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

Chapter 334: Su Hanze is as slippery as a loach
The men nodded and were about to disperse when they suddenly heard footsteps in the distance. Ah Biao raised his hand suddenly and signaled everyone to be quiet. He narrowed his eyes, stared at the shadows in the dark, and cursed in a low voice: "Damn, who's there?"

Before he finished speaking, several figures flashed out from behind the container, holding iron rods and short knives in their hands. They were Lao Chen's men. The leader, Ah Ming, sneered and walked out slowly. "Ah Biao, you come to my brother Chen's territory to take a walk in the middle of the night, don't you feel cold?"

Ah Biao clenched his machete tightly, a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes. "Ah Ming, stop talking nonsense. This dock doesn't belong to you, Old Chen, alone. Why can't we come?"

Ah Ming sneered and slowly drew out the short knife from his waist. "Why? Because Brother Chen has the final say over this dock." He paused, his voice even colder, "Brother Biao asked you to come and die, and you really obeyed?"

A Biao gritted his teeth and was about to take action, but suddenly he heard a low shout from behind him: "Don't move!" He turned around suddenly and saw several dark shadows flashing out from behind the container on the other side, with guns in their hands.

Ah Ming and Ah Biao were both stunned, and the air froze instantly. A masked man who led the group walked out slowly and said in a low voice: "Whoever dares to take action tonight will never leave the dock alive."

Ah Biao swallowed his saliva and asked in a low voice: "Whose people are you?"

The masked man sneered and didn't answer. He just waved his hand and signaled his men to come forward. Ah Ming narrowed his eyes, clenched his short knife, and whispered to the men beside him: "Go, inform Brother Chen that something is wrong."

At the same time, the lights in the Yau Ma Tei Police Station were still dim. Mr. Zhou sat at his desk, holding a report that had just been delivered, his brows furrowed. Ah Hao pushed the door open with a hint of anxiety on his face. "Mr. Zhou, something happened at the dock. Brother Biao's people confronted Lao Chen's people, but another group of people showed up with guns."

Mr. Zhou raised his head suddenly, a sharp light flashed in his eyes. "Gun? Whose people are they?"

"Not sure." Ah Hao shook his head. "The informant said that those people were masked and didn't even recognize Brother Biao."

Mr. Zhou sneered and threw down the report. "Interesting, the chess game in Kowloon is getting more and more lively." He stood up and picked up his coat. "Let's go to the dock and take a look. I want to see who these people are holding out."

The confrontation at the dock continued, and the appearance of the masked man made the situation even more bizarre. A-Ming and A-Biao did not dare to act rashly, and there was an invisible sense of oppression in the air. At this moment, a deep laugh suddenly came from a distance.

"Hahaha, it's lively." Lao Chen walked out of the darkness slowly, still holding a bottle of beer in his hand, with a sneer on his face, "A Biao, your brother Biao asked you to come and die, and I haven't settled the score with him yet, and now a group of masked men show up. When did the Kowloon wharf become so fun?"

The masked man turned around, his eyes fell on Lao Chen, and he said in a low voice: "Brother Chen, the matter at the dock has nothing to do with you. Take your people and leave. Let's pretend that what happened tonight never happened."

Old Chen sneered and took a sip of beer. "It doesn't matter? You're playing with guns on my territory, and you say it has nothing to do with me?" He paused, his voice even colder, "Tell me, who sent you here? Young Master Jin? Or Fatty Rong?"

The masked man was silent for a few seconds, then slowly raised the gun in his hand. "Brother Chen, don't force me."

Lao Chen's eyes froze, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a siren in the distance. The masked man's face changed, and he cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, the cops are coming!" He waved his hand and quickly retreated into the darkness with his men.

Ah Ming and Ah Biao looked at each other and dispersed with their men. Lao Chen stood there, watching the lights of the police car approaching with a stern look. His fingers tapped the beer bottle lightly, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Mr. Zhou's car stopped at the dock. He got out of the car and glanced around, frowning slightly. "Ah Hao, have you checked it out? Where did those masked men come from?"

Ah Hao shook his head and whispered, "The informant didn't see clearly, they retreated too quickly. However, I heard that Mr. Jin's people were also hanging around the dock tonight."

Mr. Zhou sneered and lit a cigarette. "Young Master Jin, Brother Biao, Old Chen, and Fatty Rong..." He exhaled a puff of smoke and said in a low voice, "This chess game is getting more and more interesting."

At the same time, in the VIP room of the Dongwan Club, Jin Shao received a call from Zhang Hai, and his face changed slightly. "Masked man? With a gun?" He was silent for a few seconds, and said in a cold voice, "Find out their details. I want to see who else in Kowloon dares to play tricks behind my back."

