Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Causeway Bay.

Haw Par Villa.

Two cars rushed over quickly from outside and were intercepted by the security guard at the door.

"Whoever you are looking for is not allowed in."

The security guard collected the 1,000 yuan stuffed by Jiang Tiansheng in advance and stopped them to prevent them from entering: "Find someone and ask the owner to come out and take you in."

Jiang Tiansheng had already heard about someone trying to kidnap He Sheng at Haojiang Fisherman's Wharf.

Although he no longer has business in Haojiang, there are still news channels in this regard.

After learning that this matter was related to the Eight-faced Buddha, Jiang Tiansheng immediately chose to pretend to be stupid.

No need to think about it, Wu Zhihui will definitely fight with the Eight-faced Buddha.

When they fight, the Mian Na in his hand is a key. If he finds the key to the Eight-faced Buddha, Wu Zhihui will definitely come to him and ask for Mian Na.

Jiang Tiansheng definitely didn’t want to give Mian Na to Wu Zhihui.

Minna took it in her hand and used it as a bargaining chip to negotiate with the Eight-faced Buddha and let Siam breathe a sigh of relief.

Therefore, after getting the news, Jiang Tiansheng immediately started to disappear, trying to delay as much time as possible.

Jiang Tiansheng turned off the phone and came to this villa where he did not live regularly at night to cut off contact with the outside world.

He even gave the security guard outside a favor: if someone comes to see him, don't let them in.

Wu Zhihui was too lazy to talk nonsense to him and said coldly: "Bump in."

Ah Hua stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward. The car crashed through the railing and the cars rushed in one after the other.

When the car behind him passed by, the window was rolled down, and Changmao dropped a wad of bills from inside: "Fix the door."

The entrance to Jiang Tiansheng's villa.

The car stopped.

Wu Zhihui got out of the car, glanced at the closed door of the villa, and looked at Aji.

Ah Ji took a running start and climbed up with his feet on the trunk of the nearby shade tree.

Climb over the wall along the tree trunk to enter, and open the door from the inside.

Inside the villa.

Jiang Tiansheng's men saw that they couldn't pretend anymore and could only walk out: "Brother Hui? Why are you here at our place so late at night?"

"Jiang Tiansheng, call him out."

Wu Zhihui went straight to the point: "I'm pressed for time and don't have time to say more."

"Excuse me."

Ma Zai immediately retorted: "Brother Sheng is not feeling well tonight. He has already taken medicine and fell asleep. What's the matter?"

Ah Ji reached out and grabbed his collar, held him and pushed him aside with rough movements.

Ma Zai staggered as he hit the door panel. Although he was very unhappy, he did not dare to speak when he looked at the aggressive group of people.

"I'll go in and find it myself."

Wu Zhihui stepped in and went up the stairs.

In the bedroom.

Jiang Tiansheng didn't sleep at all. Feeling the heavy footsteps in the bedroom, he had to sit up.

He looked sleepy: "Ah Hui? Why are you here?"

"Something happened."

Wu Zhihui glanced at Jiang Tiansheng and spoke quickly: "You can do two things for me."

"First, contact the Eight-faced Buddha."

"Second, give Mena to me."

"Now, immediately."

Wu Zhihui spoke concisely and concisely, with an unquestionable and commanding tone in his tone.

"What happened."

Jiang Tiansheng continued to pretend to be dumbfounded, took out the cigar, and lit it with a flame lighter: "Why contact the Eight-faced Buddha?"

He held his cigar and took a puff: "He and I are enemies, how can I have his contact information?"

"Also, it's useless for you to hold this Minna. It's better for a good person to put her in my hands."

"I'll help you transcend him."

Wu Zhihui was patient, but his tone was a little more serious: "You have to cooperate with me."

"No, what happened?"

Jiang Tiansheng stood up in his slippers and looked at Wu Zhihui: "The Eight-faced Buddha is not that easy to deal with. He is very powerful in Siam."

The cigar smoked under his sucking: "If there is any matter, we can deal with it slowly. I, Jiang Tiansheng, am right to the Eight-faced Buddha."

"Still smoking?!"

Wu Zhihui knew from Jiang Tiansheng's words that he must have known about it and was doing Tai Chi with him here.

He reached out and snatched the cigar from Jiang Tiansheng's hand and threw it on the ground: "Call!"

The cigar hit the ground, sparks flying.

"I can make the call for you!"

Jiang Tiansheng frowned. Although he was unhappy with Wu Zhihui, he still endured it and said, "But I can't give it to you Minna."

"I have Mian Na in my hand. I can use her to negotiate many conditions with the Eight-faced Buddha."

"The Eight-faced Buddha is not that easy to deal with, and it is not as simple as you think."

