Hong Kong Variety Show: My Boss Thirteenth Sister

The sound of the slap was like thunder, exploding in the office.

The ghost was hit by Jiang Lai's slap, staggered back a step, half of his face quickly became red and swollen, and there was a trace of scarlet at the corner of his mouth. I don't know if it was the blood flowing out of his mouth or the corner of his mouth was broken by Jiang Lai.

The ghost covered his cheek with his hand and looked at Jiang Lai with disbelief, with a trace of fear in his eyes, but it was replaced by pain in an instant.

"Hiss!!"

Jiang's slap not only hit the ghost's face, but also hit Zhang Fuxi's heart. He was stunned and couldn't help but take a breath.

Jiang Lai's eyes were cold.

The air seemed to still echo with the loud slap and Zhang Fuxi's heavy breathing.

"Asshole, I'm going to kill you!!" The foreigner steadied his body, his chest rising and falling rapidly, veins on his neck exposed, and he roared with gritted teeth with a murderous look.

The foreigner covered his cheek with one hand, and quickly reached for the pistol on his waist with the other hand.

The moment he saw the foreigner's action, Jiang Lai's eyes narrowed.

At the moment the foreigner took out his pistol, a gleam of light flashed in Jiang Lai's eyes, and his body turned sideways like the wind, kicking the pistol in the foreigner's hand directly into the air, and then grabbed it in mid-air, and the gun fell steadily into Jiang Lai's hand.

"Move... I will kill you!!" The muzzle of the gun was against the foreigner's forehead, and Jiang Lai's tone was cold and emotionless.

The foreigner was about to fight back, but felt the coldness on his forehead, and he froze in place, his eyelids slightly raised, and the black gun barrel was pressed against his forehead.

Zhang Fuxi looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes fell into a sluggish state.

Swish!

Coming back to his senses, he immediately took out his pistol, pointed it at Jiang Lai with both hands, and roared: "Stop it!!"

It was no wonder that Zhang Fuxi was not to blame, because it only took a few breaths from Jiang Lai raising his hand to slap the foreigner to the foreigner pulling out the gun.

Jiang Lai turned his head in response, his eyes were as cold as a knife, and there was a madness in his eyes: "Try it, who is faster, you or me?"

Gurgle!

"Don't... don't be impulsive!!" Zhang Fuxi swallowed his saliva, and he felt a taste of death in Jiang Lai's eyes.

Jiang Lai glanced at him coldly, then retracted his gaze and looked at the foreigner under the muzzle of the gun.

The gun was pointed at the foreigner's forehead, and his whole body became stiff. His eyes were full of panic and fear, and he was no longer as arrogant as before.

As a British man and a senior superintendent in the police force, Charles was used to being domineering in Hong Kong, and he had never been pointed at his head with a gun. He was both panicked and resentful.

"Jiang Lai, put down the gun first, and let's talk it out!" Zhang Fuxi's hand holding the gun began to tremble slightly, fearing that Jiang Lai would kill the foreigner directly in an impulsive manner.

"Do you think we can still talk it out?" Jiang Lai glanced at him, poked the foreigner's forehead with the gun, and spoke calmly.

Jiang Lai came to the police station, not wanting to have further conflicts with the police, so he gave Chen Guozhong a face.

But now it seems that there is no room for easing.

Zhang Fuxi took a deep breath, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but still tried his best to stay calm and said: "Jiang Lai, do you know what you are doing now?"

"Assaulting police officers!!"

"Seizing guns~"

"Hostage police officers!!"

"I can arrest you at any time for each of these!!"

"Put down your gun now and apologize to Superintendent Charles immediately. As long as the superintendent is willing to forgive you, I can pretend that this incident did not happen!!"

Zhang Fuxi did not want to irritate Jiang Lai, so he could only temporarily lower his posture and make a promise to Jiang Lai.

After speaking, Zhang Fuxi stared at Jiang Lai nervously.

"Ha!!"

Jiang Lai sneered, too lazy to pay attention to Zhang Fuxi, and turned his head to look at the foreigner: "Superintendent Charles, right?"

"Yes...!" Charles' forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and he spoke with difficulty.

"Come on, say what you just said again?" Jiang Lai asked jokingly, and the muzzle of the gun in his hand was further pressed against his forehead.

"I............!!" Charles' body was tense and slightly stiff, not knowing how to respond.

Charles could clearly feel the coldness of the gun muzzle, and had no doubt that Jiang Lai would pull the trigger once he answered.

As a British police superintendent, although he was arrogant and arrogant, he was not stupid and could recognize the situation.

"Jiang Lai!!" Seeing that Jiang Lai was still not giving in, Zhang Fu

Xi roared.

He stood there, his eyes wide open, his hands tightly holding the gun handle, his body trembling slightly because of anger, but his eyes revealed a deep helplessness, the current situation was beyond his control.

Just when the three were in a stalemate, the door of the office was suddenly pushed open, and a figure walked in quickly.

"What's going on?!" The person who came was Chen Guozhong.

This.........

Chen Guozhong saw the scene in front of him and his face suddenly changed.

He heard Zhang Fuxi's roar and thought that there was a conflict between Jiang Lai and Zhang Fuxi.

But from the current situation, it seems to be more complicated than he imagined.

"Jiang Lai, you..." Chen Guozhong looked at Jiang Lai with a pale face. He didn't expect Jiang Lai to aim his gun at the superintendent.

Jiang Lai didn't explain, but just gave him a helpless expression and shrugged, but the muzzle of the gun in his hand was still against Charles' forehead.

"You're here just in time, let him put his gun down!" Zhang Fuxi said hurriedly when he saw Chen Guozhong coming in.

Chen Guozhong's eyes fixed, he looked at Jiang Lai, then at Zhang Fuxi, and whispered: "Jiang Lai, no matter what, let's put down our guns first and sit down to talk, okay?"

Chen Guozhong looked at Jiang Lai with a bit of pleading in his eyes.

"Okay, let him put his gun down first!" Jiang Lai glanced in the direction of Zhang Fuxi and spoke calmly.

Zhang Fuxi still kept holding the gun.

Chen Guozhong also looked at Zhang Fuxi.

Not only that, even Charles looked at Zhang Fuxi.

. . . . .

"Stupid, put down your gun!"

"Sir..."

"Shit, I order you to put down your gun!" Charles saw that Zhang Fuxi was unmoved, and he gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice.

Zhang Fuxi took a deep look at Jiang Lai, and reluctantly took back the gun in his hand.

The eyes of the three people were once again focused on Jiang Lai at the same time.

Jiang Lai turned his hand and threw the pistol directly to Charles.

Charles hurriedly caught the pistol.

Although he didn't have a pistol, Jiang Lai's eyes were still so indifferent. He looked at Charles and whispered: "Remember, keep your mouth clean in the future." His voice was not loud, but it was full of unquestionable majesty.

Charles' heart was full of dissatisfaction and anger, and he felt insulted. Staring at Jiang Lai, his eyes flashed with anger, and his voice was a little hoarse, saying: "Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to teach me?"