Hong Kong Film Intelligence King

Chapter 205 Binny Tiger Strikes

The atmosphere in the Juyi Hall of Heliansheng was very oppressive.

Chuanbao couldn't help but say:

"What are those foreigners doing?"

"They actually bypassed us and forced the fans of Dapu to leave?"

The foreigner sneered:
"Are they really going to bypass us?"

"Did Daiura Hei consult with A-Quan?"

Uncle Quan glared at the foreigner, Nen, with a sidelong glance:

"What, the foreigners didn't greet us, but did they greet you?"

The foreigner said bluntly:

“You’re the boss. If Daipu Hei cares about you, he’ll tell you about this.”

Uncle Quan sneered:
"Does Young Master Le report everything he does to you now?"

"Or did you report everything to the boss when you were the head of the hall?"

The string of words exploded in annoyance:

"What are you talking about?"

"These foreigners are using us like rags, using us only when they feel like it and throwing us aside when they don't."

The foreigner was furious:
"It's your business if you want to belittle yourself, but I'm not a rag."

Chuanbao and Uncle Quan both sneered.

"If you're called a rag, at least you have some use. The problem is that in the eyes of foreigners, we're not even considered a rag."

"If you're no longer of any use to anyone in this world, you're not far from death."

Everyone was arguing.

"Tea please!"

Uncle Deng's voice came through clearly, and everyone stopped arguing and picked up their Kung Fu tea to enjoy.

"When you're out there doing this, no matter what position we're in now, we're all just dwarfs."

“Hong Kong is still under the rule of foreigners; they make the decisions.”

Uncle Quan said angrily:

"Is that the end of it?"

Uncle Deng said coldly:
"Of course we can't just let it go like that."

The foreigner said worriedly:
"Uncle Deng, those are foreigners."

Uncle Deng said calmly:
"We are no longer Hetu, but we are still one of the top gangs in the underworld."

"Helian Shengguang has 50,000 members."

"The entire prison system in Hong Kong holds only 30,000 people."

"Even if you ask him to recruit people, he can't recruit many."

"We may be thieves, but that doesn't mean we're without the strength to go toe-to-toe with soldiers."

“We need to let him know that we are not people to be bullied.”

The foreigner frowned deeply:

"Uncle Deng, you yourself said we're no longer a joint venture..."

Uncle Deng glared at him and said:

How many years have you been out there?

"Is he getting senile?"

"They've come to bully you. If you don't fight back, do you know what will happen?"

You'll be completely taken advantage of!

"If I don't bully you, who else should I bully?"

"Do I really need to remind you of something this simple?"

The foreigner remained silent.

How could you not understand this principle?

But those are foreigners!

Uncle Deng instructed:
"Hey, you guys contact Fish Head and Big D to find out where James is."

The foreigner was horrified:

"Uncle Deng, that's a foreigner."

Uncle Deng looked at him calmly:
"What's wrong with foreigners?"

"You stab him, and he doesn't die?"

Looking at everyone, he said,

“When I was a gangster, I was very resentful that my uncle controlled the important affairs of the gang.”

"Those old geezers can't fight or do anything, why should we listen to them?"

"I found out later."

"It's about public-spiritedness!"

"We've spent our whole lives in gangs, and by sheer luck we've survived and become what others call 'old codgers'."

"Age and seniority are not our basis, they are our protection."

"Cherish it."

"We are all supported by the gang."

"If you do things without impartiality, you will lose your authority."

“Those small ones won’t listen to you; the amulet will become a death warrant.”

Sweat was dripping down the foreigner's face.

Chuanbao glanced at the foreigner and asked:

"Uncle Deng, what should we do?"

Uncle Deng said coldly:
"Tell Big D and Fish Head that Da Pu Hei is one of our nine hall masters."

"His death is a huge loss for us and Liansheng."

"We cannot afford such a loss."

"Give the foreigners a warning."

String of questions:

"Do we need to see blood?"

Uncle Deng nodded slowly:

"Just make sure there's blood, don't kill him."

"Didn't the foreigner say that they are foreigners?"

The crowd roared with laughter.

The foreigner's face turned bright red.

Chuiji pointed to the powder packet on the table and asked:

What do we do with this?

Uncle Deng looked at him as if he had seen a ghost:
"You fucking want to lose fans?"

"Aren't you afraid Big D will kill you?"

