Chapter 345 Hong Tai’s new leader! (please order all)

In a warehouse in Sha Tin, New Territories, she was holding the big brother's Sang Bo. She was confused when she heard the busy voice coming from the phone. She turned her head to the stool, who had been beaten and had a bruised face, and had a hand cut, and asked:

"Are you my dad's biological child? Why did I say that I cut off one hand and he gave me the aura to cut another leg?"

Seeing the nervous look of Sang Bo's face shaking, the prince was almost scared to pee, and his pale face was covered with a hint of redness due to excessive blood loss:

"Call it again, and then call it again. My dad must have thought you were lying to him."

He said and cried: "Please Sangbo, you can call another one, don't say ten million. My dad should know that I am really in your hands, and he will give you 30 million!"

"Thirty million?"

Sang Bo blinked with only one eye left: "Okay, I will give you another chance, only 30 million, you will tell your dad in person!"

After saying that, I picked up my brother and pressed the replay button.

In the villa in the Mid-mountain, Uncle Mei had been beaten into two black eyes, and he was crying in a low voice. At this moment, the landline on the table rang again.

Hua Shier glanced at the caller ID, and it was still the same number. He smiled and looked at Uncle Mei, who begged:

"Axiang, I'm just one son. You ask me to rescue him. You can do whatever you want. If you want to be a leader, I'll give you this seat. I'm just one son. You're so sorry for me, the old man, don't make trouble!"

Uncle Mei's performance was in place, and he looked like an old man who had no ambitions and wanted to quit the world. But Hua Shier knew that this guy was definitely not a good guy, so he nodded with a smile:

"Okay, after all, you are the leader of the club, so I will give you this face!"

He said as he reached into his suit pocket, took out a recorder from it, pressed the recording button, and then turned on the handset of the station. The voice of Sangbo on the opposite side came immediately:

"Old eyes, you don't believe what I said, right? Then I'll let the prince tell you personally, but this time I don't want ten million, I want thirty million."

After saying this, Sangbo's voice became farther away and shouted:

"You can tell your dad quickly. If you don't give you money, I'll cut you down now!"

Immediately afterwards, the prince's collapsed sounded:

"Dad, Sangbo asked you to send 30 million Hong Kong dollars to the old wharf of Warehouse at 10 o'clock, otherwise you will collect my body and save me, Dad."

Uncle Mei shouted to the phone: "Sangbo, I will give it to 30 million. Don't hurt my son."

Doodu.

Before he could finish speaking, Sang Bo had already hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Sang Bo shook his head: "Hey, why do you feel that the sound is wrong?"

He turned to the prince: "Is it really your father who just spoke?"

The prince nodded: "Yes, how dare I lie to you now?"

"Do you still want to lie to me?"

Sang Bo kicked the prince and his chair with him with one step.

Prince: "." This is such a crazy man.

On the side of the villa in Banshan, Hua Shier pointed his pistol at Uncle Mei's head and said with a smile:

"Uncle Mei, you just said you could let me be the leader, right?"

A trace of cruelty flashed in Uncle Mei's eyes, but his face was still harmless and a little helpless expression said:

"Yes, Axiang will talk about our affairs later. If you ask me to rescue the prince first, I will hold a club meeting to help you get to power. What do you think!"

Hua Shier bargained with a smile:

"Or why not do this, and don't bother you, Uncle Mei, to do it yourself. I will help you rescue the prince and chop down Sang Bo by the way. I will sit in Hongtai's leader in the future!"

Uncle Mei turned his head to look at Uncle Fat. The latter was a white paper fan and the military advisor of the club. He would habitually seek the other party's opinions if he had any ideas.

Uncle Fat is also sad. What's the use of no matter how many plans he has? Now a scholar meets a soldier. He has a gun in his hand. Brother, can you still say the word "no" in this matter?

However, Uncle Fat was relieved, because the plan proposed by Hua Shier was beneficial to them. As long as you save your life and hold a club meeting, Wei Jixiang will live or die, isn’t it just a word from Uncle Mei?

So the fat uncle nodded immediately and said yes.

Uncle Mei slapped the table and said to Hua Shier: "Okay, let's make up for it!"

Hua Shier smiled even better when he heard this. He pretended to reach out to his pocket again, then took out his real-world mobile phone from the storage space and said to Uncle Mei:

"This is the latest foreign product. You can record videos. Let's talk nonsense. Record your words just now. If you regret it, I can use evidence to speak!"

Although Uncle Mei and Uncle Fat were both surprised by the new product that Hua Shier said that could be recorded, they were sneering at the statement that he had left evidence. The dragon head was in power, and it was not said what it was. Besides, the two black-eyed greens you cast for Uncle Mei could not explain.

Uncle Mei immediately said, "Okay, just do as Axiang, it's past eight o'clock now, let's record quickly, don't delay saving my son!"

"Don't worry, there is more than an hour left. I'll write a manuscript for you and you can read it as you like!"

Hua Shier immediately wrote a note by hand, stuck it under the camera on the back of the phone, then adjusted the beauty function of the phone's video recording to the maximum, and then turned on the function of strengthening whitening and fading color spots. When he looked at Uncle Mei, he saw that the black-eyed blue on the screen had been successfully covered up, so he smiled and made an OK gesture:

"It's time to start!"

After saying that, pressed the recording key.

