Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 22
Wang Bo sat slumped on the ground, looking at the four big men surrounding him with sweat on his forehead.

Turn your head again.

A Biao had already disappeared into the crowd.

There was a look of despair in Wang Bo's eyes.

5 yuan.

How can I have so much money to fill this pit?
The money for playing tonight was all scraped together.

As for the family, grandma is very old, so there is no money left.

"Boy, give me the money."

Brother Shui blew out a smoke ring, and looked at Wang Bo with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "My people will accompany you home to get the money."

"I do not have money."

Wang Bo's face was pale, and his speech was weak.

After the gambler's vigor faded away, all he was left with was endless regrets.

"No? That's the best thing to do."

Brother Shui sneered, and greeted his left and right attendants: "Drag people down, first cut off a finger and take it as a head."

Followers surrounded him and dragged Wang Bo aside.

They are also quite experienced in dealing with this kind of thing.

In the beginning, whoever was willing to give money was borrowed on impulse, how could they be willing to take money out.

Deal with this kind of person.

Just a fight.

Beside.

There was an open-air balcony dedicated to handling such matters, and they dragged Wang Bo there.

Seeing this scene, the gamblers who watched from the side let out a sigh.

They have seen this kind of thing a long time ago, and they are not surprised, they are used to it.

As for the casino, it also tacitly allows this kind of thing to exist.

After all, people who lend money here also have to pay money to the casino.

on the rooftop.

Brother Shui and his team pushed Wang Bo to the ground.

Wang Bo stabilized his slightly obese body and raised his head.

In front of him was an ax that had been cut into the wood and was still stained with blood.

His whole body couldn't help but tremble.

Brother Shui and his party didn't talk nonsense, two people came up and directly supported Wang Bo's arms.

One of them pressed Wang Bo's right palm on the table.

Another person pulled out a bloody ax and aimed at Wang Bo's little finger.

The ax was raised high, and the sharp blade shone coldly under the light.

A gust of wind blows.

Wang Bo, whose back was sweaty, was awakened by the coolness and shouted loudly: "I'll give you money, I'll give you money! I'll ask my friend to give me money."

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Ten p.m.

United Taxi Company.

Zhong Wenze didn't go out to deliver a car all day today, just sat in the company and played, waiting for Song Zihao, Mark Li and the others to come back in the evening, and continue the follow-up actions.

but.

He didn't call Mo Sir and told him what Song Zihao and the others were doing tonight.

If you want to get rid of Tan Cheng, the key point is still on the tape for making counterfeit banknotes.

Therefore, he also agreed to grab the tape first, and then inform Mo Sir and the others when the two sides are fighting against the pier.

At that time, it would be perfect to have a round bag and serve Tan Cheng and the others in one pot.

"Aze, you kid has something on your mind."

Uncle Jian glanced at the green water ghost watch in his hand, and said in a joking tone: "In less than half an hour, you have already smoked five cigarettes, is it a bit expensive?"

The ashtray on the table was already full of cigarette butts.

Zhong Wenze laughed and laughed: "Uncle Jian's eyes are still vicious."

"Hey, you brats, you really beat and kill at every turn."

Uncle Jian sighed helplessly and shook his head: "Really, I don't need my old man's help. Be careful yourself."

was talking.

The phone beside him rang.

Uncle Jian picked up the phone, said a few words, and covered the receiver: "Ah Ze, I'm looking for you. Hearing this tone, the caller is not kind."

"Oh?"

Zhong Wenze froze for a moment, walked over to answer the phone.

Listen and listen.

Zhong Wenze frowned into the word "Chuan", and his face became a bit more gloomy: "Okay, I'll come over now, you wait."

Zhong Wenze hung up the phone, took his coat and walked out quickly.

"Uncle Jian, I have something to do now, I need to go out."

Go halfway.

He turned back and went to the inner room to get a handful of Mark Lee's favorite Beretta, plus two magazines:
"Brother Hao, if they come back, let them wait for me."

Done.

