Samar Island, Mid-mountain villa.

In the living room.

A handsome man with a hooked nose was arguing with the somewhat embarrassed Sangrong, who looked a little embarrassed. "Sangrong, can you be more brainy? You know that Cia's "snake" still traded with them without authorization. He lost so many people and lost more than 10 million in goods. I think you will explain to your uncle later?!"

"Wang Biao!" Sanrong was furious, lifted his nostrils, waved his hands and shouted, "You are so embarrassed to blame me? You obviously had a jealousy of money and agreed to their transaction without understanding the details of the other party. I just executed it on my behalf. You also put the shit basin on my head. If I hadn't been clever, I would have been caught by Lei Zi at that time."

"Haha." Wang Biao smiled disdainfully, "It is normal for elm wood like you to be caught by Lei Zi. It is abnormal if you are not caught..."

"What did you say?!" Sang Rong roared, his saliva almost splashing on the face of the hook's nose.

"What did I say?" Wang Biao shook the collar of the suit. "Do you think you are the uncle's godson and you can make a mistake and not accept punishment? You can shirke the responsibility and do whatever you want."

"I'm doing it randomly?" Sanrong pointed at his hooked nose. "If you hadn't relied on your adoptive father's nephew, would he believe you? Do you dare to make a fuss with me? You're going to eat shit!"

"You?!" Wang Biao was furious and was about to go wild, giving this "primitive man" whose evolution was not completely colored.

"What are you doing?! Why are you making a noise?!" A majestic voice came in from the door, "What do you think of a dog biting a dog?"

"uncle."

"Entertainment Father."

Wang Biao and Sang Rong immediately lowered their heads and retreated aside.

Daughter Susanna took Wang Shan's arm and walked in from the door.

Wang Shan patted his daughter's back and said softly: "You go over there and chat first, A Biao and A Rong, I will say a few words."

"Okay, dad." Susanna kissed her father on the cheek and walked aside with Peter to negotiate the wedding.

"Sit down." Wang Shan took off his coat and handed it to his confidant, and gestured to the sofa.

Wang Biao and Sang Rong glared at each other, and each picked a sofa and sat down.

Wang Shan's thighs were naturally raised together, and first looked at Sanrong: "Arong, your adoptive father knew that you had a grudge in your heart and felt that I didn't trust you. But think about it, if I don't trust you, I will hand over all the Kali, the casino, and the nightclub to you?"

"But..." What else did Sanrong want to say?

Wang Shan waved his hand, "I have given full power to A Biao in the counterfeit money. You should not interfere in the future. In addition, you must get started with the white powder quickly."

Shanrong nodded, "I understand, adoptive father."

When Wang Biao heard that his uncle agreed to hand over all the counterfeit banknote business to him, he smiled proudly and secretly challenged the "primitive man".

I just pretend that I didn’t see the glory.

"A Biao," Wang Shan turned his gaze to his nephew again.

Wang Biao immediately became serious and pretended to be sitting upright.

Wang Shan said: "This transaction failed. No matter what aspect, you have to bear the main responsibility, and you can't shirk this."

Wang Biao nodded unwillingly, and when he saw Sanrong secretly laughing at him, his heart was even more angry.

Wang Shan asked: "Abiao, this transaction failed so much. What do you think is your own opinion? Do you think something is wrong?"

Wang Biao thought to himself: "I don't know where something went wrong? Cia will pretend to be a buyer and fool me. I am not a god, so how can I predict what they will do? If I really know, I can be Sherlock Holmes."

He could only argue randomly: "Uncle, I think it should be some of our opponents. It is very likely that Ri Zheng helped those people deliberately sabotage and disclosed our information to Cia, which caused us to suffer such a big loss."

He patted his chest and sweared, "Uncle, don't worry, if I catch those people from the Rizheng Gang who are making trouble, I will definitely kill them all."

Wang Shan nodded with satisfaction, turned to look at his adopted son, and handed him a stack of red invitations: "Arong, I have the opportunity to send the invitation for me. Susanna's wedding is approaching, so you have to hurry up on this matter."

"I understand, adoptive father." Sangrong took the invitation and left with his head held high.

Wang Biao felt even more resentful and thought to himself, "No matter how I say it is, I am a member of the Wang family. What a fuck, Wang Shan, the immortal, turned his elbow outward, protecting this wild dog with no hair deteriorated everywhere. I am your nephew, but I am not even as good as a dog coming in outside. Why should I work for you?"

Of course, Wang Shan didn't know what his nephew was thinking about, and said to him: "Abiao, you can go down and do business too. Remember to be more low-key recently and don't trade counterfeit money for the time being."

"I understand." Wang Biao agreed and then left the living room.

...

After leaving the villa in Mid-mountain, Wang Biao immediately returned home, took out an old-fashioned mobile phone that only retained the call function from the secret compartment, called out the only phone number in the address book and dialed it.

"Hey, Mr. Tanaka? I need you to help me deal with someone. I just need the result. Money is not a problem... Well... that's it..."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Biao's hooked nose flickered under the light, making it look gloomy and terrifying...

...

Hong Kong Island, the third floor of Times Mall.

Ruan Ling, wearing sunglasses and a black windbreaker, came to the temporary storage box area, opened the No. 33 iron box, and took out a file bag with red stripes from it.

She took out her cell phone, "Ashun, I have successfully obtained the 'order'."

She opened the file bag and took a look at the photo inside. The photo shows a middle-aged man with a big back and a Dior suit. He is not angry and arrogant, as if he has been cultivated for a long time.

The back of the photo clearly reads two bold words - Wang Shan.

...

Tokyo.

Hokkaido Hot Spring Hotel.

"Kenichi, where have you been there for so long?" Yoko Miyamoto asked her boyfriend who entered the room.

Ken Nishimura threw a red stripe-printed document bag at his girlfriend's hand, "I'm going to meet Mr. Tanaka. This is the task order this time."

Yoko Miyamoto opened the file bag and took out a photo that was exactly the same as the order Ruan Ling received.

"Wangshan?!" Yoko Miyamoto looked through the name on the back of the photo, "Kenichi, who is this Wangshan?"

Kenichi Nishimura replied: "He is the biggest gangster in Feilubin. He is powerful and the difficulty of the task is much more difficult than the last time. However, I also asked a little bit and found that it will be Wang Shan’s daughter’s wedding in a few days. It is an excellent opportunity to move, and the chance of success is still very high."

"Okay, then I'll take it!" Yoko Miyamoto agreed readily, put away the order, and hung her boyfriend's neck. "Kenichi, you often say that there is no tomorrow for being a killer, so before taking action, let's enjoy today."

Ken Nishimura nodded.
Chapter completed!