Waibi didn't show off now.

With a melancholy thought, he said lightly: "I was thirteen years old that year. I followed my uncle Chen Hu and said you don't know his name, but when he opened a martial arts school in Guangzhou, he was nicknamed the Thunder Hand."

In July 1943, three Japanese soldiers brutally shot the Chinese when they arrested the Chinese.

Chen Hu, who practices martial arts, takes his nephew Chen Daoliang, and has nowhere to escape, so it is better to rise up.

On that day, Chen Hu seriously injured three Japanese soldiers and asked his nephew to kill them with his own hands, and took off his eaves and hid in Kowloon.

By November 1944, the Japanese army had performed the final madness. Chen Hu, who had become a figure, encountered misfortune when transporting medicines, and the industrial forces behind him were divided up.

Chen Daoliang, who was dissatisfied, was secretly beaten to pieces and warned him.

From then on, he hid in Sha Tin and was called Waibi. In the blink of an eye, the wicked people who robbed his uncle's property fought each other and were attacked by the Wakanda police station. They were already dead and disabled.

The only memory carrier for Waibi about the past is Kowloon City.

As a result, Han Huaiyi even demolished the place.

Fortunately, there were three Japanese epaulettes hidden in Weibi. Every Qingming Festival, he would dig out these things from the ground and put in incense sticks to his uncle for sacrifice. He had only this one.

Until this year, he met Han Fengwu to save Zhou Shufen.

Then he was beaten by Wan Molin, dug out the Vietnamese, and then found a fake military uniform.

He thought he could say that because the famous Han Master would definitely look down on him more than he would laugh at him for bragging like those people in the past!

Ten minutes later, Zhou Fucai drove Waibi back home in person.

He witnessed him digging a box from the corner of the broken house, which contained a blood-stained dagger and three Japanese epaulettes.

"Uncle, Master Han will definitely praise you." Waibi said with tears in his eyes.

Zhou Fucai couldn't help asking: "How dare you hide these before?"

"If I don't even keep these, who will remember the reputation of Ben Leiser in the future? My uncle is from the Hongmen, but he left too early and I'm too young, but Mr. Han will definitely find it!"

"I went over and saw you wrongly, Ah Wai, I'm sorry."

"It's nothing, I look down on myself either. But what can I do? If I have money and power, I will be a good person, but I have no magical power. I have to stew the meat until I can swallow it! After leaving, Brother Cai, you looked down on me in the past, but I have never bullied me! You are a good person, and we have time to drink in the future."

Zhou Fucai focuses on the key points.

When they returned to the hospital, Han Huaiyi arrived here after waiting for another half an hour.

Yang Hongzhong, who looked dead, also followed.

No one looked at him, but he didn't dare to run away.

After Han Huaiyi had just finished communicating with everyone, in a conference room vacated from a hospital, he took the things handed over by Waibi, asked the whole story, and sighed: "I don't know your uncle's name, because I was not here at that time, but someone must have known it."

"It's a shame."

Han Huaiyi said again.

Then he said to Waibi: "You have made contributions today, and Wan Molin asked you before, don't resent him, because he is also doing things."

"Ah Wai dare not."

"Wan Molin is not a disciple yet. So, I will arrange for someone to inquire about your uncle first. If you have inheritance in Hongmen and go to Hongmen, if the inheritance is cut off, what about you and Wanmolin?"

"Master Han, I'll just follow Butler Wan."

"oh?"

"My uncle's brothers have long since disbanded, and it's not worth following."

"Tell me the specific names of the people before and after. Even if I ask Wan Molin to accept you, I have to make it clear to the 44666 and Hongmen that they don't want you."

"Yes. Thank you Mr. Han." Waibi understood that Han Huaiyi was trying to vent his anger for his uncle.

Of course he wouldn't be pretentious and polite.

He can ignore it, but it doesn’t mean he forgets. Now he has the chance, why don’t he care?

Then Han Huaiyi did not let him go, but called Wan Molin to explain in person.

Waibi is very smart and kowtows directly: "Master."

Wan Molin laughed and scolded: "Master Han is afraid that you, a rebellious guy, will come out to take revenge on me."

I am busy with my frustration, how can I get it?

Han Huaiyi laughed and asked him to get up, and asked Zhou Fucai again: "How many years are the maximum sentence for those who pretend to be military uniforms?"

"When they returned to Mr. Han, they carried guns and tried to silence them, especially pretending to be public officials to provoke social order, so they have at least ten years."

"Let them die in Stanley."

"yes."

"You did a good job, but you are a public official, so I can't promote you randomly. In short, I will tell your boss."

"Thank you, Mr. Han."

"Ah Wai, what do you think the guy will do about the Jockey Club?" Han Huaiyi asked again.

Yang Hongzhong is a powerful figure, and his past is beyond reach than looking up.

Maybe Yang Hongzhong made money in his life in half a day.

But now, Yang Hongzhong's life is equal to the fact that he is in the hands of the wicked.

The ups and downs of a person's life fate make Zhou Fucai sigh.

Waibi was very calm. After this guy had a platform, his pattern and cleverness that had been buried for many years emerged.

He first asked Han Huaiyi: "Dare you ask Mr. Han, what is his purpose in doing this?"

"What do you think?"

"Awai didn't know that so he couldn't guess randomly, but it was nothing more than interests. Just check what he was going to do recently. Besides, he thought it was impossible to frame Mr. Han. He had no idea if he didn't have this ability. From his way to Master Yuesheng today, he thought he was using methods to make friends with Master Han, or to pull Master Han into the water to deal with someone."

"Oh? Isn't it good to get rid of these shameless behaviors in front of him?"

"This may be because he has a brain disease or is he thinking too much?" Waibi had no choice.

Han Huaiyi was happy.

Yang Hongzhong is really such a person.

He has a lot of heart and a deep mind.

I feel that it will make people doubt that I have nothing to do.

At the same time, he was also a kind of self-confidence, believing that showing his own methods would make him think that he was not easy to mess with, so that he could have some confidence when talking to the Han family next time.

Damn it, on the one hand, the country and the world are the strength of the UK, and on the other hand, the local snake level is still relying on the British.

Wouldn't you be honest and honest?

Just playing with scheming and making a fuss. Besides, if you change gunpowder in props, it means you are amazing?

People like Yang Hongzhong.

Relatively, long-lived people.

I especially like to control and control the scenes and people's hearts.

He thought that he had thoroughly analyzed the Han family, and he could give gifts by blowing up and giving gifts. Everyone could be hahaha.

But Han Huaiyi's most disgusted with is this kind of thing.

First cause trouble, then apologize, and there is no word sincerity in a series of actions.

Can he want a partner who is in charge of being a calculating? What's more, this kind of thing is simply to treat everyone as a fool.

Maybe how would he laugh at this place when he toasts.

So, after hearing Waibi's words, Han Huaiyi threw away the old dagger and said, "Go and pull that guy in, pick your hands!"
Chapter completed!