Several men with unkind expressions gathered around and blocked the way to the Eight-faced Buddha.

The Eight-faced Buddha became angry immediately, looked at Marin with a sullen face, and shouted: "Marin, what do you want to do? Want to kill me? Take advantage of others?"

"Don't get me wrong, after all, we have worked together for so many years." Ma Lin smiled slightly, "If you take the initiative to hand over the business, I will let you live."

"Also hand over your human organ business." Brother Song added, "We guarantee your safety, you can go abroad."

"Hahahahaha." The Eight-faced Buddha suddenly laughed, "You want to swallow my business, hahahaha, and you also want to swallow the business of human organs, hahahaha."

Marin looked at the Eight-faced Buddha going crazy with a sneer, and said calmly: "Okay, don't waste time. There are only two ways in front of you. What do you want to choose?"

The Eight-faced Buddha said nothing and turned to look at Shapi, who had been silent next to him.

Sharpei pulled down the sunglasses on his face, exposed his eyes, and looked at Marin disdainfully, "Hey, you want to take away my boss's business. Have you ever asked my boss for his opinion?"

Brother Song smiled contemptuously, "Oh, do we need to ask? Hahahaha."

Everyone present laughed wildly and made sarcastic remarks.

"Who do you think you are? Do you have any say in this?"

"Your boss doesn't dare to speak, so there's no need for you to talk too much here."

Shapi suddenly smiled, stretched out his hand and nodded at these people one by one, "You guys are very cool, okay, it doesn't matter. Let's talk alone later."

"Brother Jianjun, let's go."

Shapi turned around and started to leave, but immediately two gangsters came up to him with guns in hand.

Cuenca, who was sitting on the side, shouted, "Get it for me."

The gangsters rushed forward with curses and stretched out their hands to twist Shapi's arm.

Wang Jianjun, who had been standing motionless on one side, suddenly moved and ran out like a cheetah hunting.

He struck out with a palm, tilting the body of the gangster who was standing in front of him, sweeping his whip leg, and flew straight out.

With a flick of his body, he passed through the crowd and kicked over the table in front of him.

Various drinks and teacups flew up and hit the gang boss head-on.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden attack, and was sprinkled with various soups and liquids all over them.

Before he could react, Wang Jianjun pinched Ma Lin's shoulder with one hand and lifted him up on the chair.

A pistol slipped out of the cuff of his right hand and pressed hard against the aorta of Marin's neck.

"Don't move!"

Everyone was shocked and subconsciously took a few steps back, fearing that they would be taken hostage.

When Ma Lin's men saw this, they panicked and immediately rushed forward and pointed their guns at Wang Jianjun.

"Put the gun down!"

"Let go of General Marin!"

"kill him!"

"Don't move!" Marin's adjutant shouted, stopped the excited men, pointed at the Eight-faced Buddha and Shapi, "grab those two first."

Shapi laughed loudly and advanced instead of retreating. At the same time, he suddenly opened the front of his clothes, revealing a bunch of round grenades hanging in the inner lining, and his fingers were put on the pull rings.

"come!"

Everyone present was startled and gasped, and the atmosphere fell silent instantly.

Shapi took a step forward with a ferocious look on his face and shook his finger, "Come on! Come if you are not afraid of death!"

The people present subconsciously stepped back and looked at each other.

Not to mention the gang bosses present, even the Eight-faced Buddha was shocked.

Damn it, you just came here with a grenade, and it exploded due to the bumps on the road.

"Don't move!" Marin's adjutant also panicked and turned to look at Marin, "General?!"

Marin frowned and nodded.

The adjutant waved his hand, "Everyone, step aside."

Watching his men retreat slowly, Ma Lin pretended to be calm and looked at the Eight-faced Buddha, "Wei Xingguang, what do you want to do?"

The Eight-faced Buddha was a little confused when he saw this situation, but he was also hit by a hail of bullets, so he quickly reacted and laughed.

"That's enough tea for today. It's not too much to ask General Marin to give us a ride."

"General?!" Marin's adjutant asked eagerly.

