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

Chapter 60: Wuying, the sign with the word "head" is not picked like this
After talking to Long Gen, He Yaozong waited in the office for more than ten minutes and finally waited for Qiu Gangao to arrive.

"sit!"

He Yaozong asked Qiu Gangao to sit down and stood up to make him a cup of coffee.

"The malt sugar is in the drawer in front of you. If you want more, just take it yourself."

Then He Yaozong sat down and started talking about business.

"I want you to go to Kowloon City to find someone for me."

"Who?"

"Di Qiu! He is a big shot in Kowloon Walled City and is now being held hostage by a man named Wang Jiu.

Please help me bring this man named Wang Jiu back.

You can take 500,000 yuan from me later and decide what to buy. If it's not enough, you can ask me for more."

"As long as you bring this Wang Jiu back alive, will it be okay no matter what?"

Qiu Gangao asked He Yaozong while stirring his coffee.

"That's right. Once you've taken care of this, I'll help you send Zhang Chongbang off!"

The sound of stirring the coffee stopped abruptly.

Qiu Gangao slowly placed the coffee on the table in front of him, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth began to twitch violently.

Are we going to rescue the kidnapped hostages again?

"Mr. He, once we catch someone, where should we send them to?"

"Someone will meet you at Container Terminal 7 at Kwai Chung Pier.

Be careful, don't get into close combat with that guy called Wang Jiu, this isn't a club show-off! "

Qiu Gangao nodded, but still reminded: "If you use guns in the fortress, if the mobile troops get wind of it, they might stay outside the fortress to block you!"

"Don't worry, I have already arranged for people to hold the Yulan Festival at the ancestral hall in the city.

When the time comes, with drums and gongs beating and firecrackers blasting, you can easily wreak havoc in the fortress!"

Qiu Gangao clenched his fists, a hint of crazy pleasure flashing in his eyes.

"Okay, I'll take some people to the city to check things out first, and then come back to get the money!"

The biggest advantage of letting Qiu Gangao and his team do things is that it saves you a lot of trouble.

Reconnaissance, intelligence gathering, arms black market, route arrangement, they can do it more easily than making plans by yourself.

After seeing Qiu Gangao off, He Yaozong returned to his office and glanced at the clock on the wall.

Now it's time for afternoon tea.

Feisha hasn't called me back yet.

Without thinking too much, He Yaozong directly dialed Feisha's number.

"Hey?"

"Sha Sir, have you figured out what I asked you to ask?"

Hearing that the call was from He Yaozong, Feisha laughed and explained on the phone.

"It's Ayao, I'm lost!

I'm really sorry. The headquarters just held a commendation meeting for me and I just came back from Arsenal Street.

But you don't have to worry, I have already found out everything. It was Zhang Chongbang who found Tony from Jingyi Society and learned some embarrassing stories about Ahua from him.

I've already called Tony and warned him off from his nonsense.

These are just some personal grudges between gangsters. Those who were hacked didn’t say anything. If things get out of hand, I will have to report to my superiors.

I'm about to get promoted, and if Tony dares to give me trouble, I'm going to make him pay!"

"Then Ah Hua will be released soon?"

"Don't worry, without evidence, Zhang Chongbang will detain him for three hours at most.

But I advise you to be careful and beware of villains.

I know Zhang Chongbang best. He's always trying to make a big news story, and who knows, he might find another excuse to drag Ah Hua back for questioning.

"Thank you, Sha Sir."

"No, I owe you a lot. I'll treat you to a meal when I have time."

"No need, Sha-sir. Congratulations in advance on your promotion. See you later."

After hanging up the phone, He Yaozong took a deep breath.

It is now one thirty-five in the afternoon.

Three hours had passed since Ahua was taken back to the police station.

After thinking for a moment, he stood up and shouted to the reception room next door.

"Xiwei, stop reading those pornographic magazines of yours.

Come here, I have something for you to do!"

At exactly two o'clock in the afternoon, Wuying, who was bored to death in the place on Temple Street, suddenly received a call from He Yaozong.

The person on the other end of the phone told him to hurry to Hetai Teahouse, as He Yaozong had something for him to do.

When Wuying arrived at the door of Hetai Teahouse in a dusty state, he was stunned by the scene before him.

The entire street in front of the teahouse was already filled with fighters ready to fight.

Looking around, there were crowds of people, at least more than two hundred people!