"Hand in!"

Wu Zhihui had no interest in listening to Jiang Tiansheng's nonsense: "Give me the person!"

"No!"

When Jiang Tiansheng saw Wu Zhihui being so determined, the smile on his face disappeared: "Mian Na is of great use to me."

Logically speaking, it would be beneficial for Wu Zhihui to deal with the Eight-faced Buddha and Jiang Tiansheng, so it would be useless for him to have one more thug.

But in Jiang Tiansheng's heart, the Eight-faced Buddha is a prominent figure in Siam, and his strength is much greater than his own.

Wu Zhihui might not be able to defeat him in a fight. If he couldn't, he would be defeated by Minna, which would be a huge loss to him.

That's why he didn't want to make friends. With a Minna in his hands, his business in Siam would have a great chance to breathe.

"Okay!"

Wu Zhihui nodded when he heard this, turned around and left: "If you don't hand it over, I will definitely not find it."

He looked back at Jiang Tiansheng coldly: "If I can't find her Mian Na, then I'll look for you."

"Next, I, Wu Zhihui, will do nothing but beat you!"

An eight-faced Buddha, he is in the fan business, and he is really wild and bold enough to play.

Today he can arrange for someone to kidnap He Sheng. Although he failed, it doesn't matter. There can be another time.

As long as he thinks, he can plan the next action at any time.

But this is a very fatal rhythm for Wu Zhihui.

When something happened this time, He Sheng didn't have to say much, but he definitely had grudges and thoughts in his heart.

What if something happens next time?

With such a pair of eyes hiding in the dark and staring at He Sheng, who can guarantee that he will always be safe?
If he didn't say anything, the boss of the entertainment city behind him would definitely have strong opinions and would consider kicking Wu Zhihui out without hesitation.

and so.

For Wu Zhihui, the impact of this incident was huge and fatal.

This time scholar Shushuo stopped the matter, but he would plan to do it again next time. How many scholars were there at that time? How many guys will fold in?
To cut weeds, we must remove the roots.

Wu Zhihui's attitude was very firm and he would never give the Eight-faced Buddha any chance to do anything again.

"Wu Zhihui!"

Jiang Tiansheng listened to Wu Zhihui's words and scolded him in a deep voice: "Don't you really think that I am really afraid of you because I keep retreating?"

"Mian Na, here you go, if Wu Zhihui can't handle it, do you know how much I will lose?
If I can’t hold Siam’s plate steady, I, Jiang Tiansheng, have nothing to worry about, and I’m not afraid of you either! "

His voice became a little louder, and he stared at Wu Zhihui: "I can't hold Siam's plate, so I, Jiang Tiansheng, completely pulled my hand away.

I, Jiang Tiansheng, will fight with you to the end, leaving you unable to do anything or choose someone to talk to! "

He tried to use this incident to put pressure on Wu Zhihui, but his idea was wrong.

"You seem to have forgotten something."

Wu Zhihui looked sideways at Jiang Tiansheng and said in a cold tone: "Mian Na is just something I, Wu Zhihui, am not interested in, so I gave it to you."

"I can fuck you once, and I can fuck you a second time. If you don't want to ruin everything your father Jiang Zhen left for you, you should be honest and be friends with me, Wu Zhihui."

"If you, Jiang Tiansheng, don't believe it, then let's fight to see who is stronger."

After Wu Zhihui finished speaking, he turned around and left without stopping: "Then we can continue the fight."

Jiang Tiansheng stood there, the expression on his face changing, and he was making quick calculations in his mind.

The younger brother next to him looked at Jiang Tiansheng, waiting for his instructions.

It has to be several seconds.

"Wu Zhihui!"

Jiang Tiansheng looked at Wu Zhihui who had already walked to the corridor, and shouted loudly: "I'll give it to you Mina!"

"I'll also call the Eight-faced Buddha, okay?!"

After some weighing, Jiang Tiansheng had no choice but to choose not to offend Wu Zhihui. This was his best choice.

otherwise.

Once Wu Zhihui stares at him again, Hong Xing's plate will be unsteady.

At that time, even if they have an advantage over Siam, their hometown will be gone, and the Eight-faced Buddha will definitely retaliate, so he will really be attacked from both sides.

Jiang Tiansheng quickly ordered Ma Zai: "Go and bring Mian Na over to me."

Looking at Ma Zai who didn't move, he scolded him again: "What are you doing standing around? Take someone with you!"

Minna's role was very important, so Jiang Tiansheng hid her in the basement of the villa and kept her under strict supervision.

in the living room.

"Here."

After Jiang Tiansheng pressed the number of the Eight-faced Buddha, he directly handed the phone to Wu Zhihui.

