Hong Kong movies: I can see the loyalty value, I am not panicked at all

A Korean police chief took out a gun and pointed it at the three people.

A large number of police officers followed behind him and rushed in to guard.

"If you point a gun at my head again, I will blow you up." Li Qing had a blank expression on his face, but his hands were still not relaxed.

The Korean police officers on the opposite side obviously did not understand Chinese, and they spoke Korean one by one.

Zhang Qiandan and Zhang Dongxiu stood in front of Li Qing and slowly touched his waist. Li Qing's younger brother, who had been standing outside the room, also put his hands into his arms, surrounding the police.

The gunfight was about to break out, and the whole room was quiet with only the sound of Zhang Shouji, who was strangled by the throat.

"Qing, put him down first."

Mao Xianmin came to the door of the room at some point.

It turned out that Li Qing informed Mao Xianmin that he had arrived in Korea as soon as he got off the plane, and asked her to find someone to investigate the recent situation of the Kinmen Group.

When Li Qing heard Mao Xianmin's voice, he calmed down immediately and threw Zhang Shouji directly to the ground.

This bastard can be killed slowly, but he can't kill people in front of the Korean police now.

Section Chief Jiang also breathed a sigh of relief. Although he brought some policemen, Li Qing put a lot of pressure on him. After all, foreigners were involved, and he didn't want to make the incident out of control.

Immediately, several policemen came forward to help Zhang Shouji up and hurried out.

"Don't worry, I will go down and let you accompany my brother!"

Although he didn't understand Chinese, Zhang Shouji still subconsciously shrank his neck, and even the police felt a chill coming.

Section Chief Jiang signaled several policemen to take Li Qing and others back to the police station, but was blocked by Mao Xianmin.

"Section Chief Jiang, your behavior today violated Police Decree No. 38. A crime that has not been successfully implemented is not a crime. If you want to arrest Mr. Li Qing today, you will be on the "Seoul Daily" tomorrow."

Hearing this, Section Chief Jiang glanced at Mao Xianmin. Of course, he knew who Mao Xianmin was and knew that she had the ability.

He glanced at Li Zicheng who was kneeling on the ground inadvertently, and walked away with the police officers in disgrace.

After all, everything he did was to control the Kinmen Group. If it was exposed, all his efforts for so long would be in vain.

After the police left, all the younger brothers knew that their boss had passed away, and they all came forward and cried bitterly.

Li Qing walked up to Li Zicheng, "Hey, Li Zicheng, before your boss died, he entrusted you to me, you make your own decision. Give me the result before my brother is buried."

Looking at the man kneeling on the ground in front of him without energy, Li Qing felt that Li Zicheng was particularly like himself at the beginning.

Same undercover, same boss with ulterior motives, and the boss who also took care of him passed away.

He also wanted to see what choice Li Zicheng would make.

The next day, it was raining.

Ding Qing's funeral was held in the funeral home according to custom.

Korean funerals originated from China, and the more popular one is three-day burial.

Unlike Chinese customs, Koreans mourn at night.

Ding Qing has no wife and children, and Li Zicheng is the one who performs the thank-you ceremony for his family members.

At this time, Li Zicheng seemed to have lost his soul and saluted numbly.

Li Qing did not sit in the VIP room, but walked out of the room slowly. Zhang Dongxiu held an umbrella for Li Qing and stood outside the door.

Looking at the heavy rain in front of him, Li Qing took a deep puff of cigarette, squatted down and slowly put it under the eaves.

"Stanley Twins?"

Li Qing muttered softly, and felt that the joints of the bones in his palms were itchy, and he couldn't help but want to kill.

The arrival of a row of Mercedes-Benz cars aroused his idea.

The people who got off the car were very stylish, and the younger brothers were busy holding umbrellas.

"Brother, these people are directors of the Kinmen Group."

Li Qing looked at these people carefully, and did not see the familiar Zhang Shouji in the crowd, which made him very disappointed.

'That's right, this old guy is probably still in the hospital? '

The people who came were wearing black suits and black ties (usually Koreans who attend funerals wear this way.)

They passed by Li Qing one by one, not paying attention to Li Qing, thinking he was just an ordinary younger brother.

Then he bowed solemnly, and then came to Li Zicheng and said comforting words.

What Li Qing didn't expect was that this group of people smiled as soon as they went out, and they were talking to each other.

Zhang Dongxiu's face was moved when he heard what they said.

"What are they talking about?"

Li Qing also observed Zhang Dongxiu's unnaturalness.

"Brother, the leader is the second in command of the Diri faction. He said... He said that it was good that Brother Ding Qing died. From now on, the entire Kinmen Group will be controlled by the Diri faction."

"You bastard!" Li Qing walked quickly to the mourning shed and snatched the chopsticks from the person who was eating.

The person eating was stunned and didn't dare to stop him.

He walked quickly to the man and inserted his right eye fiercely. The screams resounded throughout the funeral hall.

The younger brothers rushed towards Li Qing when they saw it.

The younger brother behind Li Qing also rushed up, and the battle lasted for a short time.

The opponent was no match for Li Qing's elite younger brother. After all, he was trained by Feng Yuxiu, so he had to be able to fight.

"A good death? I'll let you die a good death today."

In the heavy rain, Li Qing's face was as ferocious as a devil, and he slowly pulled the chopsticks out of the man's eyes.

Slowly pierced his temple, and the wailing sound resounded throughout the funeral home, and he struggled fiercely.

But in Li Qing's hand, he could not feel any strength.

It was not until the man fell to the ground like mud that Li Qing's anger was slightly relieved.

Everyone around was stunned, especially when they saw the chopsticks that were still vaguely exposed at the temples of the corpse lying on the ground.

They all subconsciously took a half step back and swallowed.

"Dongxiu, please deal with it."

Li Qing twisted his neck and pointed at the corpse on the ground.

In front of everyone, Zhang Dongxiu asked other boys to carry the body into the cremation room.

When all the directors saw that the second-in-command of the Diri faction who had been joking with them just now was killed like this, they felt a chill in their chests.

Just as he was about to run away, "Stop!"

Li Qing yelled at everyone. Although they couldn't understand Chinese, they knew that Li Qing wouldn't let them leave.

Because there was a gun on their head.

Standing blankly in the rain, a group of people did not dare to move for fear of offending this fierce god.

After about five minutes, streams of black smoke came out of the chimney in the cremation room.

Everyone's calves began to feel weak as they looked at the black smoke.

"Qian Dan, tell them that if the police find out about this, every one of them will die."

Zhang Qiandan, who was holding an umbrella for Li Qing, immediately translated.

Everyone nodded hurriedly, fearing that they would be killed and cremated if it was too late.

Li Qing waved his hand, and the directors got into the car one by one as if running for their lives, and ran away quickly.

As for revenge, I didn't even think about it, I just wanted to get out of here quickly.

Ding Qing's younger brothers all looked at Li Qing with respect and bowed deeply to him.

Li Qing walked slowly to the funeral shed, sat down and let Zhang Qiandan help him fill a bowl of fried noodles.

The person opposite who had just had his chopsticks taken away stood up and held the chopsticks in both hands and handed them to Li Qing.

"Brother, please!"

Li Qing looked at the three men in dirty clothes and took the chopsticks, "Chinese? Where are they from?"

"Brother, too? We are from Yanbian."