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

Chapter 92 Han Chen, now that you’re on this boat, do you still want to get off?

5pm, Flower Market Road Stadium.

Fat Deng was walking the Shar-Pei dog on the court.

Lin Huaile followed beside him and served carefully, fearing that Fat Deng would accidentally roll down from the high steps in the stands.

"Are you saying that Ho Yiu Chung is really prepared to spend millions to help Tai Po Black Box Explosion close those deals?"

Tired of walking, Fat Deng chose a step to sit down and handed the dog leash to Lin Huaile.

Lin Huaile pulled the dog to sit steadily and answered truthfully.

"Yes, I admire him. He spent so much money just to buy a seat at the table.

These are just two halls!"

Fat Deng drooped his eyelids and moved his fat body towards the shade of the stand awning.

He then said, "I heard from the heroes that He Yaozong pried out more than 10 million from those Vietnamese guys.

At the rate you're spending money, I don't think he can last much longer.

How dare he boast that he's going to open a minibus line with a bunch of explosives? I wonder how much money he'll have left to burn later!"

After comforting Lin Huaile, Fat Deng asked.

"How did he answer you about the Tsim Sha Tsui incident?"

"He agreed to plant a flag in Tsim Sha Tsui, but he didn't agree to let me go in with him.

He also asked me to contact other district halls, asking if anyone wanted to go to Tsim Sha Tsui to get some business, and asked me to draw up a list and send it to him.

"Where's the list?"

"It's not even finished yet, and many gangs are taking a wait-and-see attitude. They're worried that even if they break into Tsim Sha Tsui and divide up the territory, they'll all have to fight together!"

The corners of Fat Deng's mouth twitched. This was probably the reason why he lost Tsim Sha Tsui twenty years ago and had not been able to set foot there since then.

In order to hide his embarrassment, Fat Deng immediately changed the subject.

"Don't worry about whether these people dare to go. Since He Yaozong has agreed, you should draw up a list first.

Then send him to Sham Shui Po and make this known to the community. I want to see how long it takes for him to gain a foothold in Tsim Sha Tsui."

As he spoke, Fat Deng raised his eyelids, looked at Lin Huaile and said in a serious voice.

"Ah Le, the position of leader between us and Lian Sheng must not be inherited from our family like Xin Ji!
The society must give every gang a chance to take turns being the banker, that's the only way it's fair!"

Lin Huaile had heard enough of Fat Deng's brainwashing tactics, but he had no choice but to cheer up and agree with Fat Deng with a smile.

In a theatre in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Chen Yongren leaned on the threshold outside the theater box, smoking one cigarette after another.

Han Chen was in the box. Ever since he was betrayed by the Ni family, he began to distrust everyone.

The police couldn't dig up any negative information about him, so whenever he went out, the security guards accompanying him had to be replaced.

He really listened to what He Yaozong said to him in his friend's ice room at noon.

The police's methods are too restrictive, so the other party has to use the methods of the gang to deal with Han Chen.

How to make Han Chen disappear silently is a difficult problem.

After smoking the last cigarette in the box, Chen Yongren threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out.

Then he walked to the bathroom at the back of the theater and hid inside to make a phone call.

About half an hour later, Han Chen finished watching the show and walked out with his men.

When the accompanying henchman opened the door of the box, Han Chen saw Chen Yongren squatting in the corner with a haggard face.

"Aren, didn't I tell you to stay out of the spotlight and not work during this period?

Take a few days off and don't be around me if you don't have anything to do!"

Ever since Huang Zhicheng's death, Han Chen has always felt that Chen Yongren was a little abnormal.

He had already developed a suspicious habit, and his suspicion of Chen Yongren was inevitably strengthened.

It's simple. Several of his trusted aides, such as Sha Qiang and Di Lu, had died in the gunfight with the police.

It can be said that he used his own life to prove his own "innocence".

Among the remaining confidants who have always been by his side, only Chen Yongren is still alive.

Han Chen had no reason not to doubt him.

Chen Yongren just smiled bitterly, then stood up and said.

"Brother Chen, this morning, I went to Po Fook Hill to burn incense for Sha Qiang, and I also went to see Sister Mary.

I don’t know what happened, but when I went there to pay my respects during the Qingming Festival, Sister Mary was still fine.

