Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

"What are you waiting for? Clear out the guests immediately and lock the downstairs door for me!"

As he spoke, Ah Hua reached for his waist, grabbed his new mobile phone, and skillfully dialed a number to call He Yaozong.

……

In the middle of the Jinbala dance floor, there was a commotion and the guests were asked to leave one after another.

A group of thugs were shouting in a booth in the middle of the dance hall. Ah Hua pushed through the crowd and saw a young man in a white coat and a sinister face, slumped arrogantly on the sofa.

On the table in front of him were two unopened packages of "No. 4" snacks.

Ah Hua picked up a pack of No. 4 cigarettes, put it to his nose and sniffed it, then looked at the arrogant young man.

"Are these yours?"

"Exactly!"

The young man responded lazily, clearly not taking Ahua seriously.

Ah Hua threw the small package of No. 4 on the ground and stepped on it.

"Who asked you to come to my place to sell goods?"

This action obviously angered the young man in front of him.

He stood up suddenly and pulled out an extended dog-leg knife from behind.

"I, your godfather, have been distributing goods here on Temple Street for over two years. Why can't I distribute them tonight?"

A hint of mockery flashed across Ah Hua's lips. At the same time, he stepped on the foot of 'Number Four' and twisted it hard, directly stepping on the bag of powder to make it burst.

"You're quite angry. What's your name?"

The young man changed his grip to a reverse grip and sneered.

"I tell you what, tonight you either pay for this bag of stuff, or get down on your knees and lick it clean. Don't leave any of it behind!"

While he was speaking, the thugs surrounding him had already started drawing their swords.

Ah Hua was on guard and looked at the young man in front of him coldly.

"I'll ask you one last time, which letter does it start with?"

"Fuck your mother's name!"

The young man obviously did not play by the rules. He did not even announce his home address and just swung his knife.

His movements were really fast, but fortunately Ah Hua was prepared and narrowly avoided the knife, while quickly taking a few steps back.

Looking down at the leather jacket that was split open on his chest, Ah Hua's expression began to freeze.

"What are you all standing there for? Are you going to watch me get hacked to death?!"

Following his angry shout, the knifemen who had just been mixed in the crowd pretending to be customers swarmed over him.

The young man with a defiant look finally had a hint of panic in his eyes.

His hand holding the knife dropped, but he still maintained the posture of holding the knife with his backhand.

"Playing dirty? Listen carefully, I'm your godfather, the loyal and righteous Ah Heng!"

Ah Hua sneered, took a machete from a thug, stood in front of him, and looked at Ah Heng in shock.

Rather than calling it a machete, it was more like a shortened Guandao, three times as long as the dog-leg knife in his hand...

"Suckling, you're only thinking of Xiang Duo now? It's too late!

Kill these idiots for me!"

Following Ah Hua's order, the place suddenly became noisy and full of excitement...

In Tsim Sha Tsui East Plaza, Wuying was sitting in a minibus, already yawning from how sleepy he was.

Ring ring ring——

The rapid ringing of the phone made Wufei jump as if he had been electrocuted.

The call was from He Yaozong.

"Wuying, you can start now.

Remember, don't delay when you're done, drive back immediately!"

"I understand, Brother Yao!"

After hanging up the phone, Wuying stood up directly from the bus and glanced at his younger brother who was looking at him.

"What are you doing sitting there like an idiot? Waiting for your midnight snack?

Get out of the car and do something! ! ”

Chapter 40: Driving the tiger to devour the wolf, a dilemma

The Langham Hotel, Tsim Sha Tsui, in a suite on the eighth floor.

Lian Haolong, who had just worked for half an hour, was now sitting cross-legged on the bed wrapped in a bath towel.

At this time, the sound of dripping water came from the bathroom next door. Through the bathroom block glass, you can see a graceful body swimming in the soft light.

Lian Haolong lit a cigarette and stared at the figure in the bathroom in a daze, feeling a mixture of emotions.

He is already over 40 years old and can clearly feel that his body is not as vigorous as it was in his youth.

Back then, he started out as a thug, and with his fists, he founded the Chung Shun Yi troupe. He fought his way up to where he is now known throughout Yau Tsim Mong!

Looking at the history of Hong Kong's community, he can be considered a heavyweight figure.

But Lian Haolong always had a regret in his heart.

His wife Susu, who had been with him through thick and thin and built her own business from scratch, was a prostitute who wandered the streets when she was young.

Because of excessive abortions, he has not been able to give birth to a child so far.

In another ten years, he would be old enough to have children. He didn't want his huge family business to be left without any descendants to take over.

call--

Lian Haolong exhaled a long puff of smoke.

The person bathing in the bathroom at this time was Lian Haolong's concubine.

If this concubine could give birth to a child for him in the future, Lian Haolong would have no regrets in his life.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

Just when Lian Haolong was still thinking about what to name his child in the future, someone knocked on the door outside.

"Who?!"

Lian Haolong shouted vigilantly towards the door.

"Brother, it's me!"

The voice outside the door was that of his confidant Luo Tianhong.

Lian Haolong immediately stood up and tied the bath towel around his waist tightly.

He asked while opening the door.

"What?"

The door opened and Luo Tianhong's face looked a little ugly.

"Brother, logically speaking, I shouldn't be disturbing you and my second sister-in-law right now.

But something happened on Temple Street!"

Lian Haolong's face turned cold. He glanced at the corridor outside for a few times, then pulled Luo Tianhong in.

"Come in and talk!"

As soon as the door closed, Luo Tianhong spoke hurriedly.

“Brother, Yan Chanle, who helped us unpack the goods some time ago, was driven out of Temple Street by He Liansheng and came to us to complain.

Sister Su asked us to go over there to do some work tonight, so Ah Heng took people over to clean the place.

As a result, Ah Heng..."

"What happened to Ah Heng?!"

Lian Haolong's face was already terribly gloomy. Luo Tianhong didn't dare to hide it and answered with gritted teeth.

"Aheng was hacked to death! That's not all. The Heliansheng guys just threw Molotov cocktails at our place in Tsim Sha Tsui!

The bosses of those places just called me, asking if we had offended someone we shouldn't have!"

"Push to the street!"

Lian Haolong roared angrily, which immediately startled his young wife in the bathroom and made her scream.

"What's wrong, Brother Long?"

"It's none of your business, go on and wash your clothes!"

Lian Haolong shouted towards the bathroom, then turned and walked to the bedside table and grabbed his clothes.

"Tianhong, do you know who did this?"

"I know. Lin Huaile from Liansheng, and a younger brother of Long Genxin from Liansheng.

The two of them each controlled half of the scene on Temple Street, and it was their men who hacked Ah Heng to death!"

Luo Tianhong lowered his voice and said, "Brother, I have called all the brothers out. Do you want to fight now?"

Lian Haolong had already put on his coat. He shook his half-long hair and glared at Luo Tianhong coldly.

"What do you think?!"

……

In less than ten minutes, more than a dozen speeding minibuses drove into Temple Street.

More than a hundred thugs from Zhongxinyi got off the bus in unison.

Luo Tianhong carried an eight-sided Han sword on his shoulder, his face gleaming coldly.