Wonton noodles don’t take long to make.

The stall owner quickly put two bowls of wontons on the table.

"Mr. Ni.

"Officer Zhuang."

"Your face is ready."

The stall owner obviously recognized Zhuang Shikai's identity.

Zhuang Shikai nodded and smiled: "Thank you very much."

Then Ni Kun picked up the porcelain spoon and put it into the bowl. He gently scooped up a wonton and put it into his mouth. He took a sip and said, "It's been more than ten years."

“The taste of this store never changes.”

"hehe."

Zhuang Shikai chuckled, scooped up a wonton and said, "I've been here once."

"After all, there are only a few stores in Tsim Sha Tsui..."

"Yes." Ni Kun sighed: "I will bring my family here to eat."

"Eldest son."

"Second daughter."

"Little son..."

"There are so many people eating with me..."

This probably doesn't include the illegitimate son "Aren", but Ni Kun's attitude is already very obvious.

When Zhuang Shikai heard this, he put his chopsticks on the table and said loudly: "Mr. Ni."

"Tell me the location of the warehouse."

"I'll leave some food for you."

Ni Kun raised his head, stared at Zhuang Shikai for a long time, and finally shook his head slowly and said: "I like to eat what I earn!"

“It tastes safe to eat.”

"The Ni family is also well fed."

Zhuang Shikai took out a tissue, sneered, and gently wiped the corners of his mouth: "Then there's no need to talk?"

At this time, a family of three vendors came out with wooden trays and quietly distributed portions of wonton noodles in front of each police officer.

But at this moment, the police officers were wearing suits, and all of them were looking at the officer, and no one touched the wonton noodles in front of them.

Zhuang Zir is not eating anything.

They won't eat it.

Han Chen, Guohua and others who were standing outside the shed turned around and quietly watched the situation on the dining table.

Yao Yang also turned his head and glanced sharply.

The short third uncle of the Ni family was also standing nearby.

The scene was a bit solemn.

No one could have imagined that after the 1970s, after the police opened fire on the Ni family, the police spokesman would have the opportunity to sit at the same table with the head of the Ni family again.

To be honest, even "Ni Kun" in the 1970s never sat at the same table with Zhuang Shikai. Because at that time, Ni Kun was not qualified enough to sit at the same table with Zhuang Shikai.

This caused the younger brothers on both sides to be a little confused. They didn't know why the two big brothers wanted to sit down together for a late-night snack.

Is there still a possibility for both sides to make peace?

The atmosphere of the late night snack today was also very heavy. As long as any big boss banged the table, a very fierce conflict would break out between the two parties. So everyone was very alert and might shoot at any time.

"No need to talk."

"From one stall back then, I was able to make the entire Tsim Sha Tsui unattended, and I was even able to distribute goods throughout Hong Kong and Kowloon. How many people did it cost? How many dangers did I encounter?"

"Even if you shoot me to death now, there's no need to talk about it!"

"Because the Ni family is not my Ni family alone..."

After Ni Kun finished answering Master Zhuang's words, he lowered his head and continued to scoop up wontons and swallow them.

Zhuang Shikai nodded and said, "You don't even want to give me a chance."

"Your Ni family will have no chance in the future."

Things come around.

This was many years later.

An opportunity that the Ni family could not ask for.

Zhuang Shikai stood up, took out two banknotes, threw them on the table and said: "Boss! Pay the bill!"

"I'll buy them all except his share."

"Eh, eh, eh." The stall owner stood in the stall and nodded repeatedly, wiping his palms with a rag, looking a little embarrassed and not daring to go out of the stall to take money.

Ni Kun's expression remained unchanged and he continued to sit and eat wontons.

Zhuang Shikai turned around and waved: "Let's go!"

"Crash!" All the police officers at the dining table stood up and left with the villagers in a majestic manner.

Halfway through, Zhou Huabiao stepped forward and asked, "Master Zhuang."

"You don't really want to make peace with Ni Kun, do you?"

Zhou Hua's tone was measured and his questions were cautious.

The peace talks he made were of course not cooperation, but rather similar to maintaining a tacit understanding between the two parties, allowing the Ni family to reduce supplies, and the police to relax their crackdown on the Ni family, etc.

Considering how troublesome the Ni family is, it is not surprising at all that Mr. Zhuang made this choice, and it is even a very smart approach.

A police officer with ordinary abilities would be particularly inclined to this method.

But this is inconsistent with Mr. Zhuang’s character! Mr. Zhuang is the kind of person who beats people to death! How can he make peace with Ni Kun?

However, Uncle Biao just looked at the situation and felt that it seemed like he was making peace, so he asked the superior.

But the chief just patted his shoulder and said, "What are you thinking about?"

"I just think the Ni family is hard to beat!"

"Deliberately tricking him."

"Damn, this old fox has really improved and is not so easy to trick!"

Zhuang Shikai said with a gloomy smile.

Uncle Biao suddenly realized: "So that's it."

This is the Mr. Zhuang he knows.

It's not that easy to let others go.

Uncle Biao then asked: "What should we do next?"

"what to do?"

"snort!"

"Keep thinking of ways to trick him!"

Zhuang Shikai snickered, and it seemed that he had already prepared a draft. Uncle Biao nodded quickly to express his respect for Mr. Zhuang.

After the police left.

Ni Kun also stood up and walked out of the stall.

A Ni family boy went to pay the big boss's bill.

Ni Kun's closest third uncle stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Kun, what did Master Zhuang say to you?"

Han Chen, Guohua, Wen Zheng and others all pricked up their ears and listened quietly to Ni Kun's answer.

Ni Kun replied calmly with a calm expression: "He said he would leave some food for me."

The third uncle's eyes immediately lit up: "Are you going to make peace?"

"Why didn't you agree to him?"

Ni Kun turned back and looked at his third uncle: "Are you an idiot?"

"Master Zhuang didn't say anything about leaving any food!"

"Prison food, do you want to eat the resurrection food? If you want, you can eat it yourself!"

The third uncle's face turned pale and he immediately shook his head: "I won't eat it."

"It's better not to eat this food."
To be continued...