Hong Kong variety show: Why do you say I'm crazy?

"The bomb... is fake."

Fake? No way, the Marquis of Zhongyong dared not be careless.

"Boss, how do you know it's fake? If it is real, for your safety, you should call the police first. This is not a time for jokes."

You idiot, who the hell is joking with you? Do you think I wouldn't feel the weight of the box on my body?

"It's really fake."

"But what if it's true? We can't be careless."

"I said! It! Is! Fake!"

"I thought it was true, boss, stop messing around."

Lei Gong was already in pain all over his body, and those bastards seemed to know about his physical condition.

He has diabetes, so they have canned fruit in their canned goods; he has gout, so they have canned seafood.

The physical pain, coupled with the anger he felt at the time caused by the Earl of Zhongyong, almost made him faint. He used the last bit of strength to pull off the box on his chest.

"Crack!"

It turned out to be just a plastic box that looked like metal, with a small bag of snacks inside.

Lei Gong forcefully slapped the bag of snacks onto Zhongyong Bo's head.

"Damn it, did you see that? It's Gan Dazi!!!"

After saying this, Lei Gong finally fainted from happiness.

.........

In the warehouse, Wang Taiyi was conducting post-war discussions as usual.

"Everyone did a great job again this time. I want to give special praise to the brother who got trapped. Come on, who did it? Stand up, everyone give him a round of applause!"

"Clap clap clap clap..."

Applause erupted, and a bald, burly man stood up. It was Hyoga. Perhaps Hyoga's mask was too popular and sold out, so Wang Taiyi simply cut a juicy, featherless roasted goose from the roast goose shop's advertisement and made it into a mask for him.

"Oh? So it's Hyoga! Come on! Tell everyone why your rope-tying skills are so artistic? Did you study rope art at Little Life?"

The big man was a bit shy.

"Well, I used to tie up pigs and pig figures when I was in my hometown, but I didn't know what rope art was."

Wow, he's from Northeast China.

"Haha, I didn't expect Binghe to be from Northeast China. Everyone should learn more from this brother in the future, and learn from his art."

Everyone was happy after pulling off another successful job, laughing and drinking with canned goods in the warehouse.

Mei Lantian looked at Wang Taiyi and asked:

"Brother, what was the meaning of that line you asked me to say at the end? What about the arms dealer? Are you trying to frame Uncle Hai?"

"Hiccup~~"

Wang Taiyi let out a burp.

"Yeah, I did it on purpose. What? You feel sorry for that old man?"

Mei Lantian rolled her big lips.

"No, it's just that Uncle Hai has already been treated like that by you, it's not worth torturing him further, we won't lose anything."

Wang Tai slammed his hand on the table.

"How could it not be that bad? How could there be no loss? He made me a defaulter in the entire loan shark industry in Hong Kong. I could have just stolen their money and killed anyone who dared to come to collect the debt, and made my own wealth sooner. But what happened? How much time did this waste? Do you know how much damage this has done to me?"

Mei Lantian didn't say anything; her older brother was petty.

Looking at Mei Lantian, Wang Taiyi suddenly remembered that this person had a good relationship with Uncle Hai's leader, A Lang. Could the two be a couple? Is this the boss who dotes on his lover?

He patted Mei Lantian on the shoulder.

"Alright, I'll give you face. This is the last time I'll mess with that old man. As long as he pulls through, I promise I won't do anything to him again, okay? Tell your wife not to worry."

Mei Lantian watched as Lao Wang's lips began to contract again. Although she didn't understand what her older brother was saying, she still nodded.

"Oh, thank you."

.........

Chapter 60 Successful framing

When Lei Gong woke up from his sickbed, he felt dizzy and his whole body ached.

This time, when he woke up, he didn't shout or scream immediately, but instead cautiously looked around.

This is a high-end ward, and Uncle Zhongyong is sleeping like a log on the bed next to me.

It's confirmed, it's safe.

Seeing the Earl of Zhongyong sleeping soundly and snoring so loudly, the God of War was furious. "I'm in this state and you're sleeping so soundly? Why don't you go sleep in another room?"

Lei Gong knew this guy was doing it for his own safety, otherwise he would have killed him long ago. Damn, he's so infuriating.

"Water..." Lei Gong was extremely thirsty.

"Oh!"

Zhongyongbo, like a fat pig, sprang to his feet on the bed.

"Boom!"

He stepped on the small bed and it collapsed.

To be fair, the Earl of Zhongyong was quite alert and skilled; just look at that little somersault – most people couldn't do that.

"Who? Who? Who is it?!"

The Earl of Zhongyong patrolled around with a gun, extremely vigilant.

"Drip...drip...drip..."

The alarm connected to the Thunder God's finger started sounding.

Lei Gong was so frightened by Zhong Yongbo's smooth little combo that he had a heart attack.

"Boss! Boss, what's wrong?!"

Lei Gong clutched his heart and glared at Zhong Yongbo, unable to utter a single word.

Doctors and nurses rushed in quickly and began resuscitation efforts.

……

When Lei Gong sat on the hospital bed again, all the members of the Sanlian Gang in Hong Kong had arrived at the hospital. The leaders were all in the wards, as were Shan Ji and Ding Yao.

The Earl of Zhongyong stood in the last row, like a primary school student who had done something wrong.

"I've thought about what happened before."

Lei Gong said resentfully:

"Those bastards' careless words when they left have already given away their identities. Did they think I wouldn't find out? Humph!"

Ding Yao sat on the edge of the bed, the swelling on her face still hadn't subsided.

"Darling, who is he?"

"Hmph, they say that with that money they can keep their position as the leader in Hong Kong's arms industry, and the only ones who can be called leaders in Hong Kong's arms industry are Johnny Wang and Uncle Hai."

"Uncle Hai had always been the leader until recently when he was slightly surpassed by Johnny Wang. So those people must be Uncle Hai's men. Damn it, where did that old man get the guts?"

Ding Yao frowned. Although she wanted to cause chaos in the Sanlian Gang, her plan was to make the Sanlian Gang and Hongxing go to war. She had already laid the groundwork. Now she had already seduced Shanji. She would invite Hongxing's high-ranking officials to visit through Shanji, and then kill Lei Gong and frame him.

When the two gangs go to war, she forges a document to become the acting gang leader, and then uses the war between the two gangs to eliminate all those who oppose her. Perfect!

But then a group of kidnappers suddenly appeared, and then Uncle Hai showed up, completely disrupting her plans. What should she do? Was she just going to let them do all the work for nothing?

Originally, the two equally matched gangs could have worn each other down, but suddenly an arms dealer appeared. If they could be eliminated, that would be fine, but if these people retaliated, it would be a real headache.

Ding Yao rubbed her temples.

"Darling, could there be a mistake?"

"will not."

At this age, Lei Gong is stubborn and self-righteous, believing that he is always right and everyone else is wrong; he has a bit of an egotistical attitude.

"Remember that kidnapper who led the group called Poseidon? I specifically asked Uncle Zhongyong to check his information. It turns out that Poseidon's nickname is Sea King. Sea, the Sea from Uncle Hai's name. These two must be related, maybe even illegitimate children or something."

Ding Yao cursed inwardly, "You old fool, how could you connect this to anything? You must be delusional!"

Zhongyong, who was "looking up information" in the crowd, felt a little guilty. He gripped the Saint Seiya comic in his pocket, wondering if he had gotten into trouble.

However, he didn't dare to speak. He thought about the information he had looked up, and the God Cloth was so cool.

"Snapped!"

Lei Gong smashed the water cup on the ground.