Chapter 80: I will support you to be the leader in 2 years

Chapter 80: I will support you to be the leader in 2 years

Chapter 80: Two years later, I will support you to be the leader

"I've been pretending to drink all night. If I keep drinking, it will be dawn soon." The dance king stood up on the leather sofa in the KTV box, raised his head, drank the whiskey in the glass in one gulp, and threw the glass directly into the trash can.

"Click."

The dance king pulled out his gun arrogantly and said, "Let's go and destroy the warehouse of Lao Zhong, the fat cat. Let him tip off the police and collude with them."

"Not only will I cross the line and seize his territory, I will also smash his signboard and burn his warehouse!"

In the box, a dozen or so fans wearing T-shirts and with colorfully dyed hair, who were riding on the ladies and fighting with them, suddenly became very excited and stood up and shouted, "Kill Lao Zhong!"

"Let's go and kill the loyal people!"

On the high-end wine table made of black slate, there was a glass siphon pot, a few pieces of burnt tin foil were charred, and used needles were lying casually on the edge of the fruit plate.

The female teacher wearing glasses and a ponytail was lying on the sofa, mumbling and grabbing the boy's chest with her hands in a confused manner.

Tanzai Cong was holding a cigarette, sitting quietly in the corner, not participating in the indulgence in the box. Although every time the gangsters were about to do something big, the boss would gather his trusted gangsters together to have a party, share money, drugs, and women, and build friendships by reveling together.

The dance king called it "righteousness"

Tankacong is the last tough guy on Prince Edward Road. As the king of dance, he never takes drugs to attract fans. Even his private life is very clean and he has a wife who is married to him in an official ceremony.

His prestige in Taizi Road is higher than that of the Dance King. Any boss who mentions him will give him a thumbs up and praise him as a talent of Red Stick.

When he saw the dance king stand up, he did not move, but took out his mobile phone and started calling his brothers.

In the corridor of the KTV bar, the music was loud and piercing. The dancing king was carrying an AK47 and wearing a tight black sequined vest. The clothes on his chest showed off two well-shaped and strong muscles, and there were bulges. He was super sexy. He would definitely get a lot of attention when walking on the street.

Under the flickering lights in the KTV aisle, it is a male cunt, and anyone who sees it will curse it as a slut!

The guests who met him on the road tried to avoid him. Some stood against the wall, while others turned around and left. They were not in the mood to appreciate his dress at all.

Until Ma Jiaozai's brothers got into a few vans at the back door and disappeared into the street.

Tanka Cong in the box put down his mobile phone, tilted his head and lit a cigarette, his face stern, revealing a bit of viciousness. The flame illuminated his dark face, and under the firelight, his cheeks were tightened, and the shape of his jaw was clearly visible. He took a breath, and the cigarette butt became bright.

When he exhaled, he had already picked up a small white suit in his hand. He stood in front of the sofa and threw it next to the female teacher who was in a trance. He said with a disdainful tone: "Some places are not for serious people to come. They drink to drown their sorrows and seek excitement! Now they are being taken advantage of. Isn't it exciting enough?"

"Let's go!"

Yin Zhaotang sat in the interrogation room of the Mong Kok Police Station, with silver bracelets on his hands placed on the small table. He looked at Lin Guoguang who was questioning him, and raised a hint of disdain: "Who are you to be qualified to interrogate me?"

"Name!"

"I'm asking you your name!" Lin Guoguang suppressed his anger and slammed the interrogation table hard.

Yin Zhaotang leaned back in his chair, with a cynical attitude: "Elizabeth Tang."

"Fuck, playing with me?"

"Do you know that according to the English Constitution, your behavior just now can be directly sentenced to two years in prison?" Lin Guoguang said in a threatening tone.

Yin Zhaotang couldn't help laughing: "Haha, you picked that star and tried to scare me with the constitution of the foreigners?"

"This is Hong Kong Island, not the Kingdom of England. Why are you using England's laws to rule me?"

"Be careful of citizens taking to the streets to protest and force you to take off your military uniform!" Because, among the three districts of the entire city, Hong Kong Island, Kowloon and New Territories, only the Hong Kong Island district was obtained through rent from the Treaty of Nanjing. Kowloon and most of the New Territories were plundered by the white government for the second time in order to develop the city.

