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

Chapter 324: Drag Brother Biao into this?
"As for Mr. Zhou..." Su Yongkang frowned, "Boss, the Yau Ma Tei Police Station has been investigating closely recently. The cops must have received bribes from someone. Should we find someone to investigate Mr. Zhou?"

"Investigate?" Su Hanze exhaled a puff of smoke, his tone as calm as if he was talking about the weather. "That old devil Zhou Sir is as slippery as a loach. It's not that easy to investigate him. Brother Kang, go find Ah Hui and ask him to keep an eye on the Yau Ma Tei Police Station, especially who Zhou Sir has been close to recently. Fatty Rong dared to leak the news, I want to see how many cards he has in his hand."

"Yes." Su Yongkang responded, and the car fell silent again. Su Hanze leaned back in the back seat, looking at the neon lights outside the window with a gloomy look. He whispered to himself: "Fatty Rong, if you want to play with fire, I'll play with you. However, in this game, who will burn more miserably depends on who has the stronger cards."

In an underground casino in Kowloon, it was late at night, but the gamblers' laughter and scolding did not stop. Fatty Rong sat on the sofa in the corner, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, staring at his phone with gloomy eyes. Xiao Hei just came back from outside, came up to him and whispered, "Brother Rong, the news has spread, and Yau Ma Tei has exploded. Some people said that Zhou Sir went to the police station tonight, and his face looked like he had eaten shit."

"Eat shit?" Fatty Rong sneered, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "Xiao Hei, do you think that old ghost Zhou Sir is really scared by the account book? Or is he just playing tricks on me?"

"It's hard to say." Xiao Hei lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke. "However, people in the casino said that Mr. Zhou has been lax in checking the invoices recently. I guess he got some bribes from someone. He must know something about the account book. Brother Rong, do we really want to expose Mr. Zhou's dirty laundry?"

"Stab?" Fatty Rong narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table. "Xiao Hei, are you fucking crazy? I'm the one holding the knife for Mr. Zhou's dirty accounts. If I stab them, wouldn't that be giving them a handle for nothing? Go, find someone to spread the word that the account book contains not only Mr. Zhou's dirty accounts, but also Mr. Jin's cargo list records. See if they panic."

"Young Master Jin?" Xiao Hei was stunned for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Rong, aren't you dragging Young Master Jin into this? Su Hanze is probably just happy to watch the fun."

"Watching the fun?" Fatty Rong snorted, "Xiao Hei, you know nothing! The more fiercely Su Hanze and Young Master Jin fight, the easier it will be for me to get away. I have to let these bastards keep an eye on the account book, so no one can get away with it." He paused and waved at Xiao Hei, "Go, arrange for someone to keep an eye on the Dongwan Club. I need to know what Young Master Jin and Su Hanze talked about tonight."

In a tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Lao Li sat in a booth by the window, holding a cup of iced lemon tea, looking out the window at the street scene with a complicated look. The flow of people on the street gradually thinned out, and the billboards on the roadside were still flashing colorful lights.

He just hung up the phone with Ah Hui, and his brows knitted even tighter. Ah Hui said that Mr. Zhou went to the Yau Ma Tei Police Station tonight, and his face looked as if he had lost his soul. It was probably related to the rumors about Fatty Rongfang.

"Damn, account book, account book..." Lao Li cursed in a low voice, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a puff of smoke. He took out his cell phone, flipped to Xiao Ma's number, and dialed it.

"Hey, Xiao Ma?" Lao Li lowered his voice, "What's the latest news about Mr. Zhou?"

"Brother Li, Mr. Zhou did go to the police station tonight." Xiao Ma's voice came from the receiver, a little hurriedly, "I heard that he had a closed-door talk with a few of his men for half an hour, and when he came out, his face looked like a ghost. I guess he was scared by the news about Fatty Rong."

"Scared?" Old Li narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table. "Xiao Ma, what do you think Feizai Rong is up to? Is there really a dirty account of Mr. Zhou in the account book, or is he fishing?"

"It's hard to say." Xiao Ma paused and whispered, "But people in the casino said that Feizai Rong has been spreading rumors recently, not only involving Mr. Zhou, but also Mr. Jin's cargo list. Su Hanze and Mr. Jin are talking at the East Bay Club tonight, and it is probably related to the account book. Brother Li, what should we do here?"

"Yes." Xiao Ma responded and hung up the phone. Lao Li leaned back in his chair and looked out the window at the night with complicated eyes. He whispered to himself: "The account book, the account book, what the hell is this hot potato?"

In the office of Yau Ma Tei Police Station, Mr. Zhou sat on a leather chair, holding a cigarette in his hand, his face gloomy as if water was about to drip. On the table was a cup of cold coffee, and next to it were several copies of the invoice. He had just come out of the meeting room, and his subordinates reported the news of Fatty Rongfang: the account book contained not only Su Hanze's invoice, but also his dirty accounts. These words were like a knife, stabbing his heart and making him sweat.

