Since his son, daughter-in-law, and unborn grandson all passed away 20 years ago, Mr. Yan has begun to believe in Buddhism a little bit. What's more, he has been impotent for so many years. In his opinion, he has committed too many sins.
So Mr. Yan started to believe in Buddhism.
Every month he would go to the Temple of the Emerald Buddha to lie down.
And every time, 1 million baht of incense money is donated to the Temple of the Emerald Buddha, which is a drop in the bucket for Mr. Yan.
Today, he still came to the Temple of the Emerald Buddha.
"Master, in the past few years, I have devoted myself to the Buddha, and I have great respect for the Buddha. I donate 1 million baht every month, but why can't I do it?"
Mr. Yan showed a sad look on his face at this time: "I am already 60 years old. I have cultivated my moral character for 20 years and restrained my murderous intention, but it still doesn't work. Master, what do you think I should do?"
At this time, the master said "Buddha is compassionate" and then stretched out a finger.
What does it mean?
Suddenly, Mr. Yan showed a look of realization: "Master, I understand. What you mean is for me to continue to persevere, stay single-minded, don't think too much, but do good deeds and don't ask about the future."
There was a look of appreciation on the master's face: "Donor Yan, you have great wisdom. The Buddha will bless you. You will definitely have a new turning point in the near future, maybe this month."
Mr. Yan nodded slightly and then offered the incense money.
After Mr. Yan left, a young monk came over and said, "Abbott, why do you still have to enlighten Mr. Yan and use his money when he has done so many evil things?"
"Haha, we can't control whether Mr. Yan does evil or good, but these 1 million baht can help many poor families. This is great kindness."
The abbot chuckled: "So, the key depends on how you look at it. Whether you do evil or good, it is all decided by people, but money is innocent."
…
Outside, Mr. Yan got into the car and left.
Ten miles away from the Jade Buddha Temple, Ma Jun led his men and horses to ambush here.
He wants Mr. Yan to be buried here.
"Let me tell you, no one should be soft-hearted for a while. From now on, there will only be one person who has the final say in Chinatown."
Ma Jun had a ferocious look on his face: "That's me."
After a while, Lu Mao came over quickly: "Boss, I have seen clearly that Mr. Yan got into his car."
"Okay, I'll point Mr. Yan's car to me later."
Ma Jun said loudly: "Where are the bombs? Throw those bombs directly at me in a moment."
For this day, Ma Jun specially obtained several bombs through his connections, which was not easy.
After all, it is impossible to hide Mr. Yan's arms from Chinatown, and because of the bombing of the Bangkok Police Department half a year ago, the police are now investigating very closely.
As a result, it is basically difficult for Ma Jun to get bombs.
"But that's enough."
Ma Jun has now thought of waiting for Mr. Yan's death and quickly taking his place.
In order to choose to take action today, Ma Jun specially sent Liu Ying away.
Without Guijianchou, Ma Jun didn't believe there were any masters around Mr. Yan.
At this time, Ma Jun looked up and saw Mr. Yan's car, holding the telescope and saw Mr. Yan sitting in the back row, and he finally smiled.
Today is the day you die, Mr. Yan.
boom!
The bomb rang out, and Mr. Yan's car was blown up. At the same time, Ma Jun laughed loudly: "Brothers, follow me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ma Jun rushed out first, and the people behind him also rushed out after him.
Crackling, the firefight started immediately.
Ma Jun has always been known for fighting without risking his life, so he rushed over as if he was desperate for his life.
"Ma Jun, what do you want to do?"
On Mr. Yan's side, someone shouted angrily: "Don't you want to betray Mr. Yan?"
"Haha, Wang Xing, let me tell you, Mr. Yan is dead."
Ma Jun looked at Mr. Yan, who had not yet come out of the car, with a very arrogant expression: "From now on, you can just hang out with me. Don't worry, I, Ma Jun, will not settle your accounts for you."
"Who gave you the courage?"
At this time, a slightly low, but extremely familiar voice to Ma Jun sounded behind Wang Xing.
Others automatically moved out of the way.
At this time, Ma Jun's face showed an expression of disbelief: "You, you, you..."
It turned out that the person who walked out from behind was none other than Mr. Yan.
Lu Xiaobu once said that when traveling in the world, you must use a trumpet to save your life.
As for Mr. Yan, he always does things safely, so he has several stand-ins.
Obviously, after seeing this, everyone should understand that the person in the car that was hit by the bomb was none other than Mr. Yan's stand-in.
The real Mr. Yan sat in the last row.
"What? Ma Jun, you are very brave. I gave you a chance. I even wanted you to clear your name and take charge of my taxi industry."
Mr. Yan still looked calm when he said this: "But you just treat me like this??"
