Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings.

Chapter 932 0920 [Cruel and ruthless]

at the same time--
Li Zhaoheng, the future head of the Li family, did not stay at home, but in the villa he rented in Sham Shui Po.

What he hates most is staying in the same place for too long, be it New York, Wall Street, home, or here.

His favorite thing to do when he was studying abroad was to wander around aimlessly by himself.

No one knows him and no one cares about him.

He can forget everything and be free, without any constraints.

Perhaps this love of freedom has something to do with his education since childhood.

When he was ten years old, the Li family suffered a sudden change. His grandfather, Li Xizhen, the founder of the Li family, was shot and killed in the street. The Li family faced unprecedented difficulties. Not only was there no leader, but other bigwigs were also eyeing the Li family.

Helplessly, he started helping his father resell medicines in his hometown when he was ten years old. Now he has been in the business world for more than 20 years. He is the only Chinese businessmen in Hong Kong who has become a leader in his industry in his thirties.

While his peers are full of ambition and working hard to expand their businesses in Hong Kong, Li Zhaoheng has begun to consider gradually freeing his family business from the constraints of this tiny place, and if possible, even moving the family to the United States.

In fact, Li Zhaoheng has never denied that the rise of the Li family was based on the sale of Y films, which is not very aboveboard. However, Li Zhaoheng believes that heroes emerge in troubled times, and heroes do not care about their origins. Now the Li family no longer does that kind of business and has completely cleaned themselves up. Therefore, Hong Kong people should give the Li family another chance and not keep holding on to the past.

Li Jia has been enduring for more than 30 years in order to clear his name. He feels that he can no longer endure it. This is also the main reason why he chose to go against Du Yongxiao.

Du Yongxiao represents the emerging class in Hong Kong and is a big shot in this class.

The Lee family is an old family in Hong Kong, representing an era.

Li Zhaoheng wants to defeat Du Yongxiao in order to tell everyone that the Li family is no longer the same Li family as before. A big family is still a big family and will never collapse, let alone fail.

This is his final battle to become the leader of the Dingli family, and it is also his final battle representing Hong Kong's old family, so he cannot lose!
Li Zhaoheng was lying in bed thinking that after defeating Du Yongxiao and becoming the leader of the family, he would issue orders and no one in the Hong Kong business community would dare to disobey him. He would then expand the family business to the United States and move the family to America. At that time, he would become the most powerful Chinese businessman in the world, instead of being a second-class citizen in this tiny country.

Yes, he can do whatever it takes to achieve his goal, because he firmly believes that as long as you succeed, no one will know or care about what business you have done or how much blood is on your hands. All they will see is your glory, your current honor.
I will climb to the top of the mountain and look down on all the other mountains!

This is what a strong person should do.

The more he thought about it while lying in bed, the more energetic he felt. Besides, most of the beds here were traditional hard beds, and he was more accustomed to the American spring beds. After moving around a bit, he felt a little sore in his waist and limbs, and he was no longer sleepy. Li Zhaoheng got up, picked up the cigarette on the bedside table and prepared to open the window to smoke one.

Crunch!

As soon as the door and window opened, a black man appeared at the window and looked at him warily.

The black man was about 27 or 28 years old, with long curly hair, a strong body, and sharp eyes. Looking closely, he was like a black panther lurking by the window.

His name is "Badman", a typical South African black man who met Li Zhaoheng when he smuggled into the United States.

At that time, Badman was penniless and living on the streets. It was Li Zhaoheng who found him a place to stay and provided him with three meals a day.

Badman was filled with gratitude to Li Zhaoheng and said that he was willing to work for Li Zhaoheng like a slave for the rest of his life. Li Zhaoheng said that it was unnecessary because there were many people who worked for him like a slave. What he lacked was a bodyguard, someone he could trust.

So Badman was finally sent by Li Zhaoheng to the "Shaolin Martial Arts School" in Los Angeles, USA, to practice "Iron Shirt" and "Iron Finger Kung Fu".

Badman was gifted and willing to work hard, so he made great progress in just three years. His iron shirt made him invulnerable to swords and guns, and his iron finger skills could penetrate wall bricks, which were more powerful than bullets.

Eight years later, when Badman returned from studying martial arts at the Shaolin Temple in Los Angeles, Li Zhaoheng verified his kung fu in person and gave him a Chinese name, "Black Panther".

At this moment, Black Panther saw that it was Li Zhaoheng who pushed open the window, so he prepared to step back a few steps and get out of sight.

"Abao, come in and chat with me for a while!" Li Zhaoheng said to the black bodyguard.

Black Panther grinned, revealing the big white teeth unique to black people, then turned and walked in from the other side.

"Come on, have a cigarette!" Li Zhaoheng saw Black Panther come in, shook the cigarette box, and took out a Marlboro.