They all looked at the black fly eagerly, their eyes full of enthusiasm.

He Yaozong walked out of the teahouse and threw a cigarette to Wuying.

"Your eldest brother, Ah Hua, was taken away by the police because Tony from the Jingyi Society exposed him.

I know that you two have been in Jingyi Society for so many years and have been holding a lot of anger in your hearts.

Today I will provide you with money and people to give you a chance to make a name for yourself. Are you willing to take it?"

Wuying immediately understood what He Yaozong meant.

He mustered up the courage and asked tentatively.

"Brother Yao, what you mean is... to take over the Jingyi Society's territory and plant a flag in Mong Kok?"

"no!"

He Yaozong shook his head, which made Wuying disappointed.

But He Yaozong's next words immediately made Wuying's heart burn with excitement again.

"I'm not asking you to knock down Jingyi Society's territory, I'm asking you to take down their signboard and completely wipe out this sunset society from Mong Kok!"

"Brother Yao, I..."

Wuying looked at He Yaozong in disbelief, and for a moment he didn't know how to describe his feelings.

There is a difference between taking down a signboard with a prefix and conquering the territory of a prefix.

The latter still has room to sit down and talk, and the other party will have to admit defeat.

But the former completely pushes the opponent into a desperate situation!
If we want to take down the Jingyi Society sign, the cost of medicine and resettlement alone is an incalculable amount...

He Yaozong naturally understood Wuying's concerns.

He patted Wufei's shoulder.

"I've prepared the money and the people for you.

If you don’t have the courage, don’t dream of being successful!
Jingyi Society was founded by your old friend, Mr. Lin. He is now in a semi-retired state. If you can't even handle such an old ghost, don't keep telling your eldest brother that you want to make a name for yourself! "

Wuying clenched his fists so hard that they made a clattering sound. No matter what the consequences might be, as long as it involved a face issue, he would definitely go for it without hesitation!

"Don't say anything, Brother Yao. You've got so many brothers to accompany me. If I don't completely crush the Jingyi Society's signboard today, I'll jump off the Xingfa Building!"

Mr. Lin, the leader of Jingyi Society, was hiding in a teahouse on Tangle Street drinking health tea.

He's been in a really bad mood lately.

Holding a cup of health-preserving tea, Mr. Lin fell into deep thought.

He started out as a gangster in his teens. In that turbulent era, he was lucky enough to have the opportunity to work in the territory of the Baifen Ma family, one of the four major families.

Life was good at first, but it didn't last long.

I don’t know what went wrong in the brains of the two brothers Baifen and Ma, but they suddenly gave up their white powder business and switched to selling newspapers!

Having lost his backer, he really wasted several years.

Fortunately, the good times came. With the establishment of the Independent Commission Against Corruption, the era of the four major detectives came to an end. The underground forces in various parts of Hong Kong Island were reshuffled, and the community showed a blowout development.

He also followed the trend of the times and set up the Jingyi Society, a makeshift team.

The club has had some bumps along the way over the years, and its development has not been satisfactory, but it is still acceptable.

As he got older, Mr. Lin had already understood his fate and started preparing for retirement.

However, he never expected that his confidant Si Niu Hao of many years would be targeted by the police and handed over the society's account books and bank accounts.

In half a month, the Jingyi Society's business was raided by the police, and only one tenth of its side businesses remained.

All his disciples and former officials ran away or were arrested. If it weren't for the fact that he still had several legitimate businesses on Tangle Street, he would have thought that the Jingyi Society could be disbanded on the spot!
"Damn it! A person's fate is determined by heaven!"

Pulling his thoughts back, Mr. Lin couldn't help but shook his head. He drank a cup of tea, which had a fragrant aroma but was bitter without any sweetness.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, please go!"

Just as Mr. Lin was feeling deeply moved, a henchman ran up rashly, with a look of horror on his face, and shouted at Mr. Lin.

Mr. Lin put down his teacup and couldn't help asking.

"Why should I run?"

"No... Wuying... Wuying, that street fighter, is coming with his men to attack us!
He said Tony had provoked the emperor and caused his elder brother Ah Hua to be involved in a murder lawsuit. Now he wants to remove the name of our Jingyi Society and ask you, Grandpa, for justice!

"Hem home shovel!"

Mr. Lin was so angry that he slammed the table and stood up.