In Fatty Rong's casino, Xiao Hei hurried into the office and reported in a low voice: "Brother Rong, something happened at the dock tonight. Brother Biao's people and Lao Chen's people almost got into a fight, and a group of masked men showed up with guns."

Hearing this, Fatty Rong sneered. "Masked man? Interesting." He lit a new cigar and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. "Go, continue to spread the word that there are bigger secrets in the account book, and even the masked man tonight is related to it. Let them continue to guess who is the real mastermind behind it."

In the night of Kowloon, the neon lights are still flashing, and everyone is calculating their next move in the dark. And on the chessboard of this game, new players have quietly entered the game.

The night wind from the dock was mixed with the smell of seawater, blowing Lao Chen's coat slightly. He stood at the edge of the warehouse area, the beer bottle in his hand was empty, and he threw it on the ground, making a crisp sound of breaking. The sirens gradually faded away, and Zhou SIR's car lights disappeared in the darkness, but Lao Chen's eyes were still cold, as if they could pierce through the night. He lit a cigarette, the flames danced on his face, reflecting the meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Chen, Brother Biao's men have escaped, and the masked men have also retreated." Ah Ming walked out from behind the container, still a little nervous from the confrontation. "What should we do tonight? I think Zhou Sir's men are still hanging around nearby."

Lao Chen exhaled a puff of smoke and swept his eyes across the shadows of the dock. "Sir Zhou? Humph, he's just a dog that smelled blood and came here to join in the fun." He paused and lowered his voice, "Ah Ming, go check the background of those masked men tonight. Carrying a gun is not something that just any thug can do. Young Master Jin? Fatty Rong? Or Su Hanze? Damn it, someone has to give me an explanation." Ah Ming nodded and was about to turn around when Lao Chen stopped him again, "Wait. Don't let Su Hanze know too quickly about what happened at the dock tonight. That loach is very slippery, and I don't want him to take advantage of the chaos."

"I understand, Brother Chen." A Ming responded and disappeared into the night.

Old Chen stood there alone, the cigarette butt burned out between his fingers, and he crushed it to the ground. The situation at the dock was like a pot of boiling porridge. Brother Biao, Young Master Jin, Fatty Rong, and Mr. Zhou were all adding fuel to the fire, but the fire was too strong, and sooner or later someone would be scalded to death. He narrowed his eyes, and Su Hanze's face, smiling like a fox, flashed through his mind. In the phone call last night, Su Hanze pushed all the blame, but Old Chen always felt that behind this mess, the loach's hands were not so clean.

At the same time, in the VIP room of the Dongwan Club, Jin Shao leaned on the sofa, tapping his whiskey glass with his fingers, his eyes as cold as ice. Zhang Hai stood aside, his phone just hung up, with a trace of uneasiness on his face.

"Mr. Jin, I asked about the dock. Brother Biao's people said that those masked men came and left quickly, and even they didn't get a clear picture of their identities." Zhang Hai lowered his voice, "However, Brother Biao is a little anxious. He thinks that what happened tonight might be a trap set by Lao Chen, and he wants to bring people to the dock tomorrow to force his way in."

Young Master Jin sneered and took a sip from his wine glass. "Break in by force? Brother Biao, you idiot, really think the dock is a place that can be stepped on casually?" He paused, his eyes stern, "Zhang Hai, go tell Brother Biao not to rush to his death. I'll take care of the dock. Have you found out about those masked men tonight?"

Zhang Hai shook his head and lowered his voice: "Not yet. The informant said that those people used a Kowloon license plate, but the owner of the car is a small thug who usually runs a one-man business and has no background. I guess he was hired temporarily."

Young Master Jin narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the glass. "Temporary hire? Humph, interesting." He stood up and walked to the window, overlooking Hong Kong at night. "Zhang Hai, go check again to see who in Kowloon is close to Su Hanze recently. The rumors about Fatty Rongfang and the account book incident have caused a lot of uproar in the city, but I always feel that Su Hanze, this bastard, is hiding deeper than anyone else."

Jin Shao stood by the window alone, the neon lights reflected on the glass, making his face look uncertain. The chaos at the dock tonight was like an invisible knife hanging over everyone's head.

He knew that the rumor about Feizai Rong's account book was deliberately spread in order to make everyone bite each other, but the appearance of those masked men was like a strange chess piece suddenly appearing on the chessboard. Jin Shao pursed his lips and whispered to himself: "Su Hanze, what the hell are you playing?"

