Chu Xiaoxin immediately grinned, his tone arrogant. "Don't worry, I've already spread the word in the name of the Justice of the Peace. Anyone who dares to touch you, I'll throw their whole family into the sea..."
Before he could finish speaking, Song Tianyao hurriedly interrupted, "Alright, alright! You really are my Big Brother! By the way, where's Young Master Zhong?"
Song Tianyao looked around but didn't see Chu Xiaozhong. Seeing that everyone in the backyard was focused on the two of them, he pulled Chu Xiaoxin away from the crowd before asking.
When Chu Xiaoxin heard him ask about his elder brother, he said somewhat displeasedly, "Why bring him up again? I gave him a good scolding after I found out he paid a bounty for your life. Then Dad asked me to go to Britain with him, but of course I refused. It's so chaotic outside right now. I'm your Big Brother, of course I have to stay in Hong Kong and keep an eye on you."
Seeing Chu Xiaoxin's earnest expression, Song Tianyao felt a warmth in his heart and made an exaggerated face at Chu Xiaoxin: "Wow! Then I really have to thank you, Big Brother!"
Chu Xiaoxin waved his hand dismissively. "We're brothers, no need to argue!"
Song Tianyao smiled, but he was thinking about something else.
Chu Yaozong's decision to send his two sons to Britain without warning shows that the situation has developed beyond his control. How long can He Xian of Macau Street hold out?
Song Tianyao swallowed hard, clenched his left hand tightly in his pocket, and took a deep breath.
I must deal with Tan Jingwei tonight. If this drags on any longer, even if Chu Xiaoxin has the Justice of the Peace as a shield, Chu Yaozong will force him to go to Britain. At that time, I will truly have nowhere to bury my body.
"Oh right, Dad's upstairs. He said if you come, just go up and find him," Chu Xiaoxin reminded Song Tianyao as if he had just remembered.
Song Tianyao glanced at the two-story building, then hurriedly took a few steps. "Big Brother! You should have told us this earlier!"
Chu Xiaoxin cursed angrily from behind, "You bastard, can't I even have a few words with you? You think I'm in your way?"
Song Tianyao paused, looking at the two people who had just entered the Xu Family and were standing right in front of him. He turned back to Chu Xiaoxin with a wry smile and said, "If you had told me earlier, I could have gone up and complained. Now there's no chance!"
Standing in front of Song Tianyao, Tan Jingwei smiled, seemingly oblivious to his conversation with Chu Xiaoxin, and feigned surprise, saying, "Oh? Mr. Song, what a coincidence that we meet again? Shall we go up together to see Boss Xu?"
Song Tianyao turned around and gave Tan Jingwei a bright smile, "Okay, let's go up together!"
After finishing speaking, Song Tianyao took the lead and walked towards the two-story Western-style building.
Behind him, Tan Jingwei stared at his retreating figure, his smile unchanged, "His bodyguard isn't with him. It seems something has indeed happened tonight. Notify Di Zhen and the others to make their move."
Sheng Zhaozhong nodded and quietly stepped aside.
Tan Jingwei turned his face away, smiled slightly at Chu Xiaoxin was glaring at him angrily, and followed Song Tianyao's steps.
Chapter 551 The Storm Is Brewing
In the hotel lobby, two Belarusian bodyguards under Singh lay curled up on the floor, their bodies trembling occasionally to prove they were still alive. However, their limbs were twisted and deformed, with bone fragments piercing their flesh, staining the flaxen carpet of the lobby with dark red patches.
Nai Khun's cheek was swollen high, and his white undershirt was torn to shreds, revealing numerous wounds on his exposed skin. Apart from his heavy breathing and the painful groans of his two White Russian bodyguards, the room was deathly silent.
"Black Devils, get out!" Nai Khun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, a maniacal smile on his face, and slowly said to Singh, who was sitting in the living room, dumbfounded, in his slightly hoarse voice.
Singh stood up shakily from his seat. "OK! OK! The goods are yours."
However, the instant he straightened up, his eyes suddenly shifted from timidity to ferocity, his right hand shot into his pocket, pulling out a handgun, and he roared furiously, "Fuck off! Bicth!"
Bang bang...
A series of gunshots rang out. The moment Singh drew his pistol, he was riddled with seven or eight bullet holes. A hoarse gasp escaped his throat as Singh stared at Nai Khun with resentment before his burly body crashed to the ground.
Behind Nai Khun, Cai Bao and several of his henchmen's sidearms were still smoking.
Seeing this, Gu Tiancheng, who was standing next to Song Chunzhong, silently pulled his hand out of his pocket.
With a smile on his face and his lips moving, Song Chunzhong said in a voice only he and Gu Tiancheng could hear, "I told you this a long time ago, if you don't have a gun, don't put on airs. Did you think they were really going to scare you?"
Gu Tiancheng grinned so hard his eyes were practically slits, and he muttered under his breath, "Damn you! What are these Thailand bastards anyway?"
Nai Khun waved his hand and walked step by step toward where Song Chunzhong was sitting. Behind him, Cai Bao and his men put away their pistols.
"I've already inquired; in Macau, as long as you give the Portugal enough money, they won't hesitate to use guns." Nai Khun sneered as he passed the collapsed Singh, then pulled out the chair he'd been sitting in and sat down opposite Song Chunzhong with Malaysia: "Mr. Zhang? You're from the Golden Triangle?"
Song Chunzhong is currently using the identity of Zhang Xiantai, claiming to be a defeated soldier from the Golden Triangle who controls a large supply of opium. He originally intended to use the tricks of the con artists to attract a group of big players in the opium trade in Macau, then swindle them out of money and disappear again. Just when he thought he had it all figured out, Nai Khun and his gang of ruthless Thailand characters suddenly appeared.
However, since he was using the identity of a defeated soldier from the Golden Triangle, he must not show too much fear or cowardice at this time, nor could he be too tough, because his life was still in the hands of the other side. If either of these emotions was expressed excessively, it would arouse the other side's suspicion.
So when faced with Nai Khun's questioning, Song Chunzhong didn't speak, but just nodded slightly, adjusting his emotions to a balance between fear and confidence, as if trying his best to maintain a humble yet assertive demeanor.