"I, let's go to the Songpa workshop again." Qin Feng suddenly said, "If I guessed correctly, that mysterious person must have also been to the Songpa workshop and entered in a way we don't know. If we If you can find clues there, this case will be completely clear."

"What if I can't find it?" Tang Ren asked.

"Then, then your black pot is set!" Qin Feng said.

"Depend on!"

"Relax, don't worry, there is no death penalty in Siam, you, you will come out after you have been locked up for more than 40 years." Qin Feng teased.

"Shit!" Tang Ren raised his voice.

"No, but, maybe you will be thrown into the Chao Phraya River by Mr. Yan first to feed the crocodiles." Qin Feng said again.

"Fuck!" Tang Ren's eyes widened in horror.

"Maybe it will be killed by that mysterious person." Qin Feng thought about it and said again.

"Fuck!" Tang Ren gasped, his voice trembling.

"You, what else can you do besides talking shit?" Qin Feng couldn't help complaining.

Tang Ren looked at Qin Feng: "Don't forget, the police are also looking for you. Mr. Yan said that he would also throw you to feed the crocodile. Also, you have guessed so many truths, that mysterious person is very likely. You are also blind to silence."

The look on Qin Feng's face was stagnant for a while, and he said, "Damn it!"

At the same time, a young man with a mustache happened to walk into a secluded villa on Sukhumvit Avenue.

In the villa, a white-haired young man was sitting on the sofa. His face was pale, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Behind him, there were also two tattooed youths who were dressed strangely.

The sound of the bearded youth opening the door alarmed the people in the room. After the white-haired youth was stunned for a moment, he let out a strange cry, laughed loudly, stood up, and walked towards the door.

"The beard is so handsome!"

The white-haired young man pointed at the mustache and barked, then put his head in front of the mustache's eyes and widened his eyes: "Hey, is it troublesome to trim the beard?"

Moustache glanced at him, suddenly smiled, patted his shoulder, and walked around him.

The white-haired young man shook his hands with a smile, and pointed at his two subordinates at will: "I'm going out, I want to talk about something, do you have a wink? Do you want me to invite you?"

The two men hurried out, not daring to say a word, as if they were extremely afraid of this white-haired young man.

In the process, Moustache went around the villa and opened the doors of all the rooms to check.

"Are you going to be so careful?" The white-haired youth said disdainfully. He took out a cigarette and lit it for himself. After puffing out a puff of smoke, a look of intoxication appeared on his face.

"You are so careful where you choose? Wow, are you usually very tired?" He continued with a weird smile.

Moustache ignored him, and checked the places under the table, the gaps of the sofa, etc. that could be checked.

"Would you like to search me too?" The white-haired young man got a little angry when he saw this.

Moustache stuck to the ground, looked around carefully, then stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.

"No need." He smiled at the white-haired youth.

If you had such a brain, you wouldn't be tricked by me to come from Hong Kong Island to Taijing...

"Sit." He made a gesture of invitation and said to the white-haired youth.

"Cut! Be serious." The white-haired youth scolded disdainfully, walked over, and sat on the sofa, like a soft-bodied worm without a skeleton. On the table.

Moustache glanced at his feet on the table, frowning slightly, but then let go.

"Let's get to know each other formally," Moustache said with a smile, "Zhang Ziwei."

"Tsim Sha Tsui Duan Kun." The white-haired young man said lazily and casually, he squinted at Zhang Ziwei, "Stop talking nonsense! You called me and said that your Golden Triangle chose me to be the sole agent on Hong Kong Island. I admire you very much. But there is no free lunch in the world, tell me, what do you need me to do?"

Moustache looked at Duan Kun with a smile. This man was just as he knew, reckless, mindless, impulsive, and moody.

Most importantly, this Duan Kun is very ambitious and wants to set up the largest society on Hong Kong Island.

"Dare to kill?" Zhang Ziwei asked.

"It depends on who to kill." Duan Kun said lazily, "Don't take me for a fool, I know there are some people I can't afford to offend for the time being."

"Son of the Eight-faced Buddha, dare to kill him?" Zhang Ziwei said with a smile.

Duan Kun's expression changed suddenly, he sat up suddenly, leaned forward, and stared at Zhang Ziwei's eyes.

"Are you kidding me?" He said with a bad expression.

"Isn't that necessary?" Zhang Ziwei laughed. He took out a photo from his pocket and showed it to Duan Kun.

In the photo is a group photo, the man is Zhang Ziwei himself, and the woman is very beautiful and has a good figure.

"This is my wife." Zhang Ziwei said, "Her name is Mina, the daughter of the Eight-faced Buddha."

"You are the son-in-law of the Eight-faced Buddha?" Duan Kun asked in surprise, "Then why did you kill his son?"

"The eight-faced Buddha is old." Zhang Ziwei put away the photo and said slowly, "I want to sit in his seat."

When Duan Kun heard this, he immediately gave a thumbs up: "Have ambition! I like people with ideals like you!"

"But..." Duan Kun changed his words, "How do I know that you won't cross the river and demolish the bridge? Besides, even if his son dies, who knows whether it will be your turn to be in that position?"

Zhang Ziwei smiled brightly.

"I'll kill anyone who gets in my way!" he said, "The world has changed, it should have been our young people's world a long time ago! The old guys thought they could use the word "rule" to press us down, then I would Tell them with a gun that whoever has the bigger fist is the rule!"

At the end of Zhang Ziwei's words, his eyes have become extremely sharp, and his smile has also turned into a cold and ferocious smile.

"Would you like to take a gamble with me?" He stared at Duan Kun's eyes, "If you lose, run away; if you win..."

He paused, stretched out a finger and poked Duan Kun's right shoulder, and said viciously: "The entire Hong Kong Island is yours!"

Duan Kun was told by Zhang Ziwei, his eyes were red, his hands were shaking, and his blood was boiling.

But he was still a little hesitant~lightnovelpub.net~ Zhang Ziwei sat back on the sofa again, and continued leisurely: "As long as you nod, I will give you a ton of goods as a reward for this matter."

Duan Kun's breathing suddenly became rapid.

"Just think about it," Zhang Ziwei took out the humidor, took out a cigar and trimmed it slowly, "but the chance is only this time. In fact, what you have to do is very simple, four Word - shoot and kill!"

Duan Kun's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he suddenly gritted his teeth for a long time: "I won't let me do it in Siam, right? Wouldn't that be courting death?"

"On Hong Kong Island." Zhang Ziwei lit the fire with a "pop" and smoked the cigar with the fire. "Moreover, he will not bring more than ten people."

"If that's the case..." Duan Kun murmured, his face suddenly turned ruthless, he thumped the table with a "bang", gritted his teeth and said viciously: "I'm done!"

Zhang Ziwei immediately smiled happily. He handed over the trimmed cigar and raised his neck gently: "Try this?"