He caused the disaster, at least on the surface.

But Sun Xing is not the kind of person who stays to resist the blame. He will pass the blame and run away with ease. Isn’t it his fucking?

As for the arrival of Seoul... of course I came for plastic surgery.

He changed from Gao He many years ago to Sun Xing, who is now in South Korea, and he has an acquaintance here. Before plastic surgery, even if he was in a wheelchair, he would come to the nightclub for fun and relax, and it would be better to anesthetize himself with alcohol.

These are all good choices.

What's wrong with him in a wheelchair? He was injured in both legs, fractured or otherwise, and there was nothing serious about his knee or above.

It's nothing more than that in this moment, Sun Xing was in a wheelchair and dancing with many healthy men and women, which was somewhat prominent and cool.

Until a few young men in suits separated the crowd of dancing, walked to Sun Xing, pushed his wheelchair and left. Sun Xing said in horror, "Wait, what are you doing? Asi, let me go..."

It was when he was here many years ago when he was undergoing plastic surgery and even after surgery. He learned a little bit of Korean, but after a few years, he still barely could communicate.

While cursing, Sun Xing looked at the distance.

When two young men were there trying to come, someone in the black suit suddenly took out a curved sabre and glanced at the left and right.

The crowd of people dancing around and the two young men who wanted to come were instantly silent, and they all disappeared and a wider road spread out.

A moment later, when Sun Xing was screaming and was pushed into a room on the second floor, and could clearly scan the private room in the dance hall on the first floor through one-way glass. An old man in his fifties in his private room had just let go of the two young models in his arms.

He raised a glass of wine and walked over, "Yeah, let me see who this is? Isn't this Sun Xing, who reported Mr. Fu in Yangcheng?"

Speaking of this, the old man looked at a fat young man on one side, "How is my Mandarin speaking? Can he understand?"

The fat man smiled brightly and said with a thumbs up, "President, your Mandarin is ready to take the exam!"

The old man laughed, walked up to Sun Xing and took a sip of wine, then poured the remaining half of the cup against Sun Xing's hair, "Young man, my name is Wu Mingkui, Mr. Fu in Yangcheng, but he has always been my God of Wealth. Did you actually report him on the Chinese Internet?"

"Now, I still meet you on my territory. Should I clean you and give it to Mr. Fu for disposal?"

"Or if Mr. Fu doesn't want to dirty his hands, I'll deal with it for him?"

The sentence on the left is Mr. Fu in Yangcheng, and the sentence on the right is Mr. Fu in Yangcheng.

No matter how stupid Sun Xing was, he knew that the old man who called himself Wu Mingkui was talking about Fu Guosheng in the report video. He spoke with his legs weak, "Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings. It's not me in the report video, it's really not me..."

"I found a fake video that I took when I was cheating on me."

In my heart, Boss Sun wanted to cry. It was too unlucky. He came to Seoul for plastic surgery. He just relaxed a little before the plastic surgery. Why did he meet Fu Guosheng's partner? It was too unlucky.

Wu Mingkui poured most of the glass of wine on Sun Xing's head, and after he was flowing his face and neck, he waved his hand again. A little brother came to hand over the cigar. After he lit it, he took a sip before grabbing the empty cup in his hand and hit Sun Xing's head. The broken glass sputtered open.

"By the way, you don't know any uncle next door who runs a pawn shop, right?"

Sun Xing, “…”

???

What the hell??

Of course he didn't know that Wu Mingkui has always been one of the great drug owls in Seoul, the capital of the southern capital. Five years ago, he also had a pair of brothers Wan Zong and Wan Shi.

When the two brothers were receiving a batch of samples from Fu Guosheng for him, they were accidentally stolen by a nightclub dancer... The nightclub dancer has a daughter, Zheng Xiaomi, and opposite the house is Che Taixi, the uncle who runs a pawnshop.

Originally, the incident was that President Wu was tyrannically ordered the Wan brothers to get the things back as soon as possible.

But after that guy got it back, he turned around and sent someone to the club where he invested in the mainland to negotiate business with mainland investors and gave him the sample poison while calling the police.

Almost killed Wu Mingkui.

He finally escaped the police trial, but was intercepted by the Wan brothers and wanted to dismember him. It was Fu Guosheng's subordinates who saved his life.

After his subordinates experienced such a rebellion, Wu Mingkui was ready to fight back with all his firepower... Then, the Wan brothers were gone and died.

When they snatched back the sample and took the dancer away, dismembered it and sold it. Their daughter Zheng Xiaomi was also sold to the human trafficker group.

It angered the uncle Che Tae-seok who runs a pawn shop next to Zheng Xiaomi, and Che Tae-seok, and destroyed the Wan brothers!!

Cha Tae-seok was also sentenced to five years in prison for killing many people.

In five years, it was because the other party killed all drug lords and organ smuggling groups. Many of them fought back in self-defense and saved many people controlled by the other party's group. In addition, Cha Tae-seok himself was a instructor in the South Korean intelligence system.

By time, Cha Tae-seok should be released from prison.

Things are so magical. It’s not Fu Guosheng’s help. Wu Mingkui should have died in the internal strife of the gang five years ago. The internal strife of the drug lord group was so big that the rebellion was smuggled by a pawnshop uncle and destroyed the group.

Even after many years of this incident, President Wu still has some sequelae.

Seeing that Sun Xing looked confused when he said something, Wu Mingkui smiled and said, "No? That's good."

