Chapter 595 Collusion

In the depths of San Francisco's Chinatown, there is a row of old houses similar to the capital quadrangle courtyard, which occupies an area of thousands of square meters. Around these old houses, they are surrounded by various commercial shops.

Compared with the noisy sound of hawking and bargaining outside, these old houses are quiet in the middle of the noise. You can see some gray-haired old people playing chess in many houses.

In a compound in the northeast corner, a hundred and ten young people are struggling in it, and from time to time there is a sound of "hey ha" in their mouths. This is the execution hall of Hongmen Neitang.

A tall middle-aged man in his forties is wandering around these young people. Seeing some irregular movements, the middle-aged man will kick out or push his hand from time to time, and there will always be a burst of laughter with the sound of falling to the ground.

"Master Hu, the phone is from Master Song!" A man in a suit and leather shoes, who was incompatible with this qualified person, walked lightly to the middle-aged man.

"Wen Guang, isn't that boy afraid that his anti-bone behavior will be known by the Song family?"

Leihu sneered and said, "I was in a hurry when I left, as if I was afraid of having something to do with our Hongmen. Why did you call me again?"

Lei Hu's figure is adhering to his father's, almost 1.9 meters tall, but the eagle's nose on his face destroys his rough image and looks so feminine.

However, the Thunder Tiger at this time is the most vigorous period of his energy and physical strength in life. The temples on both sides of his head are high and raised, and the eyes are full of light, which makes people dare not force them to look at. Between his hands and feet, the style of a master is hidden.

Standing among the hundred and ten children of Hongmen, the Thunder Tiger has a feeling of standing out from the crowd, but in his opinion, the spacious yard is still too small to accommodate the growing ambition of the Thunder Tiger.

"Master Tiger. This is called a bitch who still wants to set up an archway, and that boy is not a good thing.

Although the young man around Leihu was dressed very well, he was extremely vulgar as soon as he opened his mouth, and his body also exuded a sense of recklessness.

"Haha. Wen Guang, I love to hear this..."

After hearing the young man's words, Lei Hu laughed, patted the man on the shoulder with great approval, and said, "Your boy is different from his mother's other scholars. After all, he is the son of our Hongmen."

The young man's name is Peng Wenguang, and his father was originally a fierce general of Xingtang. In a battle for territory more than ten years ago, he was killed by 18 knives. Peng Wenguang grew up eating hundreds of meals in Hongmen.

Unlike most Hongmen's children who like to dance knives and sticks, Peng Wenguang has studied very well since he was a child. Later, he was admitted to Harvard University as a law major. After graduation, he followed Lei Hu, who is a representative of the new generation of elites in Hongmen.

However, he has been obsessed with Hongmen since he was a child. Although Peng Wenguang behaved like a gentleman outside, he spoke in the door. But he is the same as those Hongmen disciples who have not graduated from primary school, which is deeply liked by Lei Hu.

Entering the inner hall of the yard, Lei Hu picked up the microphone. He said, "Xiaolong, didn't you say not to contact me during this period of time? Why did you call your Uncle Hu again?

Although he chose to cooperate with Song Xiaolong, Lei Hu still felt contemptuous in his heart for such people. This kind of behavior is a taboo in Hongmen.

"Uncle Tiger, I heard that my aunt has arrived in San Francisco?"

Song Xiaolong's voice at the end of the phone was a little low. He came from San Francisco with a suitable climate to hot Africa. He turned on the air conditioner too much at night, but he caught a cold.

"I know about this. Sister Lan stayed in the Hilton Hotel."

in San Francisco. There was really nothing to hide from Hongmen's eyes and ears. He knew it from Song Weilan getting off the plane, but he didn't expect that Du Fei would go to the airport to greet him in person, which made some small changes in his plan.

In fact, Leihu and Song Weilan have also known each other for more than 20 years. He is a few years younger than Song Weilan. Over the years, he has always called her Sister Lan.

"Uncle Tiger. So... Then why didn't you take your aunt to Hongmen?"

Song Xiaolong's voice is a little urgent. He knows Song Weilan's prestige in the Song family overseas. As long as she can go to the New York headquarters, this disturbance will definitely be suppressed.

Although I have got 10 billion yuan, don't I have to give half of the money to Leihu? And in Song Weilan's hands, she still holds tens of billions of wealth.

Song Xiaolong has prepared manpower and can take over the commercial empire created by Song Weilan at any time. Of course, the premise must be that Leihu's side must successfully force Song Weilan to sign the share transfer letter.

"I do things, do you want me to teach you?"

After hearing Song Xiaolong's words, Lei Hu's voice suddenly became cold, "Xiaolong, there are some things that can't be rushed. What is Sister Lan's identity? If my house arrest for her spreads, it will have a great impact on the upper class in the United States.

