Hong Kong Comprehensive: The Rise of the King

Hanchun snorted, crumpled the invitation into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.

Then he said disdainfully: "Those poisonous bastards from the Health Association, they run Western medicine pharmacies, and they are the stuff of desperate people."
I am the Master of Heaven, do I seem to be desperate?
I'm sorry, I'll be smarter in the future and don't bring anything with me. "

"Yes, I understand."

Ali wiped the saliva from his face.

At the Jianhe Association headquarters, the white-haired Ah Huai was sitting in the office with his legs on the desk, crossing his legs very comfortably.

He leaned against the boss's chair, which Liu Jian had been sitting in before. Ah Huai felt that sitting on this chair made him feel more like a boss, so he didn't throw it away.

At this time, Ah Huai had a tea set on the table and was adding tea leaves to the teapot.

This is a habit that Ah Huai has developed recently. Before, with his personality, he had no feelings for tea at all, and No. 4 was his favorite.

However, since he became loyal to Sheng Jiale, No. 4 could no longer touch him, so he imitated Sheng Jiale and drank tea.

Ah Huai fiddled with it for a while, made a cup of tea, took a few sips and put it down with a frown.

"It's not strong enough."

Ah Bad shook his head and muttered to himself.

Then he remembered Hanchun in Beicheng. It had been some time since he asked his braided brother Abiao to send the invitation letter, but until now, he had not received a reply from Hanchun.

"What on earth are you doing? Did A Biao get the job done?" The white-haired Ah Bad muttered, picked up the phone and dialed A Biao's number.

beep.

The call was answered quickly.

"Hello, Boss?"

Abiao said respectfully on the other end of the phone.

"I asked you to send the invitation letter to Beicheng Hanchun, why hasn't he replied to me yet? Did you not send it?" Ah Huai asked.

"Boss, I will definitely handle the things you told me. After I went to Beicheng, his men stopped me and didn't let me go up, so I handed the invitation to him.

As for why Hanchun hasn’t replied yet, I’m not sure. "Braid brother Abiao explained.

"Gan, what's going on? It took me so long."

Ah Bad cursed.

"Boss, if you ask me, Hanchun is a stubborn person. He has always disliked our Health Association. He probably won't reply to you after seeing the invitation letter."

"No, Mad, if he doesn't reply once, just send him a few more times until he replies."

A bad temper came up and ordered.

"I understand, Boss." The braided brother Abiao sighed helplessly.

"That's it, go deliver it again immediately."

After saying that, Ah Huai hung up the phone directly.

Listening to the busy signal coming from the phone, Abiao shook his head.

He put away his phone, put down what he was doing, and got an invitation letter to go to Beicheng again.

For several days in a row, braided brother Abiao would send someone to Beicheng to deliver invitations every day.

But the result was still the same. Hanchun didn't see his person, and even after receiving the invitation letter, nothing happened, and he didn't even get a reply.

Three days later.

In the JAPA office.

boom.

The white-haired bad guy punched the table and yelled: "What kind of plane did Mader make? It's been so long, why haven't I received a reply?"

In front of him, braided brother Abiao stood upright with no expression on his face.

Hearing this, he said calmly: "Boss, I've told you a long time ago that Hanchun has a stubborn mind and will never change what he believes in.

No matter how many times we send invitations, he probably won't respond. "

"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."

Ah Huai waved his hand angrily and swept all the documents on his desk onto the floor.
"Go and call A Zheng over."

"Yes, Boss."

A Biao nodded, walked out of the office and called the bald A Zheng over.

"Boss, what's the matter?" asked the bald brother Azheng.

"Damn Hanchun, I sent him invitations for so many days, but he still didn't reply once. He didn't take me seriously at all." Ah Bad vented his emotions.

"Han Chun is so ignorant of praise? In this case, there is no need for us to talk to him anymore."

Azheng said.

Hearing this, the white-haired bad guy nodded and said, "You're right. Since he won't continue to give him face, there's no need for him to live anymore."

After saying that, Ah Huai ordered: "Go and gather a group of younger brothers immediately and follow me to Beicheng. I want to settle the score with Han Chun."

