Hong Kong Movie: At the beginning, Big Boss B asked me to draw the death lottery

Chapter 102: After all the fighting, in the end, there was no place left to even set up a funeral hall in Jordan

Fei Deng took a car back to Shek Kia Mei from Kwong Wah Hospital.

For a normal person, this distance would only take about twenty minutes to walk, but Fat Deng was already unable to walk anymore.

"Uncle Deng, we're here."

Fat Deng was still lost in thought until the driver parked the car under the tenement building.

Ma Zai called out softly, finally pulling him out of his thoughts.

This time, he refused the help of his men and got out of the car tremblingly on his own.

"Go buy me some iced soda."

After getting out of the car, Fat Deng stopped his henchman from getting out and said this to him.

"Uncle Deng, the convenience store next door sells it!"

“Not this one, but that little glass bottle with a straw.

They sell it at the tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, go quickly!

"Okay, how about I help you upstairs first?"

"Need not!"

Fat Deng responded coldly, then turned his head away and walked tremblingly towards the stairs of the tenement building.

After returning to the empty house, Fei Deng locked the door and moved to the bedroom.

He opened the wardrobe door and took out the dragon head stick that symbolized He Liansheng’s supreme power!
Sitting down on the bed holding the stick, his eyes gradually became sharper.

I still remember that when he was the banker, the person who gave him this stick was called Cockroach Rong, a sloppy guy.

When the stick was handed to him, it was already worm-eaten and in a bad shape.

He paid a famous artist to repair, patch and repaint it.

Later, the Dragon Head Stick was passed down through He Liansheng for over twenty years. Now that I have handed it over, I’m afraid I’ll never be able to take it back again…

After stroking the dragon head stick in his hand, Fei Deng reluctantly put it back.

Then he picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number.

The call was made to Haojiang.

After a while, the call was finally connected.

"Hello, who is it?"

A slightly hoarse male voice came from the phone.

"Hei Zai Rong, how are you these days?"

Following Fei Deng's response, the person on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned for a moment, and then asked in a tentative tone.

"Is it Brother Wei?"

"It's me! I've been in Haojiang for so many years, and I didn't even come back to see you. Are you happy there?"

A hearty laugh suddenly rang out from the other end of the phone.

"Oh my god! I've changed my phone number so many times, but Brother Wei can still find my new number.

Why did you think of looking for me this time? Do you have something good to tell me?"

"Nothing good, but it's easy to miss the past when you're old, so I wanted to talk to you."

The call that Fat Deng made was to Hei Zai Ming from Haojing and Anle.

Hei Zai Rong is the disciple of Mr. Duo, one of the Twelve Old Crooked Emperors of the Hehetu Group. Fei Deng's disciple, Jian Bushhuang, is a close friend of Mr. Duo.

The two people belong to two different radicals in the word pile, but because of this relationship, they can be said to have quite a connection.

Eighty years ago, the orthodox Hongmen of Guangdong sent the leader of the Yongyi Hall, Hei Gu Ren, to Hong Kong Island to clean up the Hongmen gang affairs. He laid the foundation of the Hezi lineage at the Heji Inn in Central.

Thirty years later, the He group split.

Some members in the Yau Ma Tei and Wan Chai areas, with the support of the Li family, a well-known comprador family in Hong Kong Island at that time, set up a soft drink factory in To Kwa Wan.

The company changed its signboard to He An Le and specialized in processing various types of soda, hence the name Shui Fang.

Later, with the passage of time, He Anle split again. One branch moved to Haojing forty years ago and became very successful there.

Until now, it has controlled more than 60% of the code stacking business in Macau together with the Number Gang.

"Brother Wei, what's the point of being nostalgic? We've known each other for so many years. I see you have something on your mind, so you should just say it."

"Well, I want to ask you, since you and Fatty Kun went to Haojiang back then, has your business still been thriving?"

"Damn it! You know what's going on in Haojiang.

This place has long been dominated by young people. Ever since Shuifang Lai became the lord, even Fatty Kun has retired. I'm lucky to have a meal."

"Don't be modest. People like you who wave white paper fans, how can you not make a living?
If I'm not mistaken, many of the junket operators in the water rooms are still working with you, right?"

There was a faint laugh from the other end of the phone, followed by a quick response.

"Brother Wei, after saying so much, you just won't tell me why you came to see me.

If you just want to chat, why don't I come to Hong Kong Island one day so we can have a good chat face to face?"

Hearing that Hei Zai Rong was a little impatient, Fei Deng knew that it was time to reminisce about the past.

