Hong Kong films: Drawing lots to determine death? I'll send the boss to the Western Paradise.

Chapter 55 "55" I've never been one to hold grudges.

"Boss, Chen Tailong's money has arrived."

"How many?"

"Exactly ten million. Two million of it was loose cash, and half of it was embezzled money."

"Stolen money?" Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow.

Genie nodded: "It's all gold and jewelry. I've checked, there have been big-circle robberies in Kowloon City for the past few years, and the police have never been able to solve them... Now it seems that it was all staged by Hung Tai himself."

"No wonder Hongtai is so poor! A local tyrant of several decades has less than 20 million in assets."

Nan Zheng scoffed. If you're taking over your own territory, who would dare to do business here?

He had previously lost a batch of gold in Tuen Mun, and he even asked Wong Bing Yiu to return the stolen goods.

However, this time it's not our venue, so we don't need to.

Once it's melted at a certain time, it can be extracted.

"In addition to the embezzled funds, plus Chen Mei's eight million, that makes ten million in cash."

"We've spent a lot of money planting flags in Kowloon City. The medical expenses for the previous fight against seven people cost one or two million. In total, we've spent three million in miscellaneous expenses... Add to that the two million from shopping not long ago, and the net profit is only five million."

"Damn! Being a boss doesn't make much money, does it?" Nan Zheng muttered.

There are ten branches in Tuen Mun, three branches in Tsim Sha Tsui, and seven more are preparing to open.

It can earn seven or eight hundred thousand a month.

But did I earn this money myself? No, I deserve it!
Only what you steal from others counts as profit.

"How is Chen Tailong?" Nan Zheng asked.

“His condition has worsened; he’s practically dead even if he’s not already,” the genie said. “He’s on his last breath.”

"Sigh, I'm just too kind-hearted; I can't bear to see others suffer," Nan Zheng sighed, then looked around again, found an empty fruit box, and threw the dagger there.

The genie caught the empty box and the dagger, then paused, puzzled: "What does this mean?"

"The box contains no fruit; please take your own life!"

"With such a lack of education, how are you going to hang out with me in the future?" Nan Zheng sneered.

He then looked at Gao Jin and the others:
"And also, after tonight, all of you will be wearing suits and ties."

"Of course, Ah Jin doesn't need to wear a tie."

"Boss, what does 'after tonight' mean?" Wang Jianguo asked innocently. "Is there something good going on?"

"You'll find out soon enough." Nan Zheng showed no intention of saying anything.

"Call Charlie Cao again and tell him I've found the goods and want to meet him."

"Let's talk about taking action."

Since Zhu Tao wants to trick me, I'll play along to the end.

Nan Zheng has never been one to hold grudges.

If you help me, I might not help you.

But if you try to screw me over, I'll definitely mess with you.

……

That evening, Liang Kun called a meeting with everyone.

“Since I became the leader, Hung Hing has been thriving and prosperous.”

"Everyone knows about these things, so I won't say much. Everyone has seen it all." After a few words, Liang Kun tapped the table before continuing:

"And as everyone knows, the position of leader has been vacant since Ah Chao died..."

"Boss, do you mean you've found the murderer?" Brother Kei, with his sharp eyes, immediately understood what Brother Kwan meant.

“That’s right.” Liang Kun nodded in satisfaction, then took out the ankle bracelet and threw it on the table:

"The murderer is Chen Mei from Hongtai. He was taking revenge on me, so he killed my childhood friend, A Chao."

“Liangzheng had already taken care of this before. The ankle bracelet on the table is Ah Chao’s; you can all take a look.”

Upon hearing this, Brother Ji immediately glanced at the ankle bracelet, and Fatty Li also came over.

Before long, many of the people in charge nodded, confirming that it was Ah Chao's anklet.

Ah Chao has been in Hung Hing for over a decade, rising from a lowly henchman to the top alongside Ugly Kwan. Therefore, his distinctive features are well-known.

