I wonder what Master Er is thinking right now.
But as Mr. Dong stood on the rooftop, watching the crowd surge past like a tide, he felt his heart pound with fear.
There were elderly people, children, women, children, disabled people with canes, and people wearing hospital gowns holding bottles of liquid. At first glance, they were all vulnerable groups. The last time Mr. Dong experienced such a scene was in 1942, when Kowloon residents mobilized in this way to drive away the spies.
The only difference is that, as a vanguard officer, he was lifted up and paraded through the streets, but now the person being carried has become a policeman, and he, nearing his twenties, has become the target of public condemnation.
"Thugs, get out of Kowloon!"
"We want the rule of law, we want the Flying Tigers!"
"Using the pretext of fighting to loot, vandalize, and exploit citizens, these gangs are criminal elements!"
"Citizens need protection, Kowloon needs police!"
Downstairs, shouts rose and fell, one after another. Ah Hu saw that Master Dong's eyebrows and hair were about to stand on end, clearly he was also extremely anxious. He clenched his fist and said, "Father, please, find a trusted confidant to kill that policeman?"
On a whim, Master Dong also considered doing the same thing, but Second Master Weng had two wives to support, so he naturally wanted to play it safe. He said, "Father, we've been delivering rice, flour, and cooking oil for a month now. We've done so many good deeds, but the citizens misunderstand us. It's all because of you, Master. If we're going to kill someone, we should kill you, not that policeman."
Master Dong wasn't as shrewd as Master Er, who could do things all by himself. Weng Hua was his good advisor, often helping him to stop himself from acting impulsively. Hearing this, he realized it made sense and clenched his fist: "Damn it, only one of us can live, me or that guy surnamed Er!"
But in fact, as long as he does good deeds, he leaves a trace, and his name will be remembered. For example, a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people marched past downstairs, but did not stop. Instead, they turned around and walked away. Right under Master Dong's nose, the whole group stopped two kilometers away at the entrance of Zhongyi Hall, raised their fists, and kept shouting inside.
Master Dong laughed upon seeing this: "Haha, it seems we are the ones who truly have the people's hearts."
Weng Hua and his men laughed when they saw this: "Haha, this time Master Er is going to lose face big time."
Mr. Dong was so busy that he forgot something, and only now did he remember: "Where is my young lady? Where is the person who invited her?"
Yes, Chen Rou has arrived and has been causing trouble on the street with a group of police officers. However, Grandpa Dong is not too worried about this because he knows that she is his own grandfather and has confidence in him. He is not afraid that the little girl will cause trouble.
Moreover, he is the aggrieved party, and he is waiting to file a complaint.
But Chen Rou's actions were beyond his comprehension. So, as Weng Hua, enduring his dizziness, was about to call Chen Rou, he pulled out his mobile phone and received a call from One-Eyed. He immediately shouted, "Second Master, something bad has happened!"
The second-in-command, whose face was already sallow, broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this. He hung up the phone and looked up at Master Dong: "Father, something terrible has happened! Our young lady has arranged a meeting, saying she wants to hear your and Master Er's explanations. Master Er, he..."
Mr. Dong stamped his foot anxiously: "What's wrong with him?"
The second-in-command of the Weng gang yelled and spat out a mouthful of yellow fluid: "He, he carried Brother Chicken out of the hospital, he's a villain...!"
Several henchmen, seeing that Second Master Weng's eyes were rolled back, quickly came over to help him up: "Second Master!"
When Mr. Dong saw this, he was terrified: "Quickly, get him to the hospital."
He went downstairs, rummaged through the storeroom, pulled out an AK, and roared, "You bastard, I'll teach you a lesson!"
Actually, it was he who beat up the second-in-command, but the blame naturally fell on Master Er.
Chen Rou arranged the meeting, probably wanting to hear their explanations. But he was still arrogantly waiting for his granddaughter to arrive, and then Grandpa Er went there carrying Chicken Brother. Wasn't that the villain accusing the villain first?
At this moment, Master Dong had already figured out how to kill Master Er!
On the other side, Chicken Bro's face was still powdered, his lips were still red, and his false eyelashes were still clinging to his eyelids like fly legs. He was being carried out of the hospital on a stretcher by several henchmen and was being loaded into a car.
Upon seeing that Master Er was in the car, he grinned and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Grandpa Er took his hand and patted it gently, saying, "Little chick, you've worked hard, but today, we must have the upper hand."
Chicken Bro couldn't speak, but he managed to raise his hand and give Master Er a thumbs up.
The guilty party accuses the innocent first; I'm a professional at that!
...
When Chen Rou returned to the company, Nie Zhao had just returned from the electronics company.
He's always been a very busy person, and right now he's in the gym, running while talking on the phone, his eyes glued to the TV.
Of course, the TV was on silent, but news of the Kowloon citizens' march was being broadcast on it. He had a gut feeling that it was related to his wife, so he kept watching and looking for her on the TV.
It wasn't hard to spot, because she was wearing a green dress today; he just needed to find the green dress.
He actually found it, because the news footage was focused on Huo Qi, the person in charge of the Flying Tigers' mission. In the fleeting moment the camera panned across the screen, he saw Huo Qi raising his shield and holding his wife in his arms.
He was speaking on the phone in English. He paused for a moment when he saw it, but of course, he immediately went back to his call.
Currently, everything related to electronics is an emerging industry. He is personally contacting and trying to recruit a professional technician who conducts mobile phone research and development in the United States. He plans to poach the person. A company in South Korea is also competing with him, and because it is an oligopoly, the salary offered there is particularly high.
Nie Zhao could certainly offer a high salary, but the other party was a Chinese American. What's more troublesome is that the Chinese American had fled to the United States with his parents more than 20 years ago, which led to the other party having no basic trust in Chinese people.
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