Chuiji hurriedly said:
"That's not what I meant. I meant, should this thing be returned to the foreigners or destroyed?"

Uncle Deng said irritably:

"Does this need to be said?"

"Then it definitely needs to be destroyed!"

"Throw this thing into the sea."

"Three million... I don't believe those foreigners wouldn't feel the pinch!"

The chicken nodded repeatedly.

Although he is of the uncle generation, it is clear that he is just a figurehead and can only nod in agreement.

Uncle Deng asked:

"Does anyone else have any comments?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison:

"no!"

Who would dare to object at this point?

Uncle Deng nodded slowly:

"If there's nothing else, let's adjourn the meeting."

The chicken seemed to want to say something but hesitated, ultimately remaining silent.

After the meeting, he was about to leave when Chuanbao stopped him:

"Take care, let's go see Big D together."

Blowing Chicken smiled wryly:
"I have no face in front of Big D."

Chuanbao rolled his eyes:
"Who among us, or Liansheng, has more influence in front of Big D?"

The two looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

Big D is truly arrogant and domineering, showing no respect for his uncle whatsoever.

But what can be done?
This is the task Grandpa gave them!

……

Han Bin went straight to the villa of the God of Prosperity and asked to see the God.

The deity was delighted to see Han Bin and quickly poured him tea.

"Binny, what brings you here today?"

Han Bin laughed and said:

"There are some official matters I need to discuss with the deity."

The god was taken aback:
"Business?"

He looked at Han Bin suspiciously.

"There's no conflict between Heung Shing and Hung Hing, is there?"

Han Bin sighed:

"It wasn't originally."

"However, yesterday, someone was spreading rumors about Hung Hing in the underworld."

The god's expression changed and he said:
"Is there such a thing?"

Han Bin cursed the old fox inwardly, and simply said bluntly:

“My lord, the gang sent me here because of my connection with He Xingsheng.”

"If it were someone else, they wouldn't be so friendly."

The God chuckled lightly:
Are you threatening me?

Han Bin countered with a question:
"Isn't it Ah Kun who's the real threat?"

The god's expression immediately changed.

It's strange, but the bigger the gang leader, the more they know the value of the name "Ling Kun".

The lower the level of the gangsters, the less respect they had for Ugly Kwan, considering him just another leader of the Hung Hing triad. He was merely one of hundreds or thousands of ordinary gang leaders in Hong Kong.

But God knows that Handsome Kun is no ordinary person.

Not to mention that in just three months since his release from prison, Liang Kun has already risen to the rank of Grand Marshal, his scheming alone would be a headache even for an old fox like Master Shen.

The god chuckled:
"Binny, is there something you need?"

Han Bin bluntly stated:
"We, Hung Hing, demand an explanation."

The deity paused in drinking tea and asked:

"So, you're saying that it was us and the people of Xing Sheng who spread the scandals about Hung Hing?"

Han Bin nodded:
"Correct!"

The master put down his teacup and said solemnly:

"who is it?"

Han Bin said calmly:
"Old man with white hair".

The god was greatly surprised:
"You've got it wrong, haven't you?"

Han Bin slowly shook his head:

"I don't joke about things like this."

The god asked, puzzled:
"Is there some misunderstanding here? I've never heard of any friction between the White-haired Old Man and Hung Hing."

Han Bin shrugged:

"Let me tell you something a little further back in time," the God said with a light laugh.
"You said."

Han Bin bluntly stated:
“When Babi was killed by Xi B, none of He Tu’s uncles spoke to me.”

"Except for the old man with white hair."

The God stopped laughing:
"Really?"

Han Bin picked up his teacup:

"Naturally."

The god's expression changed:

"When did the old man with white hair and Babi become so close?"

Han Bin sincerely said:
“Master, you are He Tu’s uncle and elder, and also the person in charge of He Xingsheng, so I’ll just say it directly.”

“I told Ah Kun about this, and the next day, Ah Kun told me that the white-headed old man had lost his powder.”

Boom!

The god's expression changed:

"Don't say this nonsense."

Han Bin remained expressionless.

The god was even more panicked:
"how is this possible?"

"His branch is in Kowloon!"

Han Bin nodded slowly:
“Ah Kun has a good relationship with Chan Kwok Chung of Kowloon. Chan Kwok Chung hates people who steal cigarettes.”

