Pity Brother Long and the others!

The famous three heroes of the Huang family!

The super killer who is famous in Hong Kong and Macao!

He was trapped in a fishing net and couldn't break free! With sticks and sticks, he was beaten to a bloody head!

Shi Zhijian crossed his legs, smoked a cigarette, and watched everything in front of him indifferently, until Brother Long also turned into a dead dog, then he threw the cigarette to the ground, ignoring the precious Persian carpet on the ground, and said lightly

: "What are the three heroes of the Huang family? Nothing more than that!"

…

"Brother Luo, do you want to have a midnight snack together?" Shi Zhijian sat in a Bentley and came to an alley near the hospital, opened the car window and asked.

Lardboy was holding an umbrella and leaning on the car. His feet were covered with cigarette butts. Several plainclothes men had guns stuck in their waists, watching everything around them.

Hearing Shi Zhijian's voice, the car window where Lardboy was leaning slowly opened, revealing Lei Luo's face.

"How about it?"

Lei Luo's eyes were like hawks at this time, staring at Shi Zhijian and asked.

Shi Zhijian and Lei Luo looked at each other through the car window: "What else can be done? Xi Jiu is so cool, you don't know how majestic he is when he swings a baseball bat!"

Lei Luo smiled: "Xijiu is best at kicking waves and playing pool! But I didn't know he was also so good at baseball!"

Shi Zhijian shrugged: "The main reason is that you teach well!"

"What to do now?"

"Brother Luo, are you asking me?" Shi Zhijian said with a smile, "You should know better than me what to do! After all, interrogation and extorting confessions is your specialty!"

Lei Luo took out a cigar from his arms and bit it on his mouth. Lard Guy helped him light it.

Lei Luo blew out a puff of smoke and ordered Lard Boy: "Go, Hua Xijiu knows! Let him bring out the top ten tortures of our police station to greet those three friends! No matter what, you have to serve them well, come all the way here,

We need to know how to treat guests!”

Lardboy chuckled: "Brother Luo, what you are talking about is true! I will definitely inform Xijiu to make sure those three friends are served comfortably! Not only will he reveal the mastermind behind the scenes, but he will also tell whether his eighteenth generation ancestor wet the bed when he was a child.

Explain clearly!"

Cave!

Lightning struck from the sky.

Shi Zhijian looked at the sky through the car window and said to Lei Luo: "Brother Luo, go back and rest early! If it rains, you can have a good sleep!"

…

After the heavy rain, the weather is calm.

Ghost Smith had trouble sleeping last night!

He had a sleepless night because he received news that the killer he hired with his own money was rounded up by Lei Luo's subordinate Chen Xijiu! And the mastermind behind all this was Shi Zhijian!

"Shi Zhijian! You bitch! Did you and I have any enmity in my previous life? Why did you do this to me?" Smith ate his breakfast and cursed angrily.

At this time the phone rang.

"Sir, Sir Bailiqu called and asked you to come over later!"

"Uh, what? Let me go over?" Smith was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that the sandwich and fried eggs in front of him no longer tasted good.

"Damn it, did he know something? I'll be fine, right? Yes, Smith, you'll be fine, you'll get through this difficulty! Pick yourself up and regain your confidence!"

No matter how much Smith encouraged himself, when he was arranging his suit in the mirror before leaving, he still found himself looking haggard in the mirror!

…

Ghost Smith got off the rickshaw with great difficulty, holding a civilized stick in his hand with a big belly.

The moment his feet landed, Smith's nose smelled the smell of earth after the heavy rain. He glanced at the door of Sir Bailiqu's villa, took a deep breath, and went to knock on the door.

Soon Smith was allowed to enter the villa. Under the guidance of the ghost housekeeper, Smith walked across the garden and walked along the cobblestone corridor.

Suddenly, woof woof woof!

A burst of barking!

A white German shepherd dog ran over and bared its teeth at Smith.

