Hong Kong Comprehensive: The Rise of the King

"And the boss has also promised me that Qiangsheng Group will support us in raising the flag in Wan Chai District. You two should go back immediately and gather all your subordinates. From now on, we will leave Hongtai and join Qiangsheng Group."

Shensha and Lanmingquan's eyes flickered with excitement when they heard this. Qiangsheng Group was well-known for its interference. On the surface, it was an ordinary corporate company, but the power of the underworld under its control was very large. There were also rumors on the underworld that Qiangsheng Group had a close relationship with the higher-ups.

It can be said that the younger brothers in the Shanghai Group are as good as the older brothers in terms of their status outside. At this time, Shensha and Lanming had no time to eat noodles, and hurriedly stood up and shouted excitedly:

"Boss, let's go gather all our brothers together right now."

At night, at the entrance of Yewu KTV.

A luxury car drove up and pulled up. The door opened and the prince slowly got out of the car, followed by a group of younger brothers.

The prince, with a scornful smile on his face, walked into the KTV box with a group of younger brothers behind him.

The prince was half lying on the sofa, with a look of enjoyment on his face. Beside him, there was wine poured for him by Ruby. However, after what happened last time, Ruby was terrified even when staying next to the prince this time, for fear that the prince would attack her.

However, the prince didn't seem to be interested today. After taking a sip of the wine poured by Ruby, he waved to her:
"I came to see Wei Jixiang tonight. Where is he now?"

Just as the prince finished speaking, the door of the KTV box opened, and Wei Jixiang, dressed in a suit, strode in. He sat on the sofa, poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and looked at the prince with anger in his eyes:
"Prince, what is it that brings you to me today?"

The prince frowned and looked at Wei Jixiang with dissatisfaction on his face. At this moment, the prince felt that Wei Jixiang seemed to have changed a lot, as if he was a dog in the past, but now he stood up and wanted to bite people:
"Wei Jixiang, I came to you today to ask you to sign this document. You know that you own half of the shares in the VCD factory. You will make a lot of money after signing this document."

As the prince spoke, he slammed a document written entirely in a foreign language on the table and looked at Wei Jixiang with a teasing look in his eyes.

Wei Jixiang picked up the document on the table with a smile on his face. In the eyes of the prince, he was so happy just because he threw a bone to Wei Jixiang.

But the next moment, the prince slammed the table and stood up, holding the bottle of red wine tightly in his hand, his eyes filled with anger, because he saw that Wei Jixiang had torn the documents he had thrown out into pieces:
"Wei Jixiang, what do you mean?"

Wei Jixiang clapped his hands, and the door of the room opened again. The little bully walked in from outside the room, and with a mocking arc on Jixiang's lips, he said to the prince:

"Prince, people go to higher places, and water flows to lower places. I'm going to be more tactful. I'm going to turn to Qiangsheng Group next. I'll continue to stay in Hongtai, and the same goes for Xiaobawang."

As Wei Jixiang spoke, he took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket, lit the cigarette, and puffs of smoke came out of his mouth. He slowly walked in front of the prince:

"If I'm not being tactful, then I'm going to tell you straight out that you can't just walk out of this room today."

As soon as Wei Jixiang finished speaking, he slapped the prince in the face.

"Snapped."

A clear voice rang out, and the prince covered his face with his hands, full of disbelief. He never expected that the dog he raised would dare to bite its master:
"Okay, Wei Jixiang, you want to betray Hongtai."

"Do you know what the consequences of doing this will be? Do you want your whole family to die with you?"

"Humph."

When Wei Jixiang heard what the prince said, he snorted coldly, picked up the wine bottle beside him and shot the prince in the head with a bang. Red wine flowed down along with blood.

The prince suddenly fell to the ground, covering the wound on his forehead with his hand, and screams continued to come out of his mouth. As for the younger brothers who followed the prince, they had already been subdued by the people brought by the little bully.

This wine bottle could not relieve the resentment in Wei Jixiang's heart. He stepped hard on the prince's hand, causing him to scream like a pig being slaughtered again:
"Prince, don't think that I, Wei Jixiang, am really stupid. I know you are telling people outside that I am just a dog beside you."

"That's right. I, Wei Jixiang, was indeed by your side. I was just like a dog that you could call upon and dismiss at will. When I was no longer useful, you threw me aside. When I was useful, you let me out to bite people."

"But the last thing you should do is to attack my son Dahong. I have been in this industry for so long, and what I want most is to give my son a good life. If you cross my bottom line, don't blame me."

All I heard was screaming coming from the KTV box.

