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

Chapter 9 "9" Real or Fake

Lam Tei Main Street, inside a housing estate.

Sang Gou stood on a chair on the sofa, listening to his underling's report with a gloomy and uncertain expression.

“The greyhound wasn’t stabbed to death. We had just stabbed it a few times when the hospital security guards came over.”

"We escaped by jumping out of the window."

"Not to mention that pretty zither, we couldn't even get close to her and we were ambushed instead."

"Several brothers were beaten until their faces looked like pigs, one of them even dislocated his jaw..."

"Are you all useless?" Sang Gou glanced at the henchmen in front of him, gritting his teeth in anger.

"Either you failed to kill them, or you were killed by someone else. Are you all fucking useless?"

"Boss, it's not our fault, the other side is just too cunning," the underling said, feeling aggrieved.

"Plus, Hung Hing has been keeping a close eye on us lately, and Dinosaur's side even said they'd skin you alive. It's really putting us in a difficult position..."

"Damn it!" The idiot kicked the table over in a fit of rage, completely enraged.

He cursed, "Damn it, that bastard Xi Gou tricked me. I'll kill him sooner or later."

That night, Sheng Fan received a rumor that someone in Tung Sing wanted to kill him.

In reality, it was a scheme orchestrated by Xigou and Sanggou to take down Shengfan from within and without, and then inform Shengfan of the plan to trap and defeat them.

To put it bluntly, the greyhound wants to profit from both sides.

He just didn't have the brains for it, and he messed things up. Now both sides want him dead.

The reason why Greyhound wanted to cut down Liangzheng was because this guy was a capable henchman under Shengfan.

I did it on a whim, so it'll be easier to plant flags later.

Moments later, the phone rang.

"Hey?"

"I'm in Blue Land right now."

"Okay, fine...no problem, I'm going back now." After hanging up the phone, Sang Gou couldn't help but point at his underling and curse:

"I don't care about Liangzheng now, but I'm only giving you three days to take down this bastard Xigou, or I'll take you down!"

"Understood, boss," the underling said, sounding aggrieved.

"Alright, Tiger is looking for me now, let's go back to Yuen Long now."

"Damn it, a bunch of good-looking but useless trash." The muttered dog cursed as he left.

"Don't walk in front, be careful someone doesn't watch you. Go to the back window!"

……

With a "bang," when Nan Zheng kicked open the door and arrived, she found the place deserted.

He looked around and touched the teacup that had been spilled with water on the ground: "It's still warm. The person just ran away."

"Boss, I'll take some men and go after them," Hua Di said.

"How are you going to chase after them?" Nan Zheng scoffed.
"Yuen Long is right in front of Tuen Mun, their Tung Sing headquarters. Are you going there to die?"

He clapped his hands and said, "Since that bastard, Sang Gou, wants to kill me and Xi Gou,

Then you keep an eye on the Greyhound's side and see if anyone else wants to take him. That's enough.

"Boss, that's clever." Ahua's eyes lit up.

Nan Zheng pointed to her head: "If you don't use your brain when you're out in the world, you'll be a gangster for life."

"Just be careful these days."

Since the scoundrel is going to take action anyway, and we can't find him, we might as well let him come to us.

Even if I fail today, I'm lucky.

Otherwise, Nan Zheng might have skinned him alive.

You're happily going to get your feet washed, and suddenly a group of burly men picking their feet appear out of nowhere. Who can stand that?
"Alright, let's go back." Nan Zheng waved her hand, turned around and led her people away.

Before leaving, he glanced at the blue lantern that was keeping watch, took out a wad of banknotes from his pocket, hesitated for a moment, and then handed over one: "I'll treat you to milk tea."

"Thank you, Brother Zheng!"

"You're welcome." Nan Zheng waved her hand and led the people into the van.

On the way back, he was still thinking that Hung Hing would definitely make a move soon.

After all, it was Tung Sing who started the trouble and even stabbed someone, causing Hung Hing to suffer a great loss. Even if they didn't fight, they had to put on a show.

So there's no fear of not being able to find a zombie dog.

