I killed the film and television world

Chapter 138 I'll Give You a Stick of Incense (Combined Chapter)

Song Ren started to criticize Fatty Chao in front of him, which made his face even uglier.

However, before he could get mad, one of Fat House Chao's younger brothers angrily slammed the table and said, "Hua Zai Rong, what are you talking about!"

Song Ren looked back at him, stood up and walked over, chuckling:
"Handsome boy, you're talking so loudly? Are you trying to scare me to death?"

"Come on, apologize to me and I'll forgive you, how about that?"

Song Ren stood in front of Sijiuzi and spoke in a very calm manner.

However, the fierce aura between his brows forced Sijiuzi to subconsciously take a step back.

He looked a little flustered and couldn't help but look at his boss.

Fatty Chao was leaning back in his chair, snorting with disdain.

His tone seemed nonchalant, yet full of teasing: "It's okay, Brother Rong asked you to apologize, so just say sorry."

"Otherwise, if Brother Rong really gets mad, be careful and he'll kill us."

"You guys know he's so powerful right now. I'm so scared. Hahaha!"

The younger brothers at the table cooperated with their boss very well and laughed out loud in unison.

Wu Shihao was a little embarrassed and didn't know what was so funny, but he still laughed stiffly twice.

Song Ren turned around and said, "Brother Chao, you just said something right, guess which one it was?"

It was a question, but it was said too calmly, with a cold tone that was a bit creepy.

Especially when looking back, there is no extra color in the bottom of the pupils.

Dark and sharp!
This made the lazy and unfocused Fatty Chao feel inexplicably chilled in his heart.

I always feel like I have seen these eyes somewhere, but I can't remember where.

He straightened his back involuntarily and said nothing.

The scene was a bit deadlocked for a while, and the atmosphere was full of tension.

Finally, Song Ren broke the stalemate.

He sat back down, suppressed his fierce aura, and took the initiative to say, "It's okay, Brother Chao, don't be nervous, it's just a joke."

Fatty Chao's heart was still beating violently, but he forced a groan.

He lit a cigar for himself, then ignored Song Ren and got up with a sullen face and went to the bathroom.

He always felt that something was wrong with Hua Zairong today, and a feeling of uneasiness filled his heart.

In the bathroom
When Fatty Chao came in, he happened to see the new superintendent Blanchard who was also there to relieve the pressure.

Blanchard is the new Ghost Superintendent who succeeds Hunter.

During this period, Feizai Chao has already provided the other party with a lot of "human relationships".

Blanchard is easier to talk to than Hunter, but his eating habits are also more unsightly.

Blanchard openly accepted all of Fatty Chao's so-called filial piety, and there were already some interests involved between the two parties.

He seemed to see that Fatty Chao was in a bad mood, and took the initiative to say:
"Hey, Chao, you seem unhappy?"

"Who made you angry?"

Fatty Chao was feeling very angry, so he took advantage of the situation and brought Song Ren's name to the new white police superintendent.

Blanchard finished chatting with him happily and patted him on the shoulder: "Super, it's a small matter. I'll help you vent your anger."

After that, he turned around and left.

Fatty Chao waited for a while and saw that there was no one around. Then he spat and cursed quietly, "Help me? Fuck your mother. You asked for my apartment in Mong Kok just by saying help me."

"Damn, that's a nice thing to say!"

"More greedy than Hunter!"

"Why don't you just be greedy and kill yourself, you loser!"

……

Blanchard walked out of the bathroom. There were several other foreigners waiting outside, whose ranks were lower than Blanchard's.

Most of these foreigners were from other departments, and one of them was Blanchard's friend and translator.

Blanchard: "Guys, who is Hua Zai Rong from Lian Sheng?"

Among the foreigners, someone pointed to where Song Ren was.

Blanchard nodded knowingly.

Since he took office, most of the community groups across Hong Kong Island have expressed their opinions to him.

Only Liansheng, which is entrenched in several districts of Wan Chai, has never appeared.

He had been somewhat unhappy with Lian Sheng for a long time, so this time he could take advantage of the situation and get an extra generous gift.

Tsk tsk, these naughty monkeys are really a group of good piglets.

I really came to the right place for this transfer.

……

In the main hall of the birthday party, the banquet was already halfway through.

At the table next to them, a card game was being played, and the amount of money involved was not small.

But when Yan Tong saw it, he just smiled, pretending not to see it, and ignored it.

The guests at the gambling table were having a great time, and soon attracted the attention of several foreigners.

The newly appointed white police superintendent Blanchard walked in front.

He pushed one person aside and took up a position.

When the other people saw the foreigner coming, they subconsciously frowned.

Those at the gambling table were all from the business community. They were well aware of the greed of these foreigners and did not want to play cards with them.

If I win this game, I will probably lose money in business.

But if you lose the game, you will feel very unhappy.

It's never fun playing with these foreigners.

