I killed the film and television world

Chapter 416 Transactions and Rules

I took a cruise with Adong and the other two and returned together.

After getting ashore, he sent the three girls away.

According to the agreement made last night, Song Ren and others prepared to meet the leader of the society where Adong and others belonged.

As for clues in the other two movies, he currently only knows the locations of the towns corresponding to the two movies.

However, when it comes to some specific related characters, there are not many clues.

He needs the help of some local thugs so that he can lock on to the target person as quickly as possible.

Like Guili Xiong and the Banana Fairy in The Elf Transformation, and the hotel where the bus full of evil ghosts stayed in the Ghost Tour Group.

Although it is not clear what specific progress the current plot has made.

But with the help of the local tyrants, the action can naturally be carried out much faster.

Among them, one of the targets, Gui Lixiong, is the easiest to find.

This guy turned into a fire-breathing demon after his death.

But during his lifetime, he was a powerful gang leader, with followers including fans, owners of underground gambling houses, and money launderers, all kinds of places under his control.

However, the core business of the place is still mainly gambling, which is also the origin of the nickname Gui Lixiong.

And such community leaders are the easiest to find.

As for the ghost tour group, Song Ren only remembered that the group of evil ghosts came on a tour bus, and the hotel they stayed in seemed to be quite good.

But the specific location can only be entrusted to the local people to help inquire about the information.

It shouldn't be too difficult.

After all, there are not many hotels in the relevant area that have been able to accommodate mainland tour groups in recent days and have decent standards.

But if he really goes to look for it alone, it will waste too much time in the process.

Therefore, Song Rencai borrowed the identities of Xiao Yao and others and came to meet the local tyrant.

……

In the lobby of the teahouse, groups of gangsters gathered on the ground floor.

Adong and the other two came forward and greeted them warmly, then went upstairs together.

Song Ren was arranged to sit at a tea table nearby and wait for a while.

He put the suitcase at his feet. After a cup of tea, a gangster came over and motioned to him, "Hey, come with me. You're lucky. My boss wants you to come upstairs to entertain him."

Arrived at the VIP box on the second floor.

Song Ren caught up and was about to push the door open.

The other party stopped him and said, "Wait, search your lower body first, just as a matter of routine."

Song Ren said nothing.

He didn't want to cause too much trouble for Uncle Jiu's identity, so he didn't object.

The other party just patted his body symbolically through the clothes.

However, the briefcase brought on this trip was required to be opened.

Seeing the neatly stacked cash of more than 500,000 yuan, the gangster was stunned for a moment: Wow, an old man is so rich!
After he finished the inspection, he signaled Song Ren that he could go in.

Song Ren pushed the door open and walked in.

This VIP box is quite spacious.

There were eight other people in the room besides Adong, Xiaoyao and Twelve who were introduced to him earlier.

The four men were wearing simple shorts and guarding the four positions in the room. There were slight bulges around their waists, and it was estimated that they had hidden guns.

In the center of the room, four other people were sitting around a mahjong table, playing mahjong leisurely and comfortably.

There were several people at the table, two of whom were shirtless, with their shirts casually draped over the armrests of their chairs.

The tattoos on his back spread over most of his chest, making him look wild and eye-catching.

The other two people, one wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and had hair wax on his head, and his overall temperament appeared to be gentle and refined.

The other one was a middle-aged man who sat quietly in his seat like Karl Lagerfeld.

He was wearing a chestnut-colored silk dress, with one hand holding a string of dark brown Buddhist beads, and the other hand playing mah-jong with great relish.

That person is the boss of He Liansheng Society and the leader of the society - Lord Buddha.

Xiao Yao, A Dong and Twelve were kneeling in front of the three corners of the mahjong table at this moment, their hands bound with ropes and tied behind their backs, kneeling in a panic.

When Song Ren came in, except for the four gangsters guarding him who kept looking him up and down, the four people playing mahjong didn't even raise their heads.

The Buddha still had a faint smile on his face. He was playing with his Buddhist beads with great interest and said with a smile:
"It's a waste. Give me money."

"I told you all, sir, I'm pretty lucky today."

The other three people at the mahjong table heard this and smiled and agreed with each other.

They pretended not to see Song Ren who came into the room.

Twelve raised his head somewhat uncomfortably and said cautiously: "Boss——"

But before he could finish his next words, Master Buddha suddenly stopped smiling, grabbed a few mahjong tiles on the table, half-clenched them, and smashed them fiercely on Twelve's forehead.

With just one blow, some blood oozed out of his forehead, and he fell to the side in a very embarrassed manner.

The Buddha looked stern, his cold eyes fell on Twelve's painful face, and he scolded in a mocking tone:

"Fuck you!"

"You're telling me about exorcising demons right away. Are you out of your mind? Have you watched too many movies?"

