"Yao Yang!"
"Uncle Kun, why don't you come out yet?"
"Gandhi was even rushed to the hospital by the police!"
A folk art club located in a commercial building.
Guohua, Han Chen, Wen Zheng, and Hei Gui each led a group of young men, all wearing colorful shirts and holding cigarettes in their mouths. They stared at the group of Ni family bodyguards guarding the door and asked.
Yao Yang, Ni Kun's confidant bodyguard, led a dozen gunmen in suits, all of whom put their hands on their chests with expressionless expressions and firmly guarded the door.
In the building alley, bodyguards and dozens of people brought by the four bosses, a large group of people have blocked the narrow entrance of the building.
"Uncle Kun is singing."
Lei Yaoyang said with a rigid expression and no emotion.
But for the other four leaders of the Nee family in Tsim Sha Tsui, it is a big deal that one of the five is missing. The police can arrest them if they can arrest Gandhi. This inevitably makes them feel sad, and they are as anxious as ants on a hot pot. .
However, from the afternoon till now, Uncle Kun has not shown any sign at all when it is time to eat or sing.
They had to take the initiative to find Uncle Kun and ask him what to do next.
The nigger with the most impulsive personality couldn't help but step forward and cursed: "Sing opera! Sing opera! Can I eat if I sing opera?"
"The police have arrested Gandhi! Next time they will arrest me, you, and Uncle Kun!"
"do nothing."
"Everyone commit suicide!"
In fact, from Ni Kun's point of view, the more you do now, the more mistakes you make. The smart way is to do nothing and stabilize your position.
Because as long as he controls the channels and keeps the large warehouse, no matter how many Gandhis, Guohua, and Ni family die, they will not fall.
If you do things randomly! Whether he is caught or something happens to the warehouse, it is a major crisis for the Ni family, and the Ni family may collapse in the blink of an eye.
Unfortunately, Guohua, Han Chen and others are not dead.
As Ma Chai, they just want to protect themselves.
The nigger forced himself forward and tried to break through the door to see Uncle Kun.
But Yao Yang raised his hand and pushed him back unceremoniously, looked at him with cold eyes and said, "Uncle Kun said there is no one except Mr. Zhuang!"
"He won't see anyone until he comes out!"
"Hold!"
The nigger uttered a curse word and was about to continue his attack, but when his eyes came into contact with Yao Yang, he immediately felt a chill.
This time he quickly stopped his movements and kicked the trash can next to him with an aggrieved look on his face.
At this moment, Guohua and Wen Zheng looked at each other and stopped talking.
They planned to wait until dawn for Uncle Kun to come out.
Han Chen stood silently in the corner.
He is undoubtedly the weakest and humblest among the "Five People" in Tsim Sha Tsui.
Yao Yang retracted his arms and clasped his hands together again to block the door.
"Repay Master Zhuang!"
"It's strange that Mr. Zhuang came back to the Quyi Club to find you!"
"Next time we meet, we'll either be in the warehouse or at the police station!"
"Who the hell wants to see Mr. Zhuang?"
"If you see him, you will rush to the street!"
The nigger was rubbing his head and cursing loudly.
Guohua and Wen Zheng took out their cigarettes and lit them, preparing to fight a protracted battle with Uncle Kun.
What they fear most is that Uncle Kun only cares about himself and does not care about their life and death. He will force Uncle Kun to take action no matter what, otherwise they will have to finish the game.
Even if standing still is the best way, they can't let Uncle Kun stand still, because everyone always has to think about themselves, and no one is a puppet that can be manipulated casually.
This is also the reason why many large companies and organizations often fail to make the best decision when facing crises.
Because organizations are not controlled by individuals!
"I, you, and you, you, you,"
"Who wants to see Mr. Zhuang?"
"Do you want to meet?"
"That's what you want!"
The nigger turned around and roared, probably hoping to scare Ni Kun out with his roar.
Shua la la.
Unexpectedly, a row of black Mercedes-Benz cars suddenly stopped on the roadside.
More than 20 people in suits opened the door. A middle-aged man with a stout figure opened the door for the car in the middle. A young and handsome figure bent down and got out of the car, straightened his body, and arranged his suit gracefully with his hands.
The scene was more gangster than that of a gangster, but the vehicle was an official police car, and those who got out were police officers from the Wan Chai Crime Unit, as well as the Wan Chai Commissioner, the police force's Chinese spokesperson.
At this moment, the night is dark.
There are only street lights and neon signs on the streets.
The picture is dark and depressing.
Zhuang Shikai tidied up his suit, clicked, and led the troops towards the entrance of the building.
Fortunately, it wasn't raining at this time, no one in the police force held an umbrella, and everyone could still see each other clearly. Otherwise, with the bulging waists of the police force, everyone in the Ni family would have thought that their enemies were coming to kill someone.
Of course, the Ni family is still shocked now, and all of them turn their attention to the police force.
"Zhuang Zhuangzhuang..."
"Master Zhuang..." the black man stammered in surprise.
Han Chen and Guohua took a few steps back.
Yao Yang even let out a sigh of relief and quietly released the weapon on his waist.
Zhuang Shikai stood in front of them and asked with a chuckle: "What?"
"Are we all gathering here for a conference?"
Han Chen and others did not dare to answer.
Zhuang Shikai suddenly narrowed his eyes and shouted solemnly: "Just get out of the way!"
"Crash." A group of horse boys instantly stepped aside.
No one, including Yao Yang who was guarding the gate, dared to block Master Zhuang's way.
