Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 67
after one day.

Henglian Financial Group.

in the office.

Yao Changqing sat on the boss's chair, pinching his brows irritably.

He already knew about Tan Cheng.

The tape for making counterfeit banknotes was snatched by Song Zihao and handed over to his younger brother. Tan Cheng was beaten to death at Xishawan Wharf. If he hadn't cut this part in time, he would be in trouble now.

The office door was pushed open.

The secretary stood at the door, looked at Yao Changqing with a gloomy expression, and whispered, "Uncle Yao, someone wants to see you outside."

"Who! What's the name."

Yao Changqing stretched out his hand to open the drawer, took out the cigars in the box, and lit one for himself: "If you don't know them, just send them away. I don't have time now."

He is in a very bad mood now, how can he have time to see any cats or dogs.

"He said his name is Zhong Wenze."

The secretary didn't dare to say more, and turned around to go out: "Then I will let him go now."

"Ah."

Yao Changqing nodded, picked up the lighter and lit the fire. As soon as the fire was lit, he was stunned and waved his hand: "Wait a minute!"

"Yes."

The secretary turned to look at him, waiting for an order.

"Let him in."

"Yes."

The secretary left in high heels.

Soon.

Zhong Wenze pushed the door open and walked in.

"clatter."

There was a firmness in the back of the head.

Ma Zai standing behind the door, the black muzzle of the gun was directly on his head.

"In my life, I hate people pointing a gun at my head the most!"

Zhong Wenze grinned, not restrained by the gun in the back of his head at all, and closed the door on his own.

turn around.

Looking at the horse boy who was still pointing the gun at him, he said coldly, "Are you sure?!"

Yao Changqing sat on the boss chair, frowned and wrapped his cigar, squinted at Zhong Wenze in front of him, kept silent, just wrapped his cigar like this.

a while.

He waved his hand at Ma Zai: "Look at what he wants to say."

Ma Zai reached out and searched Zhong Wenze's body. After making sure that there was no gun or anything like that, he took a step back to make room.

Yao Changqing immediately waved to Zhong Wenze: "Sit."

"Thank you, Uncle Yao!"

Zhong Wenze grinned, pulled away the chair in front of him, and sat down across from him, crossed his legs, took out the cigarette in his pocket to light it, and took a mouthful happily: "Uncle Yao, this Is this your way of hospitality?"

"Don't call me Uncle Yao, we don't know each other well."

Yao Changqing kept a cold face, his eyes were always looking up and down Zhong Wenze: "You still dare to come to my place?"

Zhong Wenze, he knew it.

Tan Cheng had reported Zhong Wenze's situation to himself, and knew that Zhong Wenze was with Song Zihao and had caused Tan Cheng a lot of trouble.

Yao Changqing's tone turned cold, and he gritted his teeth and looked at him: "How dare you!"

"I dare not!"

Zhong Wenze spread his hands indifferently: "I am here this time under the instructions of Brother Hao and Brother Xiao Ma."

Yao Changqing leaned forward subconsciously: "What did they ask you to do!"

"They asked me to hang out with you!"

Zhong Wenze also leaned forward and looked at Yao Changqing, who was almost 60 years old in front of him: "Follow Uncle Yao and eat a meal."

"Song Zihao snatched the counterfeit banknote tape and gave it to his younger brother. With this, the police seized my counterfeit banknote base. You are also involved in this matter."

Yao Changqing's tone was a little colder again: "He asked you to come and hang out with me, what are you thinking? Do you think I, Yao Changqing, are confused? Or are you out of your mind?"

Zhong Wenze smiled, "I'm sure, they just let me hang out with you!"

Yao Changqing squeezed his cigar and looked at Zhong Wenze in front of him.

Behind.

The horse boy came up immediately, and the muzzle of the gun hit Zhong Wenze's back of the head again.

Yao Changqing's eyes turned cold: "If this is the case, let's stop here."

The horse boy behind was about to shoot.

"Shh!"

Zhong Wenze, who was squinting and smoking a cigarette, suddenly opened his eyes, and with a fierce look in his eyes, he glanced at Yao Changqing.

next second.

Zhong Wenze's foot that was originally on the ground suddenly kicked hard on the desk, and at the same time tilted his head to the side.

Office chairs are stressed.

The wheel and the office chair directly hit Ma Zai who was holding a gun. Ma Zai couldn't react in time, and the hit body leaned forward. The hand holding the gun wobbled and lost the target.

That is such a moment.

Zhong Wenze stretched out both hands, pinched Ma Zai's gun-holding wrist with his left hand, squeezed it with full strength, and then grabbed the black star in his hand with his right hand.

"release!"

Zhong Wenze yelled, and smashed his left elbow directly on Ma Zai's face, and Hei Xing was snatched by him in response.

"clatter!"

next second.

The gun was aimed directly at Yao Changqing.

The whole process from sudden to grabbing the gun took only three seconds.

When Yao Changqing reacted and stretched out his hand to open the drawer to get the gun, the black muzzle of the gun was already aimed at him.

"Uncle Yao, your movements are a bit slow."

Zhong Wenze looked at him with a smile, and the cigarette butt he was biting in his mouth was emitting green smoke: "However, I am a little younger than you, so it is normal to be faster than you, after all, it is the world of young people now."

"damn it!"

Yao Changqing cursed, slowly took out the hand that was in the drawer, and then raised it above his head.

"The boss is indeed a boss. He is much more proficient than ordinary people in things like raising his hand and surrendering."

Zhong Wenze looked at Yao Changqing with a half-smile, and his eyes fell on Ma Zai who just got up from the ground.

Ma Zai was hit in the nose by that blow just now, and blood was gushing out of his nostrils.

Zhong Wenze hooked Ma Zai: "You, come here."

"I"

Ma Zai looked at Zhong Wenze evasively, not daring to come up, but couldn't hold back the sharp eyes and the black star in his hand, and walked up tremblingly.

Zhong Wenze turned sideways, showing a very sunny smile: "Did I tell you not to point a gun at my head?!"

"Have"

Ma Zai looked at this handsome face with a smile on his face, but he had a sense of seeing a demon.

"That's right."

The smile on Zhong Wenze's face remained unchanged, and he continued to ask: "Since I told you, you still point a gun at my head, why?"

"me."

Ma Tsai faltered and dared not speak.

"Say!"

Zhong Wenze turned his gun and pointed it at Ma Zai's forehead, but looked at Yao Changqing: "I can't come up with a reasonable explanation, I'll blow your head right now!"

"Bullets will lift the cover of your sky, like a rotten watermelon, white and red mixed together, very ugly."

Speaking of the back.

His tone was a little cold.

Ma Zai's forehead was sweating, looking at the muzzle of the gun on his forehead: "I, I."

Seeing that Zhong Wenze was about to shoot.

"I belong to Uncle Yao, so of course I want to listen to him!"

Ma Zai's mentality tended to collapse, and this sentence almost screamed out.

"Congratulations, this explanation is very reasonable!"

Zhong Wenze grinned, took the black star in his right hand, spun it around, and slapped it directly on the desk.

Ma Zai felt relieved and collapsed to the ground.

Zhong Wenze leaned forward, looked at Yao Changqing in front of him, but said to Ma Zai: "Your belief is correct, but you are a little timid, I didn't open the safety of the pistol."

"Ha ha."

(End of this chapter)