"Brother Song, long time no see."

Brother Song and Cuenca hugged each other, and while talking and laughing, they walked to the swimming pool and sat down.

At this time, three people were already sitting by the swimming pool. These people were all Siamese gang bosses, and they had gathered together just to meet one person.

"When will the Eight-faced Buddha come? He won't let us go, right?" Kunca was a little dissatisfied, "I still have a lot of things to do, I'm very busy."

"Me too!" said a thin man with long hair. "That guy with the Eight-faced Buddha has no eyesight at all. He wants to take advantage of it all for himself. So I should share some with everyone as soon as possible so that everyone doesn't have to go to such trouble to gather here."

"That's right, that's right." Others agreed, "If he wants to swallow up such a big business, he won't be afraid of killing him!"

Brother Song smiled slightly, "I knew about the human organ business before and didn't take it to heart. I didn't expect that the business has suddenly become popular in the past two years."

"But this business is not that easy."

"Why is it so hard to do?!" Cuenca laughed, "It's hard to find other people, so isn't it hard to find people? There are people everywhere on the street, just tie anyone up, you can have a heart, a kidney, etc.

One can sell for a million dollars!”

"Yes, yes, this makes more money than us selling fans." Others nodded in admiration.

"In short, the Eight-faced Buddha cannot keep this business, he must spit it out!"

"Yes, let him spit it out!"

Brother Song looked at the excited gang bosses and couldn't help shaking his head with disdain in his heart.

These people are ignorant and incompetent.

Human organs must be matched before they can be used, they cannot be transplanted just by cutting them off.

But there is no need to say these words. They are greedy and always want to make money.

Don't you think this business is so easy to do?

You have to have customers, otherwise what’s the use of just having organs?

Unlike me who was prepared in advance, Brother Song thought proudly. After hearing the news, he ordered his subordinates to build a cold storage.

Why build a cold storage?

Of course it's for organ storage.

Brother Song's plan is to capture hundreds of them first, cut out their hearts, freeze their kidneys, and then find customers to slowly match them.

Isn't it better to stock up on goods in advance than to go out to arrest people at short notice?

You need to be smart in doing business.

Just as he was imagining how to force the Eight-faced Buddha to hand over his business and customer channels, everyone suddenly fell silent.

Brother Song raised his head and looked at the gate of the manor, and saw the Eight-faced Buddha and his people walking in swaggeringly.

"Eight-faced Buddha, you finally showed up. I thought you didn't dare to come." Kunca sneered and mocked.

"Haha." The Eight-faced Buddha sneered and walked over without saying a word. He pulled a chair and sat down. "What do you want from me? Come on, I'm still busy."

"Eight-faced Buddha, you are so cool!" The long-haired thin man slapped the table, "I called you several times, but you still refused to come out. Are you not giving me face?"

"Face?" The Eight-faced Buddha glanced at the people around him, "Why should I give you face? Who do you think I am?"

"What the fuck!" The long-haired thin man suddenly stood up and was about to curse when Cuenca stopped him.

"Hey, Eight-faced Buddha, we are too lazy to grind our teeth with you today." Cuenca stopped other gang bosses who wanted to make trouble, "We are looking for you today for one thing. I heard that you have recently changed your career and are no longer in the business of selling fans.

Already."

"What change of career?" Eight-faced Buddha licked his nails casually, "I'm just doing some side business, why are you jealous?"

"You can earn millions of dollars from your side business, which is even more profitable than selling fans." Cuenca sneered, "You don't have the heart to sell fans anyway, so just give us the business of selling fans."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Gift?" the Eight-faced Buddha sneered with narrowed eyes, "I dare to give it to you, do you dare to ask for it? This business in Siam was personally appointed by General Kunsha.

If you want to grab it, you should ask General Kunsha first!"

"You don't have to worry about this. We will take care of it with General Kunsha." Brother Song said with a smile, "You just need to hand over the business."

"Hahahaha!" the Eight-faced Buddha laughed wildly, as if he heard a big joke, "How dare someone who is not General Kunsha steal business? If you are blind, just go to the Golden Triangle, you can buy a gram of powder

, I write my last name backwards!"

The gang bosses present also sneered, looking at the Eight-faced Buddha with sarcasm in their eyes.

The Eight-faced Buddha suddenly felt something was wrong, and then a hearty and familiar laughter came from behind, "Wei Xingguang, you have such a loud tone."

Everyone turned to look and saw a middle-aged man in a white coat slowly walking over.

Although the middle-aged man was smiling, there was no smile on his face. His face was sinister and his eyes were cold.

There are Buddhist beads hanging on my hands, and I keep twisting them as I walk.

"Marin!" The Eight-faced Buddha showed an incredulous expression on his face, and then filled his chest with anger and roared filial piety, "You, you, you dare to cross the border to get food! Siam is my territory! General Kunsa agreed."

"What crosses the line and doesn't cross the line?" Marin walked over slowly, "They are all working for General Kunsha, why should we distinguish between you and me."

"You don't follow the rules!" the Eight-faced Buddha said angrily.

He knew something was wrong as soon as Marin appeared. He and Marin were both Kunsha's subordinates. If others couldn't get the goods, how could Marin not get it.

It seems that these people have premeditated it!

"Okay, then I'll go ask General Kunsha and see what happens to someone who doesn't obey the rules!" the Eight-faced Buddha said fiercely and stood up directly.
Chapter completed!