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

Chapter 76: Blowing Chicken: I can’t stand it anymore, whoever you want can be the boss
"Stop it, motherfucker! Even if the whole of Kowloon goes out, there won't be a power outage here!"

Just as one of the thugs was about to reach for the flashlight hanging on his waist, he heard a sound of wind breaking on the wall behind him, followed by three muffled thuds of something falling to the ground.

The moment the flashlight came on, three bayonets were already at his throat.

puff-

The bayonets of Wang Jianjun and the other two accurately pierced the throats of the three men.

After gently knocking down the three people who had been dealt with, Wang Jianjun grabbed a flashlight and shone it along the passage leading to the backyard. He briefly memorized the route to the inside of the villa and then turned off the flashlight.

Without a moment's hesitation, he made a gesture behind him, and the two people on guard on the wall dropped the rope, and then followed Wang Jianjun's gesture and continued to be on guard here.

Then, three figures moved as fast as lightning and moved towards the house.

"What's going on? Go cut off the backup power!"

The two gunmen on duty in the lobby villa were carefully selected by Bai Tou Weng.

The lights suddenly went out, which made the two of them alert.

"How can we turn on the backup power supply in the dark? Let's ask someone outside to bring in a flashlight!"

click-

Just as the two gunmen were about to ask the men on duty in the front yard to bring out their flashlights, three powerful flashlights suddenly lit up in the passage in the backyard.

Three people holding flashlights walked towards the two gunmen in an orderly manner.

"Fall on the street, don't shine in your eyes!"

The powerful light curtain dazzled the two men, causing them to subconsciously wave their hands to block it, but one of the gunmen quickly realized that something was wrong.

"wrong……"

Just as he subconsciously reached out to draw his gun, he found it was too late. Wang Jianjun and the other two were approaching quickly.

The three of them took a step forward and heard a series of sounds of soldiers piercing bodies.

The three men attacked quickly and fiercely, and the first target they aimed at was the throat where the three people made sounds.

The smell of blood immediately filled the living room...

After signaling one of his men to stay downstairs to keep watch, Wang Jianjun did not hesitate and quickly headed upstairs with his brother and a flashlight in hand.

It took less than forty seconds from the time the target shooter cut the wire to the time Wang Jianjun and the other man went upstairs.

The two men still breathed steadily, as if they were the night watchmen of this villa, and walked upstairs with light steps.

Wang Jianguo took out his night vision goggles and scanned the room.

Then he pointed to the second-to-last room in the corridor on the second floor, indicating that there was only one person in there.

Wang Jianjun didn't hesitate. He held the flashlight in his left hand, shook off the blood stains on the bayonet with his right hand, and walked quickly towards the bedroom.

The old man was very cunning. The moment the power went out, he hid in his bedroom.

This is a specially modified safe house. The door is locked and cannot be opened for a while.

At this time, Bai Tou Weng was dialing the phone in the room. When he found that the call could not be dialed, a trace of sadness suddenly appeared in his heart...

Until now, there has been no response from downstairs.

Is the ending that I imagined all those years ago finally coming?

The door handle of the room rustled twice outside, and then when I found that the door was locked, it became quiet again.

The old man was completely desperate, but he forced himself to cheer up and put down the phone receiver.

"My friend, no matter who sent you, if you're willing to go, I'll give you double the price they offer!"

Wow – Wow –

There was a sharp sound outside the door, as if a pair of ghost hands were rattling the door panels in the darkness.

This made the white-headed bird even more frightened.

I am old and frightened. Could it be that there are really ghosts outside coming to claim my life?

When I was at a loss, I suddenly heard a loud noise coming from the darkness.

Boom——

The powerful explosion sounded the alarm in the house, and a pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air.

Looking at the door again, a flashlight was shining directly towards him.

"Who are you... hehe..."

When Wang Jianguo rushed in, Wang Jianjun had already dealt with the white-headed old man easily.

These people were once the most elite war machines and had no mercy when it came to life.

Looking at the old man with white hair being knocked down by Wang Jianjun, Wang Jianguo did not suspect anything and pulled out a scimitar from behind, ready to chop off the old man with white hair.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and leave!"

"Brother, didn't the boss say he wanted to use his head as a sacrifice to the spirits?"

"Idiot! The boss fucks other people's mothers every day. When have you ever seen him actually fuck someone else's mother?!"

