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

Chapter 58 "58" Loyalty and Faith
"Tsim Sha Tsui Ah Fa? Who's this bastard?"

Nan Zheng received the news that the magic lamp had been retrieved early in the morning, and yawned as she spoke.

"This Ah Fa is from the Number Gang. He used to rise through the ranks by fighting and killing, and later switched to the pirate business. He basically latches onto whoever is popular. Over the years, he has made a lot of money for his boss, and his position is that of a nobody."

You may not have heard of this person, but you definitely know Ah Fa's boss.

Zhongyi Xinlian Haolong is a powerful group that occupies a large area of ​​Kowloon, owning almost 80% of the land.

Therefore, he was also known as the Emperor of the Nine Dragons. "The magic lamp explained.

To put it bluntly, Ah Fa is a legitimate person who gave up his gang business a long time ago and has a clean record, which is why he can act with such impunity.

They openly and blatantly piggyback on others' traffic.

At least that's what it seems on the surface.

"Loyalty, righteousness, and trustworthiness? Lian Haolong? The Emperor of Kowloon?" Nan Zheng pondered for a moment, then scoffed:
"The one who supposedly could take on a hundred people at once?"

“Yes. Lian Haolong is the leader of the Number Gang, whose motto is loyalty, righteousness, and trustworthiness. Later, as more people joined, he started his own gang.” Genie nodded.

The Number Gang is a powerful force, still the largest in Hong Kong, with hundreds of number groups of varying sizes, each further divided into hundreds of branches. What appears to be many triads today are actually all spin-offs from the Number Gang.

But let alone the White Paper Fan of the Number Gang, even if the gang leader himself came, Nan Zheng would chop him up.

"Do you know how many prefixes there are in Tsim Sha Tsui?" Nan Zheng asked, turning her head.

"There aren't many left now. You scattered quite a few already... Now there's only one new reporter, Ling Jun, Zhongyi Xin, Ah Fa, and Tang Jun from Tsim Sha Tsui."

Tang Jun's territory was entirely in Tsim Sha Tsui, extending down to half a street; Ah Fa had two; and the rest belonged to Ling Jun.

"What kind of person is this Ah Fa? He even has the same amount of territory as me!" Nan Zheng cursed.
"Spread the word that this bastard is doing business in a dangerous way, and if he sees anyone, chop them up on the spot."

"Find an opportunity to swallow up two of his streets."

There is a saying that goes, a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake.

Although Nan Zheng is new, he now has nearly two thousand people under his command, while A Fa has several hundred. So, he is the real big fish in the sea.

Regardless of whether he's a powerful outsider or not, Nan Zheng is determined to crush this scoundrel.

If we have the chance, we should just beat Tsim Sha Tsui to a standstill; that's what real power is!

Back at the nightclub, Wang Jianjun approached her and said, "Liangzheng, a man named Cao Charlie came by earlier. He asked me to pass on a few words to you."

"What?"

"He said that Mr. Zhu would be free tomorrow and would go to Qingshui Bay to pick up the goods for the transaction."

“Sure, no problem,” Nan Zheng said directly, a cold smile creeping down her face.

Zhu Tao, that bastard, has screwed me over more than once; it's time to settle the score.

We're just about to expand, but we're short on funds.

Isn’t this coming?

Nan Zheng kept a small portion of that 20 million yuan worth of goods for herself and didn't hand them all over to Huang Bingyao.

That's all for catching this big fish.

"Liangzheng, I have to manage this nightclub again, and I have to manage those four streets in Kowloon City too. I can't be in two places at once," Wang Jianjun couldn't help but say.

Wang Jianguo immediately jumped out and said, "Big brother, why are you calling me Liang Zheng? You should call me Boss! You can call me Brother Zheng if you like, but don't mess up the seniority."

Wang Jianjun: "..."

Wang Jianjun's lips twitched, and anger rose between his brows. He was so angry that he wanted to beat Wang Jianguo, that little bastard, to death.

Which side are you on?

Can't you see I've already taken over four streets and gained momentum?

"Did you hear what your brother said? Don't mess around with seniority." Nan Zheng pointed.

"If you can't create a clone, then find a way to create a few. If something happens in two places, I'll skin you alive first!"