"Flying a sword and setting off a bomb! Do you really think your boss is an idiot? Come on, fool me!"

"Fuck you!"

After he finished cursing, he turned around, as if he had just seen Song Ren. The aura that was displayed on his face before suddenly disappeared, and he regained his amiable and kind demeanor like an old Buddha.

While he was winding his Buddhist beads, he said to Song Ren, "I'm so sorry, old man. Did I scare you just now?"

Without waiting for Song Ren to answer, the other three people at the mahjong table spoke up:
"Boss, didn't Twelve and the others say that this old man is an immortal who has descended to the world? How could he be scared?"

"Haha, big boss, I've lived this long and have killed all kinds of monsters, but I've never killed an immortal."

"Uncle, I'm sorry. I'm not doubting you. It's just that what Twelve and the others said is really ridiculous. I wonder if you can show us your skills?"

Song Ren only listened to a few words from them and roughly guessed the reason.

It was estimated that before the dozen or so people started talking, they couldn't help but show off what happened last night in front of their boss.

The result might be that his lies were too outrageous, and people subconsciously thought that he was setting up a trap with Song Ren to trick him.

Song Ren couldn't help but frown. These young guys were completely clueless.

This little thing turned out to be such a mess.

There was no other way, so he could only explain:

"Master Buddha, my visit this time is simply to seek help from your organization and help me find some people in the Kowloon area."

"As for the remuneration, I have also prepared it."

At the mahjong table, the bald man with tattoos all over his back rubbed his head and said with a smile:
"Old man, aren't you an immortal? Don't immortals usually figure things out with just a few calculations? Why are you asking us for help?"

Song Ren raised his eyebrows slightly:
"I don't know what you misunderstood, but I repeat, I am here to make a deal with your organization."

"I am pressed for time, and I have no intention of joking with you big guys."

The others at the mahjong table wanted to make fun of him, but were stopped by Buddha.

He held the Buddhist beads and said calmly, "Uncle, how much is the reward?"

Song Ren: "One hundred thousand yuan."

Although he carried more than 500,000 yuan in cash with him, he was only helping to obtain some inside information and did not need to take out all his cash.

Buddha: "One hundred thousand?"

"You made our entire community go to great lengths to help you find someone, but in the end you only got a mere 100,000 yuan. Uncle, you are just treating beggars badly."

Song Ren frowned and glanced at the little demons kneeling in front of the mahjong table, then raised his head and asked, "How much do you want?"

The Buddha said rather impolitely: "One million."

Song Ren's eyes jumped: "Just looking for a few people? You want me to give you one million?"

Buddha: "We have nearly 10,000 people in Liansheng. Even if we distribute all the 1 million, each person will only get 100 or 200 yuan. Is that a lot?"

Song Ren: "Are you kidding? It's just a tiny place like Kowloon. Would you mobilize the entire Heliansheng to help me find someone?"

The specific location of the town is already available, and even some minor details can be provided.

Under such circumstances, these local tyrants can get the news just by moving around a little, so there is no need to make a big fuss.

Do you really think I've never been a boss?
But when Song Ren finished speaking, the Buddha just smiled and said nothing.

However, the two gangsters with flowery backs at the mahjong table suddenly stood up:

"Old man, who the hell is joking with you?"

"Remember, this is the rule between us and Liansheng!"

Song Ren was silent for a moment, then said: "Forget it, I don't have that much money."

He turned to leave, the color in his eyes slightly settled.

I plan to wait until this matter is finished, and then I will come back and kill these nagging losers.

But the other party obviously didn't want to let him leave.

The gangsters in shorts who were guarding the surroundings stepped forward and blocked his way.

Song Ren turned around and said in an inexplicable tone:

"Master Buddha, what do you mean?"

"With such a big name like He Liansheng, are you ready to break the rules of the underworld for such a small matter?"

"If you want to be a gangster, at least you should keep your word."

Hearing his tone, others might not notice, but the little demons who were forced to kneel beside the mahjong table all shrank back.

They still remember vividly what happened last night.

If it weren't for Song Ren who showed enough calmness, they would not have dared to make contact and would have been scared out of their wits.

The Buddha spoke again with a slight smile on his face: "Why, did I promise you that you can leave at will after entering?"

Song Ren shook his head: "No."

Buddha: "That's good, uncle. It's not easy for me to get out there and make a living. I must always keep my word—"

Song Ren interrupted him and finally said, "One price, five hundred thousand, is that okay?"

When the Buddha saw that he dared to interrupt, his face suddenly darkened.

He grabbed a handful of mahjong tiles from the table and threw them at Song Ren's body, while a barrage of abuse followed:

"You're a man of your word! If you say one million, it must be one million!"

"Damn it, if you lose even one point you won't be able to walk out of this door!"

