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

Chapter 254 Re-acquaintance

"That's to give you face. Inspector Long? Long Chengbang!"

Wu Shihao spoke in a defiant tone.

On the other hand, Long Chengbang's face was gloomy at this moment.

Dare?

He really didn't dare.

Hong Kong upholds human rights law. Not to mention that he is just a detective, even if Liu Fu did not retire, he would not be able to handle the complaints from the trade union with more than 20,000 members.

What’s more, trade unions and labor movements have always been a sensitive social topic.

Even the foreigners would have a headache, and it's not something that the so-called detectives like them can get involved in.

But Wu Shihao's words were very impolite, which made him feel a little embarrassed. Long Chengbang said in a strong voice:

"Wu Shihao, you don't need to use the union to pressure me. How dare you instigate the coolies to cause trouble? Do you want to be deported?"

His words were not groundless. Since the opening of the port, so-called trade union organizations have been established in all walks of life.

There are good and bad people, and their demands and political inclinations are also different.

Not to mention the earliest "He" (He) and the Ngee Ann Union, which were union groups that were eventually defined as gang-related and forcibly disbanded. Other unions that dared to organize labor movements and make things worse, all ended up having their leaders deported by the Hong Kong British authorities.

"You have no evidence, you just rely on your status as a detective to arrest anyone you want. I don't even need to make a big deal out of it. As long as the dock stops working, those Shanghai people who run shipping businesses will put pressure on you, and your boss will remove you from your position."

Wu Shihao still had his hands stretched out, his tone arrogant.

"Do you want to try it?"

Long Chengbang was suddenly speechless and his face became more and more embarrassed.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

"Hey, Hong Kong is so small, we will see each other every day from now on, there is no need to argue with each other. Give me some face, why don't we all take a step back and just be friends."

Li Zhengtao tried to smooth things over with a smile.

Wu Shihao glanced at Li Zhengtao, and his tense face suddenly broke into a smile.

"A sharp exchange of words? How can Brother Tao say that so exaggeratedly? It's fate that we met by chance this time. Actually, I was just joking with Inspector Long just now."

He decided to quit while he was ahead, put down his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to signal to Long Chengbang.

"Hello, Inspector Long. Nice to meet you again. I'm Wu Shihao."

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Hollywood Road has been a Chinese settlement since the early days of the city, with residents mainly from the working class. After nightfall, people of all kinds come and go on the street.

Near the Man Mo Temple at the intersection of Hollywood Road and Ladder Street, there is a tenement building with a signboard of Dinghua Trading Company.

Downstairs, there were many unfriendly-looking scoundrels gathered in groups of three or five, holding shiny weapons and making loud noises in a ruffian manner, making passers-by avoid them like snakes and scorpions.

Obviously, this tenement building is more than just a trading company as stated on the sign.

At this time, in the office on the second floor of the tenement building, Liu He, the manager of Lian Gong Le, was sitting behind his desk with a sullen face.

"Are they all useless? Even if a lot of people have defected from the society, they shouldn't be unable to defend their territory."

Liu He took a big sip of tea, stood up with an angry face, and paced back and forth in the office.

The news coming from the stalls in Lian Gong Le made him furious. From nightfall till now, in just two hours, almost all the stalls under his control were swept away by the fat pig man.

"It's not your fault, brothers. The fat guy spent money to hire a lot of coolies from the docks, plus the people who joined him, there were so many people that the brothers were caught off guard."

A burly man in a black shirt spoke up.

"This is a fight for territory, not a fight for numbers. Just for a few dozen dollars, the coolies will risk their lives for him!"

Liu He spoke in an irritable tone.

The man suddenly kept silent. After a while, he whispered, "Boss, don't get angry. The fat pig guy will be here soon. The most urgent thing is to ask Inspector Liu Fu to come out."

Upon hearing this, Liu He became even more anxious.

It's not that he hasn't looked for his uncle, but ever since he forced the little singer Guo Qiuju to death and fell out with Chen Zhichao in order to please Sir Xia, Liu Fu had made it clear that he should not act under the name of his former chief inspector.

He even made it clear that everything in the future would depend on him, Liu He, and if he was really capable, he could sit firmly in the position of the boss. If he was not capable, he could let go early and run this trading company with peace of mind.

Now that I think about it, I really shouldn't have offended Chen Zhichao just to please Sir Xia.

If Chen Zhichao couldn't do anything to Sir Xia, a Justice of the Peace, what could he do to him?