"Yes, Boss."

Bald-headed Azheng licked his lips, and then left the office with braided brother Abiao.

They quickly gathered some young men with strong combat capabilities, took the guys with them, and organized a convoy.

Since we were just looking for Beicheng Hanchun this time, it was not worth using Sheng Jiale's elite killers. It would be a bit of a waste.

He was just dealing with a simple guy, but Ah Huai and the others didn't take him seriously at all.

In the office, the white-haired Ah Bad took a few deep breaths to calm down the anger welling up in his heart.

He suddenly remembered Sheng Jiale's advice, walked to the full-length mirror, straightened his suit, put on his tie carefully, and then went out.

When we arrived at the entrance of the Health Club, there was already a convoy ready, led by Ah Bad's gray Lamborghini, followed by business vans, all filled with young men.

"Set off."

The white-haired Ah Bad waved his hand, then got into his Lamborghini, and drove out at the head of a roaring sound.

A large group of people headed towards Beicheng.

On the streets of Beicheng, a red BMW slowly drove over and stopped on the side of the road.

A young man wearing a jacket and dressed fashionably came out of the driver's seat.

After seeing this person, the car boy in front of the office building immediately walked up and said with a smile: "Wow, Brother Chao, M6, have you got a new car?"

The person who came down was called Achao, he was the younger brother of Aren in Beiguan.

Seeing the boy's surprise, Ah Chao had a proud smile on his face, pointed at the BMW and said, "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yes, yes, brother Chao has made a fortune recently?" the car boy asked.

"Don't ask so many questions, and remember not to smoke in the car."

Ah Chao said and handed the keys to the car boy.

"Don't worry, Brother Chao."

"Also, if the car scratches you, I will break your feet." A Chao said.

"I know, no."

The carriage boy replied helplessly.

When Ah Chao heard this, he smiled with satisfaction and wanted to walk into the office building.

"Brother Chao, wait a minute."

The carriage boy suddenly patted Ah Chao on the shoulder and shouted.

"What's the matter? Is there anything else?" Achao turned around and asked.

"Tip, tip."

The carriage boy extended his hand to Ah Chao.

It is not considered rash for a car boy to ask for a tip, but it is a common rule in the industry. People who park their cars will generally give some tips.

Those who have money will be given more, and those who have no money will be given less, but in the end, there will always be three melons and two dates.

But Ah Chao laughed, patted the hand stretched out by the car boy, and said, "Young teacher, hurry up and stop the car."

After saying that, he walked straight to the bottom of the office building, where the carriage boy had been before, and muttered "It's a waste of time."

The car boy over there didn't expect Ah Chao to be so stingy, so he couldn't help gritting his teeth.

But he couldn't afford to offend Ah Chao, so he had no choice but to drive his BMW M6 to the underground parking lot.

In front of the office building, there was a simple small table at the carriage boy's place. Chao walked over and took a look inside.

He found an unwrapped box of cigarettes on the table, took it over without ceremony, lit one, and took a puff.

At this time, there was a roar. A Tao turned his head and saw a Lamborghini driving quickly on the street.

"Which rich second-generation family is in the north?" A Chao muttered.

Then I saw the Lamborghini parked in front of the office building, the car door opened, and two young men in crisp suits got out.

One of them had a calm expression, his hair was neatly combed and tied into a braid on the back of his head, and he had a delicate mustache, which made him look quite British.

The other person had a head of white hair and a very crazy expression on his face, which was different from a normal person.

Ah Chao couldn't help but stare at these two people.

The braided brother Abiao adjusted his suit and glanced at Achao. When he saw that he was an unknown person he didn't recognize, he looked away.

"Is this here?" White-haired Ah Huai looked at the office building and asked.

"Yes Boss, Hanchun is upstairs."

Abiao said respectfully.

"Let's go."

As the white-haired Ah Huai said, he walked up to Ah Chao, grabbed a wad of money from his pocket, counted out a dozen and threw them at Ah Chao.

"Take care of the car, or I'll break your legs, hahahahaha."

