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

Chapter 79 "79" The Corpse Rises from the Funeral Hall

"Brother Zheng, the phone."

Nan Zheng had just gotten out of the car and returned to her office when Da Jiao walked up behind her.

He picked up the phone casually and answered, "Who is it?"

"do not know."

"I didn't fucking ask you." Nan Zheng turned around and slapped Big Foot, cursing:

"Silly."

Big Foot scratched his head awkwardly and smiled.

"Liangzheng, it's me, Ling Jun from Xinji." Axe Jun's voice came from the phone.

"Oh—it's you. What's up?" Nan Zheng said lazily, sitting on the sofa.

He did know this Axe Jun; the people from Gao Jin had been causing quite a bit of trouble with them these past few days.

But they didn't care.

Little brother has his own good fortune.

"How long are you going to keep this up? Do you really want to start a fight?" Axe Jun said coldly.

"Don't forget, it was your people who took over my side first. Don't tell me you didn't know."

"So what if I know, and so what if I don't?" Nan Zheng sneered. "Axe Jun, if I remember correctly, it was your men who crossed the line first, wasn't it?"

"That's a border area, nobody can say for sure whose it is. If you say it's mine, then you're wrong..."

"I say so! So what?" Nan Zheng's tone turned cold, and Axe Jun's voice abruptly stopped.

"Axe Jun, you've been in this business for over a decade, don't you even know this basic rule? Do gangsters need evidence to do their jobs, huh?"

"If you want to fight, I'll definitely play along to the end. I'm short on cash lately... You must have tens of millions in your fan club, why don't you lend it to me?"

"Let's talk," Axe-Head Jun said after a moment of silence.

He hadn't expected Liang Zheng to be so arrogant, leaving no room for maneuver whatsoever.

How do you want to talk about this?

Nan Zheng couldn't help but sneer inwardly. Talk to me over the phone? Do you look down on me?

What gives you the right to talk to me like this?
Even Haolong has to come over here and apologize to me.

"I crossed the line, you did the work, from now on we'll keep to ourselves and have all the underlings leave. That area will be on the fringes from now on, how about that?"

"I feel like that borderline area is bad, or it's directly bad for me?"

"Okay, I'll give you some face."

Before Nan Zheng could even finish her sentence, Axe Jun agreed.

Then he hung up the phone.

Nan Zheng stared blankly at the mobile phone, somewhat bewildered.

Then he looked at Bigfoot: "Bigfoot, am I some kind of heartless and insane person?"

"No, he's just a little crazy at most," Big Foot said unconsciously.

"I asked you this, not that I told you to answer that." Nan Zheng cursed and slapped Da Jiao again.

He was genuinely surprised; he hadn't expected Axe Jun to back down so easily.

He really wanted to escalate the conflict and then find an opportunity to directly seize Xinji's territory.

Then they beat Tsim Sha Tsui into a single suit.

When did gangsters become so intelligent? They can actually think for themselves!

Nan Zheng couldn't help but wonder, don't novelists always create villains for the protagonist so that he gets stronger as he fights his way through them?
Do they all become cowards when it comes to themselves?

Am I the villain?

That's not right. I've always served the people, fought against evil and crime, so how could I be a villain?

"Hey boss, what did Axe Jun say?" Big Foot asked, seeing Nan Zheng's bewildered expression.

"What else can I say? I've given up."

"He's so sensible, I didn't even have a chance to hit him. It makes me feel a little embarrassed." Nan Zheng cursed as she threw down the phone.

Bigfoot disagreed: "Isn't it right not to fight? Axe Jun may have territory, but he's a small-time dealer. With so much stuff in his hands, how can he fight you?"
Aren't you afraid of being caught in the middle by both the anti-gang squad and the anti-drug squad?

"Damn it! I forgot." Nan Zheng slapped her forehead.

If Big Foot hadn't mentioned this, Nan Zheng wouldn't have thought of this aspect. The reason she had no taboos was simply because at most there was only one anti-gang group watching her.

But people like Lian Haolong and Axe Jun are different. They've gone to extremes with their fandom, killing countless police officers.

Major Crimes Unit, Criminal Investigation Unit, Anti-Drug Unit, Anti-Organized Crime Unit... a whole host of departments are keeping a close eye on it.

How do you fight? You fight with your head.

At the very least, the goods need to be distributed.

This is also why Axe Jun backed down; he wasn't afraid of a bloody fight, but rather of the police.

More importantly, Nan Zheng's reputation is too great now, and few of the scoundrels who cause trouble for him will come out unscathed.

Attention everyone!

"Tsk tsk, so among all these gangsters and scumbags, I'm considered a good person." Nan Zheng's lips curled into a contemptuous smile.