"Get away! Damn it!" Smith was bitten by a dog when he was a child and was particularly afraid of dogs.

The ghost butler was scolding the sheepdog, but the sheepdog didn't listen to him. Instead, it barked at Smith even harder.

"Harry, come back!" Baili Bing appeared at the other end of the corridor and shouted to the sheepdog.

When the shepherd dog heard her voice, he immediately stopped barking at Smith, turned his head and ran towards Baili Bing wagging his tail, looking flattering.

Baili Bing knelt down and reached out to stroke the shepherd dog's forehead. The shepherd dog wagged its tail even more happily.

Smith cursed: "Dogs are indeed dogs! They don't know people!"

While talking, Smith had already arrived in front of Baili Bing.

Baili Bing tied the collar of the shepherd dog and buckled the rope and handed it to Gui Lao butler.

The ghost housekeeper took the sheepdog away.

When the sheepdog passed by Smith, he yelled at him several times, which frightened Smith.

"Sorry, Mr. Smith! My Harry has a habit of barking and sometimes biting people he doesn't like very much!"

"Really? It doesn't look very smart!"

"Dogs are not very smart, but people are different! Sometimes some people can't even do things as well as dogs, and they will only cause trouble and cause trouble!" There was something in Baili Bing's words, and he looked at Smith with a smile.

Smith's face twitched a few times and he laughed dryly: "Sometimes people like this are troublesome! However, he may also have his own reasons——"

"I don't know if there are any difficulties. All I know is that when you take your dog out for a walk, you must know how to clean up the dog's poop! Don't let others help you wipe your butt!"

Smith's face froze.

Baili Bing smiled at him: "Okay, my adoptive father is waiting for you in the living room! Finally, I wish you good luck!"

…

It was very silent in the living room.

Sir Bailiqu crossed his legs and sat in the front seat, holding a newspaper in his hand and reading it, with a cup of his favorite Lipton black tea beside him.

Chen Zhichao and Yan Xiong were sitting next to him respectively. They had different expressions when they saw Ghost Smith coming in.

"Are you here?" Bailiqu's eyes were still on the newspaper, and he just casually pointed to the empty seat, "Sit down first."

"Okay, Sir!" Smith replied cautiously, then respectfully found a chair and sat down.

"Tea or coffee?"

Gu Wen

“The black tea is ready!”

Bailiqu nodded, and naturally there were servants nearby to prepare.

Soon, black tea will be served.

Holding the teacup, Smith wanted to speak several times, but saw Bailiqu reading the newspaper carefully, so he held back.

Soon, Bailiqu finished reading the newspaper, folded it habitually, and then looked up at Smith, Chen Zhichao and Yan Xiong.

"Do you three know why I called you here so early in the morning?"

Chen Zhichao remained silent.

Yan Xiong looked at Chen Zhichao and saw that he didn't speak, so he also shut up.

Smith laughed dryly and said, "Sir Sir, do you have something important to explain?"

Bailiqu smiled: "You guessed it right, I do have something very important to talk about here!"

After saying that, Bailiqu raised the newspaper in his hand and said, "Smith, do you know what's on the front page of the Hong Kong newspaper today?"

Smith pretended to be calm, "I have been worrying about the election these days, but I haven't paid much attention to newspaper news."

"Really? You work very hard!"

"Thank you Sir!"

Before Smith could finish his words, Bailiqu suddenly grabbed the teacup next to him and threw it at Smith: "Damn bastard! Are you still acting now? Do you really think I'm a fool?!"

The teacup hit Smith on the left side of his forehead, causing a cut, and then fell to the ground and shattered!

Smith was startled.

Even Chen Zhichao and Yan Xiong were frightened by the sudden scene in Bailiqu.

In their impression, Sir Bailiqu has always been a gentleman, and he is very measured in both his speech and his actions!

But now, he suddenly went berserk.

"I'm sorry, Sir Sir! I...I don't know what I did wrong?" Smith did not dare to wipe the blood from his forehead.
To be continued...