"You also know that we martial artists don't smoke. It's bad for the lungs! What's more, I practice hard qigong—"

Black Panther made a gesture of refusal. He spoke Chinese fluently. If you didn't look at his appearance and only listened to his voice, you would think he was Chinese.

"Just one, please!"

Li Zhaoheng smiled.

He seldom asks anyone for help, especially asking someone to smoke with him like this.

Black Panther hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly took the cigarette and said, "Just one."

"Okay, okay, just one." Li Zhaoheng smiled happily like a child.

For him, he went to study in the United States very early and had almost no feelings for his brothers at home. On the contrary, he was as close to Black Panther as a brother when he met him in a foreign country.

Black Panther was very loyal to him. Whenever Li Zhaoheng, a Chinese in the United States, was discriminated against, it was Black Panther who taught those white discriminators a lesson for him every time.

There was even one time when several white students tricked Li Zhaoheng into a chemistry laboratory, locked the door, and deliberately set fire to it.

Li Zhaoheng was cornered in the fire and was about to be burned to death. At this time, Black Panther broke through the door and rushed in from outside, picked up Li Zhaoheng who was lying on the ground, and saved him from the fire.

Afterwards, Black Panther found those white students and used his Iron Finger Technique to cut holes in their stomachs!

Black Panther obviously didn't really know how to smoke. He took the cigarette from Li Zhaoheng, lit it and took a puff. He coughed a few times, looked at the cigarette and said, "No wonder our Shaolin Temple master said that cigarettes are bad for people. If you smoke too much, you can't control your qi. The first key to nourishing qi is to open up your whole body and get rid of the mixed qi!"

Li Zhaoheng couldn't help laughing: "If I didn't look at your appearance, I would have thought you were a traditional Chinese martial artist, not from South Africa at all."

Black Panther shrugged: "Maybe I was Chinese in my previous life. At least I love China, Shaolin, and Chinese Kung Fu!"

Li Zhaoheng nodded: "I admit this! So I'm thinking -" he looked out the window, "If I succeed one day, I will open a Shaolin Temple for you in South Africa. At that time, you will be the abbot of the Shaolin Temple and recruit disciples. How about that?"

Black Panther followed Li Zhaoheng's gaze and looked out the window: "I can control myself and motivate myself, but I don't know how to teach others! Teaching others is the biggest problem in the world, because there are too many smart people in the world, and they all think they are the smartest and never listen to others' nagging..."

Li Zhaoheng smiled: "You are right! Especially we Chinese people are most particular about the fact that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts... Everyone likes to be a teacher, few like to be a student! Well, I am getting off topic. Let me ask you, if I really build a Shaolin Temple for you in South Africa, would you be willing?"

"I do not want to."

"Uh?"

"Because I don't want to leave Mr. Li." Black Panther looked at Li Zhaoheng and said, "You saved me in America and gave me a second life. I said I would repay you for the rest of my life!"

"Fool! If you want to talk about repaying something, you have already done it!" Li Zhaoheng said, holding a cigarette between his fingers: "Have you forgotten that when I was in school in the United States, someone locked me in the room and set it on fire, and you risked your life to save me. So, now we don't owe each other anything!"

"Mr. Li, please don't say that. I owe you..."

"Haha, okay, if you insist on saying that, I can't help it!" Li Zhaoheng shook his head helplessly and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Black Panther looked at him, "Mr. Li, are you worried about something?"

"Did you see it?"

"I've been with you for so long, I've got some insight."

"Haha!" Li Zhaoheng laughed dryly. "It's a bit annoying, but I've figured it out."

"Uh, what do you mean?" Li Zhaoheng looked at Black Panther, "Please help me with something!"

"whats the matter?"

"A trip to jail!"

"Uh?"

"Someone has to be eliminated."

"Who?"

"Lian Haolong!"

"Yes, I'll do it right now!"

“Why didn’t you ask me why I did this?”

"Since you ordered it, Mr. Li, you must have your reasons."

"Haha, you trust me so much, aren't you afraid that I will deceive you?"

"Not afraid."

"why?"

"Because my life has long been yours!"

"Okay!" Li Zhaoheng turned around and patted Black Panther on the shoulder. "I will arrange for you to go to Stanley Prison tonight. Lian Haolong is very skilled. I don't trust anyone except you!"

"Yes!" Black Panther's eyes were sharp.

After Black Panther received the order and left, Li Zhaoheng looked outside again.

He had no choice but to kill Lian Haolong.

First of all, Lian Haolong holds his secret. As long as Lian Haolong is alive, this secret will be exposed sooner or later.

Secondly, Lian Haolong refused to accept my kindness in prison, and it was obvious that he wanted to use this to blackmail me, meaning that I won’t fall for it, and when I get out, I will have the final say!
Finally, they killed Lian Haolong and framed Du Yongxiao for the crime. In this way, no matter how powerful Du Yongxiao is, he will have no way to defend himself! Besides, the Ming Pao incident has not yet been resolved. Du Yongxiao is blamed for this. Let's see how he will die? Lian Haolong's younger brother Lian Haodong may even go after Du Yongxiao to avenge his elder brother...