In the underground casino in Kowloon, the office of Fatty Rong was filled with smoke. The smell of cigars mixed with the smell of alcohol in the air was a bit choking. Xiao Hei pushed the door open, holding an old-fashioned mobile phone in his hand, and his face was not looking good.

"Brother Rong, I asked about the dock incident. Brother Biao's people and Lao Chen's people almost got into a fight, but a group of masked men showed up and made the situation even more chaotic." Xiao Hei put his phone on the table and whispered, "I also heard that Mr. Zhou's people went to the dock tonight. I guess they want to find some evidence against them."

Fatty Rong leaned back on the sofa, twirling his cigar between his fingers, a sneer on his lips. "Mr. Zhou? That old dog has a sharp nose." He exhaled a puff of smoke and his eyes fell on Xiao Hei. "Where did the masked man come from? Is he from Young Master Jin? Or is this a play by Old Chen himself?"

Xiao Hei shook his head and lowered his voice, "Not sure. The informant said that those people left too quickly and they couldn't even see the license plate clearly. However, I checked the surveillance near the pier and found a black van hanging around nearby last night. The license plate was from Kowloon and the owner was a gangster named Ah Hui."

"Ah Hui?" Fatty Rong narrowed his eyes and tapped the table. "This name sounds familiar. Go and find out who this kid has been hanging out with recently, especially if there's any movement from Su Hanze."

Xiao Hei nodded and was about to leave when Feizai Rong stopped him again: "Wait. Add fuel to the fire about the account book. Let's spread the news tomorrow and say that the account book not only contains records of Young Master Jin's money laundering, but also contains a sum of money from Su Hanze, which is related to an informant from the police station. Don't make it too clear, be vague and let them guess for themselves."

"Brother Rong, will this push Su Hanze into a corner?" Xiao Hei hesitated and asked in a low voice.

Fatty Rong sneered and flicked the ash off his cigar. "Pushing you? The more anxious Su Hanze is, the easier it is for him to show his tail." He paused, his voice even colder, "Go ahead, don't let me down."

Xiao Hei responded and pushed the door open to leave. Feizai Rong leaned on the sofa, his eyes fell on the cigar box on the table. His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, thinking about every step of this mess in his mind. The masked man at the dock was like a stone deliberately thrown into the chessboard, disrupting everyone's rhythm. But Feizai Rong was not panicked, he knew that as long as the rumor was spread hard enough, these people would bite each other and bleed sooner or later.

In a tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Lao Li sat in a booth by the window, holding a cup of iced lemon tea in his hand, staring at the pedestrians on the street with complicated eyes. The streets were wet after the rain, and the street vendors were shouting to sell roasted meat rice. The air was filled with the smell of oil smoke. He took out his mobile phone, turned to Xiao Ma's number, hesitated for two seconds, and dialed it.

"Hey, Xiao Ma? Did you hear about what happened at the dock last night?" Lao Li lowered his voice, his tense face reflected in the glass of the phone booth, "Brother Biao's people and Lao Chen's people almost got into a fight, and a group of masked men showed up with guns. This matter is getting bigger and bigger."

Xiao Ma's voice was still hoarse and a little tired. "Lao Li, you're more up-to-date than me. I just heard about the incident at the dock. Brother Biao is already in an uproar. He thinks it was a setup by Lao Chen. The masked man? Damn, who knows who he is."

Old Li frowned, and the iced lemon tea cup in his hand squeaked. "Xiao Ma, don't play tricks on me. How much do you know about Su Hanze's meeting with Young Master Jin at the East Bay Club last night? And those masked men, could they be Su Hanze's work?"

Xiao Ma sneered, his voice full of disdain: "Old Li, do you really think I know everything? I heard some rumors about Su Hanze and Young Master Jin meeting, but no one knows what they talked about. As for the masked man, hey, I advise you not to guess blindly. Su Hanze is as slippery as a loach. If he really wanted to do such a thing, how could he be caught by others?"

Old Li narrowed his eyes and put the iced lemon tea cup on the table with a slight "pop" sound. "Xiao Ma, tell me the truth, have you been in touch with Su Hanze recently? Fatty Rong has been spreading rumors about the account book too much, and sooner or later something big will happen at the dock."

Xiao Ma was silent for a few seconds, then lowered his voice, "Old Li, you've been in the underworld for so many years, don't you understand? No one can guess what Su Hanze is thinking. Me and him? Humph, we haven't been in touch for a long time. As for the account book, Fatty Rong was really cruel to leak the news, but I always feel that there is a bigger plot behind this. Be careful and don't step into the trap."

(End of this chapter)