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

Chapter 95: Fat Deng: Is he talking nonsense? He's forcing Xinji to fight us to the bitter end!
"What's going on?! He's been clamoring to fight you in Tsim Sha Tsui these days. What does it mean by running to the San Kee's territory?"

Long Gen didn't know the ins and outs, so he couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know what Young Master Le is thinking, but from what Wuying said, he wants to take Wuying to San Kee to experience the scenery of Tsim Sha Tsui."

"Is the injury serious?"

"It's okay, at least he's still alive. He's probably staying in Kwong Wah Hospital now.

But according to the doctor over there, he is still in a coma!"

Long Gen paused on the other end of the phone.

He immediately began to preach.

"I'm going to Shixiawei to find Fei Deng right away. The district leader has been beaten up, so you can just go and do your job under the name of the society. Fei Deng won't just sit there and watch!"

"Okay, I'll go to the hospital to see Young Master Le first!"

……

Kwong Wah Hospital, Emergency Department, in an independent ward.

Lin Huaile was lying on the bed, the hair on his back had been pushed back, and he had just cleaned the wound and had stitches done.

The bottle hit him really hard. At this time, a centipede about six or seven centimeters long had snaked around from the occipital bone to the temporal bone on the left side of Lin Huaile's brain, and he needed fifteen stitches!

After the nurse gave him a dose of antiemetic, Lin Huaile felt that the nausea and chest tightness were slightly relieved.

At this moment, he couldn't move, nor could he sleep. He was just thinking about one question with his hazy mind -

Is it that the Heliansheng brand is not shiny enough, or are the young and energetic gangsters too scary?

Why do they dare to smash a wine bottle on my head? Is it really true that I, the leader of Jordan, have no value at all?
At the door, a nurse on duty was talking quietly with He Yaozong in the corridor.

"The patient is still in the observation period, so try to let him rest more and don't chat with him too much.

If the patient feels unwell, remember to press the bedside bell immediately!"

"Okay, thanks for reminding me."

Nodding to the nurse, He Yaozong then walked in carrying a bag of bananas.

It was late at night and there were no open fruit stalls, so I brought over a bag of bananas and told Lin Huaile to just eat a few.

"Brother Yao!"

The man who was accompanying the patient quickly stood up and greeted He Yaozong. He Yaozong immediately waved his hand, handed the banana to him, and then signaled him to wait outside.

He Yaozong pulled a chair over and sat in front of Lin Huaile's bed. Looking at Lin Huaile, who was lying on the bed unable to move after being raped to the point of cumming, he suppressed his smile and put on a look of grief and indignation.

He said: "Brother Le, Wuying's pounce is too outrageous!

I followed Brother Le to Tsim Sha Tsui and watched the people from Sun Kee beat you up like this!"

"Ayao, you... don't blame Wuying.

I was the one who pulled him over..."

Lin Huaile seemed to be speaking weakly, lying there and answering hesitantly.

He Yaozong subconsciously wanted to touch a cigarette to light it, but suddenly realized that this was a hospital, so he put the cigarette back in his pocket.

"Don't worry, Brother Le, the fact that Xinji dared to attack you just gives us a reason to step into their territory, and your attack won't be in vain!

I will definitely inform Uncle Deng and the others and go to Tsim Sha Tsui to seek justice for you!"

Lin Huaile felt bitter.

Originally, He Yaozong was handling this matter well. As long as he brought his men into Tsim Sha Tsui, he would inevitably be pursued by the entire Xinji.

Now, stepping into Tsim Sha Tsui has become a matter of seeking justice for himself. Due to his position as the leader of the district, the entire community has to stand up and follow him!

Xinji was the first to break the rules, so their aura was inferior.

Judging from He Yaozong's temper, he might make a name for himself in Tsim Sha Tsui. By the time he is bedridden, his prestige in the community will become higher and higher.

This person who is in charge... is it really impossible to argue with him to the end?

The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt.

But he gritted his teeth and decided to say something.

"Ayao, don't let my affairs drag down the entire society.

Tell Deng Bozhi to arrange for someone to find the Crown Prince of Xinji and talk to him about it. Then just hand him over!"

"Brother Le, what are you talking about? Who are you talking about?
You were the one who always said you wanted to take over Tsim Sha Tsui. I think this is a good opportunity to confront those people from Sun Kee directly!"

These words shut Lin Huaile's mouth.

Yes, it was he who initially claimed that he wanted to take over Tsim Sha Tsui.

Now that he had been shot in the head by the new reporter, he became obedient and wanted to settle the score.

