Hong Kong variety show: My Boss, Thirteen Sister

"You still say that even though you know it!"

Wang Bao's expression turned somewhat unpleasant after being retorted by Thirteen Sister, but he quickly returned to normal.

Wang Bao stared at Thirteen Sister, his eyes deep and his lips slightly upturned, as if everything was under his control.

Snapped!Snapped!

Wang Bao clapped his hands gently.

One of his henchmen came out carrying a fine leather suitcase.

The suitcase was placed on the coffee table in front of Thirteen Sister.

click!

Upon opening the suitcase, stacks of cash were found inside.

Thirteen Sister sat up slightly, her brows furrowed, and said coldly, "What do you mean?"

"Two million, consider it making friends!"

Wang Bao leaned back on the sofa again, crossed one leg, pointed to the cash on the coffee table, and spoke calmly.

Thirteen Sister paused for a moment, glanced at the cash on the coffee table, and then looked at Wang Bao.

She understood Wang Bao's meaning perfectly: accepting the two million meant allowing Wang Bao's drugs to enter her territory.

"I'm happy to make friends, but forget about the money!" Thirteen Sister said, politely declining Wang Bao's offer.

Two million is not a small amount, but it's not much for Thirteen Sister right now, and she knows that Jiang Lai hates drugs the most.

"So there's nothing to talk about?" Wang Bao frowned, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, and said coldly.

"There's no room for discussion about drugs!" Thirteen Sister replied without any expression, her tone very firm, completely ignoring Wang Bao's attitude.

Wang Bao stared at Thirteen Sister, his eyes deep and unfathomable, his expression turning cold, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.

The atmosphere inside the venue instantly plummeted to freezing point!

His brows furrowed, and his eyes flashed with anger. He hadn't expected Thirteen Sister to be so disrespectful.

"Do you know that this is Jordan, on my territory?" Wang Baoshuang's eyes were sharp as an eagle as he spoke each word to Thirteen Sister.

Wang Bao once said that in his territory, he was in charge after midnight, and even the police couldn't do anything about him.

Although Thirteen Sister's expression remained unchanged, she subconsciously bit her lip, pondering how to respond.

"So what if it's your territory?"

Just as Thirteen Sister was thinking about how to deal with it, a voice rang out, breaking the quiet atmosphere.

Jiang Lai, dressed in a white suit, walked into Wang Bao's place with a calm and composed expression.

Behind him followed Abu, Feng Yuxiu, and Xia Wuhou.

Chapter 142 Aji vs. Abu

"Jiang Zai?" Thirteen Sister turned her head in surprise when she heard the voice.

Shortly after Thirteen Sister and Ah Ji left, Fat Hui became worried about Thirteen Sister's safety.

He knew that Wang Bao was ruthless and decisive.

As a gang leader, Wang Bao dared to smash bottles and challenge the police, openly murder witnesses, and even kill police officers, demonstrating his ruthlessness.

After careful consideration, without waiting for Thirteen Sister's instructions, Fei Hui called Jiang Lai directly.

After receiving Fei Hui's call, Jiang Lai immediately led his men over.

Jiang Zi walked towards Thirteen Sister, his shoes making soft tapping sounds as he stepped onto the floor.

As Jiang Lai walked slowly forward, Wang Bao stood up with a cold expression, and Aji also walked from behind him to Wang Bao's side.

Aji was dressed in white, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. A short knife slid from his sleeve, and he gripped the hilt tightly in his hand, looking at Jiang Lai and the others with a wary expression.

When Jiang Lai saw Aji, he turned to look at Abu. The two were indeed very similar, but Aji's golden curls looked rather comical.

Ah Ji is skilled with a short knife and is naturally fierce and cruel. He is a killing machine under Wang Bao's command. He is incredibly skilled with a short knife and is extremely loyal to Wang Bao.

“Jiang Lai!!!” Wang Bao stared coldly at Jiang Lai and slowly uttered the two words.

Although he had never met Jiang Lai, he guessed Jiang Lai's identity from what Thirteen Sister said.

Although Wang Bao was ambitious and had enough guts, why didn't he directly take action against Thirteen Sister's territory?

A large part of the reason is also because of Jiang Lai and Han Bin, among others.

He knew that life was all about fame and fortune, and if something could be solved with money, he wouldn't want to make a big deal out of it.

That's why Ah-Ji invited Thirteen Sister over to discuss things.

He didn't expect that even if he lowered his stance, Thirteen Sister would still not buy it.

Just as they were about to use their power to intimidate others, Jiang arrived.

