At around 3 o'clock in the evening, most of the neighbors in Guangdong were already asleep, and even the bars on Yanjiang Road had already fallen into a hustle and bustle, but there was a two-story building with bright lights.

The incandescent lamp emits its own heat to the fullest, reflecting the door in a solemn place.

Dozens of young men in suits stood downstairs. Although they couldn't sleep all night, they were all full of energy. Of course, cigarette butts were indispensable. Whenever they looked up at the conference room on the second floor, they always felt a sense of excitement and passion burning in their hearts.

The person sitting in the room was Xiong Baizhou, the Dingye of this group of people, their spiritual totem.

At this time, Xiong Baizhou's face was calm, his eyes were not shocked, and he picked up the teacup from time to time and took a sip.

If you only shrink the picture on Xiong Baizhou, you will be a man with depth and tasting tea, which is a little serious but also comfortable.

But if the camera is lengthened, you will suddenly find that there are actually a group of arrogant suit thugs in this room, either cold, ruthless, or gloomy.

Xiong Baizhou was just like a tiger sitting in the middle of the world as if no one was around. The most arrogant young man always respectfully lighted cigarettes for Xiong Baizhou.

The room was a little quiet, but the phone ringing broke the tranquility of the night.

"Dinglinglinglinglingling."

Liu Daxiang walked over and picked up the microphone, and Bai Dengwei's voice came: "Daxiang, tell the boss, Quan Laomao's subordinates found the traces of those two people."

Xiong Baizhou was right next to him. Hearing this sentence, he put down his teacup and walked over.

The others were also shocked. Anyone in the room could throw it out and smash the Guangdong River and Lake. But there were three minutes to knock down the Double Flower Red Stick, which made the famous figure in Xiangjiang.

"Brother Xiong wants to speak." Liu Daxiang handed the microphone to Xiong Baizhou.

"Lao Bai, what are the conditions for Quan Laomao to open?" Xiong Baizhou took the phone and went straight to the point.

"Brother Xiong, the dog day's All Old Cat offers a price of 100,000 per person, and two people have 200,000." Bai Dengwei recently started a pirated disc business for Sihai, earning thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars every day. Even if the cost is reduced, he will make a profit.

However, when he saw Quan Laomao Lion speak loudly, he was very upset and suggested: "Big Boss, just kill Quan Laomao tonight. The old streets are all inferior to Guangdong City."

Liu Daxiang stood beside the phone and immediately echoed: "Big Boss, Lao Bai is right. Why don't you rob the dog god Quan Laomao?"

Xiong Baizhou looked at Liu Daxiang with a strong attitude and thought to himself that he hadn't attended ideological education and politics classes for a long time. Why did they all have this status and they just want to solve it?

"Do you think the whole old cat gave 100,000 yuan per person just to provide clues?"

Xiong Baizhou spoke with a microphone, his tone was neither high nor low, but his eyes were staring at Liu Daxiang.

"Big Boss, I..."

"Brother Xiong, I..."

Bai Dengwei and Liu Daxiang were frightened when they heard this, while the other was a little stuttered when they were seen, and they also wanted to explain.

"200,000 yuan is given to the old cat." Xiong Baizhou also reminded him before hanging up the phone: "Let him find someone with experience to come."

Xiong Baizhou said nothing, but someone in the room understood it.

"Brother Xiong, what Quan Laomao means not only helping us find these two people, but also cooking them out of the way?" Chen Qingyun asked out loud.

Xiong Baizhou nodded in appreciation.

"I don't know what to do tomorrow today. Quan Laomao has not done business like us. Why do you think he can stand in Guangdong City for so long?" Xiong Baizhou looked at the crowd of fine men in the room and shook his head and said.

"The world is not about fighting and killing, but about human nature. It is not easy to deal with it, and it is even more impossible to understand it."

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Quan Laomao has a deep root in Guangdong City. He may not have Xiong Baizhou's ambitions and ambitions. He may know that he does not have the talent to do business, so his roots spread downwards and did not grow up towards the sun like Xiong Baizhou.

However, because he had a sense of presence at the ends of the underground world of Guangdong City, the two traffickers were directly pressed on the hair salon lady's bed.

"Brother Xiong, I have caught them and confirmed my identity." Liu Daxiang said excitedly.

How could it be that you are not excited? So many ruthless people with famous surnames gathered here in the Guangdong city. Is it a tea party?

Wang Yaoyuan was so big that he was very sleepy. When he heard these two people were caught, he immediately stood up from the chair.

"Brother Xiong, how do you want to deal with them? I'll break their dog legs."

Wang Yaoyuan thought he was majestic and majestic, but no one responded.

Xiong Baizhou was even more leisurely. He was cleaning and tidying up the tea sets one by one, with a very careful attitude, and he had to pour a little tea leaves into the trash can.

The group of people watched Xiong Baizhou do things without any rushing or slowing down, and the clouds rolled and unfolded.

In fact, they were all quite excited at the beginning. After all, they were caught by the two, but they soon fell into Xiong Baizhou's rhythm. Following the rhythm revealed in his every move, they felt inexplicably stable.

This is the power of "quietness". This power is like a silent black and white movie. Although it is not lively or gorgeous, it can easily hit the heart.

"Let's go."

Xiong Baizhou saw that he had achieved the desired effect, so he stood up and went out.

Wang Yaoyuan followed Xiong Baizhou for too short time and his accumulation was too shallow and he could not immerse himself in the atmosphere just now.

"What's going on? Suddenly, I didn't say a word. I wanted to help Brother Xiong teach those two people a lesson. They can be broken arms and legs." Wang Yaoyuan muttered.

No one was too lazy to pay attention to him, but Zhang Hao patted Wang Yaoyuan's big head when he went downstairs: "Neither of these two can survive. You are so fucking that you can't even choose the opportunity to show off."

The two human traffickers who came to revenge couldn't figure out what was going on. Are so many people coming to prostitution police?

"Comrade, we are here to do some small business in Guangdong. We accidentally made a mistake. We accept the punishment this time and promise not to commit the crime next time."

Now, prostitution is a fine. The two old foxes are not afraid at all. They also looked at the number of these "policemen".

"Comrade, you have come to a lot of plainclothes."

"Comrade, we have important things tomorrow. Can we leave after paying the fine?"

"Comrade, my bag is still in bed. Can you go back and get it? The cash is still in it."

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Bai Dengwei finally got impatient: "I'm not a policeman!"

"Not a policeman?" The two human traffickers were surprised when they heard this.

"Hey, the fine is waived!"

But when they were taken into the car, the two of them suddenly felt something was wrong.

The police will be fined at most, but it is not a policeman, so it may not be a matter of money.

"Brother, which wave of you are from?" The titles began to change.

Bai Dengwei smiled, and his teeth were white in the dark night: "The judge in the Hall of Hell found that two people were missing at the time of the Mao period. Brother, I am helping to make up for the number of people."

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Chapter completed!