"If the Wanzong and Wanshi brothers are here, they will dismantle you into more than ten pieces and sell them to multiple cities. I am not that cruel."

"Chenghao, press him to Incheon and put it in a cement bucket and water it tightly. It's sank. Remember to shoot a good video and give Mr. Fu a good view afterwards."

He still spoke Mandarin, and the suit boy called Chenghao was confused and couldn't understand. A fat translator smiled and nodded, "The president asked you to fill him up and go to Incheon."

"Remember to shoot the video, take more details."

Chenghao and the suits suddenly realized, nodded quickly, pulled Sun Xing's wheelchair and left. Boss Sun was anxious and panicked, "Wait, you can't do this, you can't..."

Seeing that all kinds of shouting were useless, the old guy Wu Mingqina danced to the music.

Sun Xingcai said again, "Wait, I have money, I can use the money to redeem my life!"

Wu Mingkui, who had just started dancing, stood up suddenly, waved to Chenghao and others to pull him back, poured a glass of wine and put it into Sun Xing's hand, "Do you have money? Tell me earlier, how much can you pay?"

Sun Xing took a sip of wine and suppressed his shock, "One million yuan is our currency unit."

Ten million yuan is also nearly 1.9 billion South Korean won.

Wu Mingkui took a sip of wine and slapped his mouth a few times, "Xiao Sun, it's not enough."

"Mr. Fu and I have a close relationship, and my love is stronger than gold!"

Fat Translator opened his mouth and wanted to say, President Wu, you used the wrong idiom. It is common for beginners to use the wrong idiom, but at such serious moments, he thinks it is better not to interrupt.

……………………

A residential community in Balihe, Pingling City.

Zhao Xueyan was also asking his uncle Zhao Qingyang how to proficiently buy and trade Bitcoin, but the phone rang.

This time it was still a strange call. He thought about it and signaled Zhao Qingyang to go to the forum first, and then walked to the balcony to answer the phone.

"Brother Zhao, I am Sun Xing, please, I need some money to help you now. Can you lend me 50 million?"

Zhao Xueyan opened his phone and looked at the strange call again. It was from South Korea. It was indeed Sun Xing who heard the sound... But he was in a daze for a moment that he thought it was the substitute created by his artificial intelligence, and he woke up.

No, it is only when artificial intelligence awakens wisdom.

Reporting the stand-in in the weight loss video is just a data stream.

After Zhao Xueyan was speechless, he spoke, "Mr. Sun, do you have any misunderstandings about the relationship between us??Hmm??"

You asked me to borrow 50 million yuan? Are you sure you didn't find the wrong person?

Sun Xing became even more anxious, "Brother Zhao, Master Zhao, if I don't get any money, I may be sunk by the South Korean community. Please, in this way, I have some criminal evidence related to Gao Mingyuan, such as knowing who is in charge of the material that will let Lao Gao die."

"I'll leave it all, Mr. Zhao, please help me!"

Mr. Zhao was still speechless. Is there any evidence of Gao Mingyuan's crime? Stop making trouble. Since I learned that Huang Xi's reporter was from the story of the anti-gangster storm, he has also deduced all the story outlines. Mr. Gao Mingyuan's crime evidence and past deeds have long been the dish of Zhao Xueyan.

"You said those are useless to me. Lao Gao owes me 50 billion. If he gets shot, wouldn't I lose 50 billion?"

"Do you think this is the reason?"

As soon as these words came out, Sun Xing on the opposite side was speechless.

What the other party said makes sense, but he was speechless.

After pausing, Sun Xingcai said hurriedly, "I have special photos and videos of more than 200 girls, as well as the land property rights of the Phoenix Nightclub, 50 million yuan, life-saving money, Mr. Zhao."

Originally, they planned to sell these for 20 million yuan, but they didn't know that they fell into Wu Mingkui's hands. They didn't plan to give him a way out if they were less money.

Zhao Xueyan then said, "One price, three thousand. If you ask for it any more randomly, I will directly ask friends from South Korea to help you."

Ninety percent of the money he robs the rich and helps the poor is used to do charity, and only 10 percent is left to buy Bitcoin. There is no need to describe the charity in detail. When encountering such a thing, more than 200 pieces of evidence or handles.

It’s better to bring it over and notify those targets and then destroy it.

He is familiar with South Korea.

The air in that place is mostly more fragrant and free than that in Hong Kong Island. Zhao Xueyan replaced several major chaebols in the previous plane. In fact, there is not much difference. Just want to cause trouble.

Opposite the phone, Sun Xing struggled for a few more minutes, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, three thousand is three thousand, I want to get the money tomorrow."

Zhao Xueyan smiled brilliantly, "You give me money to the goods, everything is easy to say, and my reputation is still guaranteed!"

……………………

A new day.

Zhao Xueyan met someone at a hotel in Balihe. This is Sun Xing’s younger brother. The other party had two large paper file bags and a hard drive.

When Zhao Xueyan handed over a file bag, he checked it. One of the photos contained in it was printed, each one was clearer than the other, and he was a little embarrassed.

If someone who is unaware comes over and scans the photo by mistake, he will probably think that Zhao is always perverted. After a quick scan, he handed the photo to Xia Jie, "Xiao Xia, you are a lesbian. Please contact us one by one to notify us."

"It just happened to be using the reputation of the police that it said it had swept away Sun Xing's gang and gave them freedom."
To be continued...