"Are you alright, Sister Mei?" Jiang Lai glanced at Wang Bao as soon as she came in, but didn't look at him much. Instead, she asked Thirteen Sister with concern.

"fine!"

Thirteen Sister also stood up, dusted off her clothes, and smiled nonchalantly.

Jiang Lai looked at her, nodded, and then turned to look at Wang Bao.

Wang Bao is not like a certain fat man in the movie, who looks honest and cute, nor is he a kind person.

As a gang leader, he exuded a cold and heavy aura.

Wang Bao stared at Jiang Lai, his brows revealing a cold and imposing aura, his eyes deep and sharp.

"Fatty Wang, what do you want?" Jiang Lai looked at Wang Bao in a calm tone, but with an undeniable sense of pressure.

Wang Bao was about to invite Jiang to sit down.

Upon hearing Jiang's address, his pupils constricted and veins bulged on his forehead.

A chilling killing intent flashed in Wang Bao's eyes.

When has he ever been called that?

At this moment, the atmosphere became tense.

"You think... I wouldn't dare leave you here?" A dangerous glint flashed in Wang Bao's eyes as he said coldly.

"Ah!"

Jiang Lai smiled knowingly.

"I heard that after midnight, you're in charge here?"

"It's 11:30 now, and you want me to wait for you for another half hour?" Jiang Lai's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a hint of sarcasm.

Seeing Jiang Lai's arrogant demeanor, Wang Bao was furious and shouted towards the door, "Someone come here!"

Wang Bao's voice was deafening, and his roar echoed throughout the nightclub, but apart from a few underlings gathered inside, his men outside remained completely still.

Outside the nightclub, both ends of the street have been blocked off.

Wang Bao's men formed a dense, dark mass, filling the entire street. There were at least several hundred of them, a swarm of short mules.

Their eyes were fierce and sharp, the blades in their hands gleamed coldly under the light, many of them had bare arms covered with tattoos, and they all looked menacing.

And yet, this group of ruthless men, facing the nightclub's entrance, dared not move an inch.

The reason was that outside the nightclub, eighty thugs in suits, each wielding a black AK, were all pointing outwards at Wang Bao's short mule.

Some of the short mules standing in the front row looked at the dark muzzle of the gun and couldn't help but swallow hard. They wanted to back up, but they couldn't.

Jiang Lai came in a hurry, so he didn't bring too many people with him.

However, the firepower suppression is sufficient.

Wang Bao roared angrily, but seeing no response, he realized something was wrong and looked at Jiang Lai with a complicated expression.

“Shout!” Jiang Lai raised an eyebrow and said nonchalantly.

His words were laced with endless sarcasm.

"You!" Wang Bao gritted his teeth, his nails digging into his palms, his pupils tinged with blood.

He had roamed the martial arts world for so many years, and he had never felt so frustrated, especially not on his own turf.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, with only the dazzling lights of the nightclub remaining unchanged.

Jiang Lai didn't care about other people's gazes. He plopped down on the sofa next to Thirteen Sister, picked up an orange, peeled it, and started eating.

Jiang Lai popped a segment of orange into his mouth, praising as he ate, "This orange is great!"

"Sister, have a taste!" Jiang Lai said, handing half an orange to Thirteen Sister.

Thirteen Sister was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously took it with her hand.

Jiang Lai's casualness and Wang Bao's anger formed a stark contrast.

It felt like this place didn't belong to Wang Bao, but rather to Jiang Lai.

Wang Bao's eyes were filled with anger. He glanced at Aji and gave Aji a subtle expression.

Ah Ji understood immediately and charged straight at Jiang Lai.

“Abu!” Jiang Lai spoke calmly without moving.

Abu stepped forward and confronted Aji directly.

The short knife in Aji's hand gleamed with a cold light as it thrust straight toward Jiang Lai's throat.

However, before Aji could reach Jiang Lai, he was stopped by Abu.

Left with no other choice, Aji could only swing his knife at Abu.

Faced with Aji's attack, Abu turned his head and dodged to the side, while simultaneously throwing a punch hard at Aji's armpit.

Aji's pupils contracted slightly as he quickly blocked Abu's attack with his elbow and swung his knife again, aiming straight for Abu's head.

Abu reacted just as quickly, dodging backwards while grabbing Aji's hand that was wielding the knife, attempting to snatch the dagger from Aji's hand.

Aji tried to struggle, but Abu grabbed his wrist like an iron band, making it impossible for him to break free. So he simply twirled his wrist, sending the short knife flying through the air from his right hand to his left. He gripped the knife in his left hand and then thrust it towards Abu's abdomen with a backhand motion.