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

Chapter 75: White-headed Old Man: Someone wants to use my head to sacrifice to the spirit of Guan Zaisen?

After Wuying finished speaking, he suddenly pulled out the sharp knife from behind.

Guan Zaisen thought that Wuying was going to cut the rope for him. Just as he was about to change his position, he saw Wuying suddenly slash down with a knife, piercing his chest directly.

"Hehe..."

Guan Zaisen widened his eyes and looked at Wuying in disbelief.

The blackfly, however, did not have any ambiguity in its meaning.

He pulled out the sharp knife and stabbed Guan Zaisen in the chest again.

A moment later, the blackfly ran out of the air-conditioning room in panic.

"He's dead! Brother Sen was hacked to death by the Dongxing people!"

……

East Kowloon Funeral Home.

He Yaozong accompanied Long Gen in the cold morgue.

Long Gen looked at Guan Zaisen's pale face, and for a moment, for some reason, he felt neither happy nor sad.

It is reasonable that Guan Zaisen has followed him for so many years, and now that he is dead, he should be sad.

But thinking back, in his memory, Guan Zai Sen seemed to only ask for money, money...

"Ayao, what are you going to do?"

I couldn't feel sad, so I just didn't bother to watch it.

Long Gen turned around and asked He Yaozong.

He Yaozong lifted the shroud and covered Guan Zaisan's face.

"Uncle, since the emperor and his men have killed Brother Sen, I have nothing to worry about.

The fight has begun, and they're stepping on our heads. It's a good time to plant a flag on Portland Street!"

Long Gen sighed.

"Now that Da Mi and the Emperor are dead, I don't think there's any room for easing this matter. I have no choice but to do this."

After saying that, Long Gen called He Yaozong and walked outside.

"No matter what, Guan Zaisen was once the division leader of us and Liansheng.

Don't feel any pressure. Even if the entire East Star attacks you, I will have my own say in the society!"

He Yaozong followed Long Gen and just nodded indifferently.

Walking out of the morgue, Long Gen suddenly stopped.

Then he turned around and looked at He Yaozong.

"Ayao, I still have to tell you something. You can start a fight on Portland Street, but try to control the timing.

Bai Tou Weng has a high prestige within Dongxing, and it is impossible for you to defeat him.

In my opinion, the best thing is to stop fighting until it’s enough, and then sit down and talk it over together.”

He Yaozong couldn't help but frown and pointed to the morgue on the right.

"Uncle, so what you mean is that Brother Sen died in vain?"

"That's not what I meant! If you come out and become a scoundrel, you'll have one foot in the pit and one foot in the coffin.

Life and death are common, but I'm worried about you. You've finally made some achievements, but you're about to be dragged down by Dongxing!"

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He Yaozong lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and just shook his head indifferently.

"Those who can be dragged down will eventually be defeated.

Now that we have fallen out, we must fight to the end!
Otherwise, if other gang leaders see me fighting with our gang and even having a chance to sit down and have tea, who will take me seriously in the future?"

After saying that, He Yaozong looked at Long Gen deeply and spoke word by word.

"Uncle, no matter what, Brother Sen was your top horse before. I'm just trying to help you regain some face!"

Long Gen was also speechless.

The two stood in the corridor in silence for a long time, and finally Long Gen spoke first.

"Then fight well! I'll help you with Chui Ji and Deng Wei's work!"

"No need, the territory is back, it's mine!

I don't want to hear people complaining and trying to carve up a piece of our territory!"

Looking at He Yaozong's expressionless face, Long Gen seemed to smell a strange scent.

This seemed to be his first conversation with He Yaozong, and the other party did not smile at him.

[The person in my heart has a smiling face.]

He once gave me spring in late autumn...]

Shek Kip Mei Estate, where Fat Deng lived.

The old gramophone was playing Zhou Xuan's song "Eternal Smile" from the 1940s.

It's like singing a praise of Fat Deng's youth that has long since faded in his memories.

With his belly slightly protruding, Fat Deng leaned against the back of the sofa and looked at Lin Huaile who was standing beside him.

"Ah Le, are you saying that He Yaozong is planning to plant a flag in Bai Tou Weng's territory?"

Lin Huaile was squatting on the ground at this time, feeding the Shar-Pei for Deng Wei.

Hearing the sound, he dropped the dog food in his hand, clapped his hands and stood in front of Fat Deng.

“Yes, the people from Dongxing hacked Guan Zaisen to death.

