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Chapter 95 I'm a guy out here, who do I need to answer to?

Miao Zhizhong listened to his subordinate's report and said expressionlessly, "I received intelligence from my informant that Lin Long is involved in the business of receiving stolen goods."

"He recently hooked up with a big boss and is now receiving large quantities of stolen goods."

"This robbery of the jewelry store by the blabbermouth is most likely related to him."

Ah Gui frowned and glanced at Lin Long's photo on the whiteboard: "But we're just speculating right now, we have no evidence, so we can't sue him at all."

Miao Zhizhong crossed his arms, rested his chin on one hand, and pondered for a moment, having already made up his mind.

He dismissed Ah Gui, took out a notebook from the drawer, flipped to the number of the head of Heshengtang, and then picked up the landline on the table and dialed it.

A moment later, the call was connected.

"Old Bai, we found Ba La's body and suspect he's involved in the Yumin Jewelry Store robbery," Miao Zhizhong said bluntly.

"What?" The old man of Shenghetang felt a chill. As the person in charge, he naturally knew that Ba La had been involved in robbery for many years. When Miao Zhizhong found him, he thought that Miao suspected him of being involved in the robbery.

"He was silenced, and the stolen goods are gone. Did you do it?" Miao Zhizhong deliberately probed, shifting suspicion to Lao Bai.

Old Bai was startled and quickly protested, "Miao Zhizhong, I didn't do this! Don't frame me!"

"Not from your hands?" Huang Zhihuan asked coldly. "Could it be from Lin Long?"

"Lin Long? Who is Lin Long?" Old Bai looked blank; he had never heard of this name before.

"He's nicknamed Tyrannosaurus Brother, and he's now the leader of the Lung Tong in Temple Street."

"He has done several deals with Laba, and this business deal is also inextricably linked to him."

"If you have any evidence against him, you'd better hand it over to me."

"Otherwise, once I find out, you'll know the consequences."

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"And one more thing, let me remind you."

"The jewelry stolen in this case is worth 20 million, which is not something you can swallow up."

"If you find this shipment, you'd better hand it over as soon as possible. If anything goes wrong, don't blame me for not helping you."

Miao Zhizhong deliberately revealed the value of the jewelry, and then pointed the finger directly at Lin Long.

Old Bai is the head of Shenghetang, and La Ba is his top henchman. Now that the person has been silenced and there are stolen goods worth 20 million involved, he will never sit idly by.

Even if they don't seek revenge for the loudspeaker, they should at least get a share of the loot.

That's a shipment worth 20 million; even if you only get 10%, that's still 2 million.

After hanging up the phone, Lao Bai immediately had someone call over another leader of the gang.

Sheng Wo Tong's influence in Mong Kok was far less than that of the four major triads in Mong Kok. Apart from him, the person in charge, he only had two bosses under him, namely Laba and Brother Seven.

Because the territory was small and the profits were scarce, Laba often took the risk of robbery. Lao Bai not only knew about this, but he also got a share of the money every time.

Brother Seven, on the other hand, focused on making a steady profit from his business in his own territory. He was a man of honor and shared most of his money with his underlings, which earned him great respect among them.

Not long after, Brother Seven arrived at the company with his subordinate, Brother Hua.

"Ah Qi, the trumpet is dead. It's most likely that it was Tyrannosaurus Brother from the Temple Street Dragon Hall who did it."

"He was the head of Shenghetang. He can't just die like this without any explanation. Go and find out the truth."

"Whoever killed the trumpet must give Shenghetang an explanation," Old Bai ordered in a deep voice.

"I understand, Grandpa."

Seventh Brother nodded in agreement. Although he and La Ba were at odds, this was official business, so he didn't shirk his responsibility. He went out with Wah-di and two other men and headed straight for Temple Street.

"Big brother, should we call a few more people?" Hua Di asked.

"No need. Dragon Hall is just a small gang. We're going there to ask questions, not to start a fight. There's no need to call so many people."

Dragon Hall was just a newly established small gang, and Seventh Brother didn't take it seriously at all.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon.

Seventh Brother led a few henchmen straight into the Hongyun Mahjong Parlor. When the henchmen saw that the group was coming in a menacing manner, they quickly approached Airplane and whispered, "Airplane, someone's here to cause trouble."

The plane immediately stepped forward and blocked Seventh Brother's path: "Brother, this is Dragon Hall's territory. If you really want to cause trouble, you've come to the wrong place."

"I'm not here to cause trouble." Seventh Brother's gaze swept quickly across the lobby. "I'm here to find someone to call your boss out for a talk."

"Meet our boss? You think you're worthy?" The plane's face revealed an undisguised disdain.

"What did you say? How dare you say my boss isn't worthy?"

Hua Di's eyes widened instantly, staring intently at the plane.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dragon Hall members around him immediately pulled out their weapons and surrounded the Shenghe Hall group, instantly creating a tense atmosphere.

Seventh Brother held Wah down; he was there to talk business, not to fight.

"Bro, don't be so rude."

"We're from Shenghetang. We're here to talk to your boss about the loudspeaker issue. You can't make that decision."

"Make him come out and give Shenghetang an explanation, otherwise this matter is not over."

The plane frowned, picked up its phone, found a number, and dialed: "Boss, someone is looking for you. They say they're from Shenghetang and want to talk to you about the loudspeakers."

"We need an explanation, or this isn't over."

Lin Long, who was playing billiards, put down his cue and curled his lip in an impatient expression: "Shenghetang? Is it that good?"

"Who the hell do I need to answer to when I'm in this business?"

"You handle it, but make sure it's clean."

Lin Long hung up the phone and shoved it into Annie's bosom.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" Annie asked, holding the phone between her fingers.

"Just a bunch of small fry."

Lin Long picked up his cue and continued playing, not taking the so-called "Seventh Brother" seriously.

In his eyes, the other party was not even as useful as a loudspeaker.

At least the big shot is brave and daring, while Seventh Brother, who runs a small gang, only knows how to be loyal.

What's the use of loyalty these days? Can it put food on the table?

The plane closed the telephone cover and looked at the people from Shenghetang with a cold expression in its eyes.

Hua Di felt a tightness in his chest, a vague sense of foreboding rising within him.

"Kill them!"

Suddenly, the plane overturned the table and pulled out a knife from under it, slashing at the target.

Seeing this, Hua Di kicked over two knife-wielding men who rushed up and desperately protected Seventh Brother as they broke through the encirclement.

The henchman next to him grabbed a wooden chair and hurled it hard, hitting Seventh Brother squarely in the back.

Seventh Brother's legs gave way, and he stumbled and fell heavily to the ground.

Hua Di had no choice but to stop immediately and turn around to pull Seventh Brother.

In that brief moment of delay, he was stabbed twice in the back.

Seventh Brother's thigh was also slashed, the wound so deep that bone was visible. The two were completely surrounded and had no way to retreat.

Moments later, Seventh Brother, Hua Di, and two other underlings all died violently inside the Hongyun Mahjong Parlor.

At this point, both of Shenghetang's capable leaders, Laba and Seventh Brother, were killed.

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