Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

Yan Chanle, who had a 2:8 side-parted hair, was standing under an awning on the rooftop with his hands behind his back, staring blankly at Bianhui who had been beaten unconscious.

"I'm so hot-tempered. It's easier to invite a god than to send him away. You beat him up like this, so you have to figure out how to handle this yourself!"

Huobao, who was standing behind Yanchanle, twisted his neck.

"Boss, I'm telling you, Blind Hui is so tough today, no matter how you hit him, it won't work.

It turns out that someone at Heliansheng is backing him up, but I just can't understand how someone would take a loser like him in as a younger brother."

Yan Chanle raised his eyelids and glanced at Huo Bao coldly.

"Don't change the subject. The rumors are circulating everywhere that this gangster named He Yaozong is borrowing troops and is about to cause trouble for us.

It's not easy for me to manage these places in Temple Street, you'd better not make it difficult for me! "

After Yan Chanle said this, he didn't waste any more words with Huo Bao and left the rooftop with his hands behind his back.

"pick!"

Huobao kicked the awning next to him, his face gradually distorted, and he shouted at Yanchanle's back.

"Why are you afraid of him? He Liansheng is so scary!

Anyone who's been around knows that the Liansheng District Nine gang is saying one thing and doing another, and they're not on the same page! "

But Yan Chanle ignored him and walked downstairs.

There was no other way, Huobao had to squat down and reach out to pat Blindhui on the cheek.

"Wake up, Pujie! You'd better stop pretending to be dead and making things difficult for me. I'm going to throw you down the stairs tonight!"

When Yan Chanle arrived at the nightclub bar, he found Ah Hua still sitting there, intently reading an entertainment magazine.

Yan Chanle stepped forward and offered him a cigarette.

“Brother Hua, he’s no longer with the Jingyi Society and he’s even more aggressive than before.

Hundreds of people said they would just poop it out, it was really a big deal! "

Ahua put down the magazine and waved his hand to knock the cigarette out of Yan Chan Le's hand.

"No, I'm afraid you might put some in it!"

Yan Chanle, feeling humiliated, could only sneer.

"Do you really have to make things difficult for me?"

"You have to understand, I'm not being mean to you now!

You kidnapped Blind Hui without asking why, and you still won't let me see him. How can I explain this to you when I go back?"

Yan Chanle glanced at Ahua with a gloomy look.

"Well, I'll bring Blind Hui out to you right away, and I'll also pay you 10,000 yuan for the medicine.

Go back and say hello to He Yaozong, and have Huobao serve tea, or let me apologize. There's no need to mobilize so many people!"

"I choose!"

Ah Hua couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Two hundred people were pulled out of the hall, and you think you can get it done with just ten thousand yuan?

Yan Chan Le, are you crazy? "

"So I must die?!"

Yan Chanle's voice suddenly became louder, and in an instant, a group of thugs guarding the nightclub surrounded him, all with unfriendly faces, looking at Ahua.

The smile on Ahua's lips gradually faded.

He slowly reached behind his waist, took out a shiny dagger, and inserted it directly into the leather sofa behind him.

"Great! I just ran out of excuses to train you!"

The corners of Yan Chanle's mouth twitched violently and his brows furrowed.

He waved his hand to signal the thugs surrounding him to retreat, and then spoke coldly.

"The incident was caused by my temper, it has nothing to do with me!"

Sham Shui Po, pick up at the Good Luck Mahjong Hall.

Long Gen is still living his regular retirement life, enjoying playing mahjong.

Ring ring ring——

The phone rang, but Long Gen didn't take it seriously. He shuffled the cards with one hand, reached out with the other hand, took out the phone, and pressed the answer button.

The other three players immediately stopped what they were doing and didn't make any noise.

"Are you there?"

"Long Gen, what are you doing?"

An old and nasal voice came from the receiver.

The one who called Long Gen was none other than the retired emperor of He Liansheng, the actual ruler of the Ninth District, and the uncle who sat in the top seat in the Senate—Deng Wei!

Long Gen immediately stopped shuffling the cards in his hand and held the phone firmly.

"Oh, it's Brother Wei!

I'm just playing a few rounds of mahjong with someone, what do you want from me?"