A Yao retaliated by hacking to death Bai Tou Weng's two confidants.

Now the fighting has broken out on Portland Street. A Yaobi said that even if we can't destroy Portland Street, we must make sure that Bai Tou Weng has no business! "

Fat Deng nodded slightly: "He is a man of integrity and loyalty!"

As he spoke, Fat Deng Mo stroked the back of his hand and motioned Lin Huaile to hand him a cup of tea.

After grabbing the tea and taking a sip to moisten his throat, Fat Deng spoke.

"Until now, Long Gen hasn't come to me for advice. I guess He Yaozong is ready to handle it himself!

I'm sometimes curious: do young people have to suffer losses before they understand the meaning of the word "rules"?

Lin Huaile followed suit and joined in the conversation.

"Uncle Deng, Ayao may not be able to withstand the pressure from Dongxing."

"I'm not saying whether he can handle it or not, Ah Le, what do you think about this matter?!"

Lin Huaile lowered his head and thought for a moment, then answered.

"Follow! Now Long Gen isn't communicating with the society, so we have to rely on one gang to handle it alone.

Now that I have followed him, it becomes clear how valuable it is to help someone in need."

Fat Deng shook his head, which surprised Lin Huaile.

"Uncle Deng, if Dongxing uses all its power to attack Ayao, will I just stand by and watch?"

"It's not that I don't want you to follow, but you have to find the right time to follow!

If you go over now and lose the fight, you will be responsible for your own fault.

If you win, people will say it doesn't matter whether you are there or not!

Since Long Gen won't communicate with the society, then you just watch and wait until he can no longer hold on, then you can lead the charge to support him. That's what's truly valuable!"

In response to Fat Deng's remarks, Lin Huaile couldn't help but sit next to him and asked.

"Uncle Deng, what if Ayao wins alone?"

"Do you think Bai Tou Weng is made of mud? He is an old man of the same generation as me. When he followed Lin San to conquer the world, I know his strengths and weaknesses best!

If Ho Yiu Chung's gang could defeat Bai Tou Weng, I would give him my all. He could even become the underground emperor of Hong Kong Island!

Fat Deng glared coldly and spoke to Lin Huaile.

……

Shanghai Street, in a private salon's private room.

The old man looked at the henchman who had just entered the room.

"How's it going? Are Situ and Lei Yaoyang here?"

“Uncle Ben, they are coming here with people!”

"What's going on on Portland Street now?"

The henchman hesitated for a moment, obviously having something to hide.

The white-headed old man's face darkened: "Tell the truth!"

“Uncle Ben, the place over on Portland Street has been smashed up.

Liansheng is still borrowing troops from everywhere. He said he wants to dig you out and use... use..."

"Speak clearly without missing a word!"

"They said they want to use your head, Uncle Ben, to pay tribute to Guan Zaisen's spirit!"

"Fuck you! You're using my head to pay homage to Guan Zaisen's spirit. Aren't they afraid that Guan Zaisen's spirit tablet will collapse?!"

The white-crowned crane was so angry that he slammed the table and jumped up immediately.

He pointed at the thug's nose and yelled.

"Go! Go call Situ and urge them to come over quickly.

No matter whether they are policemen or not, tonight Portland Street will be a river of blood!
I want to see who takes whose head to offer sacrifice to the spirits!"

dong dong dong-

Just as the old man was furious, someone knocked on the door outside the box.

"Is Uncle Ben in there?"

The voice coming from outside the door was that of Bai Tou Weng's loyal confidant Situ Haonan.

The thug standing in front of the old man hurried to open the door and saw Situ Haonan and Lei Yaoyang standing at the door, looking inside.

"Come in, what are you still doing outside?"

He took a deep breath to calm his anger, then waved to the two of them to come in.

As the two of them sat down one after another, the old man spoke.

"I told Liansheng that he wanted to take my head to offer sacrifice to Guanzaishen's spirit!
I don’t know what you two think.”

Situ Haonan immediately became furious: "Who is so arrogant? Aren't they afraid of getting their tongue blown away by the wind?! Uncle Ben, is it that idiot He Yaozong?!"

"What else? He killed the Emperor and Da Mi in one day, and now he wants to settle the score with me!

Situ, I have lived for so many years, but today I suddenly feel like I am just a small character.

Lei Yaoyang followed suit.

"Uncle Ben, in my opinion, there's no use guarding Portland Street.