So as soon as Blanchard sat down, someone immediately prepared to get up and leave.

But as soon as he stood up, the white translator held his shoulders and forced him down, ordering him, "Sit down! Everyone, sit down! The superintendent wants to play two rounds with you. No one is allowed to leave now."

The guests at the gambling table suddenly felt pale and realized that they might spit out blood this time.

as expected
The situation in the gambling game was as expected. Blanchard won one game and then lost another.

Once you win a game, you will take all the money in everyone's account.

But for the losing game, Blanchard still took away the funds in everyone's account.

This time, the gamblers' faces became even darker.

But due to the other party's identity as a police superintendent, he did not dare to resist.

One of the young men, perhaps drunk, was unable to control his anger, and at the last moment, he suddenly turned his hand and grabbed his money.

The young man glared and said, "What do you think? The foreigner can just not pay if he loses money!"

Blanchard glanced at him and said nothing. He just picked up a bottle of beer next to him and opened it, then poured all his anger on the young man's head.

The crystal clear wine flowed down his hair, instantly soaking his entire body.

The young man's eyes suddenly turned red, and he stood up and was about to fight back, but he was stopped by two older gamblers next to him, who quickly persuaded him kindly: "Young man, be patient for a while and the situation will remain calm!"

In this place, conflict with foreigners is absolutely unacceptable.

The young man's eyes were red and he was breathing heavily, trying to suppress his anger.

Seeing this, Blanchard laughed maliciously, then swung the empty bottle and hit the man's head with it!
Bang!
The shattered glass fragments exploded!

Warm and bright red blood instantly flowed from the young man's forehead.

The two gamblers who were trying to persuade him just now were also stunned for a moment. They were so angry that their whole bodies were shaking, but they had to grit their teeth and force themselves to endure it.

Blanchard laughed even more wantonly, smeared all the wine and blood splashed on the back of his hand on the young man's clothes, and gently pushed him away.

The young man fell unconscious!

The busy birthday party suddenly became quiet for a moment.

Yan Tong noticed this and immediately asked two of his detectives to send the injured out, and then asked them to tell the other gamblers to cooperate with the superintendent and not to provoke the superintendent's anger. At this moment, the gambling table became a little deserted.

Blanchard didn't care about the young man's exit, but took the opportunity to wave and point to Song Ren's position.

The foreign translator standing next to him immediately shouted at Song Ren in stiff Hong Kong dialect: "Hey, you, the superintendent wants you to come over here!"

Song Ren put down his chopsticks and looked back.

The other club members at the same table were already gloating.

The foreigner's behavior just now clearly shows that he is not someone to be trifled with.

Fatty Chao also relaxed the gloom between his brows and said sarcastically, "Brother Rong, it seems you are lucky."

"The superintendent has asked you to come over."

"You are so pretty. Go over and keep the superintendent company. Who knows, your alliance might even reach a new level."

"Really?" Song Ren chuckled and said, "Well, I'll go and keep him company."

Fatty Chao: “…”

Song Ren walked to the gambling table and just in time saw Chief Superintendent Peter Godber of Hong Kong Island entering the corner in the distance. Inspector Yan Tong had already gone up to greet him with a smile.

The smile on Song Ren's face suddenly became brighter.

He came to the gambling table, and the foreign translator pressed his shoulder and said in stiff Hong Kong dialect: "Sit down! The superintendent asked you to come over and play a few games together!"

Song Ren stood still and just asked, "How do we play?"

The foreigner pressed several times but failed to get Song Ren to sit down. He pointed at Song Ren's nose angrily and ordered, "I told you to sit down!"

"?" Song Ren: "I'm asking how to play it?"

The gambler at the gambling table quietly pulled him and whispered, "Little brother, don't confront these foreigners, otherwise you will be the only one who suffers."

Not far away, Fatty Chao sneered, "Brother Rong, what else can you do? You're so pretty, of course you just have to stick your butt out."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter from the audience.

Song Ren lowered his head and couldn't help but chuckle, his deep pupils became sharper.

His mission had been completed. The reason he stayed for more than a month was to give a farewell gift to this black and white disordered world.

Ghost, detective, society...

Since the social atmosphere is not right, let’s tear it down and start over!

Song Ren turned around slowly.

For the first time, he no longer concealed the murderous aura on his body, and looked back at Fatty Chao with a heart-piercing cold gaze: Ha, Fatty, are you fucking tired of living?
Fatty Chao had a playful look on his face, but as Song Ren looked back at this moment, all the expressions on his face froze, and he felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

He woke up suddenly and finally remembered where he had seen this pair of eyes before!

It was the night that Superintendent Hunter died, the crazy thug who walked out of the nightclub!
He is actually Hua Zai Rong!!!
……

At the same time, Yan Tong also noticed the dispute here.

Seeing Hua Zairong arguing with the superintendent and his group, he immediately came over and warned them sternly:

"Hua Zai Rong, what the hell are you doing here!"