"But Uncle Hu, it's a rare opportunity. If my aunt goes to New York, what we did some time ago will be completely in vain, and I can't allocate that money to you."

Song Xiaolong was in a hurry, and there was a threat in his tone. You know, the nearly 10 billion US dollars was still in his hands, and Lei didn't even see a penny.

"Huh? Xiaolong, are you threatening me? Lei Hu's face pulled down, and his voice became a little cold.

Song Xiaolong also felt that his tone was a little too much, and quickly explained, "How dare I? Uncle Hu, if my aunt can ask some departments to cooperate with the investigation, it is possible to freeze this fund. How can I have the money to transfer it to you then?

Song Xiaolong's words are true. Although his behavior this time is almost seamless, the billion dollars have not evaporated in vain, but are constantly transferred and cleaned through various means.

However, because the time is too short, there are always traces of this money. With Song Weilan's reputation and connections in the United States, maybe she can really track down and recover the money.

"And this kind of thing?"

Lei Hu was stunned when he heard the words and turned his head to Peng Wenguang behind him. After seeing Peng Wenguang nodding, he couldn't help but calm down a little and said, "Ok, I know about this. Don't worry, Sister Lan can't get out of San Francisco!"

"Wen Guang, is that boy telling the truth?" The old-fashioned phone used in Hongmen is the kind of phone. The microphone echoes loudly, and Lei Hu knows that Peng Wenguang can definitely hear it.

"It is not ruled out that there is no such possibility."

Peng Wenguang nodded and asked strangely, "Master Hu, why didn't you control Song Weilan when she got off the plane? Master Du must not dare to turn against you, right?

Lei Hu shook his head and said, "Brother Fei is very close to my family. I don't want to fall out with him because of this."

Although Du Fei has been away from Hongmen for more than ten years, those low-level gangs when his father was in power have now grown into the backbone of Hongmen, which is also a force that cannot be underestimated.

Although Lei Hu is not afraid of Du Fei, at this critical time of competing for the leader, he does not want to push Du Fei, who was originally neutral, to his opponent. What's more, if things are big, he will definitely not be able to escape Lei Zhenyue's ears.

"Master Tiger, what should I do now?" Peng Wenguang asked.

"What should I do? Do you still need to ask?"

Lei Hu narrowed his eyes and said, "A Hong to bring fifty people over and invite Sister Lan..."

Leihu was originally a cold-hearted person, otherwise he would not have planned the house arrest of Song Weilan without telling his own son and Song Xiaolong.

Earlier, for Du Fei's face, Lei Hu did not want to do too much, but now when it comes to that huge amount of money, he can't care so much. Without money, his promise to various factions in the door will become a big laughing stock.

Seeing that Peng Wenguang agreed to turn around and leave, Lei Hu stopped him again and said, "By the way, let Ah Hong take the guy over. In addition to not hurting the brothers in the door, you don't have to be so polite to the people around Sister Lan."

Anyway, after this incident, Hongmen and the Song family will inevitably tear up. Lei Hu doesn't mind doing things more.

As the saying goes, it is unreasonable for a scholar to meet a soldier. Leihu is an enemy everywhere. He doesn't care about Song Weilan's revenge after the incident at all. There are many people in the world who want him to die. Isn't his tiger still very happy to live?

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"Boss, it's safe outside!"

While Leihu gave the order, Song Weilan and his party also left the presidential suite, but they did not take the elevator directly to the ground floor, but came to the back door of the hotel through the elevator of the hotel's internal employees on the fourth floor.

A Mercedes-Benz, which is not flamboyant in appearance, but is equipped with bulletproof glass and thick iron plate, is parked at the back door of the hotel. More than ten meters away from the Mercedes-Benz, there are seven or eight young people with red and swollen faces.

Under the support of Flanders and others, Song Weilan and Anna sat in the Mercedes-Benz.

"Master..." He shouted and asked Ye Tian to take back one foot that had already stepped into the Mercedes-Benz.

"Sir, my people are useless. Thunder Tiger's people are coming. It's good for you to go to New York to avoid the limelight."

When he came to Ye Tian, Du Fei looked ashamed, and there was a trace of disappointment in his eyes. He thought Ye Tian had changed his mind and wanted to leave with Song Weilan.

Although Du Fei did not have much hope for success, Ye Tian's words always gave him some other ideas, but if Ye Tian left, he really had no chance.

"I won't leave. I'll come back after I see my mother out."

Ye Tian took a look at Du Fei and said lightly, "You can't live here. You can arrange another accommodation for me, and I'll call you in the evening."

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