"Old Man Yan, I've been putting up with you for a damn long time."
At this time, Ma Jun felt that since he was so angry, he didn't care anymore: "I will accompany you to conquer the country. I have worked hard all these years without any merit, but how did you do it? Leave all the profitable businesses to others. You still let me be your thug, and now you ask me to take charge of the taxi industry. Do you think I will burst into tears of gratitude?"
Looking at Mr. Yan in front of him, Ma Jun sneered: "I will only feel disgusted and humiliated. I have knocked down half of Chinatown in the past ten years. It's better for you to just throw a bone and convince me." You? Do you really think I’m your dog?”
Mr. Yan looked at Ma Jun and said, "So you want to kill me?"
"Haha, haven't you been praying to Buddha lately? Isn't there a Buddhist saying that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"
Ma Jun sneered: "In that case, then go to hell. Anyway, you are not a man, and you have no talent. In this case, you might as well hand over the property to me. Don't worry, on May 3rd every year, I will burn paper for you and hope you can be a man in your next life."
If Mr. Yan's expression was a bit dull at first, then when Ma Jun later said that Mr. Yan was not a man, Mr. Yan finally became angry.
"You are seeking death."
Mr. Yan looked at Ma Jun and said through gritted teeth.
Ma Jun smiled, quite proudly: "Looking for death? Look how many people are around you? Liu Ying is not here either, and there are only a few people left. I want to ask you, why do you say that I am looking for death? Okay, I’ve said what needs to be said, Mr. Yan, you can go on your way with peace of mind, Lumao, go..."
boom!
Before he finished speaking, Lu Mao shot Ma Jun's hand holding the gun to pieces, then pointed the gun at Ma Jun's head and said lightly: "Boss, I'm sorry!"
Others did not react for a moment.
And just for a moment, a lot of people buzzed in from a distance.
Ma Jun's lungs were about to explode: "Lv Mao, how dare you fucking betray me? I..."
"Snapped!"
Before Ma Jun finished speaking, Lu Mao suddenly slapped Ma Jun on the left side of his face with a big mouth, and then said lightly: "You slap me like this every day, now I slap you, how does it feel?"
"you……"
By this time, if Ma Jun still doesn't know that he has been tricked, then he is the real fool.
No wonder Mr. Yan knows himself well.
No wonder Mr. Yan knows every time something happens on his side.
At first, Ma Jun thought it was Wang Chao. He even purged a group of people and felt that everything was under control, but he never expected it.
Turns out to be fucking green hair.
The person I trust the most.
Thinking of this, Ma Jun's face suddenly showed a look of horror: "Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong, please give me another chance."
Mr. Yan came to Ma Jun unhurriedly: "I gave you a chance before, and I gave you a chance just now. If you don't attack, I will pretend that nothing happened."
Ma Jun suddenly fell to his knees and said, "Mr. Yan, you can kill or chop him up. I just hope you can let my son go."
"Don't worry, I have a kind heart. I pray to Buddha every month because I don't want to kill anyone in Bangkok. I once said that I don't want to see dead people in Bangkok."
Mr. Yan seemed to be a kind man, but the more he said this, the more fear appeared on Ma Jun's face.
No, Mr. Yan paused and said, "Lv Mao, take Ma Jun away. You know what to do, and his family, stay with him."
"No, no, Mr. Yan, please let my family go."
"Old man Yan, you don't deserve to die well. You deserve to be exterminated, ah..."
…
Ma Jun wanted to roar, but Lu Mao pinched him lightly, dislocating his chin.
As the old saying goes, those who rape women will have their wives raped, and Ma Jun never cares about his women, but he cares about his two sons.
But when he got in the car and saw his son and wife there, Ma Jun had a bitter look on his face.
So cruel.
Perhaps Mr. Yan wanted to get rid of himself at all, but was afraid that he would not be able to convince the public, so he let Lu Mao lead him step by step into the fire pit.
At this time, Ma Jun's face looked slightly gloomy.
yes.
Mr. Yan is a kind man and a Buddhist. He does not want to kill people in Bangkok, so Lu Mao left Bangkok with Ma Jun and others.
A secluded place was chosen, and Ma Jun, Ma Jun's wife, and Ma Jun's two sons were all brought down.
Lu Mao said calmly: "Ma Jun, you can go without worries. I will take care of your remaining women."
"Lv Mao, your grandma."
"boom!"
Ma Jun was shot in the forehead and fell down.
Then Ma Jun's two sons also fell down.
"No, no, don't kill me..."
Looking at Ma Jun's wife who was scared to death, Lu Mao couldn't bear it at all, because Ma Jun's wife was not a good bird and had tortured Ma Jun's women to death before.
boom!
…
At the same time, Don Mueang International Airport in Bangkok.
Axiang has arrived.