If the news gets out, people will not praise Lin Huaile for his large equity, but will only laugh at him for being a loose-knit person like a chicken.

Just when Lin Huaile didn't know how to respond, the door of the ward was pushed open again.

Fat Deng walked in tremblingly, leaning on a crutch and supported by a follower.

He Yaozong stood up and pulled a chair over for Fat Deng.

"Uncle Deng, why bother you to come here in person so late at night?"

"We and the Liansheng Division leader were all shot in the head on Axe Jun's territory!

How can I sleep well if an uncle like me doesn't come and find out what's going on?!"

Fat Deng was also very upset. He had just laid down in bed late at night and was a little sleepy when he was woken up by his henchmen, who told him that something big had happened outside. Lin Huaile was shot in the head in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Seeing that Lin Huaile could still speak, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He Yaozong waited until Fat Deng was seated firmly before he took over the conversation.

“Uncle Deng, Brother Le probably isn’t in a position to speak now.

The nurse said that the anesthetic effect had not completely worn off yet. He just chatted with me for a few minutes, and I saw that he was retching.

So, if you have anything to ask, you might as well ask me directly!"

Fat Deng nodded, hugged his crutches in his arms, and then drooped his eyelids.

"Have you found the guy who threw the bottle at Ah Le?"

"I can't find it. The whole bar was full of Xinji people at the time. I guess if I were to look for it, I'd have to look for Taizi Gang from Xinji!"

"The Xinji Xu family is notorious for protecting their own people. Four-Eyed Dragon may not agree to hand over Prince Gang!"

"I thought so too, so I just talked to Brother Le about it. Since you won't hand over the person, why don't we just start fighting!"

Fat Deng slowly raised his eyelids and glanced at He Yaozong.

His mental activities are really complicated now.

On the one hand, he really wanted to find an excuse to let Heliansheng enter Tsim Sha Tsui and wash away the shame of that year.

On the other hand, the more he looked at He Yaozong in front of him, the more he felt that this guy had the shadow of Axe Jun back then!
In a sense, He Yaozong even made him more wary than Axe Jun back then!
Axe Jun only brought the territory with him when he transferred. Even if he lost the territory, it would only be a stain on his "glorious" life.

But He Yaozong gave him a vague feeling of being out of control. If he allowed him to grow stronger, he might not have a say in Liansheng anymore...

"Ayao, no matter what, the rules still need to be followed.

No matter what Xinji thinks, we still have to settle the score before the fight begins.

How about this, tomorrow I will arrange for someone to say hello to the Four-Eyed Dragon from Xinji, and then ask them to arrange someone to set up the stage, and you will go and talk to them on behalf of the society!

If we can reach an agreement, we will ask them to give A Le an explanation.

If we can't reach an agreement, we'll just fight them until they surrender!"

What I've been waiting for is Fat Deng's words.

He Yaozong stood up and answered with an indignant look.

"Don't worry, Uncle Deng! I will definitely keep the club's reputation clean and give Brother Le an explanation!"

Fat Deng nodded and said, "Go back and rest first, get yourself together, and I'll let you know the location for the meeting tomorrow.

I still have something to talk to Ah Le alone!"

"it is good!"

After giving Lin Huaile a meaningful look, He Yaozong didn't say anything more and turned around to leave the private ward.

Only after watching He Yaozong leave did Fat Deng let out a long sigh.

"Ale, what on earth did you do?!"

Lin Huaile was still lying on the bed, suppressing his discomfort and wanting to look back.

But Fat Deng held him down with his hand.

"There's no one else in the room, so feel free to tell me what you want to say!"

"Uncle Deng, I originally wanted to... arrange for someone to go to Tsim Sha Tsui and stir up a dispute between Wuying and Xinji, forcing He Yaozong to fight Xinji.

But…but I didn’t expect that some idiot at Xinji might have gotten high and hit me on the head with a bottle!”

"啕——"

Lin Huaile retched again as he spoke, and Fat Deng realized that he couldn't ask any more questions.

He quickly pulled up the quilt and covered Lin Huaile.

"Okay! Just stay in the hospital and take good care of yourself during this time.

Don't think about anything, just take care of yourself, and then think about other things!"

……

The next day, in a villa area in Kowloon Tong.

It was just dawn and the prince was still asleep when he suddenly felt his quilt being pulled away, and then he was slapped on the forehead.

"Get up, loser!"

The prince had just opened his eyes and found his father, Xu Jiaqiang, standing in front of his bed, glaring at him angrily. "Dad, what's wrong again?!"

