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"The man surnamed Cheng has recovered from his injuries. If there is a ghost, he will leave it to him if he has such a case."

"Even if you tell him your identity, it's useless. The credit will not be as small as you. So, you don't want to participate in this matter, it makes no sense."

"You want to mess with Huang Xiong? Why?"

"Snatch business? You really think you are a lucky family!"

"Are you sure? OK, I will cooperate with the action after you finish it!"

Black Star can't beat you to death, I see if Wuliu Chong can beat you to death!

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The morning sun shone in through the gaps in the curtains and formed a light spot on the ground. Wang Yaozu, who was sleeping, slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the wall clock on the wall. It was half past seven.

It was another day when I was awakened by my beautiful face in the prosperous era!

The arms were pulled out from the shoulders of the two women, feeling the slipperyness of the friction between the arms and the collarbone. Wang Yaozu's mouth was slightly raised, and the taste of exercise for many people was not worthy of being told by outsiders.

The bed of 1.5 meters is indeed a little small, and the three people are lying in a crowded state. Fortunately, most of the time it can be overlapped...

With his arms stretched out, Wang Yaozu sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, and his hands unconsciously kneaded various shapes, emptying his head and thinking about how to kill Huang Xiong last night.

"Aqing, it's my Wang Yaozu."

"Do you a favor and find where to start filming in Wan Chai. I want to find a good makeup artist to use it."

"Okay, I'll wait for your call."

At noon, in Causeway Bay, a group of movie-making people were filming on the streets. Chen Yaoxing and more than 20 horsemen surrounded him.

Suddenly, the court affairs were so scared that their legs and feet were trembling. Without saying a word, they turned their heads and ran towards the crowd. They hurried to a huge man and bowed their heads and said, "Master Hong, there are a bunch of young and dandy guys outside, and it seems they are going to cause trouble."

Master Hong quickly ordered to stop for a while, and he separated the crowd and walked out strode out. He saw Chen Yaoqing, who was surrounded by young and dandy, at a glance. "I don't know which boss was in front of him."

"Hong Xing, Wan Chai Chen Yaoqing, it turns out that Mr. Hong is filming here. I haven't missed any of Mr. Hong's plays."

"Hahaha, Brother Qing is so polite. I wonder what instructions are you asking today?" Hong Jinbao was still very happy on the way, and all the clubs gave some face.

"It's nothing big. I just want to find a good makeup artist to help me. I must have good skills. I also help with things, but it has disturbed Mr. Hong's filming."

"This is easy to say." I breathed a sigh of relief. I just borrowed it to use it for someone. As long as I am not here to make trouble, I just need to find a makeup artist.

Thinking of this, Hong Jinbao ordered someone to recruit a makeup artist, "Safe!"

"Don't worry about this." Chen Yaoqing nodded affirmatively.

So, after lunch, Wang Yaozu met the makeup artist he needed in the hotel.

Many times, it’s not that Wang Yaozu wants to use force, but he is forced to do so. If he goes to find a decent person by himself, he will definitely not be so smooth. I don’t know how long it will take to find a decent person, let alone whether he will make too many tricks or things.

It’s not like now. Chen Yaoqing came here obediently without a penny with more than 20 people, and his attitude was so good.

"The makeup must be real, so that people can't see it, and even if it's a fight, it can't be dropped." After saying his request, Wang Yaozu emphasized specifically.

"Don't worry, we beat hard when filming, and there is no problem with wind and rain." The makeup artist patted his chest and promised.

After being fiddled with by someone for more than two hours, Wang Yaozu felt that his butt was not his own. After everything was done, he looked in the mirror and turned into another person.

(Well, it's too tiring to sit. The author's butt is numb all day long.)

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Central, a disco.

A tall, long-haired man with a beard walked in with big strides, frowned and adapted to the deafening music, and then he pulled open the crowd with his hands and walked inside.

"What are you doing, you're so angry!" A guy who was shaking and staggered and immediately shouted loudly after being pulled away.

The long-haired man turned his head suddenly and stared at the other party with a sharp gaze. A long, narrow scar that slashed most of his face from his eyes made his already somewhat vicious face look even more fierce.

Especially the symmetrical sore spots left after the wounds were sutured, which made the scar as scary as a hideous centipede. Under the flashing light, the man who was still very angry just now screamed and fell to the ground, crawling towards the raw surface with his hands and feet.

The long-haired man snorted coldly and continued to walk forward. I wonder if the scene just now scared the others, and the crowd suddenly separated a straight passage.

Walking past the crowd, the long-haired man carefully identified it, and his eyes fixed on a short, stubborn guy with a face full of flesh.

"You are Huang Xiong!"

Hearing the voice of talking, Huang Xiong raised his head, and the flash light flashed again at this moment. The pale light made Huang Xiong think he was a ghost, and he was so scared that he shivered all over.

"Yes, speak!" The long-haired man seemed a little impatient.

"Who are you? Be kind to the point." A little brother next to him suddenly stood up and raised his hand and pushed the long-haired man.

The long-haired man grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard, and a scream suddenly sounded. Seeing this, people around him stood up and glared at the long-haired man.

"What are you looking at?" The long-haired man raised his head and looked around. His voice was not loud, but his murderous aura was revealed in his bones, coupled with his tall figure and ferocious face, which shocked everyone in an instant.

Huang Xiong stood up and looked up at the tall and fierce man, "I am Huang Xiong, I am the one with a noble surname."

The fierce man pushed away the person next to him and sat on the booth. Then he spoke in Northeastern dialect and said, "Just call me Kuilang. I heard that you have a big troll for sale in this Gada, it's true or false."

"What a troll?" Huang Xiongling was on the spot, but he didn't realize what it was.

"Damn it, it's a gun."

Huang Xiong then realized that the troll should be the dialect of the other side. Then he frowned and couldn't figure out the way the person on the other side. He asked carefully: "Who did this brother Kuilang say?"

"How many things are there? I'll give you money. If you sell goods, you'll be done with a slap. You can do it quickly!"

Huang Xiong scratched his head a little. He had never contacted such a fierce man in front of him. He thought he was rude enough, but compared with this man, he was a nobleman!

This figure, appearance, tone, and style of conduct are very similar to those bandits in the north who once heard people talk about whom they would shoot at the same time.

Could such a person belong to the police?

Thinking of this, Huang Xiong said the goods he could take out.

"Then three, five, six, one, one, Remington 870, six, Beletta 92, how much does it cost in total."

"300,000, 6 five or six magazines, 200 rounds of bullets, 20 shots, and 100 pistol bullets." Huang Xiong said after a little calculation.

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