Hong Kong Film: Short mules have no future, I am in charge of Hong Kong

Chapter 252: Stop when you have had enough of the trouble. Whoever makes trouble again will die

That night, every corner of Xiwan was in chaos due to Jin Shao's men. The freight route was blocked, and people entering and leaving were chased and beaten. The whole Xiwan seemed to be drawn into an endless tug-of-war.

When they returned to the boxing gym, Ah Liu slammed his fist on the table and growled, "Boss Su, we can't stand it anymore! Young Master Jin is trying to force us to death!"

Su Hanze sat on the sofa and looked at Ah Liu calmly: "Be patient, Mr. Zhao will teach Young Master Jin a lesson soon."

"But the brothers can't hold on any longer!" Ah Liu's voice was filled with anger and grievance, "Boss Su, you asked us to hold on, but how can we hold on?"

Su Hanze did not answer immediately, his eyes still looking at the night outside the window. He knew that Ah Liu was right, the brothers in Xiwan were almost driven crazy, but he could not be impatient, if he was impatient, Young Master Jin would win.

"Tomorrow... everything will change." Su Hanze said softly, his voice so low that it sounded like he was talking to himself.

The wind blew in from the window, bringing with it the dampness of the sea water. In the night-shrouded West Bay, the storm was about to break out. And it was still unknown who would survive this storm.

At three o'clock in the morning, the night in Xiwan was already freezing cold, but under the dim street lights, the cars owned by Mr. Jin remained motionless, and the shadows in the cars were looming, like dormant venomous snakes, waiting for the right moment to launch a fatal attack.

Su Hanze sat on the shabby sofa in the office. The dim light from the window shone on his face, outlining a tired and hard outline.

He held a cigarette in his hand, the butt was half burnt, the ash fell from his fingertips, like the endless pressure accumulated during this period. His eyes were so deep that it was hard to see through, but the calculations in his mind had already been running thousands of times.

Ah Liu sat opposite him, looking tired but still fierce in his eyes: "Boss Su, the brothers just had a meeting, they said if they continue to be surrounded like this, they will be distracted sooner or later. Xiwan is our territory, and Young Master Jin is about to tear off his face. If we continue to endure it, the brothers will really not be able to hold on."

Su Hanze did not answer, but quietly took a puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke. He knew that Ah Liu was telling the truth. The brothers in Xiwan had been gritting their teeth and holding on for the past few days. Although they seemed to be doing well on the surface, they had actually reached their limit.

Jin Shao's fleet was like a wall, blocking their business, freight, and even entry and exit. People outside were watching the joke, and some even said privately that Xiwan's territory was about to change.

"Even if you can't bear it, you have to bear it." Su Hanze said in a low voice, staring coldly at the map on the table, "Mr. Jin is anxious, he has no more cards. Wait a little longer, Mr. Zhao's people will definitely make a move tomorrow."

Ah Liu's frown did not loosen, and his fists were clenched tightly. "Boss Su, we have no say on whether Mr. Zhao's people can be moved. What if...what if Mr. Zhao hesitates, what should we do?"

"Mr. Zhao won't hesitate." Su Hanze put out his cigarette butt in the ashtray, his eyes showing a hint of determination. "Young Master Jin shipped the goods from Warehouse No. 3 to Xiwan. That is his lifeline. Mr. Zhao will never allow him to turn Xiwan into a powder keg."

Ah Liu nodded, as if he had thought of something, and then asked in a low voice: "But, if Young Master Jin's father knew about this, I'm afraid he would be able to protect him."

"He can protect it once, but can he protect it for life?" Su Hanze asked calmly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes. "His father is the king of gambling, but he dare not touch Mr. Zhao's business. This is Hong Kong, not Macau."

Ah Liu didn't say anything, but he knew that although Su Hanze's words made sense, the battle was still hanging on the edge of a cliff. Young Master Jin was completely crazy, and the storm in Xiwan could swallow everything at any time.

On the other side, in Jin Shao’s beast house.

Young Master Jin leaned on a leather sofa. The chandelier above his head illuminated the entire room brightly and dazzlingly. The light fell on his face, making him look a little sinister. He held a glass of red wine in his hand. The liquid in the glass glowed dark red under the light, as if it was a pool of blood.

"How's it going? Ah Tan, is there any movement from those over there?" Young Master Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice revealing a hint of irritation.

Xiao Tan stood beside him, looking a little nervous: "Mr. Jin, they... are still holding on. Su Hanze's people are still guarding the boxing gym."

"Defend?" Young Master Jin sneered and placed the wine glass heavily on the table. The red wine spilled out and splashed on the table. "A bunch of dead dogs, can they still hold on? Who does Su Hanze think he is? Does he really think he can turn the world upside down by defending that broken boxing gym?"