As the saying goes, it is time to take advantage of someone's misfortune. As early as when Jingyi Society was wiped out by the police, Mr. Lin had thought that Jingyi Society would sooner or later be swallowed up by other societies.

But what he never expected was... the one who came to take down his sign was actually Wuying, a loser!
Where did he get the guts? Where did he get the confidence? Even if Jingyi Society was a pile of shit, no one could step on it!

But soon, the sounds of smashing and looting below the teahouse made him face reality.

A large group of thugs from Tangle Street were rushing upstairs with swords and clubs in hand.

Soon, Wuying's arrogant face appeared in front of Mr. Lin.

"Grandpa, you gave me such a hard time finding you, yet you're still in the mood to drink tea here."

Surrounded by a group of thugs, Wuying walked up to Mr. Lin with a ruthless pace.

He picked up a tea spoon, opened the lid of the teapot, and then spat into it.

Looking at Mr. Lin with a sullen face, he naturally would not miss this opportunity to show off.

"Back in the Jingyi Society, you losers always told Brother Hua that if you took me in as your younger brother, you would never be able to rise again.

Now I am like a crab crushed by a rock, what else do you want to say to me?"

Mr. Lin glanced at the knifeman following behind Wuying. Seeing that his knife was still stained with blood, the anger he had just felt had long since dissipated.

"Wuying, Jingyi Society has supported you for several years after all!
Even if you have made it big, there is no need for you to turn around and bite Jingyi Society, right?

Are you qualified to take down the Jingyi Society signboard?"

"How many years will Jingyi Society support me?"

Wuying couldn't help but sneer.

He grabbed the teapot and poured the hot soup all over Mr. Lin's head.

"Your mother! When have you ever let me off the hook for all the embarrassing and miserable things you've done in the past few years? Have we ever been given a chance to do any of the jobs that can make money?

You still have the nerve to say such things! If my boss hadn't taken me over, I would have been shot dead by the police outside the courthouse!"

The scalding hot water scalded Mr. Lin so much that he screamed. He hurriedly took a few steps back, leaned against the window of the teahouse, and looked at the fly in panic.

"What do you want?"

"What do I want?"

Wuying turned around, grabbed a machete, and approached his former boss.

He grinned and said, "Okay, the Jingyi Society will be expelled from today!
I can give you a chance to live, but you must kneel down and say thank you to Brother Wuying first!"

"Wuying, why are you talking to Grandpa like that?"

Just when the black fly had cornered Mr. Lin into a state of helplessness, Ah Hua's voice suddenly came from the stairs.

The thugs surrounding Wuying dispersed and made way for Ahua.

Wuying was overjoyed: "Brother Hua, you're out?"

"As soon as I got out, Brother Yao asked someone to arrange for me to work here."

Ahua walked up to Wuying and took the machete from his hand.

It was not until now that Wuying could see clearly that there were two thugs following Ahua, carrying an unconscious man towards this side.

Taking a closer look, I found that this was Tony, the former mortal enemy of Jingyi Society.

Ah Hua swung the machete and chopped it down on the carved pear wood chair in front of him.

Then he pulled over a chair and sat in front of Mr. Lin.

"Fly, that's not how you pick a sign."

After Ah Hua finished speaking, he turned sideways, put his right hand on the handle of the machete, and smiled at Mr. Lin.

"Grandpa, I explained it very clearly that day. Ah Hua has made some progress under Jing Yi's guidance.

I have also done my best for Jingyi, and we parted ways amicably, with no one owing anyone anything.

But I can’t figure out what grudge Tony has against me that would make him tell the police about all the dirty things I did for Jingyi.”

Mr. Lin took a few deep breaths, stabilized his aura, and then responded.

"Ahua, is there any misunderstanding here?"

Ah Hua shook his head indifferently.

"There's no misunderstanding! I'm making such a big fuss just to get justice from you, Grandpa!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ah Hua had already firmly grasped the knife handle in his hand, with a sharp look in his eyes, which made Mr. Lin feel a chill in his heart.

"After all, you and Tony were once fellow disciples. You wouldn't want to kill him, would you?"

Ahua didn't say anything, but his furrowed brows told Mr. Lin the answer.

Mr. Lin sighed, "So Tony must die?"

"If he doesn't die, you will be buried with him!"