But today I found that the tombstone in front of Sister Mary's grave was cracked. I went to the grave manager there and gave him some money to repair it. I don't know if it's been fixed yet."

Upon hearing this, Han Chen's expression changed instantly.

His wife Mary is the last bit of warmth in Han Chen's heart. Even though she has been dead for so many years, Han Chen still misses her.

"Aren, you're so thoughtful!"

Walking up to Chen Yongren, Han Chen put his hand on his shoulder and couldn't help feeling moved.

Chen Yongren just waved his hand wearily.

“It’s not easy for all of you to come here, now those who are leaving can go, those who are leaving can go.

I often wonder if there will be anyone who will light incense for me at my grave if I die one day.

Han Chen sighed, but didn't know how to respond to Chen Yongren's words.

After a while, Han Chen spoke again.

"Don't say such depressing things. Come with me to Baofu Mountain later to burn some incense for your sister-in-law."

Chen Yongren raised his eyelids and glanced at Han Chen.

Then he nodded solemnly: "Okay!"

It was almost dusk when a Mercedes-Benz slowly drove into the Po Fook Hill Cemetery in Sha Tin District.

At the entrance of the cemetery, Han Chen got out of the car and looked deeply towards the top of the western mountain.

Buried there is the love of Han Chen's life, a woman who once colluded with the police and tried to help him annex the Ni family and died!

Few people come to the cemetery to pay their respects in the evening. Even the staff guarding the graves don't like to go out at this time.

A van stopped behind the Mercedes-Benz, and then five thugs got out of the car and walked behind Han Chen.

Accompanying Han Chen to the foot of the mountain, Han Chen suddenly stopped when he looked at the steps leading to the top of the mountain.

"You guys just stay down there, I want to go chat with my wife."

Then Han Chen took a plastic bag containing sachets and paper money from Chen Yongren and nodded to Chen Yongren.

"Come on, Ren, the three of you go up with me."

Chen Yongren nodded, but his heart was already in his throat.

On the surface, he had to remain calm, lowering his head and following Han Chen step by step to the top of the mountain.

The evening wind whistled past, bringing with it a whimpering sound, like the sobbing of a ghost.

For a moment, Chen Yongren couldn't tell whether this could be considered as fulfilling his duty.

Shaking his head, he looked up at the sky, where a full moon was already hanging.

Chen Yongren immediately put aside all distracting thoughts - who cares? He was really tired of this kind of life where he was neither human nor ghost!

If he can't restore his identity, he might as well die!
When he arrived at Mary's grave, Han Chen stopped, took out paper money from the plastic bag, and was about to light it.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Mary's intact tombstone, and a feeling of fear immediately rushed into his head.

"Bring me the gun!"

BIU——BIU——

Just as Han Chen finished speaking, several muffled gunshots were heard from under a Podocarpus tree in the northwest corner of the cemetery.

The two henchmen had just taken out their guns from their waists when they fell to the ground.

The people who fired the shots were Qiu Gangao and others who had been lurking here for a long time.

Han Chen reacted extremely quickly. His resentful gaze immediately fell on Chen Yongren. At the same time, he threw away the paper money in his hand and snatched the gun from the gunman before the gunman fell to the ground.

Without any hesitation, he pulled the hammer and was about to raise his gun to shoot Chen Yongren.

Two gunshots rang out, one long and one short. The bullets from Qiu Gangao's group hit Han Chen's right arm first, knocking the gun in his hand to the ground.

The bullet fired by Han Chen missed the target and just barely grazed Chen Yongren's scalp, causing Chen Yongren to break out in a cold sweat.

"Chen Yongren! It's you!!"

Han Chen, who was shot in the right arm, ignored the gunshot wound on his arm and lowered his body to pick up the gun with his left hand.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind - he must kill Chen Yongren!
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Qiu Gangao and others who had been lurking here for a long time quickly stepped forward, picked up a rope, and immediately strangled Han Chen's neck.

Mo Yiquan followed closely and kicked the pistol off the ground.

The other two people took the opportunity to gag him or put him in a sack.

"Step aside!"

Qiu Gangao pushed away Mo Yiqun who was blocking in front of him, and then slashed Han Chen's neck heavily with a palm knife.

Han Chen fainted immediately.