Xiao Tan hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Mr. Jin, there's news over there that... Mr. Zhao seems to be watching as well."

"Mr. Zhao?" Young Master Jin's expression changed slightly, but he soon returned to that contemptuous smile. "So what if he's watching? Xiwan will be mine sooner or later. Mr. Zhao won't turn against me for a small character like Su Hanze."

Xiao Tan lowered his head and did not respond. He knew that Young Master Jin was arrogant, but this time Su Hanze had taken it all. He had no idea what he was relying on.

"Keep watching." Young Master Jin stood up and walked to the French window, looking down at the night outside. "Set them on fire again tonight and tell the people in Xiwan that their boss is about to die."

On the streets of Xiwan, one o'clock in the morning.

Jin Shao's motorcade set out again. More than a dozen cars drove towards the boxing hall from different directions. The people in the cars were carrying machetes, iron bars, and looked fierce and ready to go.

Their goal was clear - to cause trouble, smash the boxing gym to pieces, and force Su Hanze to his knees.

At the entrance of the boxing gym, Xiaolong and a few of his brothers had already noticed the movement. They were holding iron rods and shovels in their hands, with a hint of fatigue in their expressions but they never retreated.

"They are coming." Xiaolong whispered, gritting his teeth and looking at the car lights that were lit in the distance.

Su Hanze stood on the second floor, watching a line of cars approaching the boxing arena, his eyes still cold. He knew that this night was destined to be restless, and he had to bear it.

"Brothers, let us hold on and don't retreat." Su Hanze's voice came down from the second floor, clear and firm.

Xiaolong nodded and shouted, "Brothers, if we can't stand today, we won't have a share of this street anymore! Defend it!"

Young Master Jin's motorcade came to a sudden stop, the doors opened, and twenty or thirty of his men rushed out of the cars, weapons in hand, shouting and running towards the entrance of the boxing gym.

"Smash it! Don't leave any one alive!" The leader yelled and rushed forward.

"Stop them!" Xiaolong led his men to meet them. The sound of sticks and iron tools colliding instantly exploded in the night. The shouts and roars of both sides intertwined together, and the entrance of the boxing hall became a chaos.

Su Hanze stood on the second floor, staring at the situation downstairs. He held an iron rod in his hand, and his knuckles turned slightly white. The brothers in the boxing gym tried their best to stop Jin Shao's men, but the difference in numbers made the situation suppressed little by little.

"Xiaolong, guard the door!" Su Hanze's voice came from upstairs, carrying a reassuring force.

Xiaolong wiped the blood off his face, roared, and led his men to hold on. The sound of fists hitting flesh and the dull sound of iron rods hitting bones were terrifying, but no Xiwan brothers took a step back. At this moment, a sharp brake sound came from a distance, and several black cars drove over at high speed and stopped at the door of the boxing gym. The car door opened, and a team of people in black suits quickly walked out, led by Mr. Zhao's confidant Liang Shaokun.

"Stop it!" Liang Shaokun's voice was like thunder, instantly drowning out all the shouts and screams.

Jin Shao's men were stunned for a moment, then stopped what they were doing, and the scene finally calmed down temporarily. The wounded were lying on the ground, some of them were Jin Shao's men, and some were brothers from the boxing gym. The air was filled with the smell of blood.

Su Hanze walked to the door and looked at Liang Shaokun coldly: "Mr. Zhao's people are finally here."

Liang Shaokun glanced at the chaos on the ground, his eyes fell on Su Hanze and Jin Shao's men, and said in a cold voice: "Mr. Zhao asked me to tell you that if you have enough trouble in Xiwan, stop it. Whoever makes trouble again will die."

Jin Shao's men's expressions changed slightly, and they stood there in a daze, not daring to speak.

"Go back and tell Young Master Jin that Mr. Zhao will talk to him about his affairs." Liang Shaokun looked at Young Master Jin's men and said in a cold and hard voice, "Now, get out!"

Jin Shao's men didn't dare to say anything more and hurriedly evacuated, leaving behind a mess and wailing. The brothers in the boxing gym finally breathed a sigh of relief and slumped on the ground, their faces full of fatigue and relief for surviving the disaster.

Su Hanze stood at the door, looked at Liang Shaokun with deep eyes, and said lightly: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao."

Liang Shaokun did not answer, but just looked at him meaningfully, turned around and left with his men.

The streets of Xiwan became quiet again, but there was a chill in the air.

That night, Jin Shao lost a step, and although Su Hanze defended the boxing hall, he knew that the storm was not over yet.

The entrance to the boxing gym was in a mess, with weapons discarded by Jin Shao's men when they fled still on the ground. The air was filled with a faint smell of rust mixed with a bloody smell, which made people feel stuffy in their chests.