Ah Hua spoke coldly, which made Mr. Lin feel a pang in his heart and he almost couldn't breathe.

The weight of this sentence coming out of Wuying's mouth is completely different from that coming out of Ahua's mouth!

Seeing that Ah Hua had begun to pull the machete out from the back of the chair little by little, Mr. Lin knew that he could no longer hold on.

"Tony betrayed me and provoked the emperor. You killed him, and all the grudges between us are now completely settled!"

click-

The machete was pulled out, which immediately scared Mr. Lin.

However, Ahua did not attack anyone, but instead handed the machete to Mr. Lin.

"The matter of cleaning up the house has to be done by you personally!
I believe the police will be here soon, Grandpa, you don't have much time to think about it!"

Mr. Lin could hardly hold the knife handle in his hand.

He looked at Ahua in disbelief. This henchman who stood up for Jingyi ended up becoming Jingyi's mourner.

Killing his confidant Tony would be equivalent to telling Jingyi's followers that Master Lin was completely ruined!

No one would like to recognize a person who killed his confidant because of coercion as the boss!
If he were twenty years younger, Mr. Lin guaranteed that he would dare to roar at Ahua now, and if he dared, he would chop his neck with a knife.

But things are different now. The older people get, the more they appreciate life.

Ahua didn't give him too much time to hesitate. He just stood up and raised three fingers towards Mr. Lin.

"I'll count to three!"

"three!"

puff-

Blood spurted out and splashed all over Mr. Lin's face.

Lin Gong dropped the machete in his hand tremblingly and fell to the ground.

Ah Hua put down his raised hand, looked at Mr. Lin with disdain, then turned around and waved to the group of people. Everyone gathered and walked downstairs.

From today onwards, Jingyi Society will be removed from Hong Kong Island!
……

Night falls.

Kowloon Walled City, the rooftop of an old tenement building.

A man with brown eyes and a half-long wolf tail came to a dog cage on the rooftop, surrounded by a group of thugs.

"Damn it, why are you so noisy today?"

"Ninth Brother, the ancestral hall in the city is holding a Yulan Festival!"

"Bring some people over there later and beat up these idiots.

Listen up! From now on in Kowloon Walled City, I, Wang Jiu, will be the rule!

The man who is ordering his men to do something is Wang Jiu, who has mastered the hard Qigong to perfection and is as good as a god!

When I lifted the iron plate of the dog cage, I saw a man curled up in it, looking up at me with his eyes narrowed.

“Uh-huh—”

Seeing Di Qiu in a miserable state in the cage, Wang Jiu laughed like a madman.

He bent down, picked up a bamboo pole, and reached into the dog cage as if teasing a dog, poking Di Qiu on the back.

At the same time, he acted coy and said in a strange voice, "Boss, you'd better sign those land transfer contracts.

If you sign the contract, I will let you go back. You won't have to be beaten all day long, and you can go back to be reunited with your wife and children."

Anger showed on Di Qiu's face. He bit his cracked lips and then suddenly spat blood foam at Wang Jiu.

"leave!"

Wang Jiu dodged swiftly, and his strange laughter became even louder.

"I almost forgot, your wife and children were hacked to death a long time ago!"

After saying that, Wang Jiu stood up straight, his expression suddenly changed, and he kicked over the dog cage in front of him.

Before Di Qiu in the cage could react, Wang Jiu had already taken off his glasses and swung a hammer leaning against the wall.

bang-

The cage was flattened, squeezing the iron bars and falling heavily on Di Qiu's back.

puff--

Di Qiu suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of hot blood spurted out of his mouth. He suddenly felt that the air was squeezed in his lungs and he couldn't spit it out no matter how hard he tried.

"Hey, Brother Nine, calm down!
Beat him to death, and you won't be able to get these deeds!"

"Nine Brother, let's give him some more ingredients. I don't believe we can't get rid of him!"

Just as Wang Jiu was about to swing the hammer for the second time, a group of thugs stepped forward and grabbed his arms.

"Go away!"

Wang Jiu was incredibly strong. With a flick of his arm, he threw two or three of his men away.

Bang dong——

The hammer hit the concrete floor, Wang Jiu put one hand on his waist, and then stepped on the flattened dog cage.

"Di Qiu, sometimes I really hate this loser Chen Zhan!
Why did he want to kill your entire family? Hiss—I have no way to deal with you now!"

(End of this chapter)