"Damn, Rong..." Mr. Zhou cursed in a low voice and exhaled a puff of smoke. He shouted to the door: "Ah Hao, come in!"

A young police officer in uniform pushed the door open and stood at attention: "Sir Zhou, you called me?"

"Ah Hao, what's going on with Fatty Rong recently?" Mr. Zhou narrowed his eyes and spoke calmly as if he was chatting with a family. "Don't talk to me about those useless things about the casino. Let's get to the point."

"Yes." Ah Hao nodded and lowered his voice, "Sir Zhou, Fatty Rong has been spreading rumors in the casino recently, saying that there are your... dirty accounts in the account book. He also said that Young Master Jin's cargo list is also related to the account book. Someone in Yau Ma Tei has already spread the word."

"Spread?" Zhou sneered and flicked the ash off his cigarette. "Ah Hao, are you fucking crazy? Fatty Rong dared to spread the news, probably to force me to take action. What did you find out about the account book?"

"It's not confirmed yet." Ah Hao whispered, "However, Xiao Hei, a subordinate of Fatty Rong, has been close to several of his lackeys recently. I guess he is arranging for people to spread the news. Su Hanze and Young Master Jin are talking at the East Bay Club tonight, and it is probably related to the account book."

"Dongwan?" Mr. Zhou narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table. "Ah Hao, go and find someone to keep an eye on the Dongwan Club. Don't let them screw you over. I need to know what Su Hanze and Young Master Jin talked about. That bastard Feizai Rong dared to use the account book to pressure me. I will make him pay for it."

"Yes." Ah Hao nodded and turned to leave. Mr. Zhou leaned back in the leather chair, looking at the list of goods on the table with a gloomy look. He whispered to himself: "Fatty Rong, if you want to play with fire, I'll play with you. However, in this game, who will burn more miserably depends on who has the stronger cards."

Old Chen at the dock had just sent off a shipload of goods and was sitting on a broken chair next to the warehouse, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, his eyes revealing an unconcealable irritation. Su Hanze's people had just called and told him to insist that the route of the cargo list was set by Dongwan, and to put the blame on A Biao. But A Biao's people had been watching the dock for several days, and their eyes were fierce, as if they wanted to eat people.

"Damn, this is a mess..." Lao Chen cursed in a low voice and took a sip of beer. He waved to the henchman A Ming next to him, "A Ming, what's going on with Brother Biao?"

"Brother Chen, Brother Biao's people are still hanging around the dock." Ah Ming came over and whispered, "I heard that Brother Biao has been getting close to Young Master Jin recently. I think he wants to get a piece of the pie. They are probably keeping an eye on the cargo list as well."

"Keep an eye on them?" Old Chen sneered and spat, "A Ming, are you fucking crazy? Boss Su told me to insist that it was Dong Wan who made the order regarding the manifest. How dare Brother Biao keep an eye on them? Go, find someone to keep an eye on Brother Biao's men, and don't let them get close to the warehouse." "Yes." A Ming nodded and turned to make arrangements. Old Chen leaned back in his chair, looking at the lights at the dock with gloomy eyes. He whispered to himself, "Su Hanze, A Biao, Young Master Jin, these bastards, all want to eat meat, but who the hell can bite off this piece of meat?"

In the VIP room of the East Bay Club, Young Master Jin sat on a mahogany sofa, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, his face gloomy as if water was about to drip. Su Hanze had just left, and he hadn't put down the bottle in his hand. Zhang Hai stood by and whispered, "Young Master Jin, that old man Su Hanze is probably playing tricks. He completely denied the account book issue. Do we really need to check with Fatty Rong?"

"Investigate?" Young Master Jin sneered, picked up his wine glass and took a sip, "Zhang Hai, are you fucking crazy? Su Hanze dared to push it, it must be Fatty Rong behind the scenes. Go, find someone to keep an eye on the casino in Kowloon. Fatty Rong, that bastard, dared to play tricks on me with the account book, I will make him pay for it."

"Yes." Zhang Hai nodded and took out his phone to arrange for someone. Young Master Jin leaned back on the sofa, looking gloomily at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall. He whispered to himself, "Su, Rong, I'll slowly settle this account with you."

The next morning, in the office of Baishuishan Mine, Su Hanze had just made a cup of tea and sat on a leather chair with a cigarette in his hand. The excavator outside the window was still roaring, and the air was filled with the smell of dust.

Ah Liu pushed the door open and whispered, "Boss, Lao Chen replied. He insisted on the cargo list and the route was decided by Dongwan. However, he also mentioned that Brother Biao's people were keeping a close eye on the dock and he was a little panicked."

"Panic?" Su Hanze sneered and exhaled a puff of smoke. "Old Chen is as slippery as a loach. Why should he panic? Ah Liu, go and tell Old Chen that if he dares to leak a word about the cargo list, I will make his whole family pay for it."

