Hong Kong variety show: My Boss, Thirteen Sister

After taking a bite, Hong Sheng's eyes lit up, and he quickly finished the entire char siu bao, exclaiming, "So delicious!"

"Not bad, right?" Jiang Lai smiled. He also really liked the char siu buns made by Uncle Li. The soft dough was filled with tender and juicy char siu meat, and every bite was satisfying.

After having dim sum with Gang Sheng, Jiang Lai took Gang Sheng to his residence in Mong Kok.

"Jiang Lai, did you live here before?" Gang Sheng looked at the slightly old residential area in front of him with some curiosity.

The buildings here stand side by side, some with cracks and stains on their exterior walls, showing the marks of time. There are some small shops and restaurants downstairs. It's not a luxury community, just an ordinary residential area.

It wasn't that Hong Kong student disliked the environment; she was just curious.

“Yes, I really like the environment here!” Jiang Lai took Gang Sheng’s hand and walked towards their residence.

Jiang Lai liked this place for a simple reason: although it lacked the luxury of the Taiping Mountain Villa, it was full of warmth and life.

The two of them walked and talked.

"Hong Kong student!"

"Ok?"

“I suddenly realized that you look a lot like Grandma’s granddaughter!” Jiang Lai looked Gang Sheng up and down and suddenly realized that she looked a lot like Zhen Zhen, and the two of them also had very similar temperaments.

"Grandma's granddaughter?" Gang Sheng looked at Jiang Lai with some doubt.

"Yes, Grandma is my neighbor here, and her granddaughter is named Zhenzhen." The two chatted as they walked.

"Really?" Hong Sheng asked, somewhat curious.

"Yes, you'll see when you meet him."

Before they knew it, the two had arrived downstairs.

"Let's go upstairs and take a look!" Jiang Lai took Gang Sheng's hand and walked upstairs.

The two went upstairs, opened the door, and Jiang Lai frowned slightly.

The room was the same as before, but the air was filled with a stuffy smell, as if the windows hadn't been opened for a long time.

But Jiang Lai didn't frown because of this.

He gave the key to the old lady, who would usually clean the place for him, so it was always spotless whenever he came over.

"What's wrong?" Gang Sheng asked, puzzled, when he saw Jiang Lai standing frozen at the door.

"It's nothing, why don't we go see Grandma first!" Jiang Lai thought for a moment and suggested to Gang Sheng.

“Okay!” Hong Kong student replied.

Jiang Lai took Gang Sheng's hand and walked towards the neighboring residents.

Boom!Boom!

"Grandma?" Jiang Lai gently knocked on Grandma's door.

No one answered.

"Grandma, it's me, Jiang Lai. Are you inside?" Jiang Lai called out several times and knocked a few times, but there was no response.

“It seems like nobody’s here!” Gang Sheng remarked.

"Could she have gone out?" Jiang Lai murmured to himself. Where could an old woman like her have gone?

Click! !

The sound of a door opening was heard.

Uncle Zhong, the neighbor next to the old lady, leaned half his body out.

"Uncle Zhong, do you know where Grandma and the others went?" Jiang Lai asked when he saw Uncle Zhong open the door.

"I heard that Zhenzhen's biological parents have come and taken Zhenzhen and her grandmother away!" Uncle Zhong said, relieved to see that it was Jiang Lai knocking on the door.

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Chapter 134 Each with their own plans

Hearing Uncle Zhong's words, Jiang Lai was slightly stunned and couldn't help but glance at the old lady's door a few more times.

"Understood, Uncle Zhong!" Jiang Lai replied to Uncle Zhong.

Jiang was worried that something might happen to the old lady, but after hearing Uncle Zhong's words, he felt a little relieved.

Since it was Zhenzhen's biological parents who took the two away, there shouldn't be any problems.

"Let's go!" Jiang Lai showed Gang Sheng around his room, then left without cleaning it, closing the door behind him.

Gang Sheng nodded and followed behind Jiang Lai.

"Brother Kun, this is a golden opportunity!" In a dimly lit tavern in Tsim Sha Tsui, Han Chen slowly put down his teacup and spoke.

Since the Battle of Tsim Sha Tsui ended, Prince Edward's territory has become a coveted prize for some.

Tsim Sha Tsui, a lucrative area on Hong Kong Island, already had more than a dozen triads operating there.

When the Crown Prince was in power, he had thousands of men under the Hung Hing triad to protect his territory, and he was also known for his fighting prowess, so naturally no one dared to touch his land.

However, the Crown Prince's fate is now unknown, and the Wo Luen Shing empire is too preoccupied with the deaths of Ah Lok and Big D to attend to these territories.

Prince Edward occupies several of the most bustling streets in Tsim Sha Tsui, and its karaoke bars, nightclubs, pubs, saunas, arcades, and gambling dens naturally attract countless people who covet them, and various gangs, large and small, all want a piece of the pie.

The Ni family also wields considerable influence in Tsim Sha Tsui. Although Ni Kun made his fortune through casinos, he has been frantically engaged in smuggling and drug trafficking since he connected with Tatung in Thailand.