Marin waved his hand and said, "It's okay to send it. Let's make it clear where to send it first to avoid misunderstanding."

"Just give us a hundred meters." The Eight-faced Buddha shook his finger, "Tell your men not to follow us, otherwise I will have to apologize."

"Okay!" Marin nodded sullenly, "You all get out of the way, I'll go see off the guests."

The Eight-faced Buddha took out his gun, stepped forward and took over control of Marin, and slowly walked towards the manor with Wang Jianjun and Shapi.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of gun-toting thugs, several people got into the car and slowly drove out of the manor.

Marin's men immediately jumped into the car and followed him from a distance.

After the Eight-faced Buddha's car drove for a while, Shapi opened the door and kicked Marin out.

Marin rolled several times on the dirt road and became dizzy after falling.

The belated men immediately rushed over and helped Marin up, "General, are you okay?"

Marin's face was full of anger, and he gritted his teeth and looked at the car going away, "If you don't drink a toast, you will be fined. If you are too soft, then you can be hard."

"Go back and call everyone to gather!"

…

"It's too much to bully people!" The Eight-faced Buddha walked back and forth in the living room with his anger still lingering, "It's simply too much to bully people!"

"Mr. Zhao, they are eyeing our business and want to rob it. Please make an idea."

Hong Wengang, who was sitting aside, was holding a cup in both hands, pretending to be worried, secretly observing Qin Yi's reaction.

But Qin Yi remained expressionless from beginning to end, listening to the Eight-faced Buddha's narration as if he was talking about an unrelated matter.

"Mr. Zhao, I'll call all my men here right away. Let's fight with them." The Eight-faced Buddha said fiercely, "The worst is possible!"

"Mr. Zhao, don't worry, I will do my best to protect our business."

Qin Yi looked up at Shapi who was sitting aside, "Brother Shapi?"

Sharpei shrugged and laughed, "I'm bored."

Qin Yi looked at Wang Jianjun again, "Brother Jianjun?"

Wang Jianjun sneered, "A bunch of happy people just did it casually."

Qin Yi nodded and looked at Hong Wengang instead.

Hong Wengang was shocked and immediately expressed his stance, "I fully support any decision made by Mr. Zhao!"

Qin Yi smiled slightly, picked up the tea cup on the table, and took a sip lightly, "The world is not about fighting and killing, it is about human relations."

"Don't think about using force to solve everything. When everyone comes out to hang out, they want to be harmonious and make money. Do you think that's right?"

The Eight-faced Buddha and Hong Wengang were stunned, with countless thoughts running through their minds. They hesitated for a while, not knowing what Mr. Zhao was thinking.

But they didn't dare to ask directly, so the atmosphere became silent.

Qin Yi looked up at the two of them and said with a smile: "You still have a lot of customers, right?"

The Eight-faced Buddha hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Hong Wengang's heart sank, and he quickly said: "I still have some contacts with some wealthy Chinese in Southeast Asia, but..."

"You ask them to come over within two days, no matter what method you use." Qin Yi turned to look at the Eight-faced Buddha, "Same for you."

The Eight-faced Buddha was very surprised. They were about to get into trouble. Why did they bring a group of rich people here?

"Mr. Zhao, what are you doing?" Hong Wengang asked with some confusion.

"I have a big business to talk to them about." Qin Yi smiled slightly, "Don't you think that I have been working hard for a long time just for a small business like human organs?"

"ah?"

"The market in the medical and health field is infinitely broad. Don't limit yourself to vertical segments. You should open up new tracks and find blue oceans." Qin Yi raised his cup, "Remember, the 21st century is the century of biology."

…

A luxurious estate on the outskirts of Bangkok.

A white private helicopter slowly landed towards the apron with an "H" painted on it. As soon as it came to a stop, the bodyguard in a black suit beside him quickly opened the door against the strong wind blown by the rotor.

"Sir, please come this way!"

Next to this helicopter, there were at least six or seven helicopters parked.

An old man who was nearly seventy years old walked down slowly with the help of everyone on crutches.
To be continued...