Chapter 355 (1/2)

”Yao Yang!”

”Why hasn't uncle Kun come out yet?”

”Gandhi was beaten into the hospital by the police!”

Quyi club located in a commercial building.

Guohua, Han Chen, Wen Zheng and nigger each took a group of younger brothers, all dressed in fancy shirts, holding cigarettes, staring at a group of Ni family bodyguards guarding the door.

Yao Yang, Ni Kun's confidant bodyguard, took more than a dozen suit gunmen, all expressionless, put their hands on their chest and firmly guarded the door.

In the building lane, the bodyguards and dozens of people brought by the four leaders have blocked the narrow entrance of the building.

”Uncle Kun is singing.”

Lei yaoyang's expression was old-fashioned and said without emotion.

But for the other four leaders of the Ni family in Tsim Sha Tsui, it's a big deal to lack one of the five. The police can catch Gandhi and catch them, which inevitably makes them feel sad and anxious like ants on a hot pot.

However, from the afternoon to now, uncle Kun said nothing about eating and singing.

They had to take the initiative to find uncle Kun and ask him what to do next.

The nigger with the most impulsive character couldn't help but step forward and swear: ”singing! Sing! Can I have food for singing? ”

”The police caught Gandhi! Next time you'll catch me, catch you, catch uncle Kun! ”

”Do nothing.”

”Let's kill ourselves!”

In fact, from Ni Kun's point of view, the more you do now, the more mistakes you make. Don't do anything. It's a smart way to stabilize your feet.

Because as long as he grasps the channel and keeps the large warehouse, no matter how many Gandhi, Guohua and Ni families die, he will not fall down.

If you mess around! Whether he is caught or there is an accident in 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.

They want to protect themselves as ponies.

The nigger forced his head forward and stepped his legs to break into the gate to see Uncle Kun.

But Yao Yang impolitely raised his hand and pushed him back. He looked at him coldly and said, ”Uncle Kun said except Lord Zhuang!”

”No one was seen before he came out!”

”Fuck“

The nigger broke out a dirty word and just wanted to continue, but he contacted Yao Yang with his eyes and immediately felt a chill.

This time, he quickly stopped his action, boom, and kicked on the garbage can next to him.

At the moment, Guohua and Wenzheng looked at each other and stopped talking.

They plan to wait until dawn for uncle Kun to come out.

Han Chen stood alone in the corner.

He is undoubtedly the weakest and humblest of the ”five people” in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Yao Yang took back his arms and closed his hands at the door again.

”Return to Master Zhuang!”

”It's strange that Master Zhuang came back to quyi club to find you!”

”The next meeting will be either in the warehouse or at the police station! ”

”Who wants to see Lord Zhuang?”

”If you see him, you'll jump into the street!”

The nigger touched his head and cursed loudly.

Guohua and Wenzheng took out cigarettes and lit them, ready to fight a protracted war with Uncle Kun.

What they fear most is that uncle Kun only cares about himself, regardless of their life and death. They have to force uncle Kun to do it anyway, otherwise they will have to finish it.

Even if staying still is the best way, they can't let uncle Kun stay still, because people always have to think about themselves. No one is a puppet manipulated casually.

This is why many large companies and organizations are often unable to make the best choice in the face of crisis.

Because the organization is not under personal control!

”Me, you, and you”

”Who wants to see Master Zhuang?”

”Do you want to see me?”

”You still want to!”

The nigger turned back and roared, probably trying to scare Ni Kun out with his roar.

Shulala.

Unexpectedly, a row of black Pingzhi suddenly stopped by the side of the road.

More than 20 people in suits opened the door. A middle-aged fat man opened the door for the middle vehicle. A handsome young figure bent down and got out of the car, straightened up and sorted out the suit with gentle hands.

This scene is more gangster than the big gangsters, but the vehicle is the official vehicle of the police force. The police officers of the Wan Chai serious crimes unit, the director of Wan Chai and the Chinese speaker of the police force get off.

At this moment, the night is dark.

There are only street lights and neon lights along the street.

The black tone of the picture is depressed.

Zhuang Shikai tidied up his suit, dada, and led his men to the entrance of the building.

Fortunately, there was no rain in the sky at this time. There was no umbrella in the police force. Everyone could see each other clearly. Otherwise, the police would have a bulging waist. The Ni family thought their enemies were coming to kill.

Of course, now the Ni family are still surprised, and they all turn their eyes to the police force.

”Zhuang Zhuang...”

”Master Zhuang...” the nigger stammered.

Han Chen and Guo Hua took people back a little.

Yao Yang was even more relieved and quietly let go of his waist weapon.

Zhuang Shikai stood in front of them and asked with a smile, ”what's the matter?”

”Gather here for a meeting one by one?”

Han Chen and others dared not answer.