Johnson's face was gray and his body was shaking slightly uncontrollably.

He was really scared by Zhou Wenqiang.

"Let me be released from my disciples under Wing Chun."

"Otherwise, what happened in Zhiren Primary School will be on the headlines of tomorrow's newspapers! I mean all the top ten newspapers in Hong Kong Island! As for how many days it will be published, it depends on my mood."

"Supervisor is a bird? I heard that the number one brother will leave office and return to his British ancestral land in two or three years at most. He is currently preparing for the future. He must be very short of money now. I wonder if a small police officer like you is worth 50,000 pounds? I, Zhou Wenqiang, haven't taken this little money seriously..."

Zhou Wenqiang looked at Johnson with a smile: "Now, you can make a choice?"

Johnson really wants to scold his mother.

He was transferred to Hong Kong Island two months ago as the son of a coachman. He was a real poor foreigner who was able to get to this day step by step. His experience is comparable to an inspirational drama.

This time, I was greedy and collected two gold bars from Ferlanchi to favor Ferlanchi, but I didn't know that I had offended Zhou Wenqiang!

"These cunning Chinese people!"

Johnson suddenly remembered Lin Gang, Fei Bo's strange gaze when he waited for police officer Hua to see him, and immediately understood everything.

God... He didn't understand the relationship between Zhou Wenqiang and Wing Chun when he first came to Hong Kong Island.

Otherwise, he would not offend this "devil"! Even if he only came to Hong Kong for only two months, his ears were filled with Zhou Wenqiang's name. This strange Chinese made him unable to understand. He was obviously a big boss worth tens of millions, but he wanted to be a small sand exhibition? Moreover, this small sand exhibition bought a mansion on the top of Taiping Mountain not long ago and became a neighbor with the Governor of Hong Kong...

"Dear Zhou, we must have had a misunderstanding! Oh, God, I don't know that those who are you... You can take them away without conditions! Also, please believe in my sincerity, I am willing to be your friend..."

Johnson had no doubt that Zhou Wenqiang could easily get rid of him as a police superintendent. Born in a vicious capitalist country, he believed that money was omnipotent.

In front of Zhou Wenqiang, a big capitalist, he immediately became a good baby.

"Um......"

Zhou Wenqiang nodded with satisfaction: "Don't tell me that you have nothing to do with Ferranci. Look at you, why are you so nervous? I'm not interested in knowing how much benefits you have received from Ferranci. I just want to know why Ferranci, a guy who works on underground black boxing, suddenly became interested in a civilian elementary school?"

"Why, I don't want to say it? Then we can't be friends. It's not my Zhou Wenqiang's friend, it's my enemy. I've never been kind to the enemy."

"no     no! My dear Zhou, I really don't know anything! I just collected two gold bars from Ferlanchi, only knowing that he wanted Zhiren Primary School, and I don't know anything else..."

Johnson's nervous voice was trembling: "Please believe me, I...I am just the son of a coachman. After becoming the superintendent of Hong Kong Island, the whole family is proud of me. I have paid a lot for it... Please, my friends, please forgive me in the face of God. I can hand over those two gold bars, Zhou, and I can give it to you now!"

Zhou Wenqiang narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "Your Chinese is very good, why?"

Johnson hurriedly said, "I...my grandmother is a Chinese, and she taught me Chinese."

"Well, for your grandmother's sake, I choose to trust you."

Zhou Wenqiang nodded: "Save your two gold bars, we are already friends, aren't we?"

"Yes! We are our best friends!"

Johnson was overjoyed. Zhou was really a little angel. He was tolerant and kind to others.

"Tell you a very important thing. My friends usually listen to me very much. According to your ghosts, I am willing to send them the gospel, and they listen patiently and obey unconditionally. So what about you?"

"Zhou, I will listen to you in the future!"

People from the bottom class are generally very smart, and naturally Johnson is the same.

He once heard from his fellow ghosts that the young Sha Zhan in front of him was not only very rich, but also a real killer. Many of the bosses who even the British couldn't handle were broken into the hands of Zhou Sha Zhan.

If Zhou Shazhan’s Chinese nickname is changed to a British name, it should be called “Death God”!

"good."

Zhou Wenqiang smiled and patted the back of Johnson's hand, stood up and left the office.

Looking at Zhou Wenqiang's back, Johnson quietly wiped away the sweat from his forehead.

That damn Ferranchi almost killed me. What a bastard who deserves to go to hell!

......

After handing over Huang Liang and several other Wing Chun disciples to Ip Man, Zhou Wenqiang rejected Ip Man's journey, saying that he would go to Ferranchi to completely solve the school's problems so that he and Zhang Yongnian would not have to worry.

Ip Man was not a troublemaker, and he knew his junior brother's energy, so he stopped insisting.

Tsim Sha Tsui is the land of the British Union.

Zhou Wenqiang casually found a nightclub covered by Jiaying Lian and went in to reveal his identity. Not long after, the two shining boys under the Ghost Foot Yang, the Ying-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-

The boss Ying Huaqiang looked at Zhou Wenqiang unexpectedly, and respectfully clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Zhou, did the Yinglian do something wrong and offend you?"

If Zhou Wenqiang, who angrily killed the senior executives of He Le'an in Jiulong City that night, made their brothers feel a great threat and even a little fear, Zhou Wenqiang is now the existence that their brothers look up to.

He is already a big shot who is about to leave the level of the rivers and lakes! Zhou Wenqiang is no longer a completely gangster. The light of the police and the new king of the city walls is covered up by his commercial achievements. He is already a tycoon who has recently risen in Hong Kong and Kowloon.

"Haha, the two British brothers misunderstood. It's not that the British Union offended me. I came this time to ask the British Union to help me do something..."

Zhou Wenqiang's face suddenly turned cold: "There is a man named Ma Jingsheng who seems to be making a living in Tsim Sha Tsui. Have you heard of his name?"

"Ma Jingsheng?"

Yinghuaqiang's face changed: "He is not from the Yinglian, nor does he belong to the Hongmen. However, he is a friend of Cao Shijie of the Changle Gang, so he is under the Changle Gang and takes a group of random boys to do business with expensive gold and underground black boxing. Did he offend Mr. Zhou?"

"Well, he offended my senior brother Ip Man, which made me very unhappy."

Zhou Wenqiang nodded: "So please help me find him and bring him to see me. If I offend my senior brother, he seems to be punished, so please ask you to kill one of his right arm for me."

The Ying brothers were overjoyed when they heard this: "Mr. Zhou, please sit down, and we will leave this matter to us!"

A small character like Ma Jingsheng is not worthy of Mr. Zhou’s personal actions. Mr. Zhou handed over the matter to the British League, which recognized the British League’s control in Tsim Sha Tsui, and even gave it to the British League a favor.

If you know about this at the restaurant, you will definitely praise your brotherhood for doing things, because Zhou Wenqiang's favor is very valuable.

"Hehe, thank you, I'll say hello to Mr. Yang on my behalf."

Zhou Wenqiang smiled slightly. He would not be so stupid that he owed a favor to the British League for nothing. He did this for future planning.
Chapter completed!