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

Chapter 11 Blind Light
Guan Zaisen's drug addiction is about to reach a terminal stage.

In a video hall on Da Nan Street, Guan Zaisen walked out of the bathroom under the stairs, exuding a listless air.

This is a video hall owned by Jimmie, and it is already 9:55 in the evening.

There are less than five minutes left before the late-night porn show.

The video room is already filled with a lot of idle young men.

"Brother Sen!"

"Hello, Brother Sen!"

Those gang members who were sitting in their chairs, eagerly waiting for the video to be shown, stood up and greeted Guan Zaisen.

Guan Zaisen agreed one by one.

Most of the people here are Guan Zaisen's followers, but Guan Zaisen also knows that in Sham Shui Po, he is just a name.

If it weren't for the face of Long Gen and Jimizi, he wouldn't even be worth an egg.

Guan Zaisen, who had just had his fill, asked the bar for a glass of iced soda, but now he was starting to have a headache again because of his troubles.

"Brother Sen, why are you so sad?"

A greeting interrupted Guan Zaisen's meditation.

When I turned around, I saw He Yaozong holding a black briefcase, smiling at me with his white teeth showing.

"It's Ah Yao. I heard from the people in the teahouse that Uncle and you had a very happy chat. So, are the people from Hongxing going to cause you any trouble?"

Guan Zaisen also smiled in response.

He Yaozong pulled a chair and sat next to Guan Zaisen.

"Brother Sen, I know you are worried about Grandpa's birthday party.

You are his best man, if you don't give the right gift, people will inevitably talk behind your back."

Guan Zaisen smiled bitterly and nodded.

"Jimmy gave me 50,000 yuan to buy a birthday gift for my uncle.

It's my fault. I was so obsessed with going to Chow Tai Fook to get a set of Fu Lu Shou from the uncle that I ended up losing all 50,000 yuan at the Jockey Club..."

He Yaozong smiled lightly, then threw the briefcase under his arm in front of Guan Zaisen.

"Brother Sen, I won't say more.

Here is one hundred thousand yuan in cash, just consider it a token of my appreciation.

You can give it to Grandpa and consider it as your birthday gift."

Guan Zaisen was filled with astonishment, but he took the briefcase very honestly and unzipped it.

After seeing the bundles of cash inside, the gloom on his face immediately disappeared.

"Ayao, thank you so much! Thank you for your trouble!
If your grandpa arranges any good job for you in the future, I will do my best to help you get it!"

After saying that, Guan Zaisen picked up his briefcase with a smile on his face and prepared to leave.

He Yaozong frowned.

"Brother Sen, wait a moment."

"What?"

“Don’t use this money to gamble for now.

You should give it to Grandpa intact tonight. As for the Fu Lu Shou you mentioned, I will find a way to help you fight it when the time comes!"

Guan Zaisen was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"it is good!"

Looking at Guan Zaisen's receding back, He Yaozong couldn't help but shook his head.

He snapped his fingers and asked the bartender for a soda.

Boom—

Just as he was opening the bottle cap, he suddenly heard a dull thud of tables and chairs falling over in the middle of the video room.

Then came shouting and the sounds of fists and kicks.

"Fuck you Blind Hui, do you know this is He Liansheng's territory?" "Fuck you! You're so nagging when I ask you for a pack of cigarettes, and you even dare to steal my money? I think you're courting death!"

The voice sounded familiar. He Yaozong looked over and found Xiwei, who had just finished his midnight snack, was leading a few thugs to beat and kick a skinny man.

The man was knocked to the ground. Although Xiwei and others' fists and kicks fell on his back like a storm, he still held on to the cigarette box in his arms.

It’s just that Xiwei and others beat him really hard, and the man felt pain and couldn’t help but beg for mercy loudly.

"Little Viagra, little Viagra!

I...I came here to smoke cigarettes with Brother Jimmy's permission!
If you don’t give me money, I’ll… I’ll go back and make them angry and they won’t let me off…”

"You dare to use Brother Jimmy to pressure me? I'll beat you to a pulp!"

Xiwei had no intention of stopping. On the contrary, after Manghui begged for mercy, his punches and kicks seemed to be even more powerful.

He Yaozong couldn't help but frown.

From the stuttering voice of the beaten man, he roughly knew who the man called "Blind Hui" by Xiwei and others was (Blind Hui, from "Mobile Unit - Desperate Road").

This is a gangster who lives at the bottom of Hong Kong Island.

A poor guy who has no one to rely on and is bullied by gangsters, patrolling policemen, and even neighbors.

Another unknown person in society, the territory dominated by gangsters, always releases the most thorough malice towards the weak.

Unfortunately, Blind Hui is such a weak person.

Honest, cowardly, and introverted are the labels of this slightly hunchbacked young man. In this dim video room, these labels seem to have become his innate original sin.

As Xiwei worked hard, Manghui, who was lying on the ground, began to fall into a semi-comatose state.

But everyone in the video room was just watching this with great interest. Everyone knew that even if Blind Hui was beaten to death here, it would just be another body sunk in the sea near a pier in Hong Kong Island tonight.

No one cares about his life or death, including the police who usually force Blind Hui to be a tainted witness.

"Brother Xiwei, the movie is about to start."

Just as Xiwei was about to lift a bench and smash it against Blind Hui's back, He Yaozong stretched out his hand to block his arm.

Xiwei was a little surprised, but when he saw that the person coming was He Yaozong, he couldn't help but put down the bench in his hand.

"Ayao, do you know this guy?"

"I don't know him, but it's not worth killing someone just for the money for a pack of cigarettes."

He Yaozong glanced at Bianhui who was dying on the ground, then took out a fifty-yuan bill from his pocket and handed it to Xiwei.

"Consider this pack of cigarettes my treat. How about some Viagra?"

Xiwei chuckled awkwardly and then dropped the chair in his hand.

He clapped his hands and rejected the fifty yuan that He Yaozong handed to him.

"Ayao, I, Xiwei, am not the kind of person who doesn't know the importance of things. Since you are willing to speak up for Blind Hui, then he is lucky today. I won't bother with him anymore."

"Thank you very much, Brother Xiwei, for your kindness."

Xiwei waved his hand, too lazy to look at Bianhui lying on the ground.

Then change the subject.

"Oh, Yao, the discs we're going to broadcast tonight were brought over from Taiwan by Jimmy. They're all real-life military shows.

If you get excited tonight, I'll take you to Bowling Green for a good time!"

"No need for that little Viagra. I have something to say to the man lying on the ground."

He Yaozong smiled apologetically and pointed at Blind Hui on the ground.

Xiwei nodded.

Then he kicked Blind Hui on the ground.

"Blind Hui, my brother is talking to you, are you deaf?"

Upon hearing this, Blind Hui, who had been beaten almost to the point of fainting, struggled to get up from the ground holding the cigarette box.

Fear prevented him from looking up, but he still thanked He Yaozong in an inaudible voice.

He Yaozong didn't say much. He patted Manghui's shoulder and motioned him to walk out of the video room with him.

(End of this chapter)