The tumbling mahjong tiles hit the body one after another without any dodging, and then fell to the ground one by one.
Seeing that the other party's brows didn't even waver, the Buddha couldn't help but frown.

Then, like a moody devil, he suddenly chuckled: "Uncle, although you are old, it seems that you really have some skills."

Song Ren calmly walked towards him, muttering to himself as he walked:

"Fuck, I really didn't mean to cause any trouble this time."

"If only your appetite were smaller."

When the Buddha saw that he began to approach him, he inexplicably felt a sense of extreme irritation and absurdity.

I couldn't help but stand up and yell at the others, "Damn it! You're all standing there, pretending to be dead!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bald man with flowery back at the mahjong table suddenly stood up.

In silence, he took the initiative to greet Song Ren, with a hint of teasing in his eyes: After all, he is just an old man——

The next moment, the two parties simply passed each other as if they had agreed upon it!

But after the bald man with flowery back took a step, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, he lowered his head and covered his belly with his hands.

The two elite gangsters guarding the front side only noticed at this moment that a streak of bright red blood was oozing out very quickly from the belly that Qingpi Ge was covering with his hands.

But I saw that from left to right, most of the belly was cut open.

A deep red line on the belly caught the eye!

The bald man with flowery back was breathing rapidly, and his face was becoming paler and paler.

With a loud bang, he fell to his knees on the floor.

Boom!
Afterwards, the blood line on the belly became deeper and deeper, the bloody wound became longer and longer, and the bleeding could not be stopped at all.

Soon the large area of ​​the floor beneath them was dyed red.

Others on the other side had also noticed that a sharp bladed saber had inexplicably appeared in Song Ren's right hand.

The saber dagger was not very long, but the blade was shiny and thoroughly soaked in blood.

In the calm, the bright red blood drop was sliding along the blade to the tip of the knife, and finally in the silence, the blood drop gently fell to the ground.

Almost at the moment when the drop of blood hit him and made him faint, Buddha was the first to react from his shock.

His face changed drastically and he said, "You old bastard, I'm going to kill your mother!"

This sentence also woke up the others.

The four gangsters guarding the side pulled out a pistol from their waists, and pointed the black muzzles at Song Ren, waiting for the boss's order to shoot him dead.

At this moment, Song Ren's footsteps just stopped two or three meters in front of the mahjong table.

The Buddha's eyes were wide open with anger, and he threw the beloved Buddhist beads in his hand towards Song Ren's face.

But he grasped it in his palm with his bare hands.

The Buddha stared at Song Ren with malicious eyes: "Old bastard, if you are brave enough, try again!"

He took out a Glock pistol from his bosom, pointed it at Song Ren's forehead with a ferocious face, and said in a wanton and arrogant tone: "Come, let's see which is faster, your knife or my bullet!"

Then in the next moment, a flash of light flashed by!

Half of the forearm holding the gun fell cleanly to the ground.

The dull sound of falling suddenly startled the others.

The gangsters standing guard on the side had no idea what was going on.

The situation that seemed almost certain a second ago, but in the next moment, what appeared in each other's eyes was the boss's slightly raised, half-broken arm left.

From the scarlet broken forearm, even the flesh and bones were clearly visible.

The others subconsciously wanted to shoot!
But a faint arc of lightning exploded in the air.

The Qinglei Sword suddenly flew out!
The sharp sword light flashed for only a blink of an eye, and the four gangsters on guard were all pierced through the throat by the sword.

Bright blood beads flowed from the broken neck, following the sword light, and splashed onto the ground silently.

Song Ren took a step forward.

The Buddha covered his broken and bleeding forearm with one hand. He was so shocked and angry that before he could react, a short-handled military knife stabbed into his temple with a wave of his hand.

Because the force was so fierce, the not-so-long saber dagger was completely embedded in the temple.

Even the sharp tip of the knife suddenly pierced out a faint cold light stained with blood from the temple on the other side.

Drops of blood slid down the temples on both sides.

The Buddha's face still showed the ferocity from the previous second and the last bit of fear, but he was completely frozen in place.

There were only two people left at the mahjong table, and a flash of fear flashed across the eyes of the people behind the gold-rimmed glasses.

The other man, a blouse with flowery back, immediately pulled out a pistol from under the table.

Just as he was about to raise his gun and aim, Song Ren suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, pressing the hand holding the gun onto the mahjong table.

When the Qinglei Sword turned around, Song Ren happened to hold the hilt with his other hand.

The tip of the sword pointed downward, and the sword pierced through the palm, the pistol, and the mahjong table below smoothly without any delay.

The right hand of the man with budgies was nailed through the mahjong table.

Just as the man with flowery back was about to scream in pain, Song Ren slashed his trachea on his neck with a palm knife.