As he said this, Ah Huai suddenly laughed maniacally without warning, and then walked straight into the office building without waiting for Ah Chao's reply.

The braided brother Abiao followed him, and they got on the elevator together.

Ah Chao was dumbfounded by the white-haired Ah Huai's actions.

He had never seen such a person before, throwing down a lot of money when he walked over, and laughing without any reason.

"Gan, the head shell is broken."

Ah Chao muttered softly when he saw the elevator door closing, and then quickly grabbed the dozen banknotes in his hand and started counting them one by one.

Just at this time, the car boy also parked Ah Chao's BMW M6 and was walking back with a depressed look on his face.

"Who are the two people who just entered? Why do they look so arrogant?"

Ah Chao asked.

Hearing this, the car boy looked back at the monitor. The screen showed a picture of the elevator. He could see braided brother A Biao and white-haired Ah Huai inside.

"It's from the Health Association. It's a recently established society. I heard that they all open Western medicine pharmacies. They make a lot of money. Everyone opens a cattle shop."

The carriage boy said with an envious look.

"Damn, is it really true? So powerful?"

A Chao smiled, then grabbed the cigarette with one hand, counted two bills from the banknotes with the other hand, handed them to the car boy and said:

"Here's a tip for you. Stop saying I'm stingy. Is that enough for you?"

The driver, who thought there would be no tip for this trip, immediately beamed and hurriedly took the two bills.

"Thank you, Brother Chao."

"It's good to have it."

Brother Chao said with satisfaction, and at the same time he took a puff of his cigarette and put the box of cigarettes he took from the car boy's table into his pocket.

He was about to chat with the car boy some more.

At this moment, there was a crunching sound, accompanied by the harsh sound of brakes, and several commercial vans drove up the street.

Then the car door opened, and a large number of young people in suits poured out from above, led by a bright bald man.

It is precisely because of the performance of the car that Azheng and others are lagging behind.

They walked toward the office building aggressively.

Seeing so many people, Ah Chao's heart trembled and he wanted to leave here.

"do not move."

The bald Azheng immediately shouted, stepped over, and grabbed Ah Chao's collar. Ah Chao was also a gangster, and he would immediately resist if he was treated like this.

But then he felt a hardness in his stomach, and when he looked down, he realized it was a firearm.

"Don't move around. I won't be responsible if I accidentally kill you." Ah Zheng said sadly.

"I'm here to get the car, I'm here to get the car."

Ah Chao was immediately frightened and said hurriedly. At the same time, he raised the car key in his hand to indicate that he was a passerby.

The bald Azheng stared at him for a few times and said, "Don't stand here if you have nothing to do. Get out of here."

Then he grabbed Ah Chao's collar and pushed him out.

"Damn, why are you so domineering? Isn't he also from the Health Association?"

Ah Chao muttered as he staggered and almost fell.

He straightened his wrinkled jacket and stared at the backs of bald Azheng and others, feeling a premonition that something might happen in Beicheng today.

Thinking of this, Ah Chao felt a chill in his heart. He felt that it was better not to get involved in these things at this time, and he had to ensure his own safety while watching the fun.

Ah Chao hurriedly ran towards the underground garage, preparing to drive away.

He ran away, but the carriage boy did not have such good luck.

Originally, when he saw so many people rushing over, the car boy wanted to use the walkie-talkie in his hand to report.

But before he could speak, a firearm was pressed against his chin, and all the words were held in his mouth.

Then, under the leadership of the bald Azheng, the boys quickly rushed into the office building and took the elevator up.

Ding.

The elevator door slowly opened.

White-haired Ah Huai and braided brother Ah Biao walked out.

The floor they stopped on was Han Chun's office. After walking a few steps, they saw Han Chun's younger brother Ali standing at the door of the office.

Seeing the braided brother Abiao coming over, Ali frowned and said, "How many times have I told you that our boss will not go to see your boss. He doesn't want to have anything to do with Jianhe."

"It doesn't matter. Since Hanchun doesn't want to see our Boss, our Boss will come here in person today. This time he will be able to see us even if he doesn't."

