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

Chapter 39: Remembering Xiang Duo Now? Too Late!

At 8:35, Ahua and Wuying rushed to Hetai Teahouse and met He Yaozong in his office.

He Yaozong had a serious expression and asked the two to sit down.

Without much nonsense, he started to explain.

"Ah Hua, I received news that Zhong Xin Yi is coming to Temple Street to cause trouble tonight.

Go back to Temple Street and check the place out. If you encounter someone from Zhong Xin Yi looking for trouble, don't act rashly. Clear the customers out first, and then lock the door to the place!"

Ah Hua was puzzled: "Brother Yao, you didn't say anything when someone stepped on you?"

"I'm not asking you to keep quiet. Tonight is the real showdown, so it's easier to get things done behind closed doors."

He Yaozong lowered his voice and said coldly.

"I've already sent Xiwei to borrow some soldiers. Tonight on Temple Street, I'm going to strike first, before a hundred more come!"

Ah Hua nodded, not quite understanding.

Then He Yaozong looked at Wuying again.

"Wuying, go find Brother Jimmy right away and ask him to rent two minibuses.

Then he took a minibus to Kwai Chung Container Terminal to get kerosene.

I've arranged for someone over there to quickly make two boxes of Molotov cocktails out of beer bottles. Once you've collected these, drive to Tsim Sha Tsui East immediately."

Wuying replied foolishly: "Brother Yao, what are you going to Tsim Sha Tsui for?"

"Listen up! Drive to Tsim Sha Tsui East, park your car, and wait for my call.

As soon as I call, get everyone out of the car and light the Molotov cocktails.

"Give me a few bottles to each of Zhong Xin Yi's places in Tsim Sha Tsui East. Throw them away and leave. Don't stay any longer!"

"it is good!"

Although he didn't understand He Yaozong's intention, Wuying still nodded cautiously in agreement.

After explaining these things, He Yaozong didn't say much, but urged the two to go out quickly and do things according to his instructions.

In the accounting office of Hetai Tea House, Xiwei was sitting in front of the landline phone, feeling like his lips were about to be blistered.

"Chaozhou Wei, didn't your mother go out to relieve her sexual desire?

Don't talk, I don't have time to chat with you. Let me ask you, was it easy to make the three thousand dollars last time?

It's easy to make money, right? Bring some people over tonight and you'll have some money to earn.

But I have to make a promise first, don’t let this get out, or I’ll really kill someone tonight!”

"Is it Dazhichen? You ask who I am?

Have you forgotten about the last time your skinny younger brother came to Sham Shui Po to look for a job?

How many people do I need? Bring all the drivers you can from your territory here. If you can't get there within half an hour, just take a taxi back!"

……

In the Jinbala Nightclub not far from the Windsor Nightclub, the duty manager came to a corner of the nightclub and handed Ahua a cigarette in a flattering manner.

He didn't notice at all that the nightclub seemed to be particularly prosperous tonight. Even before the evening session, there was still a steady stream of customers coming in.

"Brother Hua, with you guys watching over the place these past two days, the place has been much quieter."

The manager on duty flattered Ah Hua while holding the fire for him.

Ahua smiled, lit a cigarette, and patted the manager's hand.

"Why, was business not good in the past?"

“It’s not that business is bad, it’s just that in a place like Temple Street, it’s really hard to find a big boss with connections to protect you.

Take the big dance hall for example. Since the opening of Jinbala, people have been bringing in things like bobbleheads and psychedelic stamps.

It was fine if the customers brought their own, but later on people started bringing in things like No. 4 and K to sell.”

The manager sighed and shook his head, "Over time, this place has become a den of fellow Taoists.

Sometimes people even die, and the police are always right when they check the cards!"

Ah Hua held the cigarette in his mouth and exhaled a deep puff of smoke.

“I haven’t met the boss since I took over this place.

The place is in such a mess, and your boss doesn't care?"

“The boss is in Malaysia. He entrusted this place to someone else. As long as there is money to be made every month, he never asks about what happens.

It’s really hard for us working people. Every time we get checked by the police, we get a lot of wages docked and we get beaten up!

It was clear that the manager on duty sincerely welcomed people from large clubs to come and check out the venue.