"Fuck! I sent you to study in Europe, and all you do is pick up girls or race cars!
We asked you to come to the film company to help, but you spend all day asking which actress is good-looking!
Even if you spend a lot of money, you still can't carve a piece of rotten wood!
Last night was even more outrageous. How could you have thought of smashing the head of the owner of Heliansheng in Tsim Sha Tsui?!"

"Depend on!"

The prince just grabbed the clothes on the bedside and put them on while responding.

"Last night, they and the Liansheng gang went to Xinji's territory to cause trouble. They got beaten up, and they deserved it!
Besides, last night, more than a dozen of our Xinji brothers were sent to the hospital. How should we settle this account?"

"Your mother!"

Xu Jiaqiang couldn't help but get angry and dragged Taizigang off the bed.

"Deng Wei from Liansheng has personally arranged for someone to look for your uncle. He wants us, Xinji, to give an explanation!

Your uncle found me and asked me to take you to the Chang'an Tea House in Tsim Sha Tsui at 9 o'clock in the morning to set up the table and negotiate with the people from Heliansheng, otherwise we will start a fight with Heliansheng!"

"What's the point of talking about this? Back then, He Liansheng was so intimidated by our Xinji in Tsim Sha Tsui that he couldn't even utter a word. If we start a fight, let them bring their men over if they dare!"

Snapped--

The prince had just been slapped hard in the face and was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, he covered his face and looked up, and saw his father's face was ashen, pointing at his nose and yelling.

“Then was then, and now is now!

For the past twenty years, our Xu family has been desperately trying to find a legitimate business, even vying for the boxed lunch business in Tsim Sha Tsui. Do you know why?!"

The prince just shook his head blankly: "I don't know..."

"If you don't know, shut up. Come over to me and discuss it later. Remember to keep your head down!"

……

Chang'an Tea House, located in Tsim Sha Tsui East Plaza, was known as Tai Kee Restaurant twenty years ago.

When Axe Jun took over, Xin Ji offered a toast to the new owner. Fei Deng was there, pinching his nose and eating a mouthful of grouper with chopsticks.

Since then, Heliansheng has had no connection with Tsim Sha Tsui for 20 years!

Later, as time passed, the restaurant was demolished and redecorated into the teahouse it is today.

The Four-Eyed Dragon chose this place as the location for the discussion, simply to remind Liansheng to recall the old days.

After twenty years of development, Xinji was able to force Heliansheng to bow down, and now Xinji still has the confidence!

It’s a pity that the person who came to negotiate with Xinji this time was He Yaozong, who pretended to be ignorant while knowing the truth.

A row of cars stopped in front of the Chang'an Tea House. He Yaozong got out of the car and lit a cigarette.

Surrounded by a group of thugs, he strolled leisurely into the teahouse.

Arriving at the second floor, at the door of a tea bag, He Yaozong asked Chen Luojun and Xiwei to wait in the corridor with their men, and then he entered the tea bag with a cigarette in his mouth.

A thug guarding the door stopped him.

"Hey, according to the rules, we need to search your genitals!"

He Yaozong frowned and glared at the silly henchman.

Then he took the cigarette butt out of his mouth, bent his finger and flicked the half-burned red cigarette directly at the thug's face.

The thug hurriedly reached out to brush the ashes off his face, took a step back, and for a moment was too angry to say anything.

"Stupid! You guys set up a table at Xinji, and you actually search me?"

"Big Brother Yao, why do you have to make things difficult for the little ones?
If you have anything to say, come in and let’s chat slowly.”

Sitting in the tea bag were none other than Prince Gang and his son, who had been waiting here for a long time.

Prince Gang still had a defiant look on his face, tilting his head to look at the tea cabinet where the tea bags were, with an indifferent look.

After entering Chabao, He Yaozong waited for the thugs outside to close the door, then sat down opposite Xu Jiaqiang.

The rules of the underworld are to offer tea first and then discuss the matter.

Xu Jiaqiang picked up a teapot and filled the cup in front of He Yaozong, then picked up a toothpick and dropped it into the cup.

Then he said, "Last night, Young Master Le from Liansheng came to our Xinji place to ask for a drink. It was not very kind of Xinji to do so.

I've already found the person responsible for this incident, and I'll hand him over when the time comes. I hope Big Boss Yao will do me the honor of drinking this cup of tea first!"

He Yaozong lowered his head to look at the cup of tea and just sneered.

"Why, you just want to find someone to take the blame and let this go?"