Afterwards, a figure covered in blood and red wine was thrown out of the KTV box. Wei Jixiang was followed by the Little Overlord. The two of them walked in front of the prince, stomped on him hard several times, with disdain on their faces.

Wei Jixiang leaned over, grabbed the prince's hair, and slammed his face into the ground. His voice was extremely cold:
"You always say I'm a dog around you, look who looks like a dog now."

"You really look worse than a dog now. You are just a puddle of mud on the ground. Don't you like to fight? You can even hit a child. Do you feel the pain now?"

"understood……"

The prince lay on the ground like a dead dog. He knew that Wei Jixiang was no longer a dog by his side and he would really do something to him.

People like the prince will not cherish their dignity in order to survive:
"Brother Xiang, I understand."

Hearing the prince's words, the little bully frowned, slowly squatted down, and looked at the prince's bruised and bloody face:
"Prince, do you know?"

"There is no grudge between you and me. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame your father for being so unkind. He always gives you all the good things. Don't blame me for not being able to stay in Hongtai anymore."

After saying this, the little overlord stood up, patted the non-existent dust on his clothes, and turned to look at Wei Jixiang:

"Ah Xiang, take care of the prince, otherwise, there will be more trouble later."

After hearing what Little Overlord said, Wei Jixiang shook his head:

"It is enough for us to beat the prince up. Let's consider the previous accounts as settled. Let's release him today."

"Anyway, the prince has caused a lot of trouble in the martial arts world and has so many enemies. It's not our turn to settle this account. Let's leave it to him."

The Little Overlord naturally understood the meaning of Wei Jixiang's words. After spitting at the prince who was lying on the ground, he gestured to the younger brothers beside him and released all the younger brothers brought by the prince. However, the weapons they were carrying had naturally been confiscated long ago.

"Prince, I will let you go because Hongtai once took care of me."

"If you dare to attack Dahong and Ruby again, don't blame me for not remembering our friendship."

After saying that, Xiaobawang and Wei Jixiang returned to the KTV with their younger brothers without looking back.

The prince, who was lying on the ground, was helped into the car by his younger brothers, and drove away, returning to Uncle Mei's villa.

"boom."

"What? Not only the little bully, but even the dog Wei Jixiang dared to bring his men to betray us. Do they really think that Hongtai is a fucking KVT that can join as it pleases and leave as it pleases?"

Uncle Mei suddenly threw the teacup in his hand to the ground. Looking at the prince who was beaten half to death in front of him, his eyes were filled with endless anger. Puffs of smoke spewed out of Uncle Mei's mouth. He reached out to take out the cigar in his mouth, turned it fiercely in the ashtray, and shouted to the younger brother beside him:

"Go find Ah Bao for me."

"Yes, boss."

After hearing Uncle Mei's words, the younger brother beside him immediately stepped back and carried out the order loudly.

In less than two minutes, the door of the room opened and Bao Rong walked in with an angry look on his face:

"What? I heard that the prince was beaten up. Who is it? Who the hell has the guts to do that?"

Bao Rong walked into the room and saw the prince half lying on the sofa, his face covered in blood and his nose and face swollen. His face was suddenly filled with anger, and the flesh on his face kept twitching.

In his eyes, the prince was actually treated like this, which was a complete lack of respect for Hong Tai, and could even be said to be a slap in the face for Hong Tai.

Bao Rong turned his head sharply, looked at Uncle Mei beside him, and shouted:
"Uncle Mei, who is that?"

"Who on earth has such courage?"

Mei Shushu pointed at the sofa in front of him, signaling Bao Rong to sit down first. He took out a cigar from his arms and threw it in front of Bao Rong. His face flashed with a cold light and was extremely solemn:
"This was done by Wei Jixiang. He is now just like that little bully. He has betrayed Hongtai with all his subordinates and defected to Qiangsheng Group."

After hearing Uncle Mei's words, Bao Rong's face first showed a trace of lack of confidence, and then endless anger, his eyes widened, and his teeth clenched:
"This dog Wei Jixiang actually dared to turn against us. He is really courting death. I must bring people to chop him up."

Uncle Mei nodded towards Bao Rong:

"I asked you to come here because of this matter. The matter of Little Overlord has not been resolved yet, and Wei Jixiang actually dared to betray us. If this matter gets out, I'm afraid that our Hongtai will become a joke in the martial arts world."

"Abao, call all your men and kill Wei Jixiang. If he's alive, you must find his body."

Bao Rong suddenly stood up from the sofa and nodded to Uncle Mei:

"Don't worry, that kid is not very powerful. I will go and deal with him right away."