Back in the commercial street, as soon as Nan Zheng landed, Tai Bao came over and said:

"Brother Zheng, how's it going? Did you find the stray dog?"

"What a joke! That bastard ran away through the back door," Ahua muttered behind him.
"If he had run any slower, I would have chopped him to pieces by myself." "Like this." Taibao nodded, then looked at Nan Zheng and said slyly:

"Brother Zheng, a beautiful woman just came looking for you."

"Who?" Nan Zheng turned her head.

"A short-haired woman, smelling of perfume all over, with long legs, black stockings and black high heels, and wearing gold-rimmed glasses... she's definitely a top-tier beauty!"

As he spoke, Taibao hummed softly and couldn't help but reward himself on the spot.

"He Min?" Nan Zheng lit a cigarette, thought for a moment, and slapped the lustful Tai Bao awake.
"Did she say anything?"

“Yeah, I told her I was your little brother, and then she asked me if I could pick her up in Edinburgh tomorrow… I don’t know why, but judging from the short-haired girl’s expression, it probably wasn’t anything good,” Taibao said.

"If it were something good, they wouldn't be asking me," Nan Zheng scoffed.

"Alright, I'll be there when the time comes."

"If she comes again, just repeat what she said. At worst, she can come to me."

"no problem!"

Nan Zheng guessed that He Min was about the same age as her and didn't have a boyfriend yet.

Could it be that the cop tried to pick her up, and she didn't want to, so she turned him down?
What was his name again? Detective Huang from the Major Crimes Unit?
I'm not sure what it's called exactly, but that's what it sounds like.

Nan Zheng was also thinking that since she was planning to take over, she needed to figure out what way to make money.

I've heard that making movies can be quite lucrative these days.

Some Category III films can earn millions a month by being pirated and distributed.

Leung Kwan owns a film company, and when he's in a good mood, he can even act as the male lead himself.

Nan Zheng needs to find an opportunity to take a look.

However, we still need to deal with the zombie dogs right now.

I just don't know when there will be any news.

I guess it will be soon.

Sure enough, that very night, Dinosaur gathered everyone together, stood on the table, and said, "Dongxing has gone too far. They even stabbed the hospitalized Greyhound, causing serious injury. They are utterly heartless and insane."

"Tonight, we'll wipe out all of Smiling Tiger's territories. Whoever finds and kills Sang Gou will take over."

"If we can't get rid of that bastard, whoever takes his territory will own it!"

"I've brought a full 500 people today. You can form your own teams. If anyone gets injured, I'll cover all the dinosaur expenses!"

Upon hearing this, all the underlings present became excited.

People are out here to make money and climb the ladder. If you take down that bastard, you'll have it all. Who wouldn't be happy?

Nan Zheng understood the unspoken meaning: the dinosaur did not want to avenge the aborigines.

I just wanted to make a show of it.

Gangsters don't use their brains and have no backbone. How much trouble can they make by forming their own team?
If the Red Sticks of Tung Sing were to lead the charge, they would be scattered in no time.

Let alone a team of 500 people, even a team of 5,000 people will still be a disorganized mess without a leader.

After yawning, Nan Zheng prepared to take everyone back for a late-night snack.

They ran right into Chan Ho-nam and his gang.

"It's you again, you good-for-nothing," the pheasant said viciously.

"What, jealous of my good looks again? I heard your name is Chicken King?"

"It's a pheasant, the 'chicken' of 'chicken overlord'!"

"Idiot!" Nan Zheng gave Shanji the middle finger, then turned and strode away.

"You bastard, don't be so arrogant." The pheasant stared at his back, its eyes practically spitting fire.

Chan Ho-nam shook his head: "Chicken, a small act of impatience can ruin a great plan."

"Don't forget why we're here."

……

"Boss, where are we going now?"

"Call Taibao over, let's go get a late-night snack, and then we'll scavenge the 'slaughter dog'."

"A person must rely on themselves!"

Nan Zheng knew very well that tonight's event was just for show, to save face and get through it.

After all, the savages aren't in charge, so it's really not worth making a big fuss about.

But what are Chen Haonan and his gang doing here?
Could it be that tonight's dinosaur show was just to promote them?

(End of this chapter)