In an instant, his breathing suddenly became rapid, his entire face quickly turned blue-purple, and he even seemed to be having difficulty breathing.

At this point, the whole process was completed in just a few blinks of an eye.

In the VIP box, including the leader of He Liansheng, along with Red Stick and those trusted elite men, were basically all dead.

Either they had completely collapsed in a pool of blood, or the large artery between the throat and neck had been pierced, and the corpse was already gradually turning cold.

Finally, of the eight core members in the box, only the club leader Baizhishan, who wore gold-rimmed glasses, and the man with flowery back who was breathing rapidly and had a painful look on his face were left.

Bai Zhishan had already been frightened to the point of being numb all over. He stood up tremblingly and said in a trembling voice, "Big, big, big boss!"

Song Ren's gaze passed him and fell on the man with a flowery back who was a double-flowered red stick in the society.

The Qinglei Sword was suddenly pulled out, but before the opponent could retract his pierced palm, he kicked him down again, directly stepping on the mahjong table.

Uh-huh~
The man with flowery back made a hoarse sound of pain in his throat, and big beads of sweat silently slid down his face.

Song Ren looked calm and said, "Now there are only two of you left, are you sure you can take over the entire He Liansheng?"

One is a scholar and the other is a warrior. These are the two people he deliberately kept.

Of course it would be best if possible.

If you can't, it doesn't matter.

However, after Baizhishan and the man with flowery back looked at each other awkwardly, a hint of joy rekindled in their eyes, and then they nodded hurriedly.

Originally, the two of them were the most prestigious in the society.

If they join forces, they can almost control more than half of Heliansheng.

What's more, the other most powerful competitor has already died in a pool of blood.

Now that the leader, Buddha, had also met with an accident, the only two remaining people, with a strong will to survive, of course nodded in haste.

After all, no one expected that the old man in front of them would act so quickly and ruthlessly.

The key is that it is too powerful.

Thinking back to Twelve's descriptions, I realized that these idiots were not joking, but were telling the truth, and even more terrifying!
……

Taking over and joining forces are both a waste of time.

Song Ren didn't intend to get involved. After all, it had almost nothing to do with this mission.

But there are always people who are mysteriously confident.

There is no choice but to take over temporarily.

Fortunately, Song Ren didn’t need many clues this time.

Just relying on the gang of scoundrels under the command of the man with flowery back and the white paper fan, they have already collected some clues and information.

Among them, the information about Guilixiong in Elf Transformation is the most detailed.

After all, he is the leader of a club in another district, but Gui Lixiong operates fewer venues and the scale of the club is relatively ordinary, far less than that of He Liansheng.

According to the information we found, Gui Lixiong is not dead yet.

This way, it's much simpler.

As for the ghost tour group, we have found information about the relevant hotel, and they will indeed receive a tour group from the mainland.

But not today, but tomorrow.

In other words, the bus full of evil spirits has not arrived yet.

This is much more convenient.

It’s just right, I can deal with Guili Xiong and Banana Spirit in Elf Transformation first.

Gui Lixiong turned into a fire-breathing baby after his death, but he is still alive now. Song Ren decided to give him a completely new way to die.

As for the Banana Fairy, in the Elf Transformation, this woman is not considered a bad person, and she is even quite simple.

However, it is, after all, a monster that sucks human energy, so it would be safer to send it away early.

……

The white paper fan of He Liansheng is named Guo Jieming, and most of the time he is called Brother Yicheng.

At this moment, he was talking on the phone with his cell phone.

"Hello? Gui Lixiong?"

"Fuck! Who are you? You are so arrogant and dare to call me by my name. Believe it or not, I will find a hundred people to kill you! Damn it, I am really angry now."

"…It's me and A-Ming from Lian-Sheng."

"A-Ming? Huh? Damn, why are you calling me with Liansheng's people?"

"Gui Lixiong, keep your mouth shut. My boss wants to talk to you about something."

"Master Buddha, do you have something to ask me?"

"Just tell me the time and place, and my boss will come to the appointment in person."

"Damn it, I'm really busy right now, let's talk about it in a week."

"Gui Lixiong, are you looking for death? Believe it or not, I will have people clean up your place in one night!"

"Alpaca! Ah Ming, you are trying to scare me, and you think I am a jerk who was scared!"

"...Gui Lixiong, I'll tell you one last time. Tell me the time and place! Also, you'd better speak clearly, otherwise Liansheng's tens of thousands of henchmen and I will definitely wipe out all your places in one go."

This time, there was a long silence on the other end of the mobile phone, and finally a cursing voice came:

"Eight o'clock tonight, New Century Nightclub, come if you dare."

New Century Nightclub is Gui Lixiong’s largest venue.

Since they made the appointment there, it means Gui Lixiong was not lying.

(End of this chapter)