Grabbing Wang Jianguo, the two men quickly retreated from the darkness, but instead of returning the same way, they jumped from a balcony in the backyard.

When the people in the front yard entered the house to check the situation, the three men had already climbed up along the rope lowered from the wall.

A clever boy named Dong Xingzai heard the alarm and ran to the backyard to check the situation.

Suddenly, in the darkness, the figures of Wang Jianjun and his group were seen jumping from the wall to the back mountain outside.

"Hey! There seems to be someone here!"

"where?!"

Someone got wind of it and immediately gathered around.

The thug pointed at the wall that was more than two people high and beat his chest and stamped his feet.

"Damn it, I was so close to catching them, but unfortunately they got away!!"

……

The next day, at Da Nan Street, Long Gen’s residence.

Guan Zaisen had no descendants and no one to see him off to the end of his life, so Long Gen arranged a funeral for Guan Zaisen here.

The specifications are still handled according to the model of regional decision-makers.

As the boss of Guanzaisen, Long Gen gave him the last bit of dignity.

At this time, a Taoist priest was already performing a water and land ritual in front of the coffin.

All the big bosses of the stalls in Sham Shui Po were present and bowed in front of Guanzai Senling one by one.

However, Guan Zaisen has few good friends, and few of the uncles in the society come in person.

Uncles like Leng Lao, Shuai Gou, Fei Hua, Shuang Fan Dong, Lao Gui Qiang, and Dalao Quan all sent wreaths through others.

Many gangs were worried about being involved in the feud with Dongxing, so they didn't even show up.

This is what they call a community that needs balance. Balance after balance, balance leads to individual indifference and each acting on their own...

He Yaozong accompanied Long Gen to sit in the family seat, but it was Jimmy who was responsible for responding to the greetings.

To He Yaozong's surprise, Chuanbao was the only uncle present today.

Ever since Guanzaisen's corpse was pulled back from the funeral home and the mourning hall had just been set up, Chuanbao came with his men.

First, he burned incense and paid his respects in front of Guanzaisen's spirit, and then, as the deceased's elder, he helped Long Gen run around the mourning hall, without stopping for a moment until almost ten o'clock in the morning.

"Ayao, Bai Tou Weng was killed at his residence last night. Was it you who did this?"

While the ritual was quiet for a while, Long Gen couldn't help but ask He Yaozong a question.

He got up early in the morning but never dared to ask about this matter.

Although he understood that no matter how the white-headed old man died, the blame would definitely be placed on Sham Shui Po.

He Yaozong nodded, then looked at Long Gendao.

"Uncle, during this period of time, I suggest that you stop running around.

Those disciples of Bai Tou Weng can't get any attention from me, so they inevitably vent their anger on you uncles."

Long Gen did not deny this, as this matter was too big a deal.

Before the establishment of ICAC, there were many more brutal and vicious community conflicts than this.

In the past, when Axe Jun took over, thousands of people showed off their horses in Tsim Sha Tsui. It was a real fight between the two gangs, and they were determined to fight to the death.

Didn't he just sit back and drink tea, and suffer the loss with Liansheng holding his nose?
It’s just that the past has been forgotten for many years, and now that it has happened to him, it is a little difficult for Long Gen, who has already retired, to adapt.

"Jordan leader Lin Huaile presents a pair of wreaths and 20,000 yuan in condolence money to express his condolences!"

"A thank you gift from the disciples!"

As the flute musicians outside the mourning hall sang out Lin Huaile's name, Long Gen couldn't help but stand up.

"Ayao, those who are loyal and righteous are still loyal and righteous!

At this critical moment, Ah Le is still willing to come and burn incense. Our hall will definitely owe him a favor!"

After saying this, Long Gen was about to go over in person to express his gratitude.

This is the first district leader who came to the mourning hall to pay his respects in person today.

He Yaozong also stood up and looked at Lin Huaile, who had already taken the long incense and was offering sacrifices in front of Guanzaishen's spirit, with a complicated expression.

They are loyal and affectionate when they are not fighting for the leadership, but I wonder if they will still be so respectful and humble when they are fighting for the leadership.

At this time in Yuen Long, a mourning hall was set up outside the ancestral hall of Lin San, the first leader of the Dongxing Society.

Situ Haonan, Lei Yaoyang and others have been paying their respects at the Lin Temple for a long time.