"Yes." Ah Liu nodded and took out his phone to send a message to Lao Chen. Su Hanze leaned back in the leather chair and looked at the list of goods on the table with a gloomy look. He whispered to himself: "Fatty Rong, Jin Shao, Ah Biao, these bastards, all want a piece of the pie, but who the hell can drink this pie?"

In the underground casino in Kowloon, Fatty Rong just got up and sat at the coffee table, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, staring at his phone with gloomy eyes. Xiao Hei watched all night last night and just got the news: Jin Shao's people have started to wander around the casino. It is estimated that he became suspicious after Su Hanze left.

"Damn, Jin..." Fatty Rong cursed in a low voice, picked up the coffee and took a sip. He waved to the henchman Xiao Hei next to him, "Xiao Hei, what did Young Master Jin's people find out? Is the casino stable?"

"Brother Rong, Young Master Jin's people walked around outside the casino last night and didn't dare to come in." Xiao Hei whispered, "But they are probably here for the account book. Su Hanze talked to Young Master Jin at the East Bay Club last night, and I think he brought the trouble to you."

"Start a fight?" Fatty Rong sneered and flicked the ash off his cigarette. "Xiao Hei, are you fucking crazy? Su Hanze wants me to be a target, but I won't let him have it easy. Go, find someone to spread the word that the account book contains not only Young Master Jin's cargo list, but also A Biao's shipping records. Let's see if they fight or not."

"A Biao?" Xiao Hei was stunned for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Rong, aren't you dragging Brother Biao into this? Su Hanze will probably want to watch the fun again."

"Watching the fun?" Fatty Rong snorted, "Xiao Hei, you know nothing! Su Hanze, Jin Shao, A Biao, these bastards, all want to eat meat, I have to let them take a bite first. I have to let these guys keep an eye on the account book, no one can escape."

"Yes." Xiao Hei nodded and turned to make arrangements. Feizai Rong leaned on the sofa, looking at the morning light outside the window with gloomy eyes. He whispered to himself: "Su Hanze, Jin Shao, A Biao, you guys fight your own battles, I want to see who is the most drowned in this muddy water."

At a tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Lao Li had just ordered a pineapple bun and sat in a booth by the window, looking out the window at the street scene with a complicated look. The flow of people on the street gradually increased, and the street vendors began to shout. He took out his cell phone, found Ah Hui's number, and dialed it.

"Hello, Ah Hui?" Lao Li lowered his voice, "What's the latest news about Mr. Zhou?"

"Brother Li, Mr. Zhou stayed at the police station until midnight last night." Ah Hui's voice came from the receiver, a little tired, "I heard that he talked to a few of his men about the account book. I guess he was scared by the news about Fatty Rong. Mr. Jin and Su Hanze talked at the East Bay Club last night, and it's probably related to the account book."

"Account book?" Old Li narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table. "Ah Hui, what do you think Feizai Rong is up to? Is there really a dirty account of Mr. Zhou in the account book, or is he fishing for money?"

"It's hard to say." Ah Hui paused and whispered, "However, Feizai Rong has been spreading rumors recently. Not only Zhou Sir, but also Jin Shao and Ah Biao's cargo lists have been involved. Some people in Yau Ma Tei have already spread the news. Brother Li, what should we do here?"

"What should we do?" Old Li sneered and flicked the ash off his cigarette. "Ah Hui, go and keep an eye on the Yau Ma Tei Police Station. Don't let Mr. Zhou's people find out. I have to ask Xiao Ma to verify the account book. Mr. Zhou, Fatty Rong, Su Hanze, all of these people want to be the boss, but in this game, who will win or lose depends on who has the faster knife."

"Yes." Ah Hui responded and hung up the phone. Lao Li leaned back in his chair and looked at the street view outside the window with complicated eyes. He whispered to himself: "Account book, account book, what the hell is this hot potato?"

In the office of Yau Ma Tei Police Station, Zhou Sir had just made a cup of tea and sat on the leather chair with a cigarette in his hand, his face so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip.

On the table was a new copy of the invoice, and next to it was a report sent by his men last night: Feizai Rong had leaked the news again, saying that the account book contained not only his dirty accounts, but also the invoice records of Jin Shao and A Biao. These words were like a knife, stabbing him in the heart and making him break out in a cold sweat.

Ah Hao pushed the door open and came in, standing at attention: "Sir Zhou, you called me?"

"Ah Hao, what's new with Fatty Rong recently?" Mr. Zhou narrowed his eyes and spoke calmly as if he was chatting with a family. "Don't talk to me about those useless things like the account book. Let's get to the point."

"Yes." Ah Hao nodded and lowered his voice, "Sir Zhou, Fatty Rong spread the word again last night, saying that the account book contains not only your dirty accounts, but also the inventory records of Young Master Jin and Ah Biao. Someone in Yau Ma Tei has already spread the word. Young Master Jin's people were hanging around outside the casino last night, probably coming for the account book."

(End of this chapter)