Just then, Tai-bao called.

"Hey?"

“Brother Zheng, I found out some information. Lian Haolong sold his batch of goods for ten million yesterday. It was given to Ah Shan in Kowloon City, and Ah Shan then handed it over to the Tony brothers for resale.”

I never expected the other party to steal the goods so easily. Ah Shan is now ripping off these three brothers everywhere.

"The Tony brothers? Ah Shan? A shipment worth ten million?" Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow.

How did investigating Lian Haolong lead to these people? It seems fans are all in cahoots.

"That's right. Lian Haolong has always been the king of drugs in Kowloon. Many people get their drugs from him. Although the prices are average, the quality is good."

I heard the goods are sourced directly from the Golden Triangle, so downstream buyers might as well go through Lian Haolong instead of the Golden Triangle. It avoids such a long waterway journey, reducing trouble and potential problems, except the price is a bit higher.

Taibao, still thinking Nan Zheng was unaware of the Tony brothers' character, added:
"And these three Tony brothers came from the White Stone Refugee Camp. Ever since you, Brother Zheng, took over Hongtai, they took the opportunity to rob a street."

They currently have over three hundred men under their command, all Vietnamese, who are known externally as the Vietnamese clique.

"Tsk tsk, so you're saying that when I, a good person, did good deeds, it actually helped bad people rise to power?" Nan Zheng said with great interest.

After thinking for a moment, he said again, "Let's wait and see. Keep an eye on Lian Haolong."

"no problem."

There's a big difference between goods worth ten million and goods worth thirty million.

Nan Zheng was naturally willing to win over Lian Haolong first.

However, things have been calm lately for this guy, and he hasn't even shown his face. In Kowloon, the people of Loyalty and Faith are the main force, so many spies can't get in.

I have no idea what Lian Haolong is up to.

Anyway, Ah Shan is currently making headlines everywhere with the Tony Brothers, so the Tony Brothers don't dare to distribute their goods, otherwise if a fight breaks out, the cops will definitely get the better deal.

These people are really crazy, after all, they're used to being poor and arrogant in Vietnam, and they're willing to risk their lives in fights and brawls.

Vietnam now claims to be the fourth strongest country, and the Vietnamese are inherently combative; otherwise, Tony wouldn't have dared to be so arrogant as to say, "That's how we do things."

……

At this moment, inside a villa in Haojiang.

Chicken rushed over from Hong Kong Island and asked as soon as he entered the room, "Boss, what brings you to Macau?"

"Chicken, have you taken care of things in Hong Kong?" A middle-aged man walked out; he was none other than Lei Gong, the leader of the Sanlian Gang.

"Everything's taken care of," the pheasant nodded.

"Actually, it's nothing much," Lei Gong said, slowly sitting down on a chair on the open-air balcony.

“I haven’t been here in a long time, so I was thinking of asking you to invite Jiang Tiansheng out for drinks and a chat. We haven’t caught up in ages.”

“No problem. I have a sworn brother in Hong Kong named Chan Ho-nam. I’ll ask him, and he should be able to handle it,” Chicken nodded.

"However, Hung Hing is currently holding a funeral, so it will probably be a few days later."

"That's enough." Lei Gong patted Shanji on the shoulder with a smile, then turned and went back to his room: "You should talk to A Yao."

"The future belongs to you young people."

"Why are you here?" Chicken asked the woman in the cheongsam in front of him.

"Let's see if you've been chasing girls around," Ding Yao said with a smile.

Ding Yao is Lei Gong's mistress, but Lei Gong has long lost his ability to have sex. Making Ding Yao his mistress is actually just a way to control the hearts of his subordinates.

For example, the pheasant is blue in color.

He hadn't even slept with Ding Yao yet, and he was already so infatuated with her that he didn't even recognize his own mother.

……

The next morning, Nan Zheng arrived early at the funeral parlor in Mong Kok.

Almost all of the leaders of Hung Hing were present, standing behind the expressionless Chiang Tin-sang.

Arranged in two rows.

Nan Zheng understood why Jiang Tiansheng wanted to hold Liang Kun's funeral. He wanted to let outsiders know that he was a magnanimous person, and also to tell everyone – I, Jiang Tiansheng, am back.

Using a dead man to set up eight hundred schemes, Jiang Tiansheng must have been planning this for a long time.

After all, he hadn't done very well before.

During this time, many people from various gangs came to give gifts. Among those that Nan Zheng knew were Deng Bo from Wo Luen Shing, Hu Xuyong from the Number Gang, and Camel from Tung Sing.

But none of that matters; Nan Zheng is here to watch the show.