Brother Abiao said coldly.

Hearing this, Ali looked behind Ah Biao and looked at the white-haired Ah Huai. He felt that this guy was not a normal person at first glance.

When Ali saw that there were only two people coming, he nodded and said, "Okay, come in with me."

Ali is not worried about anything going wrong. There are more than a dozen boys in the office. If the braided brother A Biao and the white-haired Ah Huai have any ideas, they are sure to take them down as soon as possible.

With that said, Ali opened the office and took the two of them in.

"Boss, please come in."

Ah Biao stretched out his hand to Ah Huai.

Ah Huai walked in with his head held high, and those who didn't know it thought he was returning to his own home.

The office was small. The two of them followed Ali and scanned the surrounding area. They saw some young men sitting on the sofa drinking tea in the outer area.

Seeing A Biao and A Huai come in, they all turned their attention, but with Ali in the lead, they quickly relaxed and continued drinking tea and chatting.

Continuing to walk inside, I soon saw Hanchun sitting in front of the computer screen.

"Chairman, people from the Health Association are here." Ali reported to Hanchun.

"Damn, why did you let them in?"

Hanchun looked away from the screen, glanced at A Biao and A Huai, and said:
"Forget it, now that you're here, tell me what you have to say as soon as possible. I don't have that much American time to play with you."

While speaking, Hanchun's eyes returned to the computer screen and continued playing his pinball game.

"Brother Hanchun."

The white-haired bad guy put his hands on the desk, approached Hanchun, and said with an exaggerated expression: "I've made appointments with you so many times, why don't you reply to me?"

Hanchun did not reply to Ah Hui immediately, but waited until the pinball game failed before pushing away the keyboard.
He lit a cigarette and said disdainfully:
"Gan, who do you think you are? You open a Western pharmacy.

Mr. Tian, ​​why should I pay attention to you? Will I reply to you? Who do you think you are. "

"Master Tian?"

The white-haired Ah Huai stared at Hanchun and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Beibei, bad boy, why are you laughing?"

Han Chun felt confused, "Is Mr. Tian funny?"

He stretched out his thick finger and pointed at the white-haired bad guy.

But the next moment, Ah Huai gave the braided brother Ah Biao a look, and the latter understood and lifted up the hem of his suit.

Abiao had a short-handled ax strapped to his waist. He quickly pulled it out and chopped directly at Hanchun's fingers.

In the office, no one thought that Ah Huai would dare to take action, including Han Chun.

In such a blink of an eye, the ax fell into Han Chun's hand.

A thud.

The sharp ax blade cut off Hanchun's fingers and embedded them deeply into the solid wood desk.

"Mader, you dare to attack the boss."

When the boys outside saw this, they were all furious. They slapped the table and stood up angrily and cursed.

But before they could take action, the white-haired bad guy suddenly turned around, took out two small firearms, pointed them at the two fastest movers, and pulled the trigger.

bang bang.

Two consecutive shots knocked these two people down directly.

The firearm in Ah Huai's hand is very special, one is black and the other is white, like a black and white evil spirit.

And with the sound of these two gunshots, the office fell into silence for an instant. No one expected that Ah Huai would be so decisive and shoot as soon as he said it.

Seeing the two boys clutching their wounds and writhing in pain on the floor, everyone swallowed.

"Who else wants to be shot? Come up if you're not afraid of death."

The white-haired bad guy said with a ferocious smile. Even in the face of so many people, he still showed no fear at all, with a crazy expression on his face.

"Everyone come together, so many people will kill both of them."

At this time, a young man in the crowd suddenly yelled.

Incited by him, others also had their thoughts. After all, this is Han Chun's territory, and the younger brothers who can appear here are Han Chun's confidants, and they still have loyalty to Han Chun.

It's just that I didn't wait until these people actually rushed forward.

boom.

White-haired Ah Bad didn't hesitate to shoot again.

The boy who stood up fell down instantly. This time he was shot in the heart. He remained motionless after falling. He was obviously dead.

In an instant, the other boys trembled and did not dare to move again.