"Then we'll set up a few dozen tables for a first round of drinks, whether in Tsim Sha Tsui or Jordan. We'll give Young Master Le enough face and let him leave in style."

He Yaozong looked up at Xu Jiaqiang.

"How about this? I'll smash your head off today, too. Then I'll have a grand banquet with dozens of tables in Tsim Sha Tsui, and let him walk down the stairs in style. What do you think?"

"Fuck off! Blow my head off? Do you think you're qualified?!"

After all, Prince Gang was hot-tempered. When he heard what He Yaozong said, he slammed the table and stood up.

"Sit down!"

Xu Jiaqiang turned his head and glared at him, his expression already terrifying.

Then he turned to look at He Yaozong and forced a smile.

"Since Liansheng is willing to come forward to negotiate, it seems you are also willing to make peace.

Since the conditions I offer cannot satisfy you, why don't you ask the big brothers Yaodai and Liansheng to make an offer first?"

“Simple, I’ll give you two solutions.

First, hand over your son, make him kneel down in front of Mr. Le, and then give him two bottles of wine as a reward.

If you can bear it and don't cry, this matter will be over!"

The prince just gritted his teeth, but after receiving the glare from his father just now, although he was angry at the moment, he didn't say much.

Xu Jiaqiang suppressed the smile on his face and shook his head indifferently.

"Let's talk about another solution."

“The other one is easier to say. We can give up the territory in Tsim Sha Tsui and give one point to He Liansheng.

After the territory is divided, everyone becomes good brothers looking for water in the same area.

I think Liansheng and I won't embarrass Taizi Gang anymore!"

Xu Jiaqiang's face suddenly darkened.

"So you have no intention of talking to us at all?"

"Why is there no room for negotiation? I've already made the conditions, and you don't accept either of them!"

"Tsim Sha Tsui is Axe Jun's territory. No one in the entire Xin Ji can be his boss except my eldest brother!"

"Using Axe Jun to scare me?"

He Yaozong sneered, then picked up the cup of tea in front of him, glanced down, and then shook it twice.

Suddenly, a cup of tea was poured directly on Prince Gang's face!

"Since you can't make the decision, why did you ask me out for a dick talk?!"

"Push to the street!"

The prince was furious. He roared, picked up a bench behind him and was about to smash it at He Yaozong.

At the same time, Chen Luojun, who was guarding outside, overturned the man guarding the door of Xinji and rushed in with a short stick.

"Agang!"

Xu Jiaqiang was quick-witted and snatched the stool from Taizigang's hand, making Taizigang breathe a sigh of relief.

He is crazy, not stupid. He had already gotten into trouble for blowing up Lin Huaile's head. Now he attacks He Liansheng, the boss. I'm afraid his father will not be able to protect him!
Putting down the stool, Xu Jiaqiang supported the tea table with both hands and looked at He Yaozong with a frown.

"Big Brother Yao, if you and Liansheng insist on fighting, we at Xinji are not afraid!

I advise you to go back and have a good discussion with Fat Deng, otherwise you won’t be able to get it back in Tsim Sha Tsui and end up losing your own land!"

He Yaozong also stood up and turned away coldly.

"Okay, I will definitely convey your words truthfully.

If your Xu family gives the order, Xinji is not afraid of a fight, and will even take over our land when the time comes!"

When he finished speaking, He Yaozong had already walked to the door.

"you……"

Xu Jiaqiang was speechless for a moment, realizing that he had said something wrong.

But words spoken cannot be taken back, and he had no idea why He Liansheng would send such a person to negotiate!

Does this sound like counting?

You came here intentionally to cause trouble!

Before he could say anything more, He Yaozong had already left the teahouse leisurely with his men.

Shixiawei, Dakeng Football Field.

After Fat Deng heard Aze talk about the situation in Tsim Sha Tsui, his fat face couldn't help but darken.

"Is He Yaozong going there to negotiate, or is he forcing Xinji to fight us to the bitter end?
Just because Ah Le was injured, he wants to take back the territory in Tsim Sha Tsui. Isn't that nonsense! "

Aze also looked embarrassed.

"Uncle Deng, Brother Yao is already waving the flag and blowing the whistle over in Sham Shui Po, preparing to march into Tsim Sha Tsui. Should we in Jordan follow?"

"He's crazy about it, are you crazy about it too?!

Now your boss is still locked up in the ward, and Sham Shui Po has taken action. Are you, the younger brother, still planning to watch the show with your gang?!"

Fat Deng finally broke down, leaning on a crutch with one hand and pointing at Aze's nose with the other, cursing.

(End of this chapter)