"If he finds out about this, the prosperous Kowloon City branch might be wiped out."

Chen Guozhong's powerful attack truly shocked the triads in Kowloon; they had never seen a cop so ruthless. Most importantly, this cop not only possessed the necessary fighting skills but also had cunning.

What he wants is stability in the community, so he won't consider anything else.

He didn't care how the organization should respond.

He'll attack whoever loses fans.

Coincidentally, most of the branches of Wo Shing Shing are located in the Kowloon area, meaning that all of them are under the control of Chan Kwok Chung.

This is dying.

Han Bin sincerely said:
"The police wouldn't believe that only Old Man White Hair was a drug addict in such a large gang."

He would suspect that most of the gang's branches were involved in drug trafficking.

"this is the truth."

The old man fell silent, thought for a moment, and then said to Han Bin:
“Binny, you are also an old man in Hetu, so you naturally know about my relationship with the old man with white hair.”

“If you don’t have evidence, I won’t hand over the old man to you based on just a few words from you.”

Han Bin smiled and said:
"of course."

"If someone were to ask me to hand over my trusted subordinates based solely on a few words, I wouldn't be able to do it."

He casually pulled out a piece of paper, placed it on the table, and pushed it forward.

When the god took a look, his pupils contracted:
"Isn't this... one of the White-haired Old Man's branches?"

Han Bin said calmly:
"Inside the freezer in that ice room, there was a packet of powder, ten pounds of high-purity No. 4."

what?
The god suddenly stood up:

"This is real?"

Han Bin said lazily:

"My lord, when did my name, Benny, become so subject to suspicion?"

The old man smiled wryly:
"That's an exaggeration."

"That's high-purity No. 4, and it's ten pounds?"

Han Bin disagreed:

"That's because you don't know the origin of this powder packet, Master."

The god quickly asked:

What's the story behind this?

Han Bin gave the god a meaningful look:
"That pink packet was actually given to the old man by a foreigner named James."

The god's expression changed drastically, and he immediately called for help:
"Summon Fire Shit and the Crown Prince to see me."

Han Bin sipped his tea slowly and deliberately.

Back then, he was considered the undisputed leader of Hetu, with a status comparable to that of Uncle Deng, Fei Xiang, and Shen Ye.

He also knew some of the secrets about the combined map.

The reason why HeTu has become so big is because it has powerful backers, namely foreigners.

The group split into three, but the supporters behind it have remained the same: foreigners.

The God is now the head of Hesheng. If the foreigners want to contact him, they won't contact the old man with white hair, they'll only contact him.

However, that's not the case at all now.

The foreigner bypassed him and contacted the old man directly.

What are you trying to do?
The god doesn't believe that the foreigner just wants the old man to help him sell his products.

That's impossible. The foreigner would definitely make a promise to the old man with white hair; otherwise, the old man with white hair wouldn't do such a thing.

Placing powder on the ground is considered taboo, no matter where you put it.

Unless all members of a certain club turn away from the fandom, even people from the same club are unwilling to associate with a particular person.

this is the truth!
The deity said to Han Bin:
“Binny, I assure you, if this is true, Hesheng owes you a favor.”

"I will also give you an explanation!"

Han Binqi said:

"Master, shouldn't this matter be entrusted to Gao Laozhong?"

The god shook his head:
"This matter cannot be entrusted to him."

Han Bin thought about it and understood.

Gao Laozhong and Bai Touweng have an unusual relationship. If this matter is really entrusted to him, Bai Touweng might get away.

Han Binzhen was slowly drinking tea in Master Shen's villa.

The god asked:

"Binny, how are you doing in Hung Hing?"

Han Bin laughed and said:

“Very good. At least, I have the final say on my turf, and nobody can interfere.”

The deity awkwardly stepped aside:
"Drink tea, drink tea!"

Han Bin's words were filled with resentment. Anyone who has been used as a tool for many years would feel resentful.

Even more outrageous is that He Tu's uncles wielded so much power that the leaders of the more than twenty branches didn't even have any autonomy.

It is only because Han Bin has a superior position and does not care about the profits from the territory that he can tolerate it—he is a smuggler, and as long as no one touches his warehouse, he really doesn't care about anything else.

But compared to the leader of Hung Hing, this kind of thing is instantly defeated.