After saying that, Bao Rong turned around and left the room to gather his subordinates. The next night, there was no moonlight in the sky, and the dark clouds covered the moon.

But on the streets, the lights were dim, and the red, green and yellow neon lights kept flashing. The prince watched his luxury car speeding on the street. Sitting on the passenger seat was a blonde beauty who was wearing very revealing clothes. From time to time, she leaned towards the prince and flirted with him.

However, the prince seemed to have no interest. His brows were furrowed and his teeth were clenched. Until now, the prince still remembered what Wei Jixiang and the Little Overlord had done to him yesterday.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Driven by anger, the prince punched the plate in his direction and said through gritted teeth:
"Wei Jixiang, Little Overlord, you two just wait for me. If I, the Crown Prince, can't deal with you two dogs, I won't have to continue to mix in the underworld in the future."

At this moment, there was a hissing sound, and the prince's luxury car suddenly stalled and stopped in the middle of the road:

"Zhao, what's going on? I'll send it to the garbage dump and scrap it tomorrow."

The prince was already in a bad mood, and now faced with this situation, he knocked on the door a few times, got behind the steering wheel of the luxury car, cursed angrily, and pushed the woman in the passenger seat out:

"Get lost, I'm not in the mood tonight."

Afterwards, the prince got out of the car cursing, took out a coin from his pocket, and walked to a telephone booth on the street. Just as the prince put the coin in and was about to make a call, he suddenly felt a huge force behind him, pressing the prince against the glass of the baffle.

Then a familiar face appeared in front of the prince. This person was wearing a pair of sunglasses that covered the horrifying scar on his face. He had a flat head and a big gold chain around his neck. He was dressed like those dwarfs outside. This person was Sang Bo.

Sang Bo knocked on the glass of the partition with the knife in his hand, with a smile on his face, and said to the prince excitedly:

"Handsome guy, long time no see. I have something to talk to you about. Come with me."

At this time, in an abandoned and dilapidated house, countless newspapers and photos were pasted on the walls for repair, and the only light in the city was a broken chandelier.

However, inside the room, there was a strong aroma. There were two or three bottles of wine and various ingredients on a table, and a pot of hot pot was cooking in the middle.

Sang Bo picked up the chopsticks and added the vermicelli in the hot pot into the bowl, with an excited smile on his face:

"Oh, that feels good."

In front of Sang Bo, the prince, who was stripped naked, covered in blood and with countless wounds on his body, was tied to a pillar with an iron chain. He was dying. The prince shouted to Sang Bo with a hoarse voice:

"Sangbo, if there is anything, I will let Hongtai handle it. Can you let me go first?"

"If you have anything to say, you can talk slowly. Can you let me go first?"

Sang Bo still had a smile on his face, eating the vermicelli in the bowl in big mouthfuls, and occasionally he took a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead:

"It's not that we can't discuss our affairs. You know, I don't like to be in debt. I don't like to owe others, nor do I like others to owe me."

"Look how glamorous you are now, driving this luxury car, and I live in such a shabby place. How about this: you pay me back what you owe me before, and we can work things out, right?"

"Five years ago, I remember you still owed me a gambling debt of three million."

When I heard Sangbo's words, it was like I heard hope. I struggled with my body and shouted:

"Here, three million, right? I'll give it to you."

"I have a phone in my pocket. I'll call my dad. Hongtai will definitely give me three million to save me."

Sang Bo took another sip of vermicelli and winked at the younger brother beside him. The younger brother immediately understood and ran to the prince, took out the phone from his pocket, dialed the number the prince gave, and put the phone in front of Sang Bo.

The call was quickly connected, and Uncle Mei's voice came from the other end:
"Hey, brat, where did you go at night? What's the matter?"

Sang Bo heard the sound and a smile appeared on his face:
"What a good father you are. You care so much about your son. Uncle Mei, do you still remember me? The prince is eating and drinking well at my place now."

Uncle Mei immediately recognized Sang Bo's voice on the phone. His brows knitted tightly together, and his face was filled with anger:
"Sangbo, what did you do to my son? Let me tell you, if you dare to touch a hair of my son, I guarantee you won't see the sun tomorrow."

Sang Bo looked completely indifferent to Uncle Mei's threats. He picked up a toothpick from the table and shaved his teeth, then continued:

"Didn't I just say that? Your kid is enjoying a good meal at my place. He's now being served hot pot. He's all covered in pig blood. I just talked to the prince about settling our scores slowly."

"I want to see the prince for the three million gambling debt he owed me. How about that? It's impossible that your huge Hongtai can't afford to pay it back, right? Otherwise, how about I take the prince to the black market to see how much he can be sold for there?"