He paused and said, "Your and my two families were from the same clan back then.

I wonder if you are interested in doing something big and spectacular with me?"

"What's the matter?"

"Reorganize the Hezidui. Our two families will merge their characters again. This will be a tribute to the ancestors of the Hezidui!"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone.

"Brother Wei, when did you develop the bad habit of eating powder? I'm afraid you ate too much powder and came here to tease me?"

"Everything depends on human effort. I'm not making fun of you!"

"Putting everything else aside, when the two families, separated for over fifty years, merge their names, should they be called He Anle or He Liansheng?"

Fat Deng frowned and continued speaking.

"If you can handle this matter properly, I will ask you to take over the dragon head stick of Hezidui in the future!

From now on, you will be in charge of the jobs of tens of thousands of members under the Hezi group. You will be the ancestor like Hei Gu Ren!"

Fat Deng seems to be a little crazy.

On the one hand, at his age, he seems to have nothing else to think about except power.

Letting him watch helplessly as the right to speak, which he had enjoyed for decades, was gradually taken away by the younger generation was no different from killing him.

On the other hand, he really considered himself an orthodox Hongmen member and really wanted to make some achievements and add some glory to his life.

Hei Zai Rong's undisguised laughter came from the other end of the phone.

"Forget it, Uncle Deng, I am very content with my life now!
Even if you are willing to hand over the Dragon Head Stick, not to mention whether the people in your society will agree, those who have a say in Anle may not be willing to get involved with you.

If you want to have tea with me in the future, you can call me anytime. I don’t like to talk to you about such whimsical things.

That's it, if there's nothing else I'll hang up now."

beep-

Hearing the busy tone coming from the phone, Fei Deng felt hopeless.

He dropped the phone on the bed and couldn't help but sigh.

"Ah Le, I just hope you can come to your senses. This time, it's up to you to uphold the decades-old rules of Liansheng!
Lin Huaile knew what to do without Fat Deng's innuendo.

Jordan, in a warehouse of Guanyong Department Store.

Lin Huaile sat on a cardboard box, his hands clasped together, supporting his chin, as if he was engaged in a fierce ideological battle.

wow-

The rolling door of the warehouse was lifted up, and a ray of bright light shone in, making Lin Huaile feel a little uncomfortable for a moment and squint his eyes slightly.

Looking again, I found that it was Aze who came in with Feng Yuxiu.

"Brother Le, why don't you turn on the light?"

Aze turned on the lights in the warehouse, then called Feng Yuxiu in and half-pulled down the rolling door.

Lin Huaile waved at Feng Yuxiu, indicating that he should sit on the cardboard box filled with recycled clothes opposite him.

"Feng Yuxiu, I heard that Sham Shui Po has been particularly fond of you lately. He Yaozong even asked you to start working at the Wo Tai Tea House?"

Feng Yuxiu nodded: "Yes, Mr. He asked me to be his security."

"You're wasting your talent working as a security guard."

Lin Huaile forced a smile and then changed the subject.

"I asked someone to check your background. Your hometown is Danzhao, Foshan, and your original name is Li Gensheng.

Last August, because of an argument with a neighbor, he beat someone to death, right?"

Feng Yuxiu didn't say anything, but just stared at Lin Huaile with murderous intent in his eyes.

Lin Huaile just thought that the information he had looked up was correct, and laughed again.

“Don’t worry, help me get this thing done, and I will ensure that you will be prosperous and wealthy in the future.

From now on, there will be no Li Gensheng in Hong Kong Island. You will be my Lin Huaile's right-hand man!"

"what do you want to do?"

After Feng Yuxiu responded, Lin Huaile gestured to Aze, who immediately understood, turned around, raised the rolling door, and then went out.

After Aze left, Lin Huaile took out a small bottle from his pocket.

This was what Lin Huaile had previously requested from Fang Ya'an of the Political Department. It contained a small dose of potassium cyanide.

Lin Huaile never thought that one day he would really use this thing.

"Listen, when we get back, find a chance to put this stuff in He Yaozong's tea."

"Is there poison in this? You want me to help you kill He Yaozong?"

Feng Yuxiu couldn't help but look cold and asked.

"That's right, if he doesn't die, I won't be able to be the boss.

If I can't be the boss, you're destined to be a murderer wanted by the mainland!"

"I don't need this kind of thing to kill people!"

Feng Yuxiu responded coldly to Lin Huaile, and this was what he really thought.

