Hong Kong Comprehensive: Who said that those who practice martial arts have no money?

Chapter 190 Discord is attacked and fought fiercely

Fuxiang Restaurant, private room on the second floor.

There were six people sitting around the banquet, finishing their work at the dock. Because Wu Shihao had something to say, he did not go back to Kowloon. Instead, he invited his close friends Coolie Qiang and Wang Shengguang to come over for dinner.

Coolie Qiang is a boy from the Dan family. Five years ago, his parents went out fishing and encountered a storm. In order to take care of his young sister, he came to the dock to work as a coolie.

Wang Shengguang is a new immigrant who came to Hong Kong half a year ago. He learned boxing and kicking for two years in his hometown from a master who taught boxing for free in the village.

The two are from the same hometown as Wu Shihao, and they dare to fight and fight hard, so they are highly valued by Wu Shihao.

As the banquet came to an end, Xiwei took a piece of roast goose and put it into his mouth. His mouth was filled with oil.

He buried his head while eating and said vaguely:

"Brother, now that we have made money, when will we take my sister-in-law over?"

Wu Shihao swallowed the food in his mouth and shook his head:

"There's no rush. Let's wait until things settle down at the dock. Last month I asked the Overseas Chinese Approval Office to send some money to my family. It would be better for Amei to stay at home."

Qiaopi means remittance and family letter, which is the combination of letter and remittance.

Forced by life or to escape war, a large number of Chaozhou people and people from coastal areas traveled across the ocean to make a living in Southeast Asia and other countries. Since financial postal institutions had not yet been established during this period, money and letters sent back home were delivered by water passengers and overseas Chinese approval offices that specialized in traveling between China and abroad.

"By the way, the other brothers' hard work fees have been paid, this is yours."

Wu Shihao stopped his chopsticks, took out Hong Kong dollars from his pocket and placed them in front of Wang Shengguang and Kuiliqiang.

"Five hundred dollars each."

"Thank you, Brother Hao."

The two of them took the money with smiles on their faces.

"It wasn't me who gave it to me, it was Brother An who gave it to me."

Wu Shihao waved his hand, slowly picked up the wine glass on the table, raised his head and drank it all, his face turned red from the alcohol.

"Brother An is a businessman. When the business grows, he will not be suitable to get involved in the fights between the wharves and other societies. Although we are only doing portage work at the wharf and do not participate in side businesses such as gambling stalls, we are in the right and wrong of the wharf. Land, even if we take over the entire dock, we will definitely have to deal with these societies in the future..."

Wu Shihao is a smart man. From the time Li An left the matters at the dock to their brothers, and during the day he specially introduced him to several detectives from the Sheung Wan Police Station, the meaning was almost self-evident.

This is an era of black and white disorder. The interests of policemen, prefects, and chambers of commerce are so intertwined that there is no such thing as black and white.

Not to mention those detectives, even if it is just the title, the support of those fellow townsmen's chambers of commerce is also indispensable behind it.

As a businessman, it is definitely not suitable to get involved in these things too much.

Even if everyone knows it, at least it is clean on the surface...

On the dock, in addition to normal import and export goods, there are also many general cargo ships owned by commercial banks, and they also transport contraband such as medicine, rubber, steel, and machinery.

Most of these businessmen who appear to be running legitimate businesses secretly rely on smuggling to make a fortune, and the prefixes and gangsters they support can ensure smooth sailing for their firms. So it’s impossible for no one to do business these days.

Not only in official terms, but also in prefixes.

Wu Shihao also knew that Li An was seizing the handling work of the entire dock. On the one hand, he could indeed make money on the dock, and on the other hand, he also wanted to recruit a group of people who could work hard for him.

Li An was a noble person their brothers met when they came to Hong Kong and were hungry and cold. He treated them very kindly and never treated their brothers as outsiders.

Wu Shihao is willing to sacrifice his life for someone who has been favored for thousands of years. What's more, Ang Lee took care of the dock for him. This kind of wealth delivered to his door is something many people can only dream of.

After a pause, he put down his glass and continued:

"You have also seen what happened today. There is only Pier 5. Those foremen have joined forces and have nearly 200 people under their command. They have not yet gone to the society to recruit reinforcements. We don't have enough manpower. With only these 200 people under our command, we can think about it. It’s a bit difficult to capture the entire dock. If those little guys join forces, we may not be able to withstand them. We can just take advantage of these two days to recruit some more people.”

Wu Shihao looked at the two people across the table:

"Wang Shengguang, coolies are strong, I will leave this matter to you. Ask the coolies at Pier 6 if any of them are willing to help."

"No problem, Brother Hao."

The two stopped their chopsticks and responded quickly.

