arrogant words made him angry.

Then they shot him.

Only then did he realize he was a sucker.

“I don’t know if he has any money. But I do know that he has no assets under his name now. He has sold off dozens of shops, big and small, at a bargain price,” Huang Bingyao said. This information was not hard to find.

"What the heck?" Nan Zheng asked, looking puzzled.

“I have no idea what he’s up to. I’ve done the math. He’s selling it off so cheaply. It’s a deal worth hundreds of millions, and he’s only getting a little over 50 million… I don’t know what he’s up to with such a bad deal.”

"Damn! Are they trying to mess with me?" Nan Zheng pondered for a moment, somewhat suspicious.

This time, Lin Dayue's wrath was aimed at him.

He wouldn't have done this if it weren't for getting himself into trouble.

After all, Tommy is currently his front man, and if he dies...

Then Lin Dayue can also take back the Big Crocodile Group.

But what gave him the right to do this? Who gave him the courage?

Could it be Robinson Crusoe, that loser?

But that doesn't make sense! This bastard gave me all the shares, and now he wants to kill me?

Nan Zheng still hasn't figured it out.

Whether you understand or not doesn't matter; the important thing is to kill them all when the time comes.

It's better to take everything than just shares.

"And I have something else to tell you," Huang Bingyao said, tapping the table. "Do you remember that Smith?"

"That idiot? Remember him?"

“Just remember that. He’s not a chief superintendent… but his brother is. He’s currently the chief superintendent of the anti-triad unit, Tom,” Wong Bing-yiu said.

"Tom is now keeping a close watch on the Ni family, largely because of Smith's death."

"Because he felt that it was because the Ni family killed Smith and cheated Zhu Tao out of his goods... After all, competitors are enemies, and Tom and Ni Kun have been fighting for many years, their grudges are not ordinary."

"Damn, is that so?" Nan Zheng laughed, not expecting the foreigners to be so greedy.

This is a classic case of shooting oneself in the foot.

“Yes.” Huang Bingyao nodded: “Old Lian’s side has already started investigating this Tom.”

However, nothing has been found yet because he has a clean record.

It was as if his brother's actions had nothing to do with him.

He has assets of around 100,000 Hong Kong dollars, and his wife and relatives are all clean.

If you want to investigate further, his brother might be a lead… Unfortunately, you've sent him and all the money to their graves.”

"Why make things so complicated? Just kill Tom, why do we need to find evidence? Evidence is for judges." Nan Zheng said dismissively.

"Do you think we're gangsters?" Wong Bing-Yiu said, speechless.

"Isn't that right? We're unlicensed thugs, you're licensed thugs, what's the difference?"

"It's just an extra layer of skin."

In essence, today's cops are really not much different from thugs.

Even if that's not the case, they're still just wasting their lives.

Even now, military uniforms still retain the traditional, fine habit of being blind to money.

It's just that it's not as open and aboveboard as before, that's all.

Anyway, as long as Tom's demise and the Ni family's dogfight don't affect him, it's fine.

If it gets out... then I'll just send him to meet his brother.

Nan Zheng quickly finished the formalities and went out, preparing to return to Tsim Sha Tsui with Qian Wendi. However, before they even got in the car, a sharp pain suddenly came from the back of her head. She subconsciously raised her hand to touch it and turned her head to the side.

boom!
A bullet whizzed past his ear and struck the door of the Major Crimes Unit.

Clang.

The signboard hanging above also fell down, hitting him squarely on the instep, making him howl in pain.

"Grab him!" Wang Jianguo shouted, pointing at the figure at the alley entrance. Scarface and his men rushed forward at lightning speed.

A group of plainclothes officers rushed over upon hearing the commotion. Nan Zheng glanced down and sneered, "Officer Huang, your Serious Crimes Unit is practically full of dead men now! Even assassins dare to kill law-abiding citizens right at your doorstep!"

"Arrest them right now! What are you all standing around for?" Huang Bingyao yelled, his face grim. Several plainclothes officers rushed over immediately.

He took a deep breath and looked at Nan Zheng: "Mr. Nan, I will give you an answer within three days."

"Whatever." Nan Zheng got into the car indifferently, while Qian Wendi watched with trepidation.

No wonder Liang Zheng has so many bodyguards; someone even tried to kill her at the entrance of the Serious Crimes Unit!

How many enemies has he made?

"Back to Tsim Sha Tsui," Nan Zheng said with a smile and a whistle, in a fairly good mood.

He was originally going to get angry and yell at people, but then he suddenly thought of something...

Damn it, this is the Wan Chai Major Crime Unit headquarters! The cops are more anxious than I am, why am I in such a hurry?
Tomorrow there might be a city-wide search, which is much faster than doing it yourself.

After all, if they can't catch the person within a day, how will they maintain order in the future?

If they can't catch the culprit after losing so much face this time, what if someone tries to bomb the Governor's House next time? Wouldn't they be able to get away with it?

Nan Zheng had tried to stop laughing, but his mother still couldn't help it.

I can't help it.

Damn, are assassins these days this stupid? Daring to carry out an assassination at the headquarters of the Major Crimes Unit?

