"yes, sir."

The intelligence department inspector should arrive.

Ma Jun took several police officers, dozens of police officers and a large group of people to guard the roadside.

"Sir Zhuang."

He handed Zhuang Shikai an umbrella.

Zhuang Shikai looked up at the weather and shook his head: "No, it's not raining heavily."

Sir Zhuang straightened out his suit, cheered up, and planned to be in his best condition to chat with his old rival.

I saw him taking steps, pushing aside the grass, and walking toward the bay.

He descended the slope cautiously, step by step, as if he was afraid of losing his footing and falling into the sea.

In fact, I am more afraid of getting my clothes dirty.

At this time, he came to the fishing spot and began to say hello: "Officer Lu!"

"Are you in a good mood?"

“If it rains, there’s still time for fishing!”

Zhuang Shikai walked up to Lu Minghua.

Lu Minghua squinted his eyes, looked at the water ahead, and said in a calm tone: "We don't have much time. I usually have this hobby, so I finally took the time to play it."

"Took the bait!"

He suddenly pulled up the fishing line and quickly closed the pole.

"Zizzi."

The fishing line is reeled in.

Caught a "Red Three".

It looks like it weighs five or six pounds and is very plump.

Zhuang Shikai squatted beside him and said with a smile: "Sir Lu, you have good skills."

"If this technology is used to handle cases..."

"It will be more promising."

"Haha." Lu Minghua chuckled twice and hung up the bait again: "I fish just to practice my mind, but my skills are still not good after all."

He turned his head and looked at Zhuang Shikai.

"Nothing compared to Mr. Zhuang."

he laughed.

Zhuang Shikai shook his head and said modestly: "Where, where..."

"Fishing a rod?"

Lu Minghua threw out the bait, turned to Zhuang Shikai and said, "I've prepared the rod for you."

"Thank you."

Zhuang Shikai nodded and did not refuse. He picked up a spare rod next to him, hung the fishhook, and threw it toward the water.

"The fishing position you chose is very good."

"There are big fish there."

Lu Minghua put down his cap, glanced to the side, and said.

Zhuang Shikai fixed the fishing rod, took out a box of cigars, and took out one: "I have learned a few tricks."

He handed the cigar box to the side again.

Lu Minghua also took out a cigar: "But you forgot to put the bait."

Zhuang Shikai put away the cigar box, lit his cigar with a lighter, then threw it aside and said loudly: "Sorry, I like to eat other fish."

"Hehehe..." Lu Minghua rubbed the lighter, bit his cigar, inhaled and laughed.

One of the two wore a jacket, a peaked cap, and sportswear, looking like an old man on an outing, while the other wore a slicked back hair, a black suit, and a serious temperament, a full-fledged senior officer.

Now the two old rivals were sitting together fishing, smoking cigars of the same brand, and looking at the water for a while. No one spoke, and there was silence beside the inlet, except for the "swishing" flow of the water.

Ma Jun stood on the shore and lit a cigarette.

The Inspector of the Intelligence Section stood nearby, looking puzzled, and complained: "Brother Jun, what do you have to talk about with Mr. Zhuang and that street guy Lu Minghua? Arrest him for a first trial, convict him, and hit the target with one bullet! It's clean and neat, so much."

Cool!"

"And let him fish?"

"Go fishing!"

Ma Jun exhaled, held a cigarette, and waved his hands: "You don't understand! Big guys like to play with emotions, a sense of ritual, a sense of ritual..."

"Master Zhuang wants to kill an old rival, so he should have a few words. After all, we won't see him again..."

"Besides, Sir Lu is a high-ranking figure, and evil will lead to evil, but we must also address him as Sir Lu!"

"Understood?"

Ma Jun was up there teaching the guys how to behave. Sir Zhuang also looked at the fishing rod and finally said, "Why don't you spend more time with your family and children?"

In fact, he was asking why he wanted to send his children abroad.

After all, as politicians, both parties fight desperately for political goals. Once the political goals are achieved, the lives of their families will not be involved.

Debts are wiped out after death!

This is an unspoken rule in the political arena, and it is also a rule of the game that everyone supports but no one opposes.

Because no one can predict the future.

Political matters can be settled in the game, and Sir Zhuang will not mess with Lu Minghua's family. Not only does this violate his bottom line, but it will also frighten the guys and label him as "inhumane".

Being a big boss still requires emotions, and it's not like being a gangster, so it's okay not to use this label.

Lu Minghua said: "The air abroad is better."

"And a green card does not qualify you to participate in politics."

Of course, he was actually afraid.

What are you afraid of, Mr. Zhuang, and finally break through the bottom line?

after all……

He has done a lot of evil.

Zhuang Shikai nodded: "It's okay not to participate in politics, but the ultimate goal of a real man in this world is money and power. If you want it, you can't help it, and you can't hide it."

"correct."

"Can the suicide note, cemetery, and property arrangements be properly arranged?"

Lu Minghua caught another fish: "It's done."

"But I don't have a choice of cemetery. The government has a cemetery."

"Um."

Zhuang Shikai nodded: "It's a pity that criminals can only be put in boxes."

"You have no share in the tombstone."

"It doesn't matter." Lu Minghua didn't mind. Zhuang Shikai lowered his head and looked at his watch. Lu Minghua caught a glimpse of Zhuang Shikai's movements from the corner of his eye and asked with a smile: "Are you in a hurry?"

"yes."

"Hurry to the hospital to visit the guys." Zhuang Shikai said with a smile: "After all, you are a bit aggressive in inviting your people. Twelve of my guys died and sixteen were hospitalized. This will make the brothers feel cold. I have to go and visit in person."

"Brothers have paid too much..."

At this time, Lu Minghua did not put out the bait anymore. He held a cigar in his mouth, sat on a small bench, exhaled the white mist, and finally asked: "I think we are the same kind of people. Do you think that if we are not rivals... can we be friends?"

…”

"Eh!"

"Stop it!"

Zhuang Shikai stood up, raised his hand, and quickly stopped him: "You and I are two different people, and I have too many friends. I don't need friends. On the contrary, I need opponents more."

“The Chinese in Hong Kong don’t need a double-talker!”

"Your performance really disappoints me."

Zhuang Shikai bent down and picked up a large stone and weighed it. It weighed more than ten kilograms and was about three or four times bigger than the palm of his hand.

Lu Minghua looked at him calmly, relaxed his shoulders, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'm sorry."

"I won't waste your time anymore."
To be continued...