But it was too late to regret. He was unwilling to give up the society.

"What? Are you scared? Without my uncle's intervention, is it possible that this huge society, with more than 1,490 people, can't even deal with a fat pig guy?"

"Boss, that's not what I meant..."

The man's desperate explanation made Liu He even angrier. Just as he was about to explode, a loud roar suddenly came from downstairs:
"Kill them."

Then there was a commotion, shouts of killing mixed with the screams of passers-by. There were footsteps, Liu He turned his head and saw his men running up the stairs, gasping for breath.

"what happened?"

"Boss, the fat pig guy is coming with his men to kill us."

The other party exclaimed in panic.

……

A large group of people were lying in a twisted state, blood was all over the ground, and groans were heard everywhere.

Wang Hu was covered in blood. He led a group of people to block the stairs and fought hard to climb up. Behind him, a steady stream of people and horses rushed over.

The gangsters on the stairs seemed to be frightened out of their wits. They waved their weapons in resistance and shouted with all their might, but their bodies leaned back obediently, gradually retreating to the second floor...

A middle-aged man wrapped in a long gown and with an obese figure walked up the stairs to the second floor.

The small office was crowded with people. He looked around and quickly set his sights on Liu He.

"What a waste! Without Liu Fu, you are nothing?"

Liu He swallowed his saliva, forced himself to stay calm and straightened the hem of his suit, pointed at the middle-aged man and cursed: "Fuck you, fat pig! Without my uncle, do you think you can sit on the Dongfuhe restaurant?"

The fat pig stared at Liu He expressionlessly and spoke calmly:

"I've been in prison for eight years, and I've already paid off what I owe him. During the years when I was the boss, most of the money that Tung Fook Ho earned went to him. Without my financial support, would Liu Fu have been able to secure his position as Chief Chinese Inspector? So now he, Liu Fu, owes me."

"so what?"

Liu He continued shouting with a fearless look on his face.

"Do you dare to touch me? Liu Fu is my uncle. I am his only nephew and he is counting on me to take care of him in his old age. If you kill me, you will not be able to survive in Hong Kong!"

The fat man frowned and looked at Liu He without saying a word.

"So what if I let you win? If you have the guts, kill me today, or I will get back at you sooner or later."

Liu He still refused to give in, but his hand unconsciously moved to the lower back and he looked at the burly man under his command without any expression.

There was no extra emotion on the fat pig's face, but his tone suddenly turned cold:
"Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"

"Boss, be careful!"

Before he could finish his words, Wang Hu beside him suddenly yelled, pounced on the burly man, and knocked him to the ground.

"boom!"

Gunshots exploded!

The bullet almost grazed the fat pig man's cheek and went straight into the body of one of his men behind him.

The fat man looked at Sijiu who had fallen to the ground with lingering fear, and suddenly turned his head to stare at Liu He.

What came into view was the pitch-black muzzle of a gun and Liu He with a crazy expression on his face.

"Go to hell you!"

Suddenly, a silver light shot out and pierced his wrist. Liu He felt pain and his pistol fell to the ground.

The young man jumped out of the crowd, pounced forward, and swung his right hand in a knife flower, with the tip of the knife piercing Liu He's neck from top to bottom. His left hand swept across the dagger piercing Liu He's wrist, and with a puff, it pierced Liu He's heart like flowing water.

The sudden change made Sijiu present completely unable to react until Liu He fell to the ground with a blank look in his eyes, and there was no sound in the arena.

The fat pig stared blankly at Liu He's body and said fiercely:
"What are you doing? Who told you to kill him?"

After wiping the blood plasma off the dagger on Liu He's body, the young man stood up and glanced at him with eyes as cold as a tiger's.

"If it weren't for me, you might have died."

"But there's no need to kill him!"

"Liu He's death is your business. We have done our job, and you can finish the rest."

The young man said this, put away his dagger, and turned away without any hesitation.

More than a dozen men dressed as coolies quickly followed and soon disappeared upstairs.

Wang Hu, who had restrained the burly man, saw the fat man standing there motionless. He swallowed his saliva and came up to him: "Boss, Liu He is dead, what should we do now?"

"how could I know?"

The fat pig guy's face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it.

Once Liu He died, Liu Fu, who had been counting on his nephew to take care of him in his old age, would certainly not give up.

Although it was Wu Shihao's men who killed Liu He, the blame should be placed on him.

He turned to leave.

Outside the window, sirens blared shrilly on the street, and the police arrived late.

(End of this chapter)