"If you don't use this method, you will reveal your identity!"

Lin Huaile looked up at Feng Yuxiu, the threat in his tone self-evident. However, he saw Feng Yuxiu drop the vial to the ground, his lips curled up into a cruel smile.

brush--

Feng Yuxiu suddenly raised his right hand and strangled Lin Huaile's neck at an extremely exaggerated speed.

"G-you..."

Lin Huaile had just uttered two words when he felt that he could no longer utter a sound.

The strong feeling of suffocation forced him to instinctively wave his hands, trying to push Feng Yuxiu away.

wow-

There was another sound of the rolling door opening, and then a voice full of ridicule came from the door.

"Master Le, why did you run out of the hospital for no reason? Why did you come here to talk to my men about something?"

He Yaozong walked in from outside with a group of people. Following behind him was Aze, who was being held hostage and looked very sad.

"Alright, Feng Yuxiu, I want to say a few more words to Young Master Le before he dies."

He Yaozong patted Feng Yuxiu's shoulder, signaling him to let go of Lin Huaile who was being strangled.

"Cough cough cough..."

The moment Feng Yuxiu let go, Lin Huaile suddenly fell to the ground and burst into a violent coughing sound.

He Yaozong squatted in front of Lin Huaile, his face full of mockery.

"Master Le, I just can't understand. If you can't get the stick, you don't have to kill me, right?"

Lin Huaile did not answer, but the fear in his eyes was self-evident.

He knew that saying more was pointless, so he just tried his best to slow down his breath and looked at Feng Yuxiudao.

"You dare to betray... betray me. If anything happens to me, your... your dirty laundry will be sent to the police station this afternoon..."

Feng Yuxiu is his last straw. At this time, Lin Huaile can only pin his hopes on him, hoping that he can turn the situation around and kill He Yaozong in this warehouse.

He Yaozong's smile grew even wider.

"I forgot to tell you, Feng Yuxiu has been mine since the beginning.

His so-called identities were also made up by me to trick you.

But I didn't expect that when I asked him to go to Jordan to keep an eye on you, you would be so kind as to send him back to me."

When Lin Huaile learned the truth, his eyes went dark and he felt like the sky was falling.

"He Yaozong, you...you want to kill me?"

"Pujie, your godfather is now the boss of He Liansheng. How dare you secretly murder the leader of the society? I have a hundred reasons to punish you with family discipline!"

He Yaozong slapped the wound on the back of Lin Huaile's head, and immediately the smile on his face disappeared.

"Do you know why I let you live a little longer? I have a question I really want to ask you!"

Lin Huaile was in so much pain from the slap he received just now that he almost fainted.

At this moment, he was curled up on the ground, like a dead dog that was about to die, unable to make any sound except wailing.

He Yaozong continued to ask.

"I really want to know how you colluded with the foreigners.

What benefits did they promise you that would make you so desperate and desperate to snatch this dragon-headed stick?"

When Lin Huaile heard this, he felt a chill down his spine!
It turns out that He Yaozong knows everything!

From the beginning to the end, he was just a joke, being played around by He Yaozong without even realizing it.

But he knew that he could never answer this question.

If you offend He Yaozong, the worst that can happen is death.

He also has a son, and if he reveals the secrets of the Political Department, I'm afraid his son Danny will be mediocre all his life!

"He Yaozong, He Yaozong!
I have nothing to say, I don't even know what you are talking about!
The victor is the king and the loser is the bandit, you can kill if you want!"

"You're quite brave to pick!"

Seeing Lin Huaile's crazy look, he couldn't get anything valuable out of him.

Without any further ado, he gave Feng Yuxiu a wink, who immediately understood.

He held Lin Huaile's head with both hands and twisted it quickly and forcefully. There was a click, and Lin Huaile's body twitched twice, and his hands fell down weakly.

It's already dead and can't die anymore.

After getting rid of Lin Huaile, He Yaozong didn't even bother to look at him again.

Slowly standing up, he set his eyes on Aze, who was standing at the door, trembling all over.

"Aze!"

"Ah...Brother Yao!"

"Go with Ah Hua later and tell Uncle Deng about the embarrassing things your boss did.

I, Ho Yiu Chung, will clean up the mess. I'll set up a temple for your boss in Mong Kok later. Tell him to come and burn some incense!"

Ah Ze nodded vigorously and responded at the same time: "Okay, okay!"

After saying that, He Yaozong walked up to Ahua who was guarding outside the door and asked him for a cigarette.

