When the bodyguard heard the little yellow-haired words, he almost laughed out loud.

It's simply inexplicable.

Everyone can’t even meet by chance, why do you want to bring you back to the mainland?

However, before the bodyguard could speak, the little yellow-haired man begged with fear, "Please, take me back to the mainland...they...they will really kill me."

The bodyguard was about to let him get out, Yang Bing came over and reached out to signal, turned to the little yellow-haired man and asked, "Why do they want to kill you?"

"Because...because..." The little yellow-haired kneeling on the ground seemed to be really scared, trembling with his lips, and never said a word.

Yang Bing frowned and said, "If you don't say anything, then leave."

"I..." The little yellow-haired man turned around and observed the parking lot of Gangwei Mall where the cars were coming and going, and finally gritted his teeth and whispered in Yang Bing's ear.

Before the little yellow-haired finished speaking, Yang Bing frowned and signaled that the little yellow-haired would wait for a while, then turned around and hurried towards the car.

After hearing Yang Bing's words in the car, Guan Qiu's face immediately became gloomy and said, "Take him with you."

When the convoy slowly drove away from the parking lot of Gangwei Shopping Mall, two middle-aged men walked out of the food street and alley. Looking at the car taillights that were gradually moving away, one of them cursed a few times, and then took out the phone to report the situation upwards.

Here Guan Qiu brought Xiao Huangmao to the 12th house in Repulse Bay that he had just purchased.

This house turned out to be the property of Migo Kadaoli, chairman of China Electric Power Group. This young Jewish man from China National Petroleum is very good at doing business. During the Asia-Pacific Economic and Trade Forum, he learned that Guan Qiu was staying in a hotel and enthusiastically promoted the house to him.

It is also "not expensive", only 220 million Hong Kong dollars, just refreshing the price of Xiangjiang Tower King.

Compared with Ziyuan, Shanghai Stock Exchange, this big house is one level worse in both area and decoration, but after all, it is halfway up to Xiangjiang, and its geographical location is seven or eight streets in the Shanghai Stock Exchange in 2006.

When I went to the second floor and took a shower, I happened to run into Qin Lan who came from the swimming pool in the back garden. She was wearing a white bathrobe, with her strong and strong long legs, and the two papaya milk on her chest were almost about to break out of her clothes.

"Didn't you say you were back today? Xiangjun and I have been waiting for a long time." Qin Lan said with a bathrobe wiping the wet ends of her hair.

Guan Qiu walked forward and said with a smile: "I went to Harbor City, let's go tomorrow." As he said that, he glanced left and right, no one, and his big hands reached in from the hem of the bathrobe and his mouth pressed on it.

"Um..." Qin Lan moaned, and her snow-white teeth appeared from her pink lips, and her hands subconsciously pressed on her chest, "Don't..."

Thinking that there were still people waiting for him downstairs, Guan Qiu was not tempted, so he kissed him a few times and pulled out his hand, "Lu Zhihe invited me to dinner in the evening. Please ask Sister Xiangjun if you want to go together."

"Lui Zhihe? Who is Jiahua International?" Qin Lan was puzzled.

Guan Qiu asked back, "Or who else?"

Qin Lan was like a little girl, sticking out her tongue and stopping talking.

This little man is getting more and more powerful now. He is making friends with super rich people from Hong Kong and Macao, and he is not just going to curry favor with him, but he is just on the same level.

This is the natural effect that comes after wealth reaches a certain level.

The only thing that made her a little "hateful" was that as of now, Guan Qiu's name was not on the Forbes rich list.

After waiting for Guan Qiu Xiaolou, Qin Lan turned around and walked to the bedroom lightly.

...

In the reception room downstairs, the little yellow-haired with a bruised nose and a swollen face had no intention of appreciating the precious furniture and accessories in the room. A pair of thief eyes stared at the entrance, and the tension on his face had disappeared.

Finally, the young figure wearing a black T-shirt appeared in sight. The little yellow-haired immediately stood up and said respectfully with a hint of flattery tone: "Mr. Guan..."

Guan Qiu waved his hand and signaled, "Sit down and say."

Soon, the servant brought the tea, Guan Qiu picked it up and took a sip, turned his head and looked at the little yellow-haired man with half of his butt facing the stool.

The little yellow-haired man is named Cheng Jialuo, which is only one word different from Chen Jialuo, the leader of the Red Flower Society in the Book of Swords.

Unfortunately, he has neither the brothers of rich and powerful businessmen nor the skill of robbing the rich and helping the poor. He was an assembly line worker in a shoemaking factory in a coastal area and is only 22 years old this year.

Of course, although he is not old, his experience is quite tortuous.

His hometown is from Shantou. His parents divorced since childhood and grew up with his grandmother. After his grandmother passed away at the age of 16, he went out to work with his peers in the village.