"Congratulations, Liang Zheng!" Brother Ji's eyes darted around, and he quickly understood what Liang Kun meant. He turned to Nan Zheng, who was sitting in the dinosaur seat, and said with a grin:

“In the past, everyone else was the one in charge, but wow, Liangzheng is even more powerful! She’s the one in charge of both.”

"That's right, isn't this much better than some of those ridiculously overrated things? They just wait to be fed by their masters." Fatty Li said with a grin, glancing at Boss B.

The boss was furious and about to speak when Liang Kun interrupted him with a smile, saying, "Congratulations are one thing, but we still have to go through the process."

“Who supports Liang Zheng as the person in charge? Please raise your hand. I am a very enlightened person.”

"There's no need for a vote, it was already decided beforehand anyway," Brother Ji said with a chuckle, but he also raised his hand in approval.

Then Fatty Li and the others also raised their hands.

Only Boss B remained, sulking with his arms crossed.

Aside from Fatty Li, Brother Ji, and Prince, the three Han brothers and Sister Thirteen all belong to the same faction, plus Liang Kun also supports them.

This is equivalent to half of them supporting the Nanzheng.

Therefore, it doesn't matter whether I vote or not; it's just to save face for Liang Zheng.

"You've all made your choices, do I need them?" Boss B stormed off in a fit of rage.

“Alright, since more than half of the people agree, then starting tonight, Liang Zheng will be the person in charge of Tsim Sha Tsui.” Liang Kun ignored Big Boss B and made the decision directly.

Many people immediately applauded and congratulated him.

Brother Ji and Fatty Li even blew their hooligans' whistles, their sycophantic flattery reaching its peak.

"Liangzheng, I'm going to Tsim Sha Tsui in a few days. How about we talk business?" Fatty Li said with a smile.

"I'm not good at business, but call me when you're picking up girls. I'm really good at counting hairs in the dark!" Brother Ji shouted from the side.

"Sure, I'm always welcome." Nan Zheng was in a good mood.

"Everyone, please be quiet for a moment," Liang Kun said hoarsely, tapping the table again.

Then, his fierce expression was revealed:

"Although Ah Chao has gotten his revenge, we Hung Hing have not yet regained our dignity."

"Since Hong Tai is so shameless, then we'll cripple them tonight!"

"Who is in charge of Kowloon City?" Young Kun looked around, and his narrow eyes immediately raised his hand.

"I am the leader."

"Alright, you'll lead the team to plant the flag tonight. We must crush them in one fell swoop."

"Leave it to me!" Narrow-eyed man was overjoyed.

This is a lucrative position; most of the territory we conquer will definitely go to the person in charge of Kowloon City.

To put it bluntly, this meeting of Liang Kun was aimed at dividing up Hong Tai.

This is clearly a message to all the leaders of Hung Hing.
—As long as you stick with me, you'll get plenty of meat.

……

Not long after the meeting ended, more than half of the leaders of Hung Hing arrived in Kowloon City with their troops.

Watching the Hung Hing forces ostentatiously plant their flags, the three brothers squatting by the roadside eating instant noodles had somewhat complicated expressions.

"Brother Zha, Hong Tai's dead, and we have nowhere to go again," Ah Hu said.

Ah Zha drank his soup expressionlessly: "There's nothing I can do, this is fate."

These three brothers are from Vietnam. In the past six months, they have joined Hong Kong gangs to make a living.

It's just bad luck; every time someone joins, they fail, either being scattered or swallowed up.

Now even a local powerhouse like Hongtai, which has been operating for many years, has been swallowed up. I feel like I've been screwed over.

How can a person be so unlucky?
"If you ask me, we're not destined to be underlings. We might as well raise our own underlings," the second brother laughed.

"Tony, what do you mean?" Aja turned his head.

"It's simple. We fought our way out of the White Rock Refugee Camp, so why not recruit our fellow villagers and create our own gang with ourselves as leaders?" Tony revealed a bloodthirsty smile as he slowly said:

"Big brother, I've already thought of a name: the Vietnamese Gang!"

(End of this chapter)