Private room on the third floor of the teahouse.

As soon as Duan Kun entered the room, the door of the back foot was closed tightly.

Chen Yongren and the younger brother who came in with him intentionally or unintentionally blocked their retreat.

While he was suspicious, he began to look at the environment in the private room.

There was a tea table in the room, and a pot of Pu'er tea was cooked in a glass container on the table, and a transparent ashtray next to it. A short man sat on the chair next to the table, looking smiling, as if there was something very happy hidden in his heart and wanted to tell others.

The short man looks very familiar, and his name is about to come out, but he can't remember it for a while.

Two other little brothers stood beside him, looking at him with a playful look on his face.

"Boss Duan, it's really not easy to invite you to have a cup of tea?" The short man picked up the glass container and filled it with a cup of steaming fragrant tea.

After hearing his voice, Duan Kun suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind and screamed, "Han Chen! You are Han Chen!"

Almost in an instant, he understood everything.

He immediately turned around, but Chen Yongren and the younger brother, who were blocking the door behind him, immediately put their hands on their waists, and the belt was bulging.

He looked out the window where the lights were just on, and there were stainless steel anti-theft steel bars on the window, so it was impossible to break out of the window.

Finally, he turned his gaze to the old dog's face. The latter looked down at his feet with his head down, looking timid.

"Bastard, how dare you betray me!" he said.

"Boss...I...I can't help myself. If I don't call you, they... will kill me. Boss, don't blame me." The old dog said, wiping the corners of his eyes.

"No, why would I blame you?" Duan Kun said in a gentle tone, then suddenly reached out to pick up the glass ashtray on the table and knocked it on his forehead with a bang.

"I won't blame you, I just will kill you." Duan Kun said nervously with his white front bangs.

"ah!"

The old dog covered his forehead and screamed, and red liquid flowed out of his fingers.

Immediately, several hands reached out at the same time and took off the ashtray that was doing evil.

"Very good." Han Chen took a sip of tea, then smacked his lips, put down the tea cup and said, "The time to discuss family affairs is over. Let's talk about our affairs below? Come on, please sit down."

He made an invitation gesture to the chair opposite the tea table.

Duan Kun did not sit down, but asked with a smile, "What's the matter with us? Achen, do you want to leave Changhong and join me?"

Han Chen shook his head like a rattle, and he raised a finger, "Crazy Duan, stop pretending to be crazy and stupid. We are all smart people and are all bosses, so let's just talk straight."

Duan Kun nodded and signaled him to continue.

Han Chen said, "I can't pursue what happened last night. If you want to, I know you have divided it up, and I'm afraid you won't be able to get it back for a while. You just need to give it to me. You know, I'm also helping others. If I can't get the goods back, I, Han Chen, will be dead. Aren even bought the coffin for me. It's almost like choosing a Feng Shui treasure land."

"Hahahahaha." Duan Kun laughed nervously, then said, "I don't know what Achen you mean."

"You know what I mean!" Han Chen said with his eyes narrowed, "Old dog, please advise your elder brother."

"Boss, Brother Chen and the others have agreed not to pursue the matter, and they don't ask us for money. You can return the goods to them." The old dog said, covering his bleeding forehead.

"Shut up!" Duan Kun looked at him, his eyes as if he could swallow life. "We are talking, where can we interject?"

The old dog lowered his head again, looking ashamed.

Duan Kun closed his eyes, then opened his eyes and looked at Han Chen and said, "Let me borrow a gun."

"What are you doing?" Han Chen asked with his hands crossed his chest.

"I'll kill a dog." Duan Kun said, "If you ask me to kill it, I'll take you to the warehouse to get the goods."

The old dog immediately became frightened. He looked at Han Chen with his eyes and his boss.

Han Chen smiled, then gestured to Chen Yongren, "Aren, give Boss Duan a gun."

"Yes." Chen Yongren immediately took out a black star pistol from his waist and turned it into Duan Kun's hand.

After Duan Kun took it, he immediately pointed the gun at the old dog.

"Oh, boss, please spare me. Please spare me! I have no choice but to force me. I have an 80-year-old mother above and a hungry one below..." The old dog kept begging for mercy with his lips trembling, and finally knelt on his feet and kowtowed like pounding garlic. It was a true begging.

Just when the old dog was about to pee, Duan Kun suddenly pointed the gun at Han Chen.

Immediately, three guns pointed at Duan Kun at the same time.

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Achen, let me go. Otherwise, I would rather die than drag you to the road together today. Of course, you can also bet whether my bullets are faster or your men's bullets are faster."

"Hahaha..." Han Chen suddenly reached out and clapped, and said with a thumbs up, "People say that the crazy man in Tsim Sha Tsui dares to do anything crazy. I, Han Chen, didn't believe it very much. Now, I am convinced, I am convinced. Please shoot me."

"Haha, compete with me Duan Kun? You are destined to regret it for a lifetime!" Duan Kun pulled the trigger violently.

Who knows-

Crack, a crisp sound of attacking the air.

There are no bullets?!

"Bastard, play tricks on me!" He suddenly smashed the empty gun at Chen Yongren, then kicked over the tea table, which lifted Han Chen with the boiling hot Pu'er tea.

Han Chen quickly leaned back to the ground, shouting, "Catch him alive, don't let him escape!"

The three little brothers in the room rushed towards Duan Kun together.

After Chen Yongren avoided the empty gun that was smashed, he immediately reached out to grab Duan Kun's coat.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly bumped into his head.

Huge force pushed Chen Yongren and collided on the door.

With a thud, like slow motion, countless small patterns suddenly cracked on the door, and then became bigger and bigger, breaking from the center like a spider web. Flashes of wood chips burst out from the cracks, splashing out everywhere, flying all over the sky.

Duan Kun pounced on Chen Yongren and took him to smash the door and rushed to the corridor outside the door.

He got up and ran away, but Chen Yongren grabbed one of his shoes with his big hand.

Duan Kun quickly kicked off the shoe and ran away. Unexpectedly, the coat was still pulled into Chen Yongren's hand and dragged him to slide on the ground for two or three meters away.

Duan Kun quickly took off his coat and ran to the stairs with a golden cicada.
Chapter completed!