Su Hanze stood at the door, his eyes coldly sweeping over the mess. His face did not show the joy of victory, but instead revealed a hint of uneasiness. He knew that the night could be calmed down entirely because Mr. Zhao's people acted in time, but Mr. Zhao's actions never meant to help, but rather some kind of meaningful gesture.

Xiaolong limped over to him, with some blood on his face. He wiped it off with his sleeve and whispered, "Boss Su, the brothers have counted and found seven or eight injured. Two of the seriously injured have been sent to the hospital."

Su Hanze nodded, his eyes still fixed on the dim street in the distance, and said in a low voice: "Everyone, guard the boxing gym and let the brothers take turns to rest. Nothing can go wrong today."

"I understand." Xiaolong agreed, but couldn't help frowning, "Boss Su, although Mr. Zhao's people drove away Young Master Jin's people, their attitude just now... is a bit wrong."

"Hmm?" Su Hanze's eyes darkened slightly and he turned to look at Xiaolong.

"Liang Shaokun's words are for us to 'stop'." Xiaolong lowered his voice and said with a serious expression, "Mr. Zhao seems to want us to stop making trouble, but with Young Master Jin making such a fuss, how can we stop?"

Su Hanze did not answer immediately, but looked up at the dark sky, his voice calm but cold: "Mr. Zhao's meaning is very simple - he wants Xiwan to be quiet. No matter who is causing trouble, as long as there is a big mess, it will be trouble."

"But if Young Master Jin's people continue to come, can we still endure it?" Xiaolong asked gritting his teeth.

"Yes." Su Hanze spat out this word, his eyes were so firm that no one dared to refute, "The longer you endure, the more anxious Young Master Jin will be, and the more flaws he will reveal."

"But..." Xiaolong was about to say something else when Su Hanze raised his hand to interrupt him.

"This is not a tough battle, this is a war of attrition." Su Hanze said coldly, his eyes like a knife. "Young Master Jin can't stand it. He will continue to make trouble and continue to oppress Mr. Zhao. When that time comes, what will Mr. Zhao do?"

Xiaolong was stunned, then nodded, with a hint of understanding in his eyes: "Mr. Zhao will deal with him sooner or later."

"That's right." Su Hanze looked at the streets of Xiwan with a deep look in his eyes, "But we have to live until then."

At the same time, in Jin Shao’s beast house.

Young Master Jin sat in the middle of the hall, his face livid, the atmosphere around him so oppressive that it seemed like it was about to explode. He held a cigar in his hand, but did not light it, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly with anger.

"Mr. Zhao's people?" Young Master Jin sneered and smashed the cigar to the ground with gritted teeth. The sound seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "Mr. Zhao still dares to meddle in my affairs? What kind of magic potion did that dog Su Hanze feed him?"

Xiao Tan stood aside, his forehead covered with cold sweat, and spoke carefully: "Mr. Jin, Mr. Zhao is the person in charge of Xiwan after all. If his people interfere, we can only restrain ourselves for the time being."

"Constrain yourself?" Young Master Jin stood up suddenly and swept the ashtray off the table. Ashes and debris flew everywhere. He glared at Xiao Tan, "I asked you to restrain yourself for so many days, but what's the result? That old dog Su Hanze is still holding on to you? Who dares to compete with me for Xiwan's territory?!"

"Mr. Jin, I'm not saying anything discouraging." Xiao Tan wiped the sweat off his forehead and whispered, "The situation in Xiwan is different now. If you continue to confront us head-on and Mr. Zhao really takes action, then we..."

"Take action?" Young Master Jin interrupted him with a sneer, his expression becoming more and more crazy. "Mr. Zhao wants to touch me? He should think about whether my father will let him do it! If Su Hanze dares to stand in my way, let him die!"

Xiao Tan didn't dare to speak anymore, he could only stand there with his head down, but he was getting more and more anxious. He knew that Young Master Jin had completely lost his mind, and in this crazy tug-of-war, whoever lost his temper first would lose.

"Go, gather everyone." Young Master Jin waved his hand, his eyes as cold as a snake, "Tonight, I will let everyone in Xiwan know that I, Young Master Jin, will take over Su Hanze's territory!"

Night fell over Xiwan again, and the air seemed colder than the previous nights. Inside the boxing gym, Su Hanze's office was silent. Su Hanze sat on a chair by the window, staring at the lights on the street in the distance, his eyes as calm as the sea.

Ah Liu walked in quickly, looking a little anxious: "Boss Su, I just received news that Young Master Jin is going to cause trouble again tonight."

"Yeah." Su Hanze responded lightly, as if he had expected it.

"This time is different." Ah Liu continued, his voice lowered, "Young Master Jin brought more people with him, and there are reports that he brought guns this time."

(End of this chapter)