After hearing what Sang Bo said, Uncle Mei gritted his teeth, blood seeped out from between his teeth, and he slammed the table hard and yelled into the phone:
"Here, I'll give you the three million right away. If you dare to touch my son, you'll have to wait and see."

"There is no place for you, Sangbo, on this Hong Kong Island."

After saying that, Uncle Mei hung up the phone, then quickly pressed a few buttons on the phone and called Uncle Fatty:
"Uncle Fei, quickly get three million from the company account. My son has been kidnapped and I need this three million to save him."

After hearing Uncle Mei's words, Uncle Fatty's face was filled with horror:

"What? The prince was kidnapped."

"Okay, I'll go get the money now."

While Uncle Mei asked someone to get the money, Sangbo was in the small house.

The prince was still covered in blood and tied to a pillar. Sang Bo looked at the prince with a cold smile on his face. He stood up from his chair and picked up a bottle of chili oil:

"What you said before was really insincere. Before the three million is in my pocket, the accounts between us have not been settled yet. Let me play with you slowly for a while."

Sang Bo gestured to the prince with the chili oil in his hand:
"Hey, this chili oil is very spicy."

After saying that, Sang Bo poured the chili oil in the bottle onto the prince's body. The wounds were mixed with blood and stained with chili oil. The extremely burning pain tortured the prince, making him scream like a pig being slaughtered.

At this moment, a younger brother rushed in from outside with a mountaineering bag in his hand. He patted the mud and rain under his feet, quickly opened the mountaineering bag, and presented it to Sangbo.

After unzipping the backpack, I saw it was full of money, no less than three million.

Sang Bo looked at the bag of money, nodded, threw the bottle of chili oil aside, grabbed the prince's hair with his hands, pressed him against the wall, and held up the backpack in his hand, showing the money inside:
"You said that if you had handed over the three million five years ago, there would be nothing between us, right?"

"Why do you think you are doing this?"

"Look, your dad really loves you. I just made a phone call and got the three million."

The prince was pressed against the wall by Sang Bo. He was extremely weak, gritted his teeth, and pepper water was poured on his wounds. The burning pain made him extremely miserable. He could faint at any time. He gasped for breath and spoke to Sang Bo word by word:

"Sangbo, now that you have received the three million, I have paid off the debt I owed you. Let me go immediately."

After hearing what the prince said, Sang Bo stretched out a finger and waved it in front of the prince:
"No, no, no, these three million are just the gambling debt you owe me. Look at me, I am half-human and half-ghost, and I have spent five whole years. What do you think you should give me to pay me back?"

After hearing what Sangbo said, the prince's face suddenly showed anger and despair, and he shouted at Sangbo:

"What else do you want? Let me go quickly."

Sang Bo's mouth curled up into a smile, which was extremely cold, like a poisonous snake with its fangs bared:
"I don't want anything. I've said before, I just want to take back everything you owe me. Since you can't pay me back, you can only pay with other things, such as your life."

After Sang Bo finished saying this, he grabbed the bamboo chopsticks on the table nearby, pinched the prince's mouth open, and thrust the bundle of chopsticks into his mouth, piercing his throat and trachea, killing him instantly.

Sang Bo reached out and took the towel from the table beside him, wiped his hands of the stomach acid and blood that spurted out of the prince's mouth, and gestured to the younger brothers beside him:
"Clean up this place and just throw it into the trash can outside. It's too humid now and it will stink in no time."

"Yes, boss."

The younger brothers behind received Sangbo's order and quickly cleaned up the prince's body and threw it into the trash can outside.

The lights outside were dim, and in the dark corner of the street, a scream rang out.

A dead person was found in a trash can, his death was extremely tragic.

In the hospital's autopsy room, the door was gently pushed open by the doctor. Uncle Mei, who followed behind, had a very solemn expression on his face. He walked quickly to the body and the doctor reached out to lift the white cloth covering it.

The prince was now pale all over, with obvious bruises on his face. The marks left by the wire had scabbed over and turned into lumps of flesh. He looked so horrible and miserable that one could not help but feel fear at first sight.

Uncle Mei looked at his dead son in front of him, gritting his teeth and frowning. In an instant, he seemed to have become much older. The muscles on his face kept spasming and anger kept gushing out of his eyes.

Uncle Mei's mouth twitched uncontrollably. Anger, sadness, hatred, and all the negative emotions were intertwined on his face. He roared at the younger brother behind him:
"Notify Ah Bao and Fatty immediately. No matter what method you use or how much money you spend, you must find Sang Bo and bury him with my son." (End of this chapter)