bookcurios Chapter 151 Gandhi
Chapter 151 Gandhi
Li Jian thought for a moment and said, "Ni Kun is dead. The only one in the Ni family who can fight is Ni Yongxiao. You don't need to worry about the others. Just focus on fighting Ni Yongxiao. Here's a piece of advice for you: to catch the thief, catch the king first!"
Li Jian had considered recruiting Ni Yongxiao.
But after careful consideration, he gave up, feeling that he might not be able to outsmart Ni Yongxiao.
Ni Yongxiao in Infernal Affairs is practically the pinnacle of intelligence.
Han Chen, Huang Zhicheng, and Liu Jianming were all just background figures to him.
If it weren't for the plot-driven death at the end, Ni Yongxiao could have actually completed the game.
Li Jian felt he couldn't handle a character with such high intelligence.
If you can't have it, destroy it; a protagonist who dies is a good protagonist!
hang up the phone.
Li Jian lay on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, and sighed: "I'm really not suited for high-level games."
. . . . . .
at the same time.
Tsim Sha Tsui is bustling again.
The entire second team of the West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit was mobilized, led by Inspector Wong Chi-shing.
Ni Kun was killed, and today is another day to settle accounts with the Ni family.
A snack shop in Tsim Sha Tsui.
Guohua, Wenzheng, Heigui, and Gandi sat together having hot pot.
Wen Zheng spoke up: "I'm the youngest here, so I'll say what I don't like. Starting this month, I won't be paying Uncle Kun's share. What do you three big shots mean by that?"
Upon hearing this, Blackie, Gandhi, and Guohua stopped eating and looked at each other.
The black man raised his glass and shouted, "Cheers!"
The group toasted each other, and the atmosphere immediately became much more lively.
"It's so lively here, come on, give me a seat!"
After a few rounds of drinks, a short guy popped up, grabbed a stool, and squeezed between Gandhi and Wen Zheng.
The person who arrived was none other than Han Chen, who would later become a major player in the underground flour industry.
Guohua smiled and said to Han Chen, "If you're here for dinner, you're welcome. We can talk about other things after tonight."
Han Chen, ever the familiar type, said, "Eat, eat!"
After a while, the group of men, each with their own ulterior motives, ate together. Then, one of the underlings ran in carrying a mobile phone and whispered a few words in Guohua's ear.
Guohua rolled his eyes: "What else do you need me for?"
However, Guohua still picked up the cell phone and asked, "What's up, Ah-Xiao?"
Ni Yongxiao's voice came through: "Guohua, I know you've been discussing business at the Macau casino recently. I've already reached an agreement with the government. Are you interested in joining in?"
Guohua said calmly, "Uncle Kun is dead, I have no interest in him whatsoever."
Ni Yongxiao said, "That's true. You went to Macau not just to talk business. I know you had a lot of fun with Gandhi's wife."
Guohua on the other end of the phone froze.
His eyes unconsciously drifted toward Gandhi.
Poor Gandhi was unaware that he had been cuckolded and was busy devouring a bowl of green vegetables.
Seeing Guohua looking at him, Gandhi asked, "Why are you looking at me?"
Guohua chuckled awkwardly, picked up a piece of chives with his chopsticks and put it in Gandhi's bowl: "It's okay, eat more chives to nourish your kidneys."
Hang up.
Guohua downed his beer and said, "Sorry, I can't let go of the casinos in Macau. I'll be going now!"
Throw down a sentence.
Guohua got up and left, but he didn't forget to glance at Gandhi before he left.
Seeing Gandhi looking at him, Guohua turned his head away guiltily and quickened his pace.
Blackie stuffed a piece of beef into his mouth and said disdainfully, "No way, he's just leaving like that? This Guohua, he's getting worse with age. He's gotten old and he's lost his guts."
Wen Zheng said, "The score is now four to one, so we don't need to pay."
Gandhi was about to speak when his cell phone rang. He looked at the number and exclaimed, "It's Ni Yongxiao!"
The group immediately shut their mouths.