"Also, aren't you a veteran from the battlefield? Recruit ten brave and daring old soldiers for me. I urgently need gunmen," Nan Zheng instructed.

"Boss, leave this to me. I know everyone my brother knows," Wang Jianguo said, patting his chest. Wang Jianjun was furious.

"Look, your brother is much more sensible than you." Nan Zheng gave Wang Jianjun a disdainful look before leaving.

Wang Jianjun was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

It turns out that Wang Jianguo was the most rebellious one.

Wang Jianjun was so angry that he gritted his teeth. Even after Wang Jianguo had walked out the door, he still managed to kick him from behind.

...After browsing around the casino again, Nan Zheng prepared to go to the shop to find He Min.

Tai-bao is a seasoned veteran, and he gets along well with the gamblers. Although he has just taken over the casino, he has already become sworn brothers with many of them.

This is an experience that the genie and his friends don't have.

All seven or eight gambling tables were packed. At this rate, they'll probably pocket several million a month.

However, if you want to gamble, you have to go to Macau. On Hong Kong Island, you always have to be wary of the authorities.

As Nan Zheng arrived at the street and prepared to get into the car, two knife-wielding men rushed towards her.

"Watch out!" Gao Jin shouted, and immediately stepped forward with Wang Jianguo and the others.

Nan Zheng lit a cigarette, looking quite interested.

It didn't move.

However, before Gao Jin and his group could make a move, a man suddenly appeared, wielding a wooden stick and yelling as he engaged in a fierce fight with two knife-wielding men.

They chased the person away in just a few moves.

This left Gao Jin and the others completely bewildered.

That's awesome?
"Outrageous! How dare you try to intimidate me?"

"I'll beat you to death!" the man cursed, glancing at Nan Zheng before leaving.

"Friend, who are you?" Nan Zheng called out to the man jokingly.

Such terrible acting...

If he still doesn't realize that these two thugs were a staged act, deliberately brought in and then chased away by the other side, then he might as well give up.

"Alright, that's all. He Baixiang is the one who stands up for justice!" He Baixiang patted his chest proudly.

Nan Zheng's amusement deepened. Looking at the traitor's face, he already knew who it was.

"Since you saved my life, you can work for me from now on."

"Huh? That's so embarrassing!"

"It's alright, I can never repay your life-saving grace." Nan Zheng then turned to Wang Jianguo and the others and scolded them:

"Look at them, even passersby helped when they saw a knife-wielder coming at them! And you guys? You just stood there and didn't move... None of you out there have any sense of loyalty."

"Alright, bro! We'll take you to get some milk tea." Nan Zheng put his arm around He Baixiang's shoulder and got into the car. He wanted to see what tricks the other guy was up to.

When Ho Pak-cheung sat in the back of the Mercedes-Benz, everyone was astonished. "Do gangsters make that much money?"

"Oh, you know I'm a gangster?" Nan Zheng said with a forced smile.

“The beautiful kitesurf of Tsim Sha Tsui, I’ve heard it all before,” Ho Pak-cheung said casually, but his eyes were somewhat evasive.

Nan Zheng ignored him and had Shen Deng drive to He Min's branch store.

Just then, the phone rang.

"Hey?"

“Liang Zheng, it’s me, Fatty Li.”

"Hey, divorced guy, what's up? You're already talking about the big-breasted girl business?"

He Baixiang listened intently.

"Business can be discussed anytime, but not now. Have you had a falling out with the people at Chung Yee Shin? They said they want to talk."

"We haven't even fought yet, what's there to talk about?"

"I know the other person, so I'll give him some face," Fatty Li chuckled.

"Fine, since we've come this far, I might as well give you face." Nan Zheng hung up the phone, a cold smile playing on her lips.

He knew the other party's intentions; it certainly wasn't as simple as negotiations.

Instead, he wanted to intimidate himself with the reputation of loyalty, righteousness, and trustworthiness.

After all, he knows what the other party has done and he is in the wrong. If he doesn't negotiate, is he really going to wait to be beaten?

They arrived at the shop in no time. Nan Zheng lit a cigarette, put her arm around He Baixiang's neck, and got out of the car.

Upon entering the office, He Min looked up and smiled, but when she saw He Baixiang, her expression turned to astonishment, and she instinctively exclaimed, "Cousin!?"

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