As one of the uncles and leaders of Hetu, Shenye was one of the key figures who helped target Han Bin. It's understandable that he feels a bit awkward talking about the past.

However, Han Bin was, after all, a man of both literary and martial talents, and this was just a grumble.

"Honestly, I have to thank Hetu."

"He Tu made me famous and renowned."

The deity smiled broadly; it was all the better that Han Bin had come to terms with the matter.

“If it weren’t for the joint map, I wouldn’t have been able to switch sides to Hung Hing.”

The old man's expression stiffened, and he said with a wry smile:
"Given the situation at the time, there was no one who could support you afterward, so they had to treat you that way."

Han Bin smiled:
"You're overthinking it, God. I wasn't being sarcastic."

"I really thank you for what you did back then, which allowed me to switch to Hung Hing and meet Ah Kun."

"When things reach their lowest point, they begin to rise again"—this is the essence of the saying.

The old man looked at Han Bin suspiciously, and he suddenly felt a little unconvinced:
"Is Hung Hing better than Hutchison Whampoa?"

Han Bin shook his head:
“Hung Hing is no match for Hop To.”

The god asked:

"Then what do you mean?"

Han Bin laughed and said:

I'm talking about Ah Kun!

The god was taken aback:
"Liang Kun?"

Han Bin smiled but didn't say anything.

Even the god was dumbfounded.

It's true that the power in Hetu is in the hands of the uncle, but there are many heroes and good men in Hetu. Han Bin goes without saying, but there's also Big D, Anan, Huoshi, Han Bin...

These people are no ordinary individuals either.

But Han Bin didn't like any of them, and instead praised Liang Kun highly.

The god just doesn't understand:
"Does this guy really have that much personal charisma?"

"They actually managed to make Binny Tiger, who used to cooperate with them, willingly bow down?"

He knew all too well how arrogant Han Bin was!

The old man scratched his head and tried every possible way to probe. If it were Da D, he would have already told him how old he was when he stopped wetting the bed. But if he were talking to Han Bin, it would be a fool's errand.

The god secretly raised Liang Kun's level by a whole tier. For Binny Tiger to praise him so highly, this guy must be no ordinary person.

Little did he know that Han Bin was simply lamenting that after switching sides to Hung Hing, he had the opportunity to join the trio of Wong Tao, Leung Kwan, and Chan Kwok Chung, and that he had the chance to make a fortune!

The two were chatting when Huo Shi and Han Bin arrived. Seeing Han Bin there, they greeted him.

"Binny, you seem quite relaxed."

Han Bin laughed and said:

"Hey brothers, come visit me in Kwai Tsing sometime!"

The old man, oblivious to their feelings, interrupted them:

"Let's put aside the matter of reminiscing."

"Fireshit, Prince, you two go to a teahouse in Kowloon City, open the refrigerator, and see if there's anything inside."

Huo Shi frowned and said:
"Master, isn't that the old man's territory?"

The God said coldly:
"Don't worry about whose territory it is. Gather your brothers and search that refrigerator."

Han Bin asked:

What if there's something there?

The God said calmly:
"A country has its own laws, and a family has its own rules."

"If someone breaks the rules of the club, they will naturally be dealt with according to the family rules."

Fire Shit Strange Path:

"What on earth is it?"

The god sighed:
"If you can really find it, you'll know what it is."

Just as Huo Shi was about to leave, Han Bin asked:

"Should we bring the white-headed bulbul back?"

The God said coldly:
"Make him swallow that thing."

Huo Shi and Han Bin said in unison:

"Understood!"

The god sighed:

Let me know when you're done.

The two nodded in unison, greeted Han Bin, and walked away with great strides.

Han Bin clicked his tongue in amazement:
"Master, that's ten pounds of high-purity No. 4."

The god said indifferently:
"Doesn't he like that stuff? I'll let him eat his fill."

Han Bin stood up and said:
"I apologize for disturbing you, sir. Let's have tea together another day."

The god asked:

"Aren't you going to sit for a while longer?"

Han Bin sighed:

"Our former leader is dead, so we have to go to the Chiang Kai-shek residence to see if there's anything we can do to help."

"Of course, there's a high probability they won't need my help."

"However, I still have to go."

The deity stood up and said:
“Binny, go back and tell Mr. Chiang that if this is true, Hing Shing and I owe you, Hung Hing, a favor.”

(End of this chapter)