The two reached a consensus on the issue of the eight-faced Buddha hairstyle, so the tense atmosphere suddenly eased a lot.

Five minutes later, the smuggling boat disguised as a fishing boat started slowly, and He Xie and Zhang Ziwei walked out of the cabin and onto the deck.

The sea breeze is blowing, and the sun is rising.

The two stood side by side, looking at the pier that was gradually receding, and at the rising sun.

"Hey, seriously, do you have a grudge against the Eight-faced Buddha?" Zhang Ziwei asked without looking back.

"Most people don't kill for hatred." He Xie said, "You used to be a policeman, you should know this very well.

Zhang Ziwei was silent for a while and looked at He Xie with a smile: "Although my past is not a secret, but from your tone, you seem to know me well?"

"It's more than you think." He Xie said, "Actually, I came for you."

Zhang Ziwei's smile froze, but then he pointed to his nose with a slight exaggeration: "Me? Hey, I have a wife, and I don't like men."

"How do you know if you don't try?" He Xie looked at him with a smile.

Zhang Ziwei was stunned, took a step back, and said in surprise, "Are you serious?"

"Of course it's fake! Are you very narcissistic?" He Xie squinted.

"Damn, I was scared to death by you." Zhang Ziwei breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head amusingly.

"Have you ever thought about what to do with your wife if you kill the Eight-faced Buddha?" He Xie suddenly raised a heavy topic.

The smile on Zhang Ziwei's face slowly subsided.

"I'm a policeman, he's a drug dealer, we cannot coexist." He said slowly, his tone was heavy, as if trying to convince himself.

But he still didn't answer what his wife should do. Obviously, he was avoiding the question.

"What you really want is not the life of the Eight-faced Buddha." He Xie said to him.

"You really think you know me well?" Zhang Ziwei smiled, "Are you the roundworm in my stomach? You know what I want?"

He Xie looked at him for a while, then smiled and patted his shoulder.

"You're just looking for an answer, right?" he said.

Zhang Ziwei looked at the hand on his shoulder: "What answer?"

"An answer that you don't even know what it is." He Xie smiled, "but you don't want to know. You are very contradictory, so when you know the answer, you may not want anything."

Zhang Ziwei was silent for a long time before he forced a smile: "Mr. Yan said the same thing as you, but you said it more thoroughly than him."

"You big men, do you all see people very accurately?" he asked.

"Not necessarily," He Xie said, "because we have come step by step, and we have missed many people and paid a heavy price. People all have to grow, and the price of growth is to keep seeing the wrong people. Wrong choice."

"Looking at your appearance in your early twenties, you are not as old as me." Zhang Ziwei said with a smile, "Why are you talking so vicissitudes of life?"

"So let you call me Master He." He Xie smiled.

"Okay! I'll call you Master He from now on!" Zhang Ziwei laughed.

The two were slightly silent.

"You really want to kill the Eight-faced Buddha?" Zhang Ziwei asked.

"Really." He Xie said.

"But after killing an eight-faced Buddha, there may be another one." Zhang Ziwei said quietly.

He turned his head and looked at He Xie deeply: "Maybe it's you."

"What kind of thing is the eight-faced Buddha, and it deserves to be compared with me?" He Xie said disdainfully.

He looked at Zhang Ziwei and said, "Why do you think I'm coming at you?"

"I can't guess." Zhang Ziwei shook his head.

"If I were the next eight-faced Buddha, what would I do with you? Selling independence?" He Xie pointed to Zhang Ziwei's chest, "I can't find a person who sells independence, so I'll find you a person who will fight for independence. Am I making myself uncomfortable?"

Zhang Ziwei was silent.

He had to admit that He Xie made a lot of sense.

But because of this, he couldn't understand why He Xie was looking for him.

"Why not, let's make an agreement." He Xie smiled.

"What agreement?" Zhang Ziwei asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

"The main purpose of my trip to Hong Kong Island is because of you." He Xie said, "So, on Hong Kong Island, you are my boss. I will do whatever you ask me to do."

"So good?" Zhang Ziwei smiled.

"When your affairs on Hong Kong Island are finished, you will accompany me to the Golden Triangle." He Xie continued with a smile, "I will be your boss then, and you can do whatever I ask you to do."

Zhang Ziwei looked at He Xie.

After a long time, he nodded: "It's a word."

He didn't think he could come back alive from Hong Kong Island.

If you have a choice, never take a boat from the Gulf of Siam to Hong Kong Island, especially a smuggling boat, this is the advice from He Xie.

On the afternoon of the third day, He Xie and others finally set foot on the land of Hong Kong Island.

As soon as Zhang Ziwei's cell phone was turned on, he received two calls.

The first call was from his wife. Zhang Ziwei hid aside and finished the call in a very gentle voice.

After hanging up the phone, his face sank immediately.

He walked up to He Xie and said solemnly: "Mina is with his two brothers, and the eight-faced Buddha didn't come."

"It's normal." He Xie looked at the dimly lit Hong Kong Island and felt a sense of revisiting the old place.

Although, not the old place of this time and space.

"Don't worry, he's back." He Xie smiled. "If his son is dead and he doesn't dare to stand up, then what qualifications does he have to be called an eight-faced Buddha? Eight-headed pigs, or nine-headed turtles."

Zhang Ziwei smiled.

He found that He Xie had a kind of self-confidence in his grasp at all times~lightnovelpub.net~ This kind of self-confidence is particularly infectious.

He pointed to He Xie, and just as he was about to speak, another call came.

"It's Duan Kun."

Zhang Ziwei glanced at He Xie, thought for a moment, and directly connected to the speakerphone.

On the other end of the phone, there was a nervous and strange cry: "Oh! I finally answered the phone, I thought you were playing with me!"

"Where are you?" Zhang Ziwei asked.

Duan Kun is of no value anymore, keeping him is just a scourge. The first thing Zhang Ziwei did when he arrived was to kill Duan Kun.

"Big brother, when I came out to hang out on the first day?" Duan Kun laughed on the phone, "How do I know if you can eat both ends? Tell you where I am, and then wait for you to kill me? hey hey hey..."

Zhang Ziwei smiled sarcastically, but his tone remained calm: "What do you want?"

"Simple, you buy this batch of goods, and I'll go there for a year and a half to ensure that no one can find me. How about it, I'm very caring, right?" Duan Kun's tone was slightly playful.

"Give me an account." Zhang Ziwei said.

"Hehehe..." Duan Kun let out a nervous laugh again, "Okay, as long as I can get there safely and receive the money, I'll tell you where that shipment is."

"No problem." Zhang Ziwei's eyes narrowed slightly, his face full of murderous intent, but Duan Kun couldn't see it.

"that's it."

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