These scoundrels are so arrogant, I suggest we stop defending Portland Street. Let Situ and I take the others to destroy He Yaozong's place first!

Anyway, we're the ones who don't do any business in Portland Street, so we're losing money no matter how we calculate it!"

Situ Haonan agreed with Lei Yaoyang's suggestion and immediately stood up and looked at Bai Tou Weng.

"Uncle Ben, I think Yaoyang is right!

There is no point hiding here now, as the police are keeping a close eye on Portland Street anyway.

Tonight we'll take people to Sham Shui Po, find this scoundrel Ho Yiu Chung, and drag him to the ancestral temple in Yuen Long to offer sacrifices to the spirits of Big Mi and the Emperor!

……

Lai Chi Kok Liang Kee Hot Pot.

Tonight, Feisha finally fulfilled the midnight snack he had promised many times.

At this time, the area around Liang Ji Hot Pot was already surrounded by energetic He Liansheng players.

Feisha picked up a piece of beef offal and put it in his mouth, then took a sip of beer.

He looked around and then at He Yaozong, but in the end he still had no appetite to continue eating.

"Ayao, could you please calm down and stop making things difficult for me?"

He Yaozong smiled faintly: "What's wrong, Sha Sir? Since when did you become responsible for Portland Street?"

“That area is not under my jurisdiction, but it belongs to our Group B’s jurisdiction!

You dragged your gang over there to fight with the old man, and you made my boss mad. My life is getting harder!"

Throwing a cigarette to Feisha, He Yaozong looked up at the night sky and spoke slowly.

"Then let's change the location and fight in Wan Chai!"

"Hey! What on earth do you want to do?
I'm telling you, I only invited you out for this midnight snack because I treat you as a friend. If you mess around, you'll be the only one who gets upset!"

"Why do I feel bad?"

"White-headed old man! Lao Jia, a time-honored brand in Hong Kong, has been operating in Hong Kong for so many years. You can't beat them!"

He Yaozong's smile widened: "How many heads does this time-honored Lao Jia have? How many lives does he have?
Sir Sha, I am going to beat up these No. 4 guys for you, not to save you trouble!
I think you should talk to the narcotics guys and give me a Good Citizen Award."

Feisha dropped his chopsticks and said, "What the hell are you talking about? If the Young and Dangerous can fight like hell, why do we need the Organized Crime and Triads?
I think you've been too popular recently and have lost yourself in the limelight!

Don’t make this a big deal. If O-Ji headquarters gets involved, I won’t know how you’ll shut down the station!”

He Yaozong simply stood up, picked up the windbreaker hanging on the back of the chair, and put it on his shoulders.

Feisha was surprised: "Hey, where are you going?"

"It's better to say something else, Sir Sha, thank you for the midnight snack.

I'll treat you next time I have the chance!"

After saying this, He Yaozong took a group of people and left Liangji Hotpot.

After getting back in the car, Ho Yaozong did not go back to Tuodi. Instead, he asked Xiwei to drive the car and came to a seaside near Kwai Chung Pier.

After getting off the bus, I heard the sound of waves hitting the beach in the distance. Looking across the Victoria Bay, I saw a bright light.

Taking out his phone, He Yaozong first dialed a number.

The call was connected soon and Lei Meizhen's voice came from the other end.

"Which one?"

"Madam, long time no see!"

Hearing He Yaozong's voice, the person on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned for a moment, and then Lei Meizhen responded.

"What do you want from me?"

“It’s just a small matter, I want to ask you about someone.

The white-headed bird from Dongxing should be registered in your O-Ji archives, right?"

Lei Meizhen hesitated for a moment, then answered truthfully.

"Only those above the rank of Superintendent have the authority to view the detailed information on the Whiteheaded Man."

"I don't want his detailed information, just tell me where he lives!

Madam, this isn't too hard on you, is it? "

"That's not difficult. If you want, I can get you his phone number.

But can you tell me what you want to do with the information about the white-headed old man?"

He Yaozong smiled and said, "Sorry, Madam, I don't really want to cause you any trouble, so it's better if you don't know."

"Okay, I'll go back to the police station and bring you the information later.

So, where should I send it to?"

"Fuhua Street, Haoyou Ice House, someone is waiting for you over there!"

"it is good……"

When Lei Meizhen heard that He Yaozong was not going to meet her in person, her tone seemed to reveal a little disappointment.

At 9:30 in the evening, He Yaozong returned to Hetai Teahouse.