Zhong Wenze's figure disappeared into the office.

"Hey, be careful yourself then."

Hearing the sound of the engine of the car outside, Uncle Jian shrugged helplessly.

Two 10 minutes later.

Zhong Wenze appeared on the street outside the casino, parked his car on the side of the road outside, and walked in.

Another 10 minutes passed.

Zhong Wenze appeared on the balcony on the second floor of the casino.

Seeing that Wang Bo was fine, he was immediately relieved.

Wang Bo's nostrils were bleeding, and his eyes were dodging, not daring to look at Zhong Wenze: "Ah Ze, I."

"Ah."

Zhong Wenze frowned, and shifted his gaze from Wang Bo's reaching out to Brother Shui.

He took out the Marlboro cigarette in his trouser pocket to light it, and exhaled a long and thin line of smoke: "Who is the talker?"

"I."

Brother Shui took a step forward: "He borrowed [-] from me."

The middle-aged man who gambled against Wang Bo also took a step forward: "This kid bet against me. He lost the money, but he is still [-] short of me."

"People who lend money and people who gamble together, is it interesting?"

Zhong Wenze snorted, and glanced at the two people who were making eye contact: "That is to say, you will spend [-] yuan tonight?"

"wrong."

Brother Shui shook his head: "He owes me [-], including the interest, he should pay [-]."

"Adding the [-] owed to him, the total is fifty-eight thousand."

"Oh? 20.00%?"

The corners of Zhong Wenze's mouth rose slightly, and he sneered: "The boss is playing very well, this change of hands is twenty points, a huge profit."

"What nonsense!"

Brother Shui stretched his neck: "Take the money, and you can leave, otherwise, both of you will stay."

"Isn't it just 6 yuan, are you afraid that I won't be able to get it?"

Zhong Wenze curled his lips in disdain, and his tone was full of sarcasm: "I don't pay attention to your small-scale lending at all. 6 yuan is a fart. I really look down on it!"

"Boy, you are courting death!"

"Be careful what you say!"

The servants on the side immediately shouted.

Brother Shui squinted at Zhong Wenze, who was calm and breezy, and pressed his palms to signal them to stop talking:
"What do you mean?"

Zhong Wenze squinted his eyes and bit the cigarette butt, and the blue smoke slowly rose along the burning cigarette butt.

He took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket: "I have ten thousand dollars here, is it enough?"

"can."

A gleam of light flashed in Brother Shui's eyes, and he said hello to signal the younger brother to come up and get the money.

"Hey!"

Zhong Wenze took the money back with his backhand, and looked at the middle-aged man who was betting against Wang Bo, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised:
"This money is not for repayment, I want to bet with you."

The money did not belong to Zhong Wenze, but he got it from Uncle Jian.

Originally, he wanted to use the money to pay off the debt, but after arriving here, the plan changed again.

He is 100% sure this time that he can win back Wang Bo's gambling debt.

"This"

The middle-aged man hesitated all of a sudden, and subconsciously looked at Brother Shui beside him.

Ten thousand US dollars is far more than fifty thousand Hong Kong dollars.

"Hahaha, young man, you are very aggressive."

Brother Shui raised his head and laughed loudly, his eyes fell on Zhong Wenze's face:
"Aren't you afraid that you lost all the ten thousand dollars?

At that time, the money is gone, and two fingers will be put on it. "

"Ha ha."

Zhong Wenze also laughed, raised his eyebrows and looked at Brother Shui: "Oh? Judging by your tone, do you really want me?

"You think I will lose? Or, you can't afford to lose?"

"Don't even mention it, I'm sure I'm sure of you." Brother Shui patted himself on the head: "Okay, I like you as a stunned young man, so I'll do what you said."

As he spoke, he looked at the middle-aged man: "Let's bet with him, if you win this money, we'll split it [-]-[-]."

"it is good."

The middle-aged man looked at the stack of dollar bills in Zhong Wenze's hand, and licked his lips excitedly.

This money.

He is determined to win.

(End of this chapter)