Immediately, there was a muffled sound from the office door, and then it was kicked open, and a big bald man walked in. It was Azheng who arrived with a group of young people from the Health Association.

Azheng and others all held firearms and aimed at Hanchun's younger brother as soon as they came in.

"Don't move. Bullets don't have eyes. Anyone who moves will be killed."

Bald Azheng shouted loudly, and the black hole's gun kept pointing back and forth in everyone's faces.

"What on earth are you doing?"

Some of the younger brothers muttered.

"Shut up, I."

Azheng smashed the gun butt, and the two men immediately became honest.

"No," Azheng spat, and then winked at his subordinates, "Keep an eye on these brats."

"Yes."

In an instant, the situation in the office was brought under control by the Health Association. Hanchun's younger brothers were all squatting on the floor with firearms pointed at their heads.

They didn't dare to take a breath, let alone rescue Hanchun.

Among them was Hanchun's number one horse boy Ali. He was also squatting on the ground, with his head shrunk, not much better than the others.

Inside the office.

The braided brother Abiao used force to get his hatchet off the desk.

At this time, in addition to a deep ax mark on the desk, there were three thick fingers and a pool of blood.

"Ah. My hand."

It was only then that Han Chun realized it and covered his hand, which was bleeding heavily.

The expression on his face was twisted, looking extremely painful.

"It hurts me to death."

Hanchun screamed at the top of his lungs, all the flesh on his face gathered together, and the cigarette in his mouth could no longer be held and fell to the ground.

"Gan, you guys, you bunch of bad guys, how dare you attack me."

Hanchun said through gritted teeth.

"Wow, Brother Hanchun, your hand has been cut off, and you are still so arrogant?"

The white-haired bad guy turned around when he heard the sound, pointing two firearms at Han Chun's head.

"I'm Mr. Tian. Do you think you are a bad boy and a poisonous insect?" Han Chun gritted his teeth and said with force.

Seeing this, the white-haired bad guy twitched his lips and considered whether it would be better to just shoot Han Chun to death.

The braided brother Abiao said from the side: "Boss, I told you a long time ago that Hanchun is a stubborn guy."

Ah Huai twisted his neck and said, "There is indeed something wrong with his brain."

At this time, the bald Azheng came over and said, "Boss, what should we do now?"

The white-haired bad guy's eyes fell on Han Chun, looking at the painful look on his face as he covered his severed hand.

When he came here this time, he originally planned to take Han Chun's life directly to relieve his hatred.

But now, he suddenly wanted to give Hanchun another chance.

So Ah Huai said: "A Biao, take this guy to the rooftop."

"Yes, Boss."

Without asking why, the braided brother Abiao grabbed Hanchun's collar and pulled him out from behind the desk as the handaxe was pinned back to his waist.

"Let go of your hand, I will leave on my own." Hanchun shook his shoulders, still showing off.

But Abiao didn't talk nonsense to him at all, and slapped Hanchun on the head.

There was a muffled sound, like the sound of being slapped on a ripe watermelon.

"Gan. Are you beating a dog? Be respectful to me."

Hanchun cursed angrily, but did not dare to delay any longer and walked outside obediently.

"By the way, bring this guy with you." The white-haired Ah Huai pointed at Ali who was squatting on the ground and said.

"Yes, Boss."

Bald Azheng walked over, pointed a firearm at Ali's head, and said, "Stand up."

"Yes, yes, don't shoot, don't shoot."

Ali stood up tremblingly. Facing the black muzzle of the gun, he couldn't keep calm at all.

"Keep an eye on these people and don't let them escape." Ah Huai told his younger brother.

"Yes."

The Jianhe Association boys agreed in unison.

Ah Huai then put away his two firearms, one black and one white, and put them on his waist. Then he straightened his suit and tie and walked out of the office.

The group of people took Hanchun and Ali hostage and took the elevator all the way to the top floor of the office building.

The rooftop was empty and there was no one except for some clutter. It was a good place to do things.

"Gan, stop pushing, I will leave on my own."

Hanchun's voice came from the stairs leading to the rooftop. (End of chapter)