Gandhi answered the phone: "Mr. Ni, why should I, Hen Guohua, pay the bill? In short, I will not pay the bill."
Ni Yongxiao said, "I have no intention of discussing this with you. You can call Blackie over to listen."
Gandhi handed the cell phone to the black man: "Hey, black man, I have no idea why he would call you from my own territory."
Blackie took the cell phone and said directly, "Ah Xiao, what Gandhi said is the same as what I said. If he doesn't hand it over, I won't hand it over either."
Ni Yongxiao's calm voice came through: "It's nothing. I heard that you've been in close contact with Gandhi lately, and you even transported a batch of powder together, but it was stolen. Each of you lost millions. Fortunately, I retrieved the goods from your warehouse. Do you want me to give them to Gandhi's younger brother?"
The black man bit his lower lip and remained silent.
Gandhi, with a cigar in one hand, sensed something was wrong and asked, "Hey, what's he saying?"
Ni Yongxiao had already hung up the phone.
Blackie put down his cell phone, wiped his mouth, and said, "Sorry, I'll pay the Ni family's debt. I'll be going now."
The black man left in a hurry, but he glanced at Gandhi one last time before he left.
Gandhi was puzzled and said to Wen Zheng, "What are Guohua and that black devil up to? They're acting crazy. They agreed to stand together, but they backed down at the last minute. They're such cowards!"
Wen Zheng, chewing on a bone, said, "Guo Hua and Hei Gui have both paid their dues. With Brother Chen added, it's three to two. I'm the youngest here, so I have to pay. Farewell, gentlemen!"
Wen Zheng got up and left.
Han Chen raised a glass of beer to Gandhi and said, "Don't think too much, cheers!"
With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Gandhi had no interest in drinking.
He picked up the cell phone on the table and dialed a number: "Hey, pay the Ni family's debt for me!"
the other side.
Liang Kun dialed Gandhi's number: "Hey, Gandhi, this is Liang Kun, Liang Kun from Hung Hing! I'm calling you for no other reason than to ask you out for a late-night snack."
ten minutes later.
Liang Kun arrived at the food stall.
At this moment, only Gandhi remained in the food stall.
Liang Kun made a shooting gesture with both hands: "Wow, Gandhi, drinking alone?"
Gandhi gave Liang Kun an annoyed look and said, "Speak your mind, or shut up. Our Triads and your Hung Hing have always kept to ourselves. What brings you here?"
Liang Kun pulled up a chair, sat down, took a swig from the bottle, and said in a sexy, husky voice, "Gandhi, do you know why Guohua and Blackie suddenly betrayed us and handed over the debt to the Ni family?"
Gandhi took a sip, frustrated: "What the hell!"
Liang Kun pointed at Gandhi with his finger and said, "Guo Hua went to Macau and had an affair with your wife, cheating on you. Do you know that?"
"What are you talking about?"
Gandhi was taken aback at first, then his anger flared up: "Guohua is my brother, he could never have slept with my sister-in-law!"
Liang Kun snorted coldly: "Whether what I said is true or not, you can investigate it yourself. Where was your wife when Guo Hua went to Macau?"
Gandhi was startled by what he heard.
His wife said she was getting bored on Hong Kong Island and wanted to go to Ama Port for a few days.
Just then, Ni Kun died, and he was so preoccupied with the matter that he didn't think much about it.
"Hem home shovel!"
Gandhi smashed the beer bottle on the ground, picked up the phone and dialed: "Ah Bing, gather the brothers for me right now, I'm going to kill Guohua!"
Liang Kun drank quietly, without joining in.
To tell the truth.
Gandhi was really unlucky; he treated Guohua like a brother, but Guohua treated him like a fool.
His wife was being played by Guohua, and he was kept in the dark.
After finishing the call, Gandhi sat down angrily.
Liang Kun poured him a glass of wine: "Boss, don't get angry. Getting angry is bad for your health. I haven't even mentioned the black guy yet."
Gandhi couldn't believe it: "Black people were involved too?"