That night, Harv was so angry that he stamped his feet in the study. When Huang Huangrong set out today, he vowed to rescue Harry, but he didn't expect that not only could he fail to save him, but he would also lose himself in vain.

A patrol team! The French Concession patrol became a joke throughout Shanghai.

Just when Harv was furious, the servant hurried to the door, knocked on the door and said: "Master, I have your letter."

Harv looked at the clock on the wall. It was already late at night. Who could send a letter so late? Harv was confused and said: "Bring it here."

The yellow envelope was placed on the table. It had no signature or mailing address, and it did not look like an official document. Harv opened the envelope, and there was only a piece of paper inside, with a few lines of concise words: To save Harry, a ransom is required.

One million US dollars, trading at the dock at ten o'clock tomorrow morning.

It was just twenty words. Harf read it over and over for ten minutes. When he saw the last part, his hands were shaking. Then he tore the paper into pieces angrily and rushed downstairs with great strides.

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Huang Huangrong, who was already asleep, was scolded by Harf. He was still a little dazed when he hung up the phone. The third concubine in pajamas came out of the room and said coquettishly to Huang Huangrong: "

Master, it's getting late, no matter how busy you are with business, you can't delay your rest..."

Before the third concubine could finish her words, Huang Huangrong was so angry that he slapped his palm on the table and said angrily: "Go to sleep!"

Huang Huangrong hastily put on his clothes and asked his subordinates to prepare the car. Even with the wine and sex, Shanghai Beach, known as Shanghai Night, was completely quiet at this time. The only sound on the spacious road was Huang Huangrong's car running over the road. He sat on the

In the car, I clenched my fists tightly, feeling angry and annoyed.

He finally found Ye Muxin through the shanty shooting incident, and then followed the clues to find Yang Wei's hiding place. He thought he would be in a hotel this time, but he was attacked suddenly, and he was 100% sure that he could kill Yang Wei.

Kill all the turtles in the urn and leave no trace behind.

But he didn't expect that the team of nearly a hundred people would be defeated by Yang Wei again, and this bastard would dare to ask Harv for a million dollars?

What happened to Shanghai? Why are there so many evildoers? Why didn't I see that Yang Wei was such a ruthless bandit and demon, and he actually used the French Concession as a battlefield?

This is a full one million US dollars! How many cigarettes will be sold, and how many customers will the dancers in the brothel he runs have to accept? Huang Huangrong almost took off his shoes and did not understand the calculation.

For Huang Huangrong, who claims not to know how much money he has, this is all the wealth he has accumulated through hard work. Even for Harf, the chief inspector of the French Concession, it is definitely a big sum. No wonder

Harv would be so furious.

Thinking of Harf's tone on the phone, beads of sweat broke out on Huang Huangrong's forehead. He was furious at the moment and had to think of a way quickly, but Yang Wei's group was not as easy to deal with as he had imagined.

Just as Huang Huangrong was racking his brains, the car had stopped in front of the house of Harf, the chief inspector of the French Concession. Huang Huangrong gritted his teeth and got out of the car. As soon as he entered the door, Harf slapped him on the head.

Cursing.

Harf pointed at Huang Jinrong's nose and said politely: "Didn't you say they are just a few street gangsters? Are these the street gangsters in your eyes? You pig head, are you worse than a street gangster? The French

Money is not used to support a loser like you, and our patrol officers are not killed in vain with you. Tell me, why should I choose an out-and-out idiot to be the only Chinese inspector general in the French Concession?"

After all, Huang Jinrong is one of the three tycoons in Shanghai. He is admired by millions of people on weekdays. Even Fan Jincheng, the "big" veteran of the Shanghai Youth Gang, dare not speak to him in such a tone. What's more, this incident cannot be entirely blamed on him.

On Huang Huangrong's mind, if Harry hadn't gone to Beauty Spring Night to cause trouble, and if he hadn't insisted on going with the Japanese military police to round up Yang Wei and his group, would there have been such a result now?

Huang Jinrong was furious in his heart. He was not Haliwen's father, so he had to wipe his ass when he caused trouble outside? It was Yang Wei who bit Haliwen, and it was Haliwen who beat Yang Wei half to death. It was so satisfying for them to plot revenge.

Whether it's grudges or grudges, it has nothing to do with him, but now he is pinched on both sides.

The more Huang Huangrong thought about it, the angrier he became. He stiffened his neck and glared at Harv angrily: "Am I a loser? What would happen to Harif if he didn't provoke Yang Wei? Am I an idiot? Even the most capable person in the world can't deal with him.

The mess!”

Harf's eyes suddenly widened and he was stunned. He didn't expect that this fat man would dare to talk back to him. However, what Huang Jinrong said was not unreasonable. If Harry hadn't taken the initiative to cause trouble, the matter would not have reached this point.

Moreover, he had to rely a lot on Huang Jinrong for this matter. Now was not the time to deal with this guy. Thinking of this, Harv couldn't help but be speechless and didn't know how to answer.

Although Harf has not been in China for a long time, he also knows that there is a saying that "rabbits bite when they are anxious". At this juncture, if Huang Jinrong becomes anxious, it will not be good for him.

As a result, at least I still have to rely on him to rescue Haliwen.

Harf took a deep breath, his tone suddenly softened, and he said in a deep voice: "Haliwen is still young and not sensible, but it is precisely because of this that I placed him next to you. Now something like this has happened.

You can't completely shirk the responsibility, after all, the cause of the incident is your beauty Chunxiao."

Huang Huangrong breathed heavily, and his raised eyebrows slowly fell down. He thought that if he really fell out with Harv, not only would Liren Chunxiao's business not be able to continue, but it would also be impossible.

It would be better to frame him up, and then the gains would outweigh the losses. Huang Huangrong felt extremely pressured, so he gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't say I didn't care. It's just that I have to think of a plan and act cautiously on this matter." Tempering Blood Mountains and Rivers

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The two sides were strong and the weak were wrestling with each other. Seeing that Huang Huangrong's mood had stabilized, Harv quickly pursued the victory, approached Huang Huangrong and whispered in a low voice: "No matter what, you have to handle this matter well. This is not just Harry Wen."

This matter is more related to the face of our French Concession and the prestige of you, the Chinese Inspector General. If you do not handle this matter properly, even if I can save you, will you still have the face to continue sitting in this position?

?”

Huang Huangrong's heart tightened. After he calmed down, his reason prevailed again. He knew that Harv's words were not child's play. Besides, if even Yang Wei's group of scoundrels could make Huang Huangrong lose his official title,

, then I have been living in Shanghai for nothing these years.

Seeing that it was getting late, Huang Huangrong was upset and couldn't think of a solution, so he was about to find an excuse to run away. As soon as he took two steps, he heard Harv loudly say: "There is one more thing.

, Inspector Huang, it’s not that I can’t come up with one million US dollars, but I will never give up my dignity to a group of ruffians. I think you can definitely think of a way to get the best of both worlds.”

Harf had a gentle and trusting smile on his face, but Huang Jinrong just wanted to kick his high nose to the back of his head. He wanted to save people but didn't want to pay for it, so he just said, what's the matter of dignity and disrespect, dog?
Chapter completed!