"how?"

The voice of the Eight-faced Buddha rang on the phone: "Jiang Tiansheng, what terms do you want to negotiate with me again?"

"No, I got the wrong person."

Wu Zhihui held the phone and said, "Introduce yourself, Wu Zhihui."

"Ah Wu Zhihui, hahaha"

The Eight-faced Buddha heard Wu Zhihui introduce himself and grinned: "How about Wu Zhihui, are you satisfied with the gift I prepared for you in Haojiang? It must be a great surprise for you."

Just as Wu Zhihui guessed, although the operation to kidnap He Sheng failed and did not achieve its goal, the Eight-faced Buddha did not panic.

It's just a loss of a few people. At worst, my plan will be delayed a little.

He Sheng couldn't sleep when he was hiding in the dark. That was because Wu Zhihui took a sharp sword and hung it on He Sheng's head. How could He Sheng feel at ease?

In this case, Wu Zhihui's business in Haojiang will not be stable.

"Okay."

Wu Zhihui nodded in response: "But this Eight-faced Buddha is indeed an Eight-faced Buddha, with brains and clear thinking."

"This move of yours is very ruthless and your eyes are unique and sharp. It is indeed a great threat to me. No wonder your Eight-faced Buddha has become so big in Siam."

"Hahaha, thanks for the compliment."

The Eight-faced Buddha smiled even happier: "But it doesn't matter, I, the Eight-faced Buddha, have always been very tolerant."

"I can give you Wu Zhihui another chance. You can reconsider whether you want to cooperate with me, the Eight-faced Buddha."

He was sure of victory and said confidently: "As long as you cooperate with me and you Wu Zhihui help me open up fans channels in Hong Kong, I guarantee that you will earn more than anyone else."

The Eight-faced Buddha said in a disdainful tone: "Entertainment City? How much money can you make? How can you gain fans as quickly as you can?"

If Wu Zhihui can retreat despite the difficulties, the Eight-faced Buddha would not mind cooperating with Wu Zhihui first, and then just get rid of Wu Zhihui after the channels for followers are opened.

The hatred of killing a son is irreconcilable!

"forget it."

Wu Zhihui curled his lips and said with deep disdain in his tone: "I'm sorry, Eight-faced Buddha. To tell you the truth, from the bottom of my heart, I, Wu Zhihui, look down on you followers who have sons who don't have a butthole. No wonder your son wants to go. Be transgender, hahaha.”

"Is it funny?"

The Eight-faced Buddha's tone became colder: "It's not funny at all! Wu Zhihui, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"No."

Wu Zhihui shook his head: "I don't have any tricks."

He said unhurriedly: "I'm calling now just to inform you that Minna is in my hands."

He sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs and glanced at Minna who was being held up in front of him, and yelled: "Kneel down!"

Mianna stared at Wu Zhihui, breathing heavily, struggling not to kneel down: "Don't even think about it!"

"Your Majesty!"

Wu Zhihui scolded again.

Aji raised his foot and kicked Minna's knees directly, pressed her shoulders and knelt on the ground.

In pain, Minna couldn't help but moan in pain.

On the phone.

The Eight-faced Buddha listened to Mian Na's voice and scolded her coldly: "Wu Zhihui, I advise you not to touch her, otherwise you will die miserably."

"They say that you, the Eight-faced Buddha, are ruthless in doing things, but you are very doting on your son and daughter."

Wu Zhihui said in a calm tone: "How much you love your son, you actually support him to have sex reassignment surgery and become a woman."

He kept talking and continued: "You don't know me, Wu Zhihui, right? Let me tell you, I, Wu Zhihui, don't have any other skills. I can't beat men. So, I, Wu Zhihui, have developed a hobby, that is, I like to beat men. woman."

The Eight-faced Buddha shrank his eyes and clenched his teeth.

"You said your daughter's luck is really bad."

Wu Zhihui said in a relaxed tone: "If she were a man, nothing would happen to her. It's a pity that he had to do sex reassignment surgery to become a woman. That would be great. I fucking like to hit women the most. It suits me exactly."

Done.

Wu Zhihui's face turned cold. He raised his foot and kicked Mian Na to the ground. The huge sole of his shoe was printed on her face: "Tell me, where are you!"

"Ah."

The Eight-faced Buddha sneered: "Are you threatening me?"

Wu Zhihui didn't say anything. He leaned down and grabbed Mian Na's injured right hand that was wrapped in a bandage. He opened the bandage with his fingers and dug directly into the wound on her wrist.

"what"

Menna screamed in pain, and her screams echoed in the hall.

aside.

Jiang Tiansheng looked at Wu Zhihui with a strange expression. He was really not merciless at all. (End of chapter)