"Just like my father said, I acted in a despicable way! But how many successful people in this world are noble people?" Li Zhaoheng said to the night outside the window, "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. It has been like this since ancient times! When I succeed, everyone will worship me. Who will care how I succeeded?"

"The Bloody Hand Butcher Du Yongxiao? Let's see who is more ruthless, you or me?"

Li Zhaoheng took a deep puff of his cigarette and blew it out the window.

……

Stanley Prison is the most famous prison in Hong Kong, holding the largest number of serious criminals and death row prisoners in Hong Kong.

From the time Stanley Prison was built in 1937 until the last death row inmate was executed in the autumn of 1966, all death penalty cases in Hong Kong were carried out in this prison for nearly 30 years.

As the British practice is followed, there are no funerals for death row prisoners. Their bodies will be buried in a cemetery near Stanley Prison. Their families do not have the right to take their bodies back for burial, and they cannot even enter the cemetery to pay their respects.

According to municipal regulations, the remains of executed prisoners would be handed over to their families for disposal seven years later. If no one handled or claimed the remains, they would be handed over to the then Municipal Affairs Office for transfer to the Shaling Public Cemetery in Luohu for burial.

Lian Haolong has been here for almost a week, and all the serious criminals and death row prisoners are now very respectful to him when they see him.

It wasn't like this when I first came here.

Every new prisoner who arrives in Stanley will be "bullied" by the four kings of the prison.

The so-called Four Heavenly Kings are actually the four most vicious and cruel people in the prison. They are "King of Killing", "Big Steel Teeth", "Old Ghost" and "Yellow Spring".

These four men were extremely vicious and commanded the four warehouses in the east, west, south and north of the prison.

All newcomers who come here have to accept their "welcome ceremony" - being stripped naked and beaten, being blocked in the sink and eating shit, being massaged on the back by the boss, having to pour urine, and even becoming a tool for the boss to vent.

It can be said that those cowardly and incompetent prisoners were treated horribly in their hands. Even if they were not tortured to death, they would be tortured crazy.

Unfortunately, the Four Heavenly Kings encountered a tough opponent this time, that is Lian Haolong.

Lian Haolong is fat and strong. He has eaten overnight porridge and practiced kung fu. In particular, his northern style kung fu is pure hard-core. He is good at tiger fist, flipping fist, and xingyiquan.

It is conceivable what would happen if the Four Heavenly Kings met Lian Haolong.

The four of them agreed on a time, three of them were guarding outside, and the Killer King was alone and full of confidence. Although he knew that Lian Haolong was the big boss of the Zhong Xin Yi Society outside and heard that he was very powerful, this was Stanley Prison, not the outside world!

He is the king of killing people, so he is the king here!

He wanted to teach Lian Haolong a lesson, to let him know that even if you are a tiger, you have to stay here, and even if you are a dragon, you have to coil! Don't be so arrogant!

The other three kings, like the Killer King, also looked down on Lian Haolong.

They believed that with the Killer King's presence, Lian Haolong would definitely be dead. After all, the Killer King was the strongest among them, and there was nothing in the entire Stanley Prison that the Killer King couldn't handle.

For this reason, the three of them closed the toilet door and stood outside to make a bet on how many minutes it would take the Killer King to beat Lian Haolong into a pig's head.

Huang Quan said three minutes.

Lao Gui said two minutes.

Big Steel Teeth said one minute.

Their bet was ten packs of cigarettes, of which the brands were three or five.

In the toilet -
When the Killer King among the Four Heavenly Kings trapped Lian Haolong in the toilet and joked that he wanted to stuff Lian Haolong into the toilet to defecate, Lian Haolong took action. He used his fierce fists and beat the Killer King all over his body in just three or two rounds. In the end, Lian Haolong grabbed the Killer King's hair and smashed the urinal, then dragged him away and stuffed him into the toilet!
Thirty seconds!
After dealing with the Killer King, Lian Haolong only had a scratch on his arm. He pushed the door open and looked at the other three kings who were waiting for good news outside the toilet.

When the three saw him, their eyes widened and their mouths opened as if they had eaten a huge duck egg.

They never dreamed that the person who came out was not the killer they thought was sure to win, but the fat man Lian Haolong in front of them.

Lian Haolong looked at the three of them, hooked his finger at them contemptuously, took a horse stance, and made a tiger fist posture: "Who will go first?"

Three of you, look at me, and I look at you.

Lian Haolong shook his head and challenged them in an arrogant tone: "Okay, you losers, come on together!"

At this moment, Lian Haolong was fighting one against three, and his momentum was not weak at all.

On the contrary, his entire aura exploded!

Facing the three heavenly kings is like facing three ants!

(End of this chapter)