It was almost lunchtime and the group of people who came to pay their respects gradually dispersed.

Situ Haonan invited Lei Yaoyang to sit under a towering Metasequoia tree at the entrance of the ancestral hall. Pulling the mourning cloth tighter on his head, Situ Haonan glanced into the mourning hall with disgust. Inside, a sturdy young man with a side-parted hairstyle was lying on the coffin, weeping bitterly.

"Uncle Ben! I just came back from the Netherlands and haven't had time to visit you yet.

You...how did you die? Uncle Ben, ah, Uncle Ben..."

The noisy and harsh sound made Situ Haonan raise his fist and punch the Metasequoia tree next to him.

"Lei Yaoyang, look at this crow who's been crying all morning. He's crying even more sadly than us because Uncle Ben died!
If you didn’t know, you would think that the person lying in the coffin was his father!”

Lei Yaoyang also frowned.

"Maybe his father died, and he didn't cry so hard!

This guy ran away to the Netherlands three years ago and took away so much money from the society, but Camel didn't say anything about him.

Now that I'm back from Holland, I've just caught up with Uncle Ben in trouble, leaving so much territory free. I even wonder if he's smiling over there!"

"Who says it isn't?"

Situ Haonan shifted his gaze away from Crow and said harshly.

"When I received the news of Uncle Ben's death today, the first thing I did was run to Yuen Long to ask the Dragon Head whether we should mobilize the community and officially declare war on Wo Luen Sheng!

Guess what the leader said?"

"What else can I say? I've asked everyone, and Camel said that nothing is more important than burying my uncle in peace!
By the time Uncle Ben finished taking care of the funeral, he had already divided the territory in Yau Tsim District among his confidants!"

Lei Yaoyang gritted his teeth. As expected, no matter what kind of funeral arrangements were made, dividing the family property was always the top priority.

The lineage of Uncle Ben from Dongxing has a close connection with the lineage of Luotuo.

The two families lived together in a community and both started their families in Yuen Long.

But the two forces are as incompatible as water and fire, and they are wary of each other.

Back then, Lin San, the first leader of Tung Sing, led the veteran country boy to invade Kowloon, but he died of illness before he could gain a foothold.

Between his two confidants, Lin San chose to pass the position of leader to Luo Zhengwu, Luo Tuo's father.

This caused Bai Tou Weng to feel resentful for so many years, but he also considered the overall situation and did not say much.

After finally waiting for Luo Zhengwu to die, Bai Tou Weng thought that it was finally his turn to take the position of the leader.

Unexpectedly, Luo Zhengwu had been paving the way for his son Luo Bingrun in Dongxing Society for so many years, and after his death, he directly passed the position of leader to his son.

In order to prevent Bai Tou Weng from forcing the emperor to abdicate after his death, Luo Zhengwu had been creating discord with the Hung Hing Society during the years he was in power. As a result, there were powerful enemies outside, and Bai Tou Weng had to swallow his anger and consider the overall situation by recognizing Luo Bingrun's status as the leader.

Since then, the two forces have already broken up in secret, and the old man has survived. The camel clan must be so happy at this moment.

blah-

Situ Haonan lit a cigarette for himself and then handed the cigarette box to Lei Yaoyang.

"I'm so annoyed! Want one?"

"Need not!"

Lei Yaoyang waved his hand, then looked around, sat next to Situ Haonan, and spoke in a low voice.

"We can't go on like this. We must force Luotuo to fight them now. We can't give him the chance to carve up our territory!"

"What can you do?"

"Of course!"

Lei Yaoyang clenched his teeth and spoke.

"He Liansheng killed Uncle Ben, so we will also use the name of Dongxing and the pretext of avenging Uncle Ben to kill He Liansheng's boss!
Anyway, the place where the chicken is played is also in Wan Chai, so it is convenient for us to take action!

Regardless of whether this thing succeeds or not, it will tie Dongxing and us together. When the time comes, Luotuo will have no choice but to take action!"

"You're crazy! If Luotuo doesn't care, then we'll have to bear the entire Heliansheng firepower!"

"If he doesn't care, he won't be able to hold on to his position as the leader!

Uncle Ben's fortune is all in Yau Tsim District. You don't want to see Camel's henchmen divide up all of Uncle Ben's wealth, do you?