The country has never recognized the unequal colonial terms, but is seeking a peaceful return only for the sake of people's livelihood.

The foreigners did not dare to grant the country membership of the federation openly, so they could only secretly order the Hong Kong government to be governed in accordance with the English Constitution.

After referring to the last part, there are some abnormal clauses that even the foreigners dare not think of, but the people in Lihui really dare to do it.

If Lin Guoguang really dared to use the provisions of the English Constitution to arrest him, it would definitely cause a huge uproar. All sectors of society would react, and most people would definitely want Lin Guoguang dead.

This kind of head cannot be opened.

Yin Zhaotang was not afraid at all.

Seeing that his usual trick of using the law to scare the gangsters didn't work, Lin Guoguang sneered twice: "Okay, Elizabeth Tang, right? I'll write it down for you. What's your ID number?"

"I told you that you are not qualified to judge me!"

"Do you think I'm just wasting my time?"

boom.

Lin Guoguang stood up, rolled up his shirt sleeves, walked around the table, and decided to give Shenxiantang a "special meal" even at the risk of administrative punishment.

"Guangzai is not qualified to interrogate you, but am I qualified, the Double Flower Red Stick Shenxiantang?" Lai Chih-bin, wearing a blue polo shirt and sweatpants, walked into the interrogation room and waved his hand towards Lin Guoguang, then sat down on the chair, clasped his hands together, supported his body with his elbows, leaned forward, and said with sharp eyes.

"They deliberately hired someone to act out a scene and randomly shoot a few bullets into the trash can, just to sneak into the police station and hide from the public! I've always heard people say that Lao Zhong's golden signboard is the most outstanding, but now it seems that his courage is just average."

Yin Zhaotang looked much more serious, and said with a playful smile: "Sir, I don't know who is Shenxiantang, I can't understand what you are saying, are you speaking English?"

Li Zhibin took a pen and wrote down the information on the confession paper. He said without raising his head: "What do you care what I say? F**k!"

"You are quite clever, you have seen through all the hard work of the officers. Are you playing tricks on me by running to the police station to pretend to be a good citizen? Why don't you bring your four losers in with you? There are plenty of beds here, sir!"

As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest. The police set up a trap to provoke Lao Zhong and Ma Jiao Zai to start a fight. Now Lao Zhong has already made a move and has to shoot. The police can find a reason to arrest him at any time. Instead of waiting for the police to come to your door, it is better to take the initiative to find the police. In this way, the police at least cannot charge him with a murder case, and can arrange company matters more calmly afterwards.

When the news of "Dancing King looking for a gunman to kill Shen Xian Tang" spread in the martial arts world, it became natural for Lao Zhong to ask the big circle to do the work. There was no problem with the martial arts rules, so he could take the initiative and gain the upper hand when the ceasefire and peace talks came.

To some extent, asking the Big Circle Boys to do the work was a blessing in disguise, as it helped protect the brothers in the gang, otherwise they would have to spend the rest of their lives in jail in Stanley.

Yin Zhaotang grinned, leaned down, and replied with a fierce look: "You losers are still out there helping to collect the skins of the fans. Create some performance for the sirs, so that the sirs don't work hard for nothing."

"It involves the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, the Narcotics Squad, and the Customs. Interdepartmental operations are very complicated."

Jimmy Lai raised his eyelids and said in surprise: "Oh, you are quite familiar with our police work. Fortunately, I am also familiar with your way of doing things. I have specially dispatched a PTU (paramilitary mobile unit) to Yau Tsim Mong to wait for you."

"Using the warehouse as bait is quite courageous. Why don't you tell me the location in advance and I will send the PTU to support you?"

"In exchange for Fat Cat's route to the fans, I guarantee that the Dance King will be accidentally shot dead by the TPU team. Within a month, I will allow you to plant your flag firmly on Prince Road. How impressive!"

"In two years, when the society changes its leadership, you stand for election and I will support you again. Then you will be the leading gangster at the age of 20. Apart from those gangster princes, you will be the most legendary one in the world!"

(End of this chapter)