Anyway, the tea money is paid by the shareholders, so he can save a lot of worries. If he doesn't flatter Ahua, he will feel sorry for his current leisurely life.

Ah Hua looked at him and just smiled. If the manager on duty knew what was going to happen tonight, he wondered if he could still tell him the "truth".

At this time, the singing and dancing in the nightclub gradually rose, and the atmosphere began to reach an intoxicating climax.

Ah Hua finished his cigarette and then ignored the manager who was still trying to chat with him. He leaned back on the sofa, eyes closed, and rested. Time passed by minute by minute, until around 10:40 pm, when a thug who was watching the scene ran up to Ah Hua and whispered something in his ear.

Ah Hua immediately stood up and sneered.

"What are you waiting for? Clear out the guests immediately and lock the downstairs door for me!"

As he spoke, Ah Hua reached for his waist, grabbed his new mobile phone, and skillfully dialed a number to call He Yaozong.

……

In the middle of the Jinbala dance floor, there was a commotion and the guests were asked to leave one after another.

A group of thugs were shouting in a booth in the middle of the dance hall. Ah Hua pushed through the crowd and saw a young man in a white coat and a sinister face, slumped arrogantly on the sofa.

On the table in front of him were two unopened packages of "No. 4" snacks.

Ah Hua picked up a pack of No. 4 cigarettes, put it to his nose and sniffed it, then looked at the arrogant young man.

"Are these yours?"

"Exactly!"

The young man responded lazily, clearly not taking Ahua seriously.

Ah Hua threw the small package of No. 4 on the ground and stepped on it.

"Who asked you to come to my place to sell goods?"

This action obviously angered the young man in front of him.

He stood up suddenly and pulled out an extended dog-leg knife from behind.

"I, your godfather, have been distributing goods here on Temple Street for over two years. Why can't I distribute them tonight?"

A hint of mockery flashed across Ah Hua's lips. At the same time, he stepped on the foot of 'Number Four' and twisted it hard, directly stepping on the bag of powder to make it burst.

"You're quite angry. What's your name?"

The young man changed his grip to a reverse grip and sneered.

"I tell you what, tonight you either pay for this bag of stuff, or get down on your knees and lick it clean. Don't leave any of it behind!"

While he was speaking, the thugs surrounding him had already started drawing their swords.

Ah Hua was on guard and looked at the young man in front of him coldly.

"I'll ask you one last time, which letter does it start with?"

"Fuck your mother's name!"

The young man obviously did not play by the rules. He did not even announce his home address and just swung his knife.

His movements were really fast, but fortunately Ah Hua was prepared and narrowly avoided the knife, while quickly taking a few steps back.

Looking down at the leather jacket that was split open on his chest, Ah Hua's expression began to freeze.

"What are you all standing there for? Are you going to watch me get hacked to death?!"

Following his angry shout, the knifemen who had just been mixed in the crowd pretending to be customers swarmed over him.

The young man with a defiant look finally had a hint of panic in his eyes.

His hand holding the knife dropped, but he still maintained the posture of holding the knife with his backhand.

"Playing dirty? Listen carefully, I'm your godfather, the loyal and righteous Ah Heng!"

Ah Hua sneered, took a machete from a thug, stood in front of him, and looked at Ah Heng in shock.

Rather than calling it a machete, it was more like a shortened Guandao, three times as long as the dog-leg knife in his hand...

"Suckling, you're only thinking of Xiang Duo now? It's too late!

Kill these idiots for me!"

Following Ah Hua's order, the place suddenly became noisy and full of excitement...

In Tsim Sha Tsui East Plaza, Wuying was sitting in a minibus, already yawning from how sleepy he was.

Ring ring ring——

The rapid ringing of the phone made Wufei jump as if he had been electrocuted.

The call was from He Yaozong.

"Wuying, you can start now.

Remember, don't delay when you're done, drive back immediately!"

"I understand, Brother Yao!"

After hanging up the phone, Wuying stood up directly from the bus and glanced at his younger brother who was looking at him.

"What are you doing sitting there like an idiot? Waiting for your midnight snack?

Get out of the car and do something! ! ”

(End of this chapter)