Four years ago, a fellow villager in Cheng Jialuo who was a "water guru" brought him to join him and came from Xiangjiang to Shenzhen City.

During this period, several downstream bosses were replaced one after another. In the end, Cheng Jialuo became a gangster of the Vietnamese gang, and no longer cared for digital products with "small profits but quick turnover", but instead sold humans.

Cheng Jialuo is not a fool. He knows that this is a business that doesn't have to bend his trousers. If he catches it, he might have to be beheaded. Of course, he tried his best to resist.

Unfortunately, it was useless. The Vietnamese gangs killed people without blinking. Cheng Jialuo was forced to submit.

After half a year of danger, he was successfully promoted from the most risky "water maker" to a small leader, responsible for supervising and controlling the new horsemen.

Originally, Cheng Jialuo thought life would continue like this until he was arrested by the police.

Unfortunately, a month ago, a batch of goods from the Vietnamese Gang were caught by the police. People in the Vietnamese Gang suspected that there was an insider and searched Cheng Jialuo.

The Vietnamese gangs have always been ruthless in their work, let alone such a thing, and they would rather kill the wrong one than let go.

Send someone to arrest him immediately.

Fortunately, Cheng Jialuo got the news and ran away first.

This is also the reason why Cheng Jialuo said he was dead if he was caught.

Of course, this is not the main reason why Guan Qiu brought him back.

Guan Qiu put down the teacup and gently tapped the precious golden nanmu handrail with his left index finger, "How did you know me?"

The little yellow-haired man who had just sat down immediately stood up and said respectfully: "There is a photo of you on the external website. I have searched it specifically after that."

Guan Qiu nodded and said, "Tell me what you know in detail."

The little yellow-haired man bowed his back slightly and stood there and continued, "It was about mid-September last year. I don't remember what time it was. At that time, a big leader in the Vietnamese gang invited me to drink. This was what he told me."

Speaking of this, the little yellow-haired man secretly glanced at Guan Qiu's face and said, "He said, the previous family asked Mr. Guan to take your life, but because he was in the mainland, and considering that Mr. Guan, you have a huge influence in the local area, no one dared to take this order."

What the little yellow-haired man talked about was attacked in a bar last year. Afterwards, Guan Qiu used a huge amount of manpower and material resources to investigate the murderer behind the scenes, but unfortunately he had no idea.

Unexpectedly, he actually knew the clue.

"Apart from these, are there any more?"

“That’s all I know.”

Guan Qiu asked: "I heard that the Vietnam Gang has a partner in the Pearl River Delta region. What is the name of Brother Hai, right?"

Xiao Huangmao nodded and said, "Yes! Everyone in the Tao calls him the Fourth Master."

Guan Qiu took a sip of the teacup on the mahogany tea table and said carelessly: "Fourth Master? What does it look like?"

"I haven't seen me before. I heard that there was a scar between his eyebrows, which dragged to the bridge of his nose."

"Oh?" Guan Qiu looked up at the little yellow-haired man, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, but then quickly disappeared, but he couldn't help but want to laugh in his heart.

It's really a narrow road for enemies.

If he guessed correctly, this "Fourth Master" is 100% the big owl Zhang Sihai who almost killed him.

Originally, he thought that the two sides would never have any intersection in this life.

But now that I have encountered it, let’s get the rabbits and clean up together.

"Have he always had contact with the Vietnamese gang?"

The little yellow-haired shook his head, "No, before 2005, the Vietnamese gang took goods from Myanmar. The Vietnamese gang contacted him after the collapse of the Myanmar seller. It is said that this person had been working in the Pearl River Delta area before, but later he bought it in the mainland once, almost losing his life. Then he went to the Philippines to remotely control the domestic business."

Guan Qiu nodded, that's right.

"So, is he in the Philippines now?"

"Uh...it should be." The little yellow-haired hesitated for a moment.

Guan Qiu put down the teacup, got up and walked to the little yellow-haired side and patted him on the shoulder, "Well, you're fine!"

Seeing Guan Qiu's satisfied expression on his face, the little yellow-haired man thought of his situation and took advantage of the situation and said, "Mr. Guan, look at me..."

"Sit down first, someone will see you off when you look back." Guan Qiu left the living room.

Yang Bing, who was guarding the corridor, followed him a few steps before asking: "Boss, what should I do with that Cheng Jialuo?"

Guan Qiu casually said: "Send the police station."

If he believes everything about such a gang member, he will be a fool.

Why are you forced to do something? Maybe you're willing to accept it?

Now it is just a temporary measure at the end of your life.

The most important thing is that he has no sympathy for the D dealer, and he will be beaten to death with one stick.

Yang Bing responded, took Guan Qiu to the stairs, and called two people to go to the reception room together.

Soon the three of them took the little yellow-haired man away from the mountain and turned to the darkness and turned to the light...
Chapter completed!