Chapter 520 Sister Zhou
Chapter 520 Sister Zhou
Wan Shilong, who was sitting on the ground and drinking tea to wake up, suddenly felt sleepy and asked, "What do you mean, Zhou Guoxiang is dead?"
"Yes!"
Yin Zhaotang admitted frankly: "This matter has been announced to the participating mountain gates. Master Wanshan, how did you teach your younger brother?"
Wan Shilong raised his teacup and burned his mouth. He was surprised and said, "You even dare to be the chief of the mountain, Shenxiantang!"
Yin Zhaotang said in a serious tone: "Those who damage the reputation of our Hongmen, run away and sell drugs should be killed with swords."
Wan Shilong's heart was pounding, and he said sternly, "Ah Xiang is from my headquarters, Xuanwu Mountain in Hong Kong Island, and he has no right to convict you."
"I will investigate thoroughly. Anyone who dares to trouble my boss will be killed along with his entire family."
Snapped.
Wan Shilong hung up the phone and threw it back on the landline. His wrinkled face showed a hint of joy: "Well done, Shenxiantang, you solved a big problem for me."
There is one thing that the Hongmen in Hong Kong do not know: Zhou Guoxiang is an informant for the FBI. In the American Hongmen, there are many people who cooperate with the FBI, and the matters can be big or small.
Drug trafficking, money laundering, murder, the FBI will get involved. If you don't take care of the FBI, you can't do business. The CIA and DEA (Federal Drug Enforcement Administration) all have people in the Hongmen.
The Hongmen also knew the identities of the informants and used them to steal information and transfer benefits. Sometimes the informants were even bribery gloves to isolate the legal risks of the big bosses on both sides.
Zhou Guoxiang is an immigrant from Hong Kong Island. He was able to make it in San Francisco with the help of the FBI. He was brave and capable, and it was a great achievement for him to make it.
To become one of the top three bosses in the Zongshan Gang, you need to have a good background. Zhou Guoxiang's identity as an informant had long made Wan Shilong want to get rid of him. But the FBI always used the people of the Huaqing Gang to help Zhou Guoxiang build capital.
He is likely to run for the position of chief mountain master!
Now, Lao Zhong has dealt with Zhou Guoxiang, giving him a legitimate opportunity to recruit his people and regain power. This is a good thing. I owe Shenxiantang a favor and will pay it back one day.
Yin Zhaotang put the mobile phone back on the table with a puzzled look on his face. He felt that Wan Shilong was acting strangely. "Why doesn't he seem angry? Or is it that the chief monks all believe in being fair and strict, and enforcing the law as strict as a mountain?"
"Investigate it thoroughly. Investigate it thoroughly, and don't stab Zhou Guoxiang twice more!"
He deliberately notified the chief with a stern reprimand in order to seize the initiative. If Wan Shilong was really furious, he would never just let it go with a simple "check it out".
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Yin Zhaotang was secretly delighted and came to the shrine to burn three incense sticks to the Second Master. On the altar at home, there were three kinds of animals, incense, candles, fruits, and longevity peach buns.
A few incense sticks had been inserted into the copper censer, half of them turning into ash.
Zhou Huimin, Rong Jiahui and the Filipino maid all celebrated the second master's birthday at home.
This casual bow was just to thank Guandi for the fortune he had given her, but it did not stimulate her fortune. Back in the room, Zhou Huimin had just finished her shower and was trying to wake up in front of the wardrobe.
There is a special compartment in the bedroom wall cabinet, which is filled with various sexy battle robes.
When Zhou Huimin saw him come in, she took out a black lace bra and held it in front of her, looking expectant: "Do you like it, Mr. Yin?"
"I like it."
"But it's a little bit off."
Yin Zhaotang crossed his arms, leaned against the door, and had a sly smile on his face.
"Red?"
Zhou Huimin took out a red bra binder, as if she wanted to bring good luck on a good day. Perhaps because she had little breasts, Zhou Huimin was particularly fond of wearing a bra binder.