"Long Gen, I heard that you adopted a younger brother named He Yaozong, and some time ago, he even caused the Hongxing boss B to come to your house and have a cup of tea worth two million.

Is there such a thing?"

"Yes, but I didn't ask much about the younger generations' affairs. What's wrong, Brother Wei?"

"Nothing, I won't ask about this matter for now, I just want to ask you one thing.

"Did you know that He Yaozong is waving flags and blowing whistles at your gang and taking people to Temple Street to show off their horses?"

"I know!"

Long Gen disagreed. In his opinion, that large group of people were taken away from his own hall.

According to the rules, the boss who received the money had to pay him tea money as usual.

He Yaozong spends his own money to do his own things, and he can make money even if he just lies down.

Besides, this loser is just taking this opportunity to make a name for himself in Temple Street, so there is no need for me to worry so much.

However, Deng Wei obviously did not agree with this.

"Long Gen, you are an old man, almost sixty years old, and you don't do things lightly.

Hundreds of people were dragged out to dry their horses, and even the police chief from Organized Crime and Triad Bureau called me!

If something goes wrong, can you afford it?"

"It's just a small-time idiot who's destroying my house. The consequences can't be that serious, right?"

"You know whether it's serious or not! Anyway, I don't like this kind of trouble-making kid!

He's been causing trouble just a few days after joining the company, and he's already causing trouble everywhere. If he gets into trouble in the future, we and Liansheng won't be able to protect him!"

After saying that, Fat Deng hung up the phone.

Long Gen was in He Liansheng, and he was considered an uncle of high rank. He couldn't help but feel unhappy when he was scolded by Fat Deng for no reason.

He dropped the phone on the mahjong table and cursed.

"If you don't like it, don't sit in that position! You deserved to be betrayed by your confidant and lose your territory in Tsim Sha Tsui!"

When he looked up again, he found that the neighbors who were playing cards with him were all staring at him in amazement.

"Uncle, are you still... going to fight?"

Long Gen looked down at his own terrible deck of cards, and his mood became even worse.

He simply pushed down the repaired Great Wall, stood up angrily, and told his follower to leave the mahjong hall.

Chapter 32 Whoever gets close to you will be unlucky from beginning to end!

Temple Street, Fang Rongji Hot Pot.

Xiwei opened a bottle of beer for He Yaozong, then sat down beside him with a silly smile.

This hot pot restaurant is located right opposite the Windsor nightclub. At this moment, you can see He Liansheng's men lining up in a long queue opposite and entering the nightclub one after another.

He Yaozong didn't want to be the first to take the lead in the matter of showing off his horse and betraying his friends.

On the one hand, if a fight broke out, he didn't want to dirty his newly bought Zegna suit.

On the other hand, if the police from Organized Crime and Triad Bureau come in to arrest someone and he is taken away, who will pay the bail for these gangsters?

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A taxi stopped at the door of the nightclub, and then an obese middle-aged man stumbled out of the car and paid the fare. The driver was also frightened by the scene of the horses drying off, and did not dare to stay for a moment, and drove away from the scene with a step on the accelerator.

Xiwei poured He Yaozong more wine: "Brother Yao, the police from Organized Crime and Triad Society are here!"

He Yaozong nodded: "I know!"

At this moment, his eyes were attracted by the fat body.

This man is Fei Sha, the sergeant of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau. He is in charge of maintaining order in the Temple Street area. Few of the gangsters who often seek shelter in the Yau Tsim District do not know him.

But Feisha now looked a little embarrassed. He had injuries on his face, walked with a limp, and looked embarrassed and uneasy.

What caught He Yaozong's attention even more was that since this guy got out of the car, his hand had been reaching into the gun belt at his waist, and from time to time he pulled down the hem of his shirt to try to cover the gun belt, obviously trying to hide something.

This guy lost his gun!

In an instant, He Yaozong made this judgment.

"Xiwei, you're so excited!

Fuck him, do you know what I just saw on the streets of Saigon?

Feisha, that fell on the street, was actually…"

A powerful voice came in, interrupting He Yaozong's thoughts.

Xiwei also looked up and found that Chaozhou Wei and several brothers were walking towards Fang Rongji.