Zhuang Shikai glanced sideways at Yao Yang, then withdrew his gaze and walked into the Quyi Club.
Uncle Biao led police officers to guard the entrance of the building, keeping an eye on the criminals in front of them.
He knew that these Ni family gunmen must be armed, but the crime of illegal gun possession was too light. Catching them would be the same as not arresting them. There was really no need to let the guys work overtime.
As long as these criminals do not draw their guns in advance, the police will not force them to draw their guns.
This dark night.
Both sides maintain a tacit understanding.
The Xiangjiang Folk Art Club is very small.
Zhuang Shikai pushed open the glass door and strode into the underwear of Quyi Club.
Just listen to the melodious tune coming.
Ni Kun was wearing trousers and a white shirt, and his hair was a little gray. He was standing in the folk art club with a somewhat elegant atmosphere, holding a harmonica and playing the song "Auld Lang Syne".
He looks just like the uncles and aunties in the folk art club. How can he have the style of the four major bankers?
But this makes him more magnanimous!
More like a tough boss!
At this time, Zhuang Shikai was standing in the folk art club. The aunts and elders holding erhus and wooden drums on the chairs in the club all looked at him, with mature sophistication and calmness in their eyes.
Those young and Dangerous boys and hall masters who dare to fight and kill are inferior to the uncles and aunts.
On the contrary, they are people who have truly seen the big world.
"Bah bang bang!"
"Mr. Ni's music is really good."
Ni Kun put down his harmonica and turned around with a smile on his face. Zhuang Shikai applauded gently with a look of approval on his face.
This Scottish folk song is filled with the beauty of time, evokes inexplicable sighs, and is fully worthy of applause.
But doesn’t the Folk Art Club sing Cantonese opera?
Why are you playing the harmonica?
Zhuang Shikai put down his palm and said with deep eyes, "But Mr. Ni always likes to do things he shouldn't do."
"The music club shouldn't play the harmonica."
“Instead we should sing Cantonese opera.”
Ni Kun turned to look at Zhuang Shikai and replied with a smile: "Officer Zhuang, thank you."
"I just finished singing the song "The Legend of White Snake", and the old neighbors asked me to play the harmonica to entertain them, so I just played a simple part."
"People always need a change of taste."
Ni Kun put down the harmonica, wiped it with a handkerchief, then wrapped the harmonica with the handkerchief and tightened it in his suit pocket.
The old neighbors of the Quyi Club began to pack up their things and end today's entertainment activities.
Zhuang Shikai lit up a cigarette and said: "It's not impossible to sing Cantonese opera every day."
Ni Kun smiled and replied: "I'll get tired of it."
"Does that mean you don't want to?" Zhuang Shikai narrowed his eyes and took out a puff of cigarette.
Ni Kun smiled and said nothing, stood up and left: "Would you like to have a midnight snack together?"
"I know there is a delicious food stall nearby."
Zhuang Shikai raised his watch, took a look at it and said, "It's just in time."
"Then let's go together."
Zhuang Shikai turned around and walked out of the door of the Quyi Club, and Ni Kun appeared immediately behind him.
A small building alley was filled with hundreds of people.
"Sir Zhuang!"
"Sir Zhuang!"
"Uncle Kun!"
"Uncle Kun..."
Both sides of the crowd shouted at the same time, but the Ni family's horses only dared to shout and did not dare to come forward. Uncle Biao led people around and gave Sir Zhuang a wink, meaning to ask Sir Zhuang if he wanted to pull someone. Even if you can't really catch Ni Kun, you can still give him a warning in advance and give him a killing blow.
Zhuang Shikai didn't receive the look. He smiled and said to Zhou Huabiao, "Mr. Ni and I are going to have a late-night snack. Let's go together. Mr. Ni will pay the bill."
Mr. Zhuang even forgot to bring his own people with him.
Zhou Huabiao was a little confused and could only nodded: "Yes! Sir!"
Ni Kun asked from the side: "I will lead the way."
"About five minutes."
Afterwards, hundreds of people from both sides walked out of the alley, walked along the street, and moved forward in a mighty manner. On one side were the police and on the other were gang gunmen. The momentum was very scary.
The two big guys, Zhuang Shikai and Ni Kun, walked in front, followed by Uncle Biao, Han Chen and others... Citizens and passers-by who met them on the road all consciously avoided them and did not dare to pass between them.
Zhuang Shikai and Ni Kun did not speak on the road, nor did the people on both sides speak. This made the momentum gradually become serious, and the night was unknowingly filled with murderous intent.
Fortunately, the five-minute journey was quick, and both parties arrived at the late-night snack stall.
The owner of the late-night snack stall saw Ni Kun walking into the stall with a sweat towel on his shoulders and a pot lid in his hand. He said without stopping: "Uncle Kun! Come for late-night snack again!"
"Yes! Awang!"
"Bring some friends over for supper." Ni Kun walked to a round table and sat down on a plastic chair: "Each friend will have a wonton."
"Count it on me."
"Great!" the late-night snack owner immediately greeted.
Zhuang Shikai also moved a chair, sat opposite Ni Kun, and winked at Uncle Biao next to him. With a bang, more than 20 police officers took their seats at other tables in the late-night snack stall, and the entire late-night snack stall was filled in an instant.
"Big business." The late-night snack owner made a sound and immediately called his wife to help.
Han Chen, Guohua and others from the Ni family, together with Yao Yang and other hotshots, stood outside the awning of the late night snack stall to hold the handle.
"Ta da." Zhuang Shikai took out two chopsticks and placed them on the table.