Uncle Mei sat upright on the chair, looked at the words on the note under the camera, and said in a deep voice:

"My son, the prince, was kidnapped by Sang Bo. Whoever can rescue the prince and kill Sang Biao will be Hong Tai's next leader!"

After he said that, Hua Shier pressed the stop button, ended the recording of the video, put the phone back in his pocket, and actually put it in the storage space.

Uncle Mei hurriedly said, "You can go and save my son."

Before he finished speaking, Hua Shier grabbed his hair, pressed it down, and smashed his face on the table with a thud. Then he took out the four-pound big brother from his shoulder bag with his other hand, and smashed it to the back of Uncle Mei's brain.

After a sound of touch, Uncle Mei's body stiffened, and his hands, which were pushing the table and trying to struggle, also fell softly.

Hua Shier looked at the big brother in his hand. It was not broken at all, and praised:

“Good quality!”

After saying that, he waved his hand, and Aquan immediately brought the prepared sack and put Uncle Mei in the sack with his two younger brothers.

After doing all this, A Quan brought people to control all the people in the villa, including four bodyguards belonging to the Hongtai club, two Filipino maids, and a sleeping sister-in-law upstairs, and the prince's wife. They were tied up, stuffed in their mouths, and taken to the living room.

Hua Shierchao was blocked and could not speak. The prince's wife, who only showed her terrified eyes, waved her hand and greeted:

"Hello, sister-in-law, I didn't have any French food today!"

The latter's eyes were full of fear and trembling, and his eyes showed a look of fear and pleading.

Hua Shier smiled and turned to the white paper of the club to fan the fat uncle. The fat man sat there motionless, but under his chair, liquid dripped down, but he was so scared that he was incontinent and urinated.

When the fat uncle saw Hua Shier looking at him, his fat face trembled, and he showed a smile that was even worse than crying and said:

"Axiang, I'm old, and I can't live for a few days. I'm going to immigrate to retire abroad in two days. What do you think?"

Seeing that Hua Shier's smile remained unchanged, he quickly added:

"In recent years, I have managed the accounts of Mei Ge for the club. I can hand over all the accounts to you. There are still 50 million on the club's books, and I can hand over them all."

Uncle Fat can see that the person in front of him is still the one who can bully Wei Jixiang. He is obviously a wolf. What he is thinking about now is how to save his life. Apart from that, nothing matters.

Hua Shier walked over and patted him intimately on the shoulder:

"Uncle Fat, since you said that, how can I disagree? Are you an elder? By the way, which country do you want to immigrate to? How about Thailand? You can raise elephants, it's very interesting!"

The fat uncle nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, if you say I want me to raise an elephant, I will raise an elephant!"

Hua Shier smiled and shouted to his younger brother:

"Shensha, wait a while to go to Uncle Fat's house and arrange for his family to go to Thailand overnight. By the way, I will bring the prince's son and sister-in-law with me. When I arrive in Thailand, I will call Uncle Fat to report my safety!"

Shensha nodded and said, "I know Brother Xiang!"

In fact, both of them understood that if you were just a fool in Thailand, they had no way to go. According to Hua Shier's instructions before coming here, they were to control the fat uncle's family and threaten the fat man to cooperate.

At this moment, the little brother outside ran in with a pocket: "Brother Xiang, someone just threw a bag from outside the yard!"

The bag was transparent, and everyone present could see what was inside. It was a hand, obviously the one that Sang Bo had promised before, but he didn't know if he cut the prince's leg.

After being identified by the prince's wife, it was undoubtedly the prince's left hand, because not only did there be a mole exactly like the prince, but also a wedding ring belonging to the prince.

Just when the prince’s wife was crying, Hua Shier Chao Fat Uncle invited:

"Fat Uncle, look how bad my sister-in-law is crying. I'm going to save the prince now. Why don't you go and testify together?"

Uncle Fat was afraid of being pulled out and killed, and was about to refuse, but when he saw the chill in Hua Shier's eyes, he could only nod in a stern manner:

"Okay, okay!"

At ten o'clock in the evening, Hua Shier and Fei uncle sat on Pingzhi, who originally belonged to Mei uncle, and under the protection of two cars in front and behind, they headed to Lao Kowloon Warehouse Wharf.

The Hutchison Wharf was originally a warehouse dock in the early days of the opening of Hong Kong Island. However, with the opening of the Kwai Chung Container Dock, the status of the Hutchison Wharf was replaced, and the dock was demolished and planned to be rebuilt into a Harbour City complex composed of commercial buildings, hotels and shopping malls.

Reconstruction has not yet begun. Hutchison Whampoa is a relatively desolate time. It is rarely visited at night and has become the only choice for many clubs to trade goods and smuggle.

Sang Bo chose to collect money at Lao Kowloon Warehouse Wharf, obviously he planned to run away directly after taking the money.

Three cars parked in the desolate port, and Hua Shier signaled to ask the fat uncle to go down and preside over the redemption transaction.

Uncle Fat cursed in his heart, "What a nonsense person, you can redeem the person if you bring the money, but looking at the pistol in the other party's hand, he still opened the door and got out of the car honestly. Under the guard of A Quan and his brothers, he took out the flashlight and shook it in the distance, and shouted:

"Sang Bo, I am Hong Tai's fat uncle!"
To be continued...