Then he said, "Take this egg and go to Shixiawei to find Fei Deng.

Then bring me back the stick and the account book, and replace all the henchmen that Jordan left behind with Fatty Deng. From now on, you will take care of Deng Wei's food and daily life!"

Ah Hua understood He Yaozong's meaning and immediately nodded in agreement.

Shek Kip Mei Estate, where Fat Deng lived.

Fat Deng, who had been staying in his bedroom for the entire morning, suddenly heard a violent banging on the door outside.

"Open the door, Uncle Dumbledore!"

After the sound of knocking on the door, Aze was heard shouting outside.

After opening the outer door, Fat Deng felt hopeless when he saw Ah Hua standing at the door with a group of people and the pale-faced Ah Ze standing beside him.

He knew that everything was over.

Without waiting for Fei Deng to greet him, Ahua directly invited people into Fei Deng's house and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

"Uncle Deng, the person in charge has already been chosen. Why don't you hand over the Dragon Head Stick?"

"so rude!"

Fat Deng only responded coldly, then walked shakily to the armchair next to the tea table and sat down.

Ah Hua was too lazy to argue with Fat Deng, and just gave a wink to the timid Ah Ze.

Then the henchman standing behind Aze pushed him on the back and pushed Aze into the house.

Aze staggered to Fat Deng, feeling his legs and feet go weak and he almost fell to the ground several times.

Forcing himself to cheer up, he spoke to Fat Deng.

"Brother Le is dissatisfied with the results of the association's election and wants to kill the new leader.

Fortunately... fortunately, it was discovered in time, and Longtou... Longtou has cleaned up the mess, but still gave Quan Lege some face.

We'll be arranging Brother Le's funeral in Mong Kok later, and ask Uncle Deng... to remember to go over and burn some incense..."

After saying this tremblingly, Aze quietly looked up and glanced at Ahua. Fortunately, the other party did not signal him to do anything else.

Fat Deng felt his mind go blank and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Seeing that the old guy seemed to be in a state of dementia, Ah Hua became a little impatient.

He stood up suddenly and walked up to Fat Deng.

"Uncle Deng, just hand over the stick honestly, and the society will provide for your retirement!

I just can't understand it. You are already buried in the earth up to your neck, so what is there that you are reluctant to let go of?
Wouldn't it be nice to just live peacefully and enjoy a few more years of peace and happiness?"

Fat Deng raised his eyelids, glanced at Ahua, and still didn't say anything.

Now Ah Hua was too lazy to show any good face.

"From now on, your food, clothing, and daily needs will be taken care of by us in Sham Shui Po!

Brother Yao asked me to tell you something. If you like this stick so much, then just keep it.

Anyway, it's too difficult to use a broken stick to move firewood.

You just have to hand over the account books. If you delay the business of the various district halls, I'm afraid you and your uncles will have a hard time explaining it to them!"

Fat Deng's straight back finally hunched over.

"The stick and the account book are in the closet in my bedroom. Take them back and remember to tell A Yao.

The dragon head stick is a keepsake passed down through generations, and nothing can go wrong with it. It must be passed down from generation to generation, so remember to keep it well!"

Upon hearing the sound, Ah Hua immediately called two of his men to go to Fei Deng's bedroom to get something.

Then he looked at Fat Deng for a few times and continued.

"Uncle Deng, Young Master Le's body has been dragged to Tangle Street.

He was so highly regarded by you when he was alive. When the mourning hall is set up, you should go over and burn some incense, right?"

"My legs and feet are not very convenient, just ask A Yao to burn the incense for me!"

"That won't work!"

Ah Hua shook his head: "Brother Yao has said that you, Uncle Deng, must go over there to burn incense!

If you, Mr. Deng, have difficulty walking, then let my younger brother carry you over!"

As he spoke, Ah Hua waved to the two thugs again, and someone immediately came forward to lift the armchair where Fat Deng was sitting.

"enough!!"

Fat Deng suddenly shouted, then widened his eyes and glanced at the two thugs who were about to take action.

Then he stood up by holding the armrest of the chair and said in a deep voice.

"I'll go there myself!"

Tangle Street, an open space in a housing estate.

Mao Dun greeted several Taoist priests who were performing religious ceremonies, then ran to the mourning hall, took a look at Lin Huaile lying in the coffin, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

"My Lord, I never thought that the first funeral organized by a community funeral committee would be yours, Ah Le's!
After so much fighting, in the end, we didn’t even have enough space to set up a funeral hall in Jordan…”

(End of this chapter)