Hong Kong Companion: Boss Optimus Prime, I just want to find the right way

Chapter 4 The villain died of too much talk
However, he didn't miss any part of the money he should have paid, so Ren Qingtian was completely dumb, and had nowhere to vent his anger.

This time, Ainbo collected money and embezzled money, which just gave him a chance.

As long as I get rid of Ai Enbo here, not only can I give a warning to others, but I can also take back the stores in Ai Enbo's hands.

In this way, one million dollars are earned every month, and they can be counted in one fell swoop.

Thinking of returning to his own hands again, with a monthly income of one million, Ren Qingtian took out a sharp steak knife from the lunch box on the table.

Su Wenluo suddenly discovered that Aobo, who was supposed to be in a coma, had come to his senses because of the short episode caused by his just appearance.

Su Wenluo saw that his head moved, although it was very small.

interesting!
There was a smile on the corner of Su Wenluo's mouth, he was not going to remind Ren Qingtian'an.

As for the reason, after this guy knew that he had a route to the country, he actually let himself transport drugs to the country frantically.

You know, how many anti-drug police officers have sacrificed for drug control in mainland China for so many years.

Now, if you are asked to transport washing powder to the country and harm your compatriots, Su Wenluo thinks he can't do it.

That batch of goods, Su Wenluo sent to the police force through the relationship of the previous connector.

The table knife was about to fall when Aobo suddenly jumped up.

"Ren Qingtian, you dwarf, you actually want to kill me!"

"You don't even look at the money you embezzled. Is the money you give each time enough for the brothers below?"

Aobo grabbed the knife that was originally used to eat steak, and stabbed it into Ren Qingtian's chest.

"Brother collected the bill for you, but someone threw one of them down from upstairs, and you didn't even pay for the settlement fee."

"Brothers went to fight for territory and got injured, but you still didn't get rid of it!"

'Now it's just a little money from you, and you actually say that I am corrupt. '

"In this case, if I hang up, you will pass the file and see who can beat me."

While Aobo was speaking, the table knife in his hand had been stabbed four or five times in a row.

Da Sang and Da Fei still sat and watched.

What Ren Qingtian said just now made them guess that the so-called corruption is just a pretext.

What Ren Qingtian really wanted was to reshuffle the cards.

Since this is the case, then this kind of boss might as well let him die.

Now only Spicy Chicken and Uncle Xing looked anxious.

Spicy Chicken is a piece of trash. In recent years, he has helped Ren Qingtian manage the two nightclubs on Bolan Street.

If Ren Qingtian has three ups and two downs, then his interests will be hurt the most.

And Uncle Xing, who is almost 60 years old this year, is a white paper fan left behind by Uncle Tai Tai, the last talker in Mong Kok.

The main thing is to manage the accounts of Mong Kok. If Ren Qingtian makes a mistake, he will go home to retire.

As for Su Wenluo, he happily took a sip of the coke he had just put on the table.

He didn't expect that the plot could usher in a big reversal.

Sure enough, since ancient times: the villain died of talking too much!
This principle has never changed.

After finishing the Coke in his hand, Ren Qingtian had already been stabbed more than a dozen times.

Su Wenluo knew that it was time for him to do it.

After all, unlike Da Sang and Da Fei, I don't want any reputation in the world.

If you want to gain a firm foothold in the arena, reputation is really important.

You have to see that Jiu Wenlong, the cripple of the United British Press in the Jiulong Ice Room, has a good reputation.

Even if you are crippled, you can rise again in Kowloon. , although it is said that it is impossible to replant the flag and uproot the ground, but if his Jiulong Ice Room is bullied, dozens of younger brothers will come to help immediately.

As for the stick, he didn't even think about it, not to mention whether Master Ding of Lianying would agree.

It's just that you said that one of the club's speakers is a lame man, he doesn't look good, and it doesn't sound good when he talks about it.

Jiuwenlong also understands this truth, and also knows that things like favors are used less and less.

It was also Lianying's Master Ding who spoke, otherwise how could one of his icehouses become a place where other small and medium-sized gangs started to talk.

So, fame, something like toilet paper, is sometimes useful.

At this time, Aobo wanted to give Ren Qingtian a final blow, and the knife in his hand went towards Ren Qingtian's neck.

Su Wenluo knew that he couldn't just leave him alone.

He picked up the stool beside him, and smashed it directly on Iobo's body.

The whistling sound that came suddenly made the crazy Aobo didn't hear it at all.

Now all he had in his eyes was stabbing the dwarf in front of him to death.

This blow hit Iobo's back firmly.

The hundred and ten kilograms of solid wood chair just like that threw Iobo into the air.

A mouthful of blood overflowed from Ren Qingtian's mouth, he didn't care about his injury, but looked at Iobo angrily and said:

"Cut this one to death for me."

Aobo stood up again, the moment just now was really painful, but he still endured the pain and looked at Ren Qingtian.

After hearing Ren Qingtian's words to kill him, he completely lost his mind.

"I'm going to die, and I'll hold you as a backing. The King of Hades will always be one step behind you!"

While roaring, Aobo wobbled towards Ren Qingtian.

Seeing the table knife getting closer and closer, Ren Qingtian's body couldn't hold on any longer and fell down directly.

It was also the same fall, and then he escaped the fatal last knife.

"Pity!"

Several people around had the same idea in their hearts.


But since Ren Qingtian was not beheaded by this knife, they could only send Aobo to see God.

Let God forgive his sinful life.

"Brothers, kill Aobo, the criminal below!" Dasang spoke first, and then rushed in from outside the house

Five or six bereaved horses directly beat Aobo into a vegetative state.

"Boss, boss!"

Seeing that the situation was stable, Spicy Chicken immediately ran to Ren Qingtian's side.

"What's the big deal, if you don't send it to the hospital, the boss is really going to sell salted duck eggs!"

Da Fei also came over at this time, and slapped the spicy chicken directly.

"Yes, yes, take it to the hospital immediately."

He didn't seem to be able to react to the slap Da Fei just gave him.

Hastily let the five younger brothers who were still beating Aobo be carried on a stretcher to send Ren Qingtian to the hospital.

Soon, after crossing a street, they appeared outside Guanghua Hospital.

As soon as he was sent to the emergency room, Spicy Chicken slapped a stack of Hong Kong papers on the doctor's desk.

"Doctor, give me the best medicine, and you must save my boss, it's not short of money!"

The doctor was wearing a professional white coat, looking at Ren Qingtian on the stretcher.

At this time, Ren Qingtian's whole body was already stained red with blood. After a simple test, the doctor shook his head and nodded.

After many years of experience, the doctor could tell at a glance that the murder weapon that caused such a tragic injury to the injured was a table knife.

Because the wounds are wide at the top and thin at the bottom, but none of these wounds are fatal.

It's just that two of the knives were stabbed in the wrong direction.

One knife went into the lung, and the other stabbed into the kidney.

Even if he is saved, he will be a useless person in the future, and he will not have a good job for a few years.

(End of this chapter)