"Also Dawei, put the broker's business aside for now. If the ship owners and managers need someone, they will find them themselves. You have been helping at Pier 5 these past two days."

Dawei, who was immersed in eating, raised his head and responded vaguely: "Oh, I got it, Brother Hao."

Seemingly a little worried, Wu Shihao warned again:

"Xiwei, remember to keep the payment and keep an eye on your brother."

"Brother Hao, I keep an eye on him every day. He hasn't been to the gambling stalls for a long time."

Xiwei helped.

Dawei also nodded repeatedly:

"Yes, Brother Hao, since the last incident in Shek Kip Mei, I haven't gambled for almost half a year."

Wu Shihao listened to the words of the two people, and after a while he said earnestly: "Dawei, don't say that I am unkind as a brother, I am doing it for your own good. I will save your money for you, and I will wait for you next time Ask the fellow villagers in the Overseas Chinese Approval Office to help take it home and build a house for your grandma."

"Know, know."

Dawei nodded.

"It's good to know."

Wu Shihao glanced at Dawei and his tone was a little serious.

He stood up and reached for the bottle.

Suddenly, there was noise from downstairs.

"Shut up! Go upstairs...hurry up..."

Accompanied by faint scolding sounds.

Soon, messy footsteps sounded one after another on the wooden stairs.

Wu Shihao, who was in the private room on the right hand side of the stairs, frowned.

"What's wrong? Brother Hao."

Seeing Wu Shihao frowning and not speaking, Xiwei couldn't help but ask.

Wu Shihao did not answer.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and seemed to be heading straight for the private room where he was. Just as he passed the door, the footsteps suddenly stopped.

Being slightly tipsy, he immediately woke up, and Wu Shihao subconsciously picked up the chair under him.

At the same time, there was a bang, and the private room door was kicked open.

"Kill them to death!"

A loud shout.

A group of people with bright tools in hand poured in from the door.

"Who are you?"

Wu Shihao's pupils shrank, and while shouting, he smashed the chair in his hand.

No one answered. The first person couldn't avoid it and was hit on the head by a chair leg. He was knocked to the ground, slightly blocking their steps.

At this time, Xiwei and the others also came to their senses. They didn't have any trouble. Their expressions suddenly changed and they all picked up the chairs under them.

At this time, these swordsmen also filed in.

These people's eyes were fierce, and they seemed to be no ordinary forty-nine boys. They didn't even say a word, and as soon as they entered the private room, they rushed towards Kuili Qiang and Wang Shengguang, who were facing the door.

Upon seeing this, Dawei, Xiwei and Yaqi quickly grabbed their chairs and stepped forward to help.

Wu Shihao didn't have time to think too much about who the other party was. He picked up the dish on the table and threw it over, then opened the window behind him.

This is the second floor. It’s not too high. If you jump down, you’ll be fine. But if so many people rush in and escape by jumping out of the window, the people behind you will definitely be hacked to death...

"Don't let Wu Shihao escape."

The one who spoke was a young man wearing a plaid shirt and a fierce expression. Before he finished speaking, Coolie Qiang gritted his teeth and rushed towards him, swinging the chair in his hand!

Wu Shihao had no intention of leaving the others and running away alone, so he opened the window just in case.

There are more than ten people on the other side, and there are six people on my side. How can it be so easy to kill myself.

He turned his eyes and stared at the chair in the corner on the right. He took two quick steps, picked up the chair and rushed forward.

……

……

"boom!"

The coolie forced the young man to retreat. With his brute force, the more than ten kilograms of solid wood chair almost knocked the thing out of the young man's hand.

He licked his lips, swung the chair and prepared to get closer, when suddenly he slashed at him with a knife at an angle.

Coolie subconsciously made a dodge move, twisted and retreated, but he was a little late when he was struck by a knife on the back shoulder, his skin and flesh rolled over, and blood rushed out of the wound in an instant.

While he was distracted by the knife, the young man opposite Coolie Qiang was waiting for an opportunity to pounce on him. Coolie Qiang could only endure the severe pain and barely resisted with a chair.

On the other side, the chair in Wu Shihao's hand fell down and hit the swordsman in front of him on the head!

Maybe Wu Shihao used too much force, or maybe the quality of the restaurant furniture was not very good. The moment he hit it, sawdust flew up, and the two chairs broke off one after another and flew out in a swirl. The man was also knocked down directly. The dog-leg knife in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

Without thinking, Wu Shihao threw the chair at another swordsman who rushed towards him again.

While the opponent was dodging, he bent down, picked up the dogleg knife on the ground, and pounced on him.

Raise the knife and strike!