An hour later, all the ceremonies were completed, and the rest of the gang members left. Several burly men carried the coffin out to prepare for burial.

One of them is Brother Kei.

However, before they could even step outside, a group of men in red suits swaggered in from outside the mourning hall, and the man at the head of the group made everyone's hearts skip a beat.

"Wow, it's so lively! With such a commotion... why didn't you invite me?" Liang Kun said with a smile, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Everyone's expression changed instantly, followed by shock and fear in their eyes.

Then he suddenly looked at the coffin.

Fuck your mother! Did you come back to life in broad daylight?
"A ghost!" Brother Ji was the first to run into it, almost face to face with Brother Kun. When he saw Brother Kun standing alive in front of him, he turned pale with fright and collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

Soon after, a foul stench filled the air.

I was so scared I vomited.

Apart from Nan Zheng, everyone in Hung Hing turned extremely pale, and Chiang Tin-sang's face was filled with disbelief.

It was as if they hadn't expected that Leung Kwan would still be alive!
The entire mourning hall inexplicably became restless. Liang Kun looked around, snapped his fingers, and a burly man, about 2.3 or 2.4 meters tall, went in behind him to take control of the situation.

The madman was more than a head taller than Bigfoot, looking like a giant, and was terrifying just to look at.

At that moment, the entire venue fell silent.

Because no one expected that a dead person, known to everyone, would come back to life in front of everyone.

"Brother Jiang, how have you been lately?" Liang Kun, with a smile on his face, led his men toward Jiang Tiansheng, whose face turned pale.

"Ah Kun, it's so good that you're not dead."

"I sent Ah Yao to search for many days but couldn't find your body. You're still alive!"

"Is it better if I don't die, or is it better if I die, Brother Jiang?" Liang Kun asked with a smile, looking completely harmless.

"I feel like you'd be better off if I died."

"How could that be? Hung Hing was established by my dead father. You did a better job than me. I should be happy." Jiang Tiansheng was a smart man. As soon as he saw that things were not going well, he immediately backed down.

He believed that Liang Kun would really dare to kill him here.

Ultimately, it all comes down to interests.

Jiang Tiansheng is still the leader. If someone really dies, Liang Kun won't be happy either.

Because everyone in Hung Hing except for Nam Keng received money to kill Leung Kwan.

Taking down one person is easy, but taking down so many people is not so easy.
Even if you say you won't seek revenge after taking one down, the others won't accept it.

"That's perfect, Brother Jiang. You know I admire you the most." Liang Kun immediately put his arm around Jiang Tiansheng's shoulder and laughed, putting his arm around his back.

His hand tightened its grip, and Jiang Tiansheng's face paled with pain, but he still managed a smile and said, "Since you're not dead, then this funeral doesn't need to continue."

"Shall we go inside and talk?"

"sure."

"After all, I also want to hear how Brother Jiang became the leader again before my two-year term was even over."

Liang Kun and Jiang Tiansheng walked arm in arm into an office in the mourning hall.

The other leaders of Hung Hing looked at each other, their faces equally grim.

Only Nan Zheng beamed with a bright smile, thoroughly enjoying the play.

A group of men in red suits blocked the doorway, preventing the Hung Hing leader from leaving. It was clear they were trapped like turtles in a jar... If they dared to call for reinforcements, they would be the first to die.

That's why they looked so grim.

Damn it! I got caught.

Liang Kun came here today specifically to have a one-pot meal.

Nan Zheng knew this would be the outcome, so she wasn't too surprised. Instead, she looked at Brother Ji on the ground, waved her hand, took a few steps back, and said with a look of disgust, "Brother Ji, you're not usually such a coward. How come you're so scared that you vomited?"

"Nonsense, what if a dead person suddenly stood in front of you, face to face? You try it!" Brother Ji looked disgusted with himself.

He lit a cigarette to let the smell dissipate.

"Slap—" Suddenly, a crisp slapping sound came from the office.

All eyes were drawn to it, but the door was tightly shut.

No one knows what happened.

Nan Zheng's gaze lingered more on Brother Ji and the Madman, then she pointed and said, "Hey, take Brother Ji out to change his clothes."

"This place is so small, don't you think it smells bad?"

"Who do you think you are?" The madman looked down at Nan Zheng with disdain.

"Don't you think you're the coolest person right now?" Nan Zheng suddenly smiled.

"So what if it is, and so what if it isn't..."

Before she could finish speaking, Nan Zheng suddenly stepped forward, kicked the entire coffin lid, then stepped on the coffin, turned around, and swung her leg like a steel bar, smashing it down.

The madman was taken aback when the other party suddenly made a move here, and his pupils shrank instantly.

He quickly dodged the coffin lid, then his face contorted with rage as he grabbed the iron leg that was flying through the air.

