Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 225 Mr. Song

Exhausted and panting, Zhong Yuan picked up the black handbag and returned to his Mercedes.

The three-legged leopard felt his limbs go weak and he couldn't muster any strength at all.

"That old lecher is incredibly fierce! Luckily, I didn't make a move!"

Even the three-legged leopard wasn't sure if he could defeat the wounded old man. He cowered in the back seat, covering his mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound.

Zhong Yuan returned to the car and was about to start it.

Bah!

Zhong Yuan lunged at the steering wheel, pressing his head firmly against the horn.

The Mercedes-Benz emitted a piercing horn.

drop--

The three-legged leopard quickly got up and saw streams of bright red blood flowing from Zhong Yuan's head.

The three-legged leopard poked Zhong Yuan's back with its finger.

Once, twice, three times.

Zhong Yuan didn't react at all.

"died?"

Three-Legged Leopard didn't dare to think too much about it. He grabbed his black handbag and ran towards the parking lot exit.

As for Li Jian, he has completely forgotten about him.

. . . . . .

Li Jian followed Teresa down to the underground parking garage, where they heard a cacophony of car horns.

Several building security guards were shouting something into their walkie-talkies as they ran toward one of the parking garages.

Li Jian followed closely behind.

From a distance, you could see that old guy Zhong Yuan slumped over the driver's seat of the Mercedes, his head pressed firmly against the steering wheel.

Teresa stood in front of the Mercedes, momentarily forgetting to breathe.

A security guard walked over, waved, and said, "Miss, stop looking, let's go!"

The security guard shouted into the walkie-talkie, "Control room, this is A-Dong. I just arrived at the scene and am dealing with A-Jie. Could you check if the ambulance has arrived yet?"

Knowing that the three-legged leopard had already escaped, Li Jian quickened his pace and rushed out of the garage entrance.

Squeak!

Just as he rushed out of the garage, the Lexus with bulging eyes was right in front of him. The window rolled down, and the bulging-eyed man said anxiously, "Where have you been? Ah Bao and I were just about to go in and look for you. Get in the car!"

Li Jian leaped into the back seat of the Lexus in a "crow jumping out of the car window" motion.

The three-legged leopard couldn't help but give a thumbs up and say, "Great skills!"

"That's easy, Brother Long, Brother Leopard, where are we going next?" Li Jian asked.

Three-Legged Leopard patted the black briefcase in his hand and said, "There are 500 million here. Go wherever you want."

The man with bulging eyes looked up at the rearview mirror and said, "Shut up, someone's following us!"

Li Jian looked back and saw a Mercedes-Benz G-Class chasing closely behind.

Suddenly, Bu Yanlong's phone rang. When he answered it, the screen showed the rear of a Lexus.

A man who looked like a Korean oppa said, "Mr. Song wants to see you."

The Lexus continued driving forward, and another black Mercedes-Benz G-Class blocked the intersection.

Li Jian wanted to laugh.

These two Mercedes-Benz G-Class cars alone are worth 500 million yuan. The 500 million yuan that Sanjiaobao went to great lengths to steal probably wouldn't even be enough for Mr. Song to drink a bottle of wine.

The bulging-eyed dragon turned the steering wheel and followed the Mercedes-Benz G-Class in front of him.

The Lexus drove right up to an entertainment club, where Lamborghinis and Alphards, all luxury cars worth over a million, were parked in front.

A chubby man in a suit beckoned to the man with bulging eyes.

Bulky-eyed Dragon led Three-Legged Leopard and Li Jian out of the car. The three of them walked through an alley and entered through the back door.

Li Jian followed a few people upstairs through several turns and arrived at a private room.

The private room was large and luxuriously furnished. Inside stood seven or eight bodyguards in black suits, each strong and muscular with sharp eyes; they were clearly professionals.

A man who looked like Terence Yin sat calmly on the sofa and slowly poured three glasses of wine.

The lead bodyguard said, "Mr. Song, the person has been brought."

The bulging-eyed dragon and the three-legged leopard said in turn, "Mr. Song!"

Mr. Song pointed to the wine glass on the coffee table without saying a word.

The three-legged leopard rushed over, grabbed a wine glass, tilted its head back and drank the entire glass of wine, letting out a burp in the process.

The bulging-eyed dragon was filled with trepidation, and his breathing became rapid, as if a ferocious beast was sitting in front of him, ready to open its blood-red maw and devour him at any moment.

The bulging-eyed dragon's gaze unconsciously drifted toward the large screen beside him.

On one wall of the private room, several large LCD screens were hung, with red and green numbers constantly jumping on them.

Li Jian immediately recognized that the screen displayed the Hang Seng Index, along with several stocks he had selected.

However, the Hang Seng Index is a glaring red and continues to decline.

As is well known, Hong Kong stocks are different from mainland A-shares.

In Hong Kong stocks, red indicates a decline in the index, while green indicates an increase.

Seeing the screen filled with red, Li Jian guessed that Mr. Song had probably lost money on his stocks.

Judging from the luxury features of the other party's car, this loss is probably not a small amount, at least tens of millions, and possibly hundreds of millions.

Mr. Song glanced at the bulging-eyed man and said, "There won't be any miracles. Let's drink."

Three-Legged Leopard downed a glass of wine and said, "Mr. Song, Ah Long and I are both shady characters; if we get burned, we'll take responsibility."

Three-Legged Leopard continued, "We've lost this time, but we're all in this for the money. Let's keep things peaceful today. Give us some time to raise the money."

Three-Legged Leopard held the black briefcase above his head and said, "Mr. Song, here's five million. I'll return it to you first."

As he spoke, the three-legged leopard placed the black handbag on Mr. Song's lap and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Money, you borrow and you pay..."

Snapped!

Before he could finish speaking, the three-legged leopard was slapped.

Mr. Song pointed at the three-legged leopard and looked at the bulging-eyed dragon, asking, "Who's this?"

The bulging-eyed dragon didn't dare to move and said, "He's my brother."

Mr. Song stood up, patted Three-Legged Leopard's arm, and said, "You want me to finish what I have to say?"

"Yes, yes, yes, right, right..." the three-legged leopard nodded hurriedly.

Mr. Song paced slowly, as if speaking to a few people, or perhaps to himself: "Does anyone know what stocks are?"

Three-Legged Leopard immediately chimed in: "High leverage, high return! It's like buying a cigar for 10 dollars in Cuba and selling it for 200 dollars in Hong Kong. That's called..."

Snapped!

After Sanjiaobao finished speaking about the preserved plums, he received another slap from Mr. Song.

Mr. Song patted the three-legged leopard on the shoulder again and said, "Can I finish what I have to say first?"

Mr. Song said, "Stocks are people's predictions of the future. If you predict correctly, you are a winner; if you predict incorrectly, you are a loser. Losers want to win back what they have lost, while winners want to win even more."

Three-Legged Leopard immediately added, "That's right, if you're going to gamble, you can't be afraid of losing."

Before he could finish speaking, the three-legged leopard immediately remembered the two slaps and quickly raised his arm to defend himself.

Mr. Song seemed not to hear him and said, "Human nature is greedy. In the stock market, it's a dog-eat-dog world, survival of the fittest. This is the law of ecological balance, the rule. No matter how greedy you are, you can't change the rule. Do you understand?"

Mr. Song walked up to the bulging-eyed dragon, his voice low and deep.