The blade slashed across the opponent's cheek diagonally along the brow bone, leaving a hideous and terrifying incision.

"Ah~"

Along with the screams, a stream of blood shot out.

When life and death were at stake, Wu Shihao didn't care about the blood on his face. His eyes were fierce and without any hesitation, the knife in his hand struck down again.

There was a puff, and the sound of the blade cutting through the flesh sounded again.

Wu Shihao didn't even look at the struggling man on the ground, and looked around at the situation in the private room.

The small private room was crowded, noisy and chaotic, with angry shouts and screams rising and falling.

Xiwei, Dawei, and Yaqi were forced into a corner and looked after each other, but the chairs were heavy and they could only barely resist.

There was a man lying next to Wang Shengguang. His left arm was covered in blood, and he was fending off two swordsmen.

But Coolie Qiang was in some danger. He wanted to step aside, but the two people opposite him didn't want to give him a chance, and the young man kept pressing hard with the dog-leg knife in his hand.

Coolie's shoulders and arms were dripping with blood, he was distracted, and the chair in his hands felt heavier and heavier.

"boom!"

He once again used a chair to block the incoming dog-leg knife. He raised his foot and kicked the young man, trying to force him back. The other man raised the knife in his hand and struck his calf.

Just when Coolie couldn't dodge, he slashed at him with a knife at an angle.

Half of the palm with a string of blood dripping from it, together with the dog-leg knife, fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Pu your mother!"

Wu Shihao's eyes were red, veins popped out on his forehead, and he slashed with another knife, hitting the neck of the screaming man impartially.

The screams in his mouth stopped abruptly. The man covered his neck, blood was dripping from his mouth, and he slowly fell to the ground with unwillingness in his eyes.

"I don't even dare to say my name when I come out to hang out!"

Wu Shihao pounced towards the young man, slashing hard with the dog-legged knife in his hand, hitting the opponent's blocked blade firmly.

"Qiang!"

Accompanied by little sparks, there was the harsh sound of gold and iron clashing.

The moment the two knives collided, the young man couldn't help but take a step back.

Wu Shihao stepped forward quickly, stabbing him one after another, pressing hard again and again.

The young man was frightened and angry, and was forced to retreat one after another.

Once again forcing the young man back, Wu Shihao stopped pursuing him and walked quickly towards Wang Shengguang, protecting the injured coolie.

"Pfft!"

As soon as he came over and saw the two people besieging Wang Shengguang, Wu Shihao raised the dog-leg knife in his hand and slashed one of them on the head.

The swordsman screamed, covering his head and falling to the ground. Blood instantly oozed out from between his fingers and flowed along the ground...

The other person seemed to be startled. As soon as he turned to look at Wu Shihao, Wang Shengguang knocked him to the ground with a chair.

Wang Shengguang gasped, quickly threw down the heavy solid wood chair, picked up the dog-leg knife on the ground, and protected the coolie.

Noticing the movement here, the six or seven people who had forced Dawei and the others in the corner couldn't help but stop and look towards Wu Shihao.

Only then did he realize that half of the dozen or so people he had come this time had fallen down.

Wu Shihao rushed forward quickly, raised his knife and struck down. Just as the opponent was ducking back, he kicked the opponent in the chest, causing the opponent to roll backwards!

Dawei and the other three, who were all injured, saw Wu Shihao rushing towards the other six or seven people. Their expressions immediately tightened and they followed quickly.

……

……

"come!"

At this time, Wu Shihao's eyes were full of murderous intent. While roaring angrily, he raised his knife again.

A knife was slashed at him at an angle.

Wu Shihao stepped back, still unable to dodge, and was cut by the blade on his arm.

He glanced at the wound dripping with blood, turned his head suddenly, and slashed with his backhand. The blade struck the man's chest, and blood splattered all over his hand.

"Pu, your mother! Kill me?"

Wu Shihao's body was covered in blood, and blood flowed along the blade, dripping on the ground drop by drop.

He suddenly rushed forward two steps. The swordsmen seemed to be frightened, and they subconsciously stepped back.

"Aren't you going to kill me? Come on, come on, come on..."

The roars grew louder and louder.

Wu Shihao's eyes were already red from death. He waved the dog-leg knife in his hand, his expression almost crazy.

At this time, all the six people on their side were injured, but they still had no problem fighting hard.

But among the swordsmen who came to kill them, there were only six of them left, including the young man who took the lead. The others were all lying on the ground covered in blood.

The young man let the other five people approach him and stared at Wu Shihao with a sullen expression, but did not dare to make a move easily.

The situation suddenly came to a standstill.

Suddenly, a whistle sounded outside, it was the sound of a police whistle.

(End of this chapter)