According to the phone call from Ahua, the people from Dongxing directly gave up the place on Portland Street and planned to attack Hetai Tea House directly.

Ahua led his men to fight hard, and both sides suffered losses.

Just when the fight was getting intense, Feisha came with a mobile force and the dispute ended tonight.

However, the people from Dongxing also made a harsh statement, saying that from tonight onwards, my uncle's lineage will fight to the death with He Yaozong.

He Yaozong never took this kind of verbal threat seriously.

He asked Xiwei to call Wang Jianjun over. If they were going to do something tonight, they had to do it big!
"boss!"

Pushing open the office door, Wang Jianjun walked up to He Yaozong.

Like a sharp sword stuck in the ground, Wang Jianjun greeted He Yaozong.

"Jianjun, I have a one million dollar deal for you tonight."

Wang Jianjun raised his eyebrows.

"Kill who?"

"The White-headed Bird of the East Star!"

After saying that, He Yaozong took out a document from the drawer and handed it to Wang Jianjun.

“Remember, I promised to take his head and offer it to the spirit in front of Guanzaishen’s incense hall.

After you finish this deal tonight, there will be several more deals for you to do!"

Wang Jianjun took the document, glanced at it coldly, then folded it and put it in his pocket.

"Old rules, no guns?"

"Bullshit rules! In the Kedoori Hillside Villa District, even if you break it, the police won't hear you!"

Wang Jianjun gave He Yaozong a knowing smile.

"It's better not to use a gun. If I do, I won't feel at ease with the money I earned."

It’s late at night, in the quiet of Kellett Hill, in the mid-level villa area.

At this time in the past, the white-crowned crane would have already lay down on the bed to rest.

But tonight, he sat on the balcony of his villa, looking at the dazzling night view of Kowloon at the foot of the mountain, and his heart could not calm down for a long time.

"Da Mi, Emperor, although Kowloon is better than the countryside, it still requires a strong person to survive!"

He sighed, and a mountain breeze blew by. For some reason, the old man felt a little uneasy.

The patrol team outside, responsible for security in the wealthy area, was passing by the mountain road with flashlights in hand.

Looking again at the thugs on night duty in the villa garden, they were already gathered in groups of three or five, lighting cigarettes and chatting.

The old man shook his head, finally stood up, called his Filipino maid, and prepared to go downstairs to make a bowl of calming soup for him.

In the woods on the side of the villa halfway up the mountain, Wang Jianguo took a night vision telescope to survey the area, then turned around and made some gestures to Wang Jianjun and others.

There are no dogs in the villa. There are ten men in the yard, five in the front yard, three in the back yard, and two on duty in the villa lobby.

There are two people in the hall who are suspected of having guns and need special attention.

Wang Jianjun took out a Glock pistol with a silencer from his waist, and then whispered to Wang Jianguo.

“Try not to use a gun unless it is absolutely necessary.

If you take the boss's money, you must abide by the boss's rules!"

Wang Jianguo nodded and took out the silenced pistol from his waist and filled the magazine.

Then Wang Jianjun looked at the target shooter lying beside him.

"Target boy, you are responsible for the two electricity!

Go to the back mountain later. As soon as you see us sneaking into the residential area, immediately bring people to cut off the telephone and electrical lines!

Then keep watch outside with a gun. If there is an emergency, you can shoot!"

"it is good!"

"The rest of you, follow me!"

The target shooter nodded cautiously to Wang Jianjun, and then Wang Jianjun waved his hand, and a small team of five people crouched down and quietly moved towards the back mountain of the villa.

At this time, in the backyard, three Dongxing boys were gathered together chatting, killing the boring night watch time.

“Hey, I heard that Da Mi and the Emperor were hacked to death by He Liansheng’s men?
"I'm really pissed today! I'm going to give the Portland Street turf to whoever can take down Ho Yiu Chung of Wo Luen Sing."

The three of them chatted with the woman for a long time until their mouths were almost dry with saliva.

A tall and thin man decided to pick some interesting topics to pass the long night.

"Shut up, what's going on with you?

The place on Portland Street is reserved for Brother Haonan and Brother Yaoyang. You don't think you can take down that He Yaozong, do you? "

A man with a crew cut joined in the conversation, and the atmosphere was gradually getting lively. Just when the three of them were about to have a good discussion, the street lights in the backyard suddenly went out.

"What's going on? Is there a power outage?!"

(End of this chapter)