I admire their courage!

……

However, Nan Zheng's guess was wrong. In less than a day, almost all of the tens of thousands of police officers in Hong Kong received orders and, after midnight, they all went out to raid most of the triad territories.

It's not just one place, nor just one district, but the entire Hong Kong Island.

Almost all gangs were wiped out, and those involved in arms dealing, drug trafficking, and wanted criminals were all arrested.

Tonight is probably the day with the highest crime-solving rate in Hong Kong's history.

All of Hung Hing's establishments were raided.

Nothing much happened in Tsim Sha Tsui; Li Ying and his men simply checked the business license and left.

I was a victim myself.

Standing at the office window, Nan Zheng watched the densely packed military uniforms sweeping across Yau Tsim Mong and marveled, "One bullet has caused a sensation throughout the entire Hong Kong Island police force, even more united than when they all stormed the Independent Commission Against Corruption back then."

"This damn gunman has finally gained some face."

"Will sweeping the area like this catch the murderer? Won't it just be finding someone to take the blame?" Wang Jianguo asked.

"Take the blame? How? Who dares to take the blame?"

"Use your head?" Nan Zheng scoffed.

"The purpose of doing this is to tell all community groups in Hong Kong that the most powerful force here is the police, not those gangsters."

"It's also about putting pressure on you... If we can't find anyone in a day, we'll raid all your gangster territories and make you all go and rob people."

"After all, they're cops. If they can't handle foreigners, they can at least handle you gangsters, right?"

Wang Jianguo seemed to be deep in thought.

To put it bluntly, Wong Bing-yiu also knew that he couldn't catch the person in a short time, but that didn't mean the gangsters had no connections, especially with so many people in all the triads in Hong Kong.

They are likely to know the news to some extent.

This has blown up way too much; even killing a few Flying Tigers members wouldn't have been this serious.

Assassinating a law-abiding citizen at the headquarters of the Wan Chai District Serious Crime Unit—is that something a human being could do?
To put it nicely, it was an assassination attempt; to put it bluntly, it was a challenge to the police force, a threat to the royal government, and an attempt to overthrow the Queen…

After all, if you can kill someone right in front of the police station, then you can probably do the Queen at Government House, right?
Once it happens, it will happen again. When it involves their own interests and safety, it's no wonder those foreigners are afraid.

That's why there was a massive crackdown across Hong Kong.

"Boss, should we do something? After all, that assassin was after you," Wang Jianguo asked. By the time he went after the gunman, he had already escaped.

"Who says it's definitely me? Maybe someone just doesn't like Wong Bing Yiu becoming Chief Superintendent?" Nan Zheng said with a mocking expression.

The phone rang as soon as he finished speaking.

As soon as the call connected, an angry voice came from the other end: "We've found out some things. The assassin ended up in the New Territories. Are any of your enemies there?"

Wang Jianguo immediately went to investigate, and Nan Zheng then lazily said, "The New Territories is so big, and there are so many enemies, who knows who they are? Just from what I know, there are Tung Sing, the Seven Vajras, and Zhu Tao's old subordinates..."

"Damn it! Just wait, when I find him, I'll skin him alive!" Huang Bingyao cursed.

Just then, Wang Jianguo returned: "There are many triads in the New Territories, but the ones that are related to you, boss, are Tung Sing, Hung Lung Society, Sun Luen Shing, Hung Luen Society... and the recently emerging Sun Hung Lok."

“Xin Hongle?” Nan Zheng turned her head abruptly.

“Yes.” Wang Jianguo nodded: “The list was obtained from Hua Di; he’s more familiar with it over there.”

"This new Hong Le is formed by the former members of the Gentlemen's Victory Club that you previously disbanded."

"I heard that Shi Shi is now the second-in-command, and Fei Quan is the leader."

“Stone concrete, flying all?” Nan Zheng suddenly laughed, and laughed even more happily.

"Yes, what is it?" Wang Jianguo asked.

"You have no idea, these people are all old friends of mine..." Nan Zheng lit a cigarette, thought for a moment, and said:
"That's them."

"Have Hua Di send someone over to find out where those two bastards, Shi Shi and Fei Quan, are."

"I need to know their whereabouts tonight. Even if I can't find their address, I need to know where Xin Hongle's headquarters is and how many people are there."

"The police can take action against people... but as human beings, we have to rely on ourselves."

"Okay." Wang Jianguo didn't ask any more questions and turned to go out to make a phone call.

If the number of people in Xinhongle is small, should we buy a kilogram of TNT and blow them all up?

Nan Zheng smoked a cigarette, her face beaming with a smile, but the smile grew increasingly cold.

Lin Dayue, Xin Hongle —

These two idiots appeared out of nowhere, and both of them had a grudge against me. To say that tonight's events had nothing to do with them... who would believe that?
Whether you believe it or not doesn't matter, and whether they did it or not doesn't matter either.

Nan Zheng felt that what they did was enough.

Anyway, gangsters don't need to rely on evidence to do their things, especially since they're all enemies.

Nan Zheng thought it would save her from potential future troubles.

Let's just kill their whole family and end it all.

(End of this chapter)