Situ Haonan clenched the cigarette in his hand and took a deep puff.

He immediately spoke.

"You have a point. Uncle Ben can't die in vain. Let's do it!"

……

In a restaurant on Gloucester Road, Wan Chai.

Chuiji had just finished his lunch. He wiped his mouth and asked the man standing behind him.

"Have you sent the wreaths from Sham Shui Po?"

"I've sent it over. By the way, Lao Ding, Long Gen asked me to bring you a message.

If you have time, he still hopes that you, as an elder, will go and burn incense for Guanzai Sen."

"I'll give him a cock-scent! Is this something I can just do casually?"

Blowing Chicken dropped the napkin in his hand and then spoke.

"I'm the boss of He Liansheng! They killed the White-headed Old Man from Dongxing. If I go there in person to burn incense, wouldn't that be like telling everyone that I support the fight with Dongxing?
If things get out of hand, I, as the person in charge, will have to step in and offer them tea and negotiate on their behalf.

"Fan Jiachan, this person who is in charge is really aggrieved!"

The grievances of the past two years seemed to be aroused at this moment, and he kept chattering on and on, leaving the henchmen beside him stunned.

Standing up, Chui Ji grabbed the coat hanging on the back of the chair.

"Let's go! Let's have another cup of tea first!"

He called his men out and ran straight towards an old-fashioned tiger-head car.

Just as Chuiji was about to get into the car, he suddenly saw a group of knife-wielding men walking down the street.

The one who took the lead was He Yong, the head of Dongxing Situ Haonan.

My eyelid jumped when I blew it, and I immediately realized what was going on.

"Fuck the street! Go get the car!"

After saying that, he hurriedly opened the car door and got in.

With a bang, the car door was locked. Looking at the group of knife-wielding men running towards him, he felt as if his heart was burning with fear.

"Hurry up and drive the car, what are you still doing?"

The driver of the car is more anxious than the chicken. This car is almost ten years old.

Don’t be fooled by its beautiful decoration on the outside. It is actually weak on the inside. Many parts are old and it takes a long time to start the engine.

Chui Ji would rather take the money to gamble on Da D's boat than buy a decent car.

Shila-

The car still didn't catch fire. At this time, He Yong had already led his men to surround Hu Touben. A group of knifemen raised their machetes without saying a word and chopped down the car windows.

The glass on Chuiji's side had been broken into pieces. Looking at the waving reflection outside the window, Chuiji was terrified.

"Kill him!"

"Revenge Uncle Ben!"

"We are here at Dongxing, get out of here, everyone else!"

……

At this time, all the car windows had been smashed. Just as someone reached in to open the car door, the car finally started.

The driver of the car had no suspicion. He gritted his teeth, stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped away like an arrow, scaring away the Dongxing guys who were surrounding the car.

Chuiji glanced out the window in shock and found that the group of thugs were still chasing him. He immediately urged the driver to hurry up.

"Drive faster, drive faster!"

"Lao Ding, where are we going?"

"Go to Tsuen Wan, go to Big D, go to Big D first!"

……

At around one o'clock in the afternoon, the car finally stopped in front of Da D's house.

Chuiji didn't dare to stay in the car for a moment. Before the car stopped, he crawled out of the car and ran towards Da D's residence.

The thugs at the door saw that it was Chuiji coming, but did not stop him.

He opened the door and ran in hurriedly.

"Big D! Big D!"

At this time, Big D was sitting in the reception room on the second floor, checking the boss's account with his wife.

Suddenly, he heard Chuiji calling him anxiously downstairs. He immediately dropped the account book in his hand and ran to the balcony.

"What the hell are you yelling about! Is someone behind you trying to take your soul?!"

Chuiji felt relieved when he saw Da D at home. He just waved towards the upstairs but never stopped walking.

By the time he ran to Big D, he was already out of breath.

Seeing this, Big D's wife immediately put away the account book and looked at Chui Jidao.

"Uncle, I'll make you some tea."

Then Big D's wife came downstairs, and Big D looked at the panting Blow Chicken.

"Tell me, what happened?"

“I can’t stand it anymore, I can’t stand it anymore!
Go and say hello to Deng Wei. I'm done with this job, whoever you want can do it. I really can't take it anymore..."

Chuiji's legs went limp and he sat down on the ground.

(End of this chapter)