The gunshots just now obviously alarmed the thugs at the foot of the mountain, and Chen Yongren had no suspicion.

"Let's go, they're coming up soon!"

Qiu Gangao was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he stood where he was, tightened the hood on his face, then reached behind his waist, pulled out a pistol, loaded it with bullets, and handed it to Chen Yongren.

"Sir Chen, fire two shots!

Hurry! They are already on the mountainside! "

Chen Yongren took the pistol and was a little confused for a moment.

"Remember to hit the lead! Quick!"

Qiu Gangao didn't give him a chance to think. As he urged on, the footsteps on the steps below the cemetery became more and more rapid.

Three gunshots rang out in succession, and two of the thugs in the front tumbled down the stairs.

The others looked at each other and hurriedly jumped into the bushes nearby to hide.

After seeing Chen Yongren fire the gun, Qiu Gangao immediately made a gesture towards Mo Yiqun.

The three men carried Han Chen, who was in a sack, and rushed down from the back mountain.

……

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A bucket of cold sea water was poured on Han Chen's head. Han Chen suddenly woke up and slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as he regained consciousness, he felt a piercing pain shooting up from the wound on his right arm.

When he looked again, he saw a man with a gloomy face and carrying a bucket standing in front of him.

Sitting behind this man was a handsome young man who was looking at him with a smile.

Han Chen recognized this young man. He was Ho Yaozong, who had recently become famous in Hong Kong and Kowloon.

After checking his surroundings, Han Chen realized that he must have been tied to a boat.

"Brother Chen, why aren't you talking?"

He Yaozong stood up from his chair and walked to Han Chen's side.

Han Chen gritted his teeth and glared at He Yaozong, then turned his head away.

"He Yaozong, I don't think I've ever had any conflict with you, right?"

"Look at what you're saying. Do I have to have a holiday to cause you trouble?"

He Yaozong gestured to Qiu Gangao to wait outside the cabin, and then squatted in front of Han Chen.

He lit a cigarette and spoke slowly.

"It's all your fault for blocking my way. The ghost you raised in the police force is too sharp and has targeted my people!

So I asked your brother Chen to come here, mainly to ask you to let Liu Jianming of the Intelligence Department show some mercy and let my brother go. How about that? "

Han Chen's heart beat violently, and then he looked at He Yaozong with an incredible look.

He stammered for a long time before speaking: "How did you know that Liu Jianming was my ghost?"

"That's none of your business. Anyway, if you're sensible, Brother Chen, tell me where you keep all the evidence against those traitors in the police force.

This will save you a lot of trouble!"

Han Chen's face had turned purple with anger, and he answered through gritted teeth.

"Tie me up here, and you won't get anything from me!"

"So what are you going to do, Brother Chen?"

"Let me go back first. I'll go greet Liu Jianming. Tell me, how did he offend you?"

He Yaozong held the cigarette and remained silent for a while.

Looking at Han Chen, he couldn't help but sneer twice.

These two laughs made Han Chen angry: "What's so funny!"

"Han Chen, I don't think you understand your situation.

I went through so much trouble to get you on this boat, do you think you can survive?"

"Then just kill me! Why are you still talking so much nonsense?!"

Han Chen almost popped his eyes out of their sockets and yelled at He Yaozong.

Unexpectedly, the smile on He Yaozong's face faded instead of grew.

He flicked the cigarette butt between his fingers, then took a drag.

He blew a puff of smoke on Han Chen's face and sneered.

"I know you're stubborn, so I didn't expect you to speak up.

But you have to understand, I'm not a policeman, and I won't be so polite when asking questions!"

He Yaozong immediately tapped the watch on his wrist and spoke.

"It's 7:23 pm now. If you can hold out until dawn, I won't ask any more questions.

After that, I'll come in every twenty minutes and ask you, "Think it through, and tell me where the evidence against those traitors is!"

After saying that, He Yaozong stood up and smiled contemptuously at Han Chen.

This laugh made Han Chen's scalp tingle.

Then He Yaozong walked out of the cabin, and the person who walked into the cabin was Qiu Gangao with a cold face.

Soon, screams rang out one after another in the cabin, mixed with Han Chen's shouting and cursing.

After another ten minutes, the shouting and cursing gradually stopped, replaced by increasingly weak wails.