Through smuggling and flour trading, Ni Kun quickly amassed a large fortune, and his power expanded rapidly.

Although the Ni family's overall strength is not comparable to established forces like Hung Hing and Tung Sing, they are not to be underestimated in Tsim Sha Tsui.

"Any movement from Hung Hing?" Ni Kun asked thoughtfully.

In fact, Ni Kun had been observing the situation ever since the major battle between Hung Hing and Wo Luen Shing ended.

He was also interested in the Crown Prince's territory, but he was always cautious and would not act rashly without absolute certainty.

"I heard that the two sides have started fighting, but I haven't seen any movement yet." Han Chen pondered for a moment, then looked puzzled.

Han Chen takes intelligence very seriously, so the news that the Wo Luen Shing and Hung Hing were going to fight each other could not be kept from him.

"Has the matter concerning Gandhi been thoroughly investigated?" Ni Kun suddenly asked.

"The person hasn't been found yet, but..." Han Chen hesitated, looking thoughtful.

"What?" Ni Kun stared at Han Chen.

“Besides Gandhi and Dongxing’s people, there should have been a third force at the scene.” Han Chen narrowed his eyes and pondered.

"Oh?" Ni Kun raised his eyelids and let out a soft exclamation.

“I received information that Smiling Tiger was killed with a single blow, directly shot to death. Gandhi’s men didn’t have anyone like that, and... Gandhi’s men also had different gunshot wounds!” Han Chen was quite meticulous. From some subtle clues, he analyzed that there must have been a third party present at the time.

After hearing Han Chen's words, Ni Kun also lowered his head and pondered.

"According to you, it's possible that the people from Dongxing... weren't killed by Gandhi?" Ni Kun looked at Han Chen with a questioning gaze.

Han Chen pondered for a moment, then gently shook his head: "It's hard to say. Before we found Gandhi, no one knew what had happened back then."

“But now the people from Dongxing are insisting that the deaths of Smiling Tiger and Lei Yaoyang are related to us. Camel also wants me to give an explanation. What do you think we should do?” Ni Kun said helplessly. If it weren’t for Dongxing, he wouldn’t need to worry about so much.

Han Chen's eyes narrowed slightly after hearing Ni Kun's words.

He lowered his head and pondered for a moment.

"Brother Kun, if Camel wants an explanation, then we'll give him one!" Han Chen's eyes were deep and dark, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Ni Kun looked at Han Chen with some confusion.

Han Chen got up, walked to Ni Kun's ear, and whispered something to him.

Ni Kun's eyes gradually brightened, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curved into a smile, as if he fully agreed with Han Chen's suggestion.

After hearing Han Chen's words, Ni Kun's lips curled into a cold smile. He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled softly: "Then let's make our move!"

Ni Kun had long coveted the Crown Prince's territory, but he had previously hesitated to act rashly due to the Crown Prince's and Hung Hing's power.

This is indeed a rare opportunity for him.

In 1980s Hong Kong, large quantities of drugs flooded into the city from Thailand, Myanmar, and the Golden Triangle. Nine out of ten triads were involved in the drug trade, making the market extremely competitive.

The various gangs are constantly fighting each other, all for profit, and to have more venues to sell their goods.

A bustling area like Yau Tsim Mong is coveted by countless triads.

However, in the Yau Ma Tsai area of ​​Jordan, the underground drug trade is controlled by a powerful figure, and Ni Kun doesn't want to provoke that figure yet.

In the Mong Kok area, most places are controlled by Sister Thirteen.

Although Thirteen Sister doesn't touch drugs, she doesn't allow other gangs to sell drugs on her turf.

Although Ni Kun was not afraid of Sister Thirteen, she was, after all, a member of Hung Hing, and she also had two powerful figures backing her up, so he dared not fight her.

Therefore, the Prince's territory in Tsim Sha Tsui presents a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Ah Chen!" Ni Kun called out to Han Chen.

“Brother Kun!” Han Chen responded.

"Call Blackie, Guohua, Wenzheng, and San'er up for a meeting!" Ni Kun instructed Han Chen.

Although he had already decided to take action against the Crown Prince's territory, Ni Kun still summoned several of his hall masters for a meeting.

While the Ni family was plotting to seize territory in Tsim Sha Tsui.

In a private room at the Youguqi Restaurant, Deng Wei sat in the main seat, squinting at the group of veterans of Wo Luen Shing.

A family cannot be without a head of household for a day, nor a country without a ruler for a day.

Deng Wei spoke calmly, his obese face carrying an indifferent gaze.

"I'm now handing the dragon-headed staff over to Chuiji for safekeeping, and he'll pass it on to the new 'leader' later!"

As Deng Wei was speaking, one of his underlings took the dragon-headed staff out of a box.

“Uncle Deng… I!” Chuiji wanted to refuse, but seeing Deng Wei’s eyes, he swallowed his words back.

Although Chuiji wasn't very capable and only owned two bars, which were taken over by Jiang Lai.

But Deng Wei also had his own considerations. He liked balance and stability, and it was precisely because Chuiji lacked ability that others felt more at ease.