Uncle Ten put his son on the ground, protected him behind him, and faced the oncoming Ghost King mask. For the first time, he lost his look of fear in his eyes.

"Don't be nervous," said the Ghost King's Mask, spreading the thing in his black gloves in his palm. "I promised to send Zhizai Godzilla, and I will never go back on my word. I hate people who lie. Similarly, I will definitely do what I promised others. Zhizai, give it to you."

"Thank you, Uncle Ghost King." Zhizai took the Godzilla, and was so happy.

He suddenly raised his head and said in a slight voice: "Uncle Ghost King, will you come to play with me in the future? My father is usually very busy, and Aunt Fu is always with me. Aunt Fu doesn't know anything, and he is very bored."

"This Ghost King Uncle can't agree to you because his uncle is even busier than your father. Boys must know how to be independent and learn to take care of themselves. Just like Futuman, one person can hit many little monsters." Ghost King Mask bent down and touched Zhizai's little head, then looked up at Uncle Ten: "Your son is very good, don't let him go your way."

Uncle Ten's silent head. He thought that the other party would definitely be an unforgivable person without blinking his eyes, but he didn't expect that it was not what he thought.

When I raised my head again, the Ghost King mask was gone.

"Dad, Uncle Ghost King is gone." Zhizai said, shaking his thighs.

"Well," Uncle Ten nodded, then squatted down, held his son's little face with both hands, and reminded: "Don't mention the matter of Uncle Ghost King to others. No one can do it. Do you understand?"

"I understand that the story of Aotuman and the little monster belongs only to me and Uncle Ghost King..." Zhizai hugged Godzilla with a nostalgic expression.

...

In Tsim Sha Tsui under the night, neon lights shine, and darkness is the best camouflage color of sin.

Tsingapore, a club under Changqing Group, the third floor, and an open-air swimming pool platform.

"Ajie, do you think of uncle again?" He Changqing, who was wearing a 28-year-old body, hugged Zhou Yingjie, who was half lying on the sun lounger from behind, placed his hands on his girlfriend's flat belly, and gently stroked her fingers.

Zhou Yingjie grabbed the back of his boyfriend's hand, rubbed it gently, and said nothing.

"Don't worry, as long as the murderer who killed your father is still alive, I, He Changqing, will definitely scrape him out in my lifetime, no matter the ends of the world." He Changqing narrowed his eyes and said. Ajie was his beloved woman in his life. Her enemy was his enemy. No matter how much the price he paid, he would find the murderer who killed his uncle, dig his heart and cut off his liver, and crush his bones and ashes.

When he heard his boyfriend say this, and recalling his meticulous care for him over the years, Zhou Yingjie felt warm in his heart. It would be enough to have such a man who loves him in this life.

She stretched out her lotus root-like arm, gently stroked her boyfriend's cheek with her soft tucked upwards, raised her head and opened her red lips and said, "It's been so many years, maybe the murderer is old... Changqing, there is no need to force yourself for me, what you lose will be lost forever."

"You are right," He Changqing agreed with his girlfriend's words very much. This sentence reminded him of many things in his childhood.

He shook his hair, and the 28-kit hairstyle matched his big and small forehead, which was very handsome. He said: "I grew up in the war in Cambodia and lost too much. Therefore, I cherish the things I currently have more. They are as important as my life. I will never let go of what I get. If someone dares to take them away, it is taking my life."

At this time, Uncle Jian, wearing a white suit, walked along the swimming edge to He Changqing.

Uncle Jian is a veteran of the company, just like Uncle Shi, and he is the right-hand man of He Changqing. The difference is that Uncle Jian is mainly responsible for He Changqing's personal security and dealing with other darker problems, but he is not very involved in the company's operations.

"Mr. He, the person who came to our place to make trouble has been found out. It was Hong Ying's bad guys." Uncle Jian said, standing straight, and no one except He Changqing knew that Uncle Jian was actually a real soldier.

"Tomorrow, take a few melons to their Hong Ying's biggest nightclub and blow it up." He Changqing said casually, as if he was talking about something trivial, his big hand let go of his girlfriend's tenderness and ended his more believable posture.

Uncle Jian nodded and said, "Also, we suspect that the fish head soup that was shipped for us may be the police undercover... Mr. He, look..."

"Have you found out the identity of the undercover agent?" He Changqing asked.

"Not yet, just suspicion..." Uncle Jian said with his head down.

"Then there is no need to check it," He Changqing waved his hand, "I caught him and threw him to Shatoujiao to feed the fish. Remember to tie a few more stones."

"Yes!" Uncle Jian nodded to show his understanding, but he did not leave immediately, as if he had something to say.

He Changqing: "Is there anything else you have?"

Uncle Jian lowered his voice and said, "Mr. He, Wang San has been caught by us."

He Changqing: "Bring him here."

Soon, a young man with a bruised nose and a swollen face was caught by several subordinates in front of He Changqing.

"Boss, give me a way out, give me a way out?" The young man broke free from the clamps of his two subordinates, knelt at the pool, and walked to He Changqing's feet.

"I'm really helpless! My mother needs surgery in urgent need of surgery. I really didn't use the 500,000 Hong Kong dollars for him! Although I, Wang San, am sorry for the company and shouldn't have done it without authorization, I really didn't mean it... Boss, I beg you to let me go this time. My child is only two years old."

Wang San was in pain and almost robbed the ground with his head, which was truly a true begging.

He Changqing raised his thighs and looked down at Wang San kneeling at his feet, and said expressionlessly: "Wang San, you have been in the company for many years. You should know my character and rules. What I get will never let go of easily. Changqing Group was founded by me. Every cent and every Hong Kong dollar of the group belong to me, and it is my things. They are my life. If you take my things, it is like taking my life. You can only compensate me with your own life."

He Changqing winked at Uncle Jian, who immediately took out an m1911 pistol from his arms and handed it to He Changqing.

After He Changqing took the pistol, he threw it in front of Wang San, and then said, "If you shoot yourself in the chest, you will compensate me, after one shot, I will not pursue it."

"ah?!"

Wang San's face turned pale in an instant, and cold sweat flowed down involuntarily. There were many organs on the person's chest. No matter where he was injured, the chance of survival was really slim. Even if he was lucky enough to die, he might suffer from lifelong disability and completely lose his labor force. How could he support his elderly mother and a two-year-old child?

This is completely forcing people to the dead end?!

Wang San had known for a long time that He Changqing's cruelty was famous. As long as he made a mistake, he rarely had the chance to survive.

When Wang San didn't see He Changqing, he still hoped to ask He Changqing to have a good time by begging for a grandson. Unexpectedly, He Changqing's way of dealing with him made Wang San's only lucky mentality disappear.

Wang San picked up the pistol on the ground and thought to himself: If you don’t give me a way out, I won’t let you live a better life. At worst, you will die together!
Chapter completed!