For a while, she deliberately gained weight and worked out to make her chest and buttocks straighter. But with a little more fat on her face, she lost that innocent feeling, and in the end, her plan failed.
Yin Zhaotang didn't care. He wanted to touch the big ones anyway, and there were things to touch outside. In the end, it was all about cooperation and development! Now he walked to the closet and took out the nun's uniform that Zhou Huimin had given him when she was a volunteer at the Anglican Church. He put it in front of Zhou Huimin and said, "Wear this one outside, and the red one inside."
"Remember to wear your tail, pretty girl."
Zhou Huimin's face flushed, her breathing became rapid, and she felt ashamed just thinking about it. She was so embarrassed that she held up her clothes and dared not look directly into her boyfriend's eyes.
"Snapped!"
Yin Zhaotang clapped his hands hard and urged, "Hurry up." "If you're any slower, I'll tell you to crawl!"
"Swallow it so fast."
"pick!"
An hour later, the fierce exchange of fire ended, and the bullets penetrated the fortress and hit the target.
"what."
The nun surrendered.
Yin Zhaotang opened the curtains to let in some air. The battlefield, where the fighting was endless, was always filled with the smell of gunpowder.
"Mr. Yin."
"smokes."
Zhou Huimin knew his habits, so she lit a cigar and handed it to Yin Zhaotang.
"Thank you."
Yin Zhaotang raised his eyebrows and suddenly asked, "Do you have any friends in Cathay Pacific?"
"You bad boy, you want to play with the stewardess?" Zhou Huimin took advantage of Yin Zhaotang's mood and scratched his nose.
"No, what's fun about being a waitress? I want to ask a female star to dress up as a stewardess. And it has to be like tonight, with two layers of disguise inside and outside!" Yin Zhaotang smoked a cigarette and smiled wickedly.
"I'll buy a pair of glasses next time."
"Smash it again."
As expected, once people's low-level desires are satisfied, they will move on to higher things.
Zhou Huimin had just released herself, and she was not ashamed, saying, "OK, if you smash me, I'll bite you to pieces!"
"Oh, by the way, there's something important. Jiahui's teacher wants to see you. It's Parents' Day next week. Are you free to go?"
Yin Zhaotang realized after she reminded him that he had not paid attention to Jiahui's studies for a while. Although she was studying in an aristocratic school and had a tutor to help her with her homework, Jiahui was in adolescence and needed more attention. Thinking that Jiahui had been in middle school for two years but had never been to school, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry and agreed: "Go, of course I will go, no matter how busy I am."
"Jiahui's teacher is older than the Governor, so we must give him some respect."
Zhou Huimin was delighted and put her arm around his waist: "You are the best, husband."
"Hey."
"Stop screaming!"
He pulled down Zhou Huimin's fox tail.
The next morning, the Hongmen meeting continued in the banquet hall of the Peninsula Hotel. The news of Zhou Guoxiang and Huabanbao's tragic death last night had spread to all the mountain masters.
The mountain masters were shocked and respected Lao Zhong even more. He dared to kill the chief mountain master for breaking the rules, which proved Lao Zhong's courage and credibility. It was more reassuring to do business with such a boss.
The chief monk Yu Yinliang left without saying goodbye, obviously not giving Yin Zhaotang any face.
However, the conference lasted three days, and except for the incense burning ceremony on the first day, there were always people who left first. Those who stayed on Hong Kong Island all had business to discuss.
Compared with Zhou Guoxiang, the local gangs paid more attention to Hua Banbao. Because Ren Zidui was quite powerful in the Number Gang, and no one expected that San Dao Liu Dong could kill Ah Bao directly.
In the tea room.
Gao Laosen looked lucky: "Fortunately it wasn't our people who did it, otherwise, we would be in big trouble again."
Fat Cat leaned against the armchair, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, but with his eyes open, he said, "There is internal strife in the Number Gang, and some people are dissatisfied with the Ge family. If you stir up trouble at this time, you're doomed!"
(End of this chapter)