"Didn't you see the superintendent and the others talking to you?"

"Since you are the boss of Liansheng, you think you are very powerful, right?"

"Believe it or not, I will take your skin right now!"

Blanchard sat aside and did not speak.

With a pair of deep blue eyes, he stared at the scene in front of him with amusement as if he was watching a monkey show, and he found it more and more interesting in his heart.

At this moment, the gamblers were also persuading Song Ren to bow his head and there was no need to confront the foreigners.

Half of the guests at the birthday party were watching in a joking manner, while the other half were indignant at the foreigner's arrogance and Yan Tong's bias, but they dared not speak out.

Lei Luo suddenly got excited and wanted to stand up and do something.

During this period, he had just become a detective and still had some backbone when facing the foreigners, although not much.

However, this passion was completely extinguished when he was pulled back by Zhuyouzi beside him.

Zhuyouzi: "Brother Luo, calm down."

Lei Luo opened his mouth, but finally sat back down.

Next to the gambling table, an older and kind-hearted gambler came to the rescue: "Uncle Yan, the young man may have drunk too much. Uncle Yan, please don't bother with him."

Someone nearby recognized Song Ren and immediately pulled him aside, whispering, "Hey, don't you know Hua Zai Rong? Don't yell."

At the club's table, Fatty Chao had already lowered his head deeply.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he no longer had the arrogance he had before.

The bloody scene that happened in the nightclub last time came back to my mind.

The feeling of powerlessness that chills you to the bone, the fear that looms deep in your heart.

All of it poured into the body, as if facing death once again.

However, the boy sitting at the same table as me was quite brave.

Seeing that the boss didn't take the opportunity to add insult to injury, he spoke up for him and sneered, "Hua Zai Rong, if you're drunk, just get out of here. Are you still waiting for dinner?"

The fat boy looked over in astonishment: “…” What the hell are you yelling about!
Song Ren's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Yan Tong took over the conversation and continued to scold with a frown: "Hua Zai Rong, what are you still standing there for? Didn't you hear it?"

The white translator next to him snorted and raised his finger: "Everyone told you to get out, you naughty monkey, get out now!"

Song Ren raised his head, a slight smile appearing on his face.

The next second, he suddenly stretched out his hand and easily grasped the middle finger raised by the foreign translator.

The foreign translator was stunned: "Huh?"

Song Ren's eyes turned cold.

He suddenly turned his wrist down and bent his palm backwards with force.

click!
Song Ren bent the entire middle finger directly onto the back of his hand.

The foreign translator suddenly straightened his back and stood on tiptoe.

After a brief moment of shock on his face, he began to sweat profusely. His facial muscles twitched in pain, and he hissed as he gasped for air and cursed in pain, "Fuck it! Fuck it!!!"

Yan Tong's expression changed drastically, and he waved his hand to slap Song Ren in the face, cursing in advance: "Hua Zai Rong, I'll take your skin!!!"

Song Ren looked back.

The fragmented light was drowned in the dark pupils.

He turned around and knocked Yan Tong's arm away with his elbow, then slapped Yan Tong on the side of his face. His five fingers were like iron hooks, digging firmly into the gap between his facial bones and jaw.

The next moment, Song Ren suddenly pushed down with force!
Bang! ! !
Yan Tong’s head hit the gambling table, and the cards on the table immediately fell apart!

The sharpness in Song Ren's eyes was no longer suppressed, and it became sharp, and the smile on his face became colder and colder: "Master Yan, since today is your birthday."

"I don't have much gift, so I'll just burn some incense for you!"

Song Ren picked up a chopstick from the corner of the table, and with quick hands and eyes, he pierced Yan Tong's entire neck with the chopstick in front of Yan Tong's horrified look!
The soft skin was like mud, and the chopsticks pierced through it with a "whoosh"!
Yan Tong twisted his body frantically, but couldn't break free from Song Ren's five fingers.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and he felt that death was closer to him than ever before.

He never expected that Hua Zairong would dare to do such a crazy thing in public.

Yan Tong begged for mercy in a weak voice: "Rong, Brother Rong, no, Rong, Master Rong..."

Song Ren's eyes were cold, and no unnecessary emotions were contained in them.

He suddenly slapped the chopsticks sticking out of his neck!
laugh!
The chopsticks, which were originally half exposed, were directly slapped into the neck by Song Ren's palm, and blood and flesh were pulled out from the other end, and they were instantly nailed through the wooden table.

A stick of incense to wish Mr. Yan a safe journey.

The whole process only takes two or three breaths.

Almost everyone was still immersed in the shock of Song Ren's attack on the foreigner just a moment ago.

The next moment, Inspector Yan Tong, who was famous throughout Hong Kong Island, had been stabbed in the neck by Song Ren with a chopstick and nailed to the wooden table.

This action is undoubtedly crazy and horrifying!

(End of this chapter)