However, the madman's expression changed completely the moment they made contact.

Because he realized that he couldn't handle it at all.

Thud—Crack

"what!"

The madman's arm was dislocated from the blow, and his thigh slammed into his abdomen, sending him sprawling like a shrimp as he crashed into the wall.

He knelt on the ground and screamed loudly.

"With this little bit of skill, what makes you think you can talk so arrogantly? Hmm?" Nan Zheng sneered and casually straightened her suit.

Then give the madman the middle finger.

The remaining men in red suits were furious and were about to rush forward when Big Foot and his men quickly blocked their way.

Huo Min kicked both of them over with a high kick and stood close to Nan Zheng.

"You're starting to look like a bodyguard," Nan Zheng said with a smile, glancing at Huo Min, whose body odor was quite strong.

A moment later, Liang Kun opened the door and came out, pointing at them and yelling, "What are you doing? Trying to rebel?"

"Brother Kun, this bastard beat up the madman!" Harry, the leader, looked at Nan Zheng with a fierce expression.

"What's wrong with hitting him? Can't we hit him? My good brother can hit me if he wants!" Liang Kun came over with a smile and patted Nan Zheng on the shoulder, leaving Harry and his group completely dumbfounded.

Then she whispered, "Liangzheng, thank you for the bulletproof vest."

"Your people are too arrogant. Let me teach them a lesson and show them what it means to be outmatched. Is that alright?" Nan Zheng said with a sidelong glance.

"Isn't this perfect? ​​Madman was invincible in prison, now it's good to teach him a lesson and let him see the Hong Kong underworld." Handsome Kun glanced at Madman's arm, which was just dislocated.

Just take it back; it won't affect your ability to play games.

He can dislocate a madman's shoulder and knock him into a wall; in fact, he can also kill him.

It seems that Nan Zheng held back.

Nan Zheng was also somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected that these people were people Liang Kun had found in prison.

However, that madman is really strong.

I managed to hold out even after putting in 70% of my strength. More importantly, the area is large, making it easier to attack.

Madman hadn't expected Liang Zheng to be so strong; otherwise, he would have gone all out from the start, and they wouldn't be in this mess now.
"Alright, I've reached an agreement with Brother Jiang. From now on, I'm the acting head of Hung Hing. I'll be the one who calls the shots outside!" Liang Kun said with a smile as he pulled the man out.

Then he looked at Jiang Tiansheng and smiled:

"Brother Jiang, would you like to repeat that?"

"No need, just do as Ah Kun says." Jiang Tiansheng said expressionlessly, but Nan Zheng could see the handprint on his face.

It seems he really did get a beating.

But this is considered good. If Liang Kun hadn't been so profit-driven, who among all these people in charge would have survived except for Liang Zheng?

That madman's gaze alone could kill people.

"Alright, alright, let's go. Everyone come to the main building tonight for a meeting," Liang Kun said with a wave of his hand, then swaggered away with his men.

Before leaving, he glanced at Brother Ji and said, "How come you managed to pull shit out of the coffin?"

"I'm so happy to see you're still alive, Brother Kun." Brother Ji forced out a smile that looked more like a grimace.

Jiang Tiansheng got into the car and left without saying a word.

The head of Hung Hing is also confused and still doesn't understand what's going on. He can only go out while frantically thinking about what will happen tonight.

Is Liang Kun going to kill us? If he's going to kill us, then he won't let us go.

So what exactly does it mean?
Nan Zheng, all smiles and yawning, left. Huo Min, standing beside her, asked, "What just happened? How come one of your Hung Hing leaders died and was replaced, and then the dead one didn't come back to life?"

"What else could it be but a power struggle?" Nan Zheng sneered.

"What does 'then what does 'Brother Kun' mean by saying he's in charge outside? Does he have two heads?'" Huo Min asked again. Since she came here, she had learned a lot about the gangs, after all, the boss was a gang member.

Nan Zheng's sneer deepened: "Double dragon heads? Do you think that's possible?"

"what does that mean?"

"The leader of Hung Hing has been ill for a long time and is bedridden. Doesn't that mean the agent leader is in charge outside?"

"At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Crown Prince Bian disappeared, and later Cao Cao held the emperor hostage to command the feudal lords."

Although Nan Zheng didn't know what Jiang Tiansheng and Liang Kun had said, there was no doubt that Jiang Tiansheng had backed down.

After all, he hadn't had time to take control of so many leaders in Hung Hing before Leung Kwan came and hijacked the deal.

It can be said that Liang Kun's arrival was perfectly timed, like a divine intervention.

This effectively sidelined Jiang Tiansheng.

(End of this chapter)