Twenty minutes later, He Yaozong returned to the cabin and looked at Han Chen lying on the ground with a look of pain on his face.

It was obvious that Qiu Gangao was very measured in his actions. Although he used torture, he did not endanger Han Chen's life.

Shaking his head, He Yaozong couldn't help but frown.

"Ao, aren't you confident that you've been trained at Scotland Yard and studied various criminal interrogation techniques?
How come you can't even handle Han Chen? Are you really going to keep him up all night? "

Qiu Gangao put down the pliers in his hand, feeling helpless.

"Mr. He, although those methods are effective, they are all long-term tactics of training the eagle.

If you want to get something out of your interrogation target quickly, sustained pain is the most effective way."

"How long will the persistent pain last? Can it be made more intense?"

“It’s hard to say, but there’s medical evidence that if a person experiences excessive pain in a short period of time, their nerves will become dull.

Therefore, there must be a limit to the use of forced confessions; the most important thing is actually to win over the heart."

Listening to He Yaozong and Qiu Gangao talking back and forth about how to force a confession from him, Han Chen, lying on the deck, actually let out a sinister laugh for a moment.

It seems that the degree that Qiu Gangao mentioned is far from being effective on Han Chen.

He Yaozong immediately became annoyed.

He walked quickly forward, squatted down, picked up the pliers that Qiu Gangao had dropped, gripped the handle tightly, straightened Han Chen's right hand, and immediately smashed it towards his fingers.

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The sound of bones breaking was accompanied by the explosion of flesh and blood. Han Chen's face turned blue and he almost fainted from the pain.

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With another blow, He Yaozong broke the five fingers of Han Chen's right hand one after another like hammering a nail.

This fierce style stunned Qiu Gangao.

However, He Yaozong did not stop. He stepped on Han Chen's right hand on the deck, watched coldly as Han Chen desperately hit the deck with his left hand, then stretched out his left hand and grabbed Han Chen's white hair.

He held the pliers in his right hand and pressed them against Han Chen's front teeth.

"So courageous? Then I'll ask you one last time.

Where is the evidence against those traitors? If you don't tell me, your wife's ashes will be buried with you in the sea!"

Han Chen's entire face twitched involuntarily, and his throat gurgled.

When he heard He Yaozong mention his wife, the shock in his eyes became even more intense.

Seeing that the threat was effective, He Yaozong continued.

"I'm giving you one last chance now. Hand over the things, and I'll send you on your way.

When you die, I will bury your ashes next to your wife.

Think it over before answering me, my patience is limited!"

Sooner or later you will pay for what you have done!

This is a sentence that Han Chen’s former boss Ni Kun often said.

As time passed, people from the Ni family fell in front of him one after another. It seemed that he could not escape this time.

Han Chen only regretted that he had been so cautious in dealing with the police over the years, and had focused all his attention on the police.

But he never expected that he would fall into the hands of He Yaozong, a man he had never met before.

Just because of that sentence - you did nothing wrong, it's just that you blocked my way!
"The thing...the thing is in a safe in the east bedroom of Room 1203, Building A2, Haitan Building!
Safe... the safe combination is 102211..."

Han Chen uttered these words with difficulty, and then He Yaozong moved his foot away from his bloody palm.

He winked at Qiu Gangao, who immediately understood.

Then he picked up his mobile phone and went outside the cabin to tell people to do something.

Looking at Han Chen lying on the ground, soaked in cold sweat, He Yaozong couldn't help but shook his head.

"If you had said that earlier, wouldn't there be nothing wrong?"

"He... He Yaozong... Don't go too far. Promise me one request..."

Han Chen gasped for breath and trembled as he spoke to He Yaozong.

"There's five million in cash in the safe, you...you take this money.

Then I'll give a portion to the grave manager at Po Fook Shan, and have him burn some paper money at my wife's grave every year on her death anniversary."

"Stupid! Even if I don't agree to your condition, the money is mine!"

"you you……"

Han Chen was so angry that he couldn't speak for a while.

But he saw He Yaozong took out another cigarette, lit it, stood up straight, and spoke to him coldly.

"Don't worry, if I get the things, I will still agree to your request."

Wan Chai, Star Street Community, Liu Jianming's residence.

At 9:30 in the evening, Liu Jianming, who had just returned home from overtime work, received a call.

(End of this chapter)