Hong Kong variety show: The tycoon who emerged from Portland Street

The next day, Chen Mo woke up in his hotel bed, with Ruby fast asleep next to him.

Chen Mo couldn't help but sigh, even an old Bentley is still a Bentley, the driving experience is just so good.

Especially those two large headlights, they were so bright they made people dizzy.

They say that people are like wolves at thirty and tigers at forty.

Ruby, at thirty, is exceptionally strong; he's far more powerful than the young girls in his nightclubs.

Chen Mo changed his clothes, ignored Ruby who was still fast asleep, tossed down a few Taurus bills, thought for a moment, then left a business card, and left.

No matter how good the driving experience is, it's still someone else's car.

Turning public buses into private vehicles is immoral.

But it's okay to drive it occasionally.

The main advantage is that you don't have to worry about wasting gas; you can floor the accelerator.

Not long after I got back to the office, Thirteen Sister called.

"Amo, what happened? Did you cause trouble on Hongtai's turf last night? Mr. Jiang just called me, saying that Piyanmei (a nickname for a man) wants an explanation from him!"

"Damn it, Ass-Eyebrow needs to explain himself, but I still want an explanation from him!"

Chen Mo recounted what happened last night over the phone.

"Alright, Pipimei and Mei agreed to meet at Fushun Restaurant at noon to settle the score."

I'll go with you then. We're in the right, so there's nothing to be afraid of."

After listening to Chen Mo's explanation of the whole story, Thirteen Sister also felt that Chen Mo was right.

Of course I have to support my own little brother.

"Okay, then I'll trouble you, Sister Mei!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Mo immediately called Gao Jin over.

"Ah Jin, tell your men to get ready in advance. If nothing unexpected happens, we'll make our move tonight."

Talking about numbers? What a load of rubbish.

Only old folks like to talk about numbers.

In the world of gangsters, might makes right.

Chen Mo had no intention of getting any results from the discussion at noon.

At noon, Chen Mo and Thirteen Sister arrived at Fushun Restaurant on time.

Chen Mei and her men were already waiting in the private room.

The Crown Prince isn't here; he's probably either at the hospital or at home.

Chen Mei was accompanied by Wei Jixiang and Xiao Bawang.

Deng Bo, the retired emperor who had been winning consecutive victories, was also in the private room.

He was invited by Piyanmei to be a witness.

"Uncle Mei, it's been a long time! You're still going strong!"

"Uncle Deng, you should lose weight! High blood pressure is common at your age!"

Thirteen Sister greeted the two senior figures warmly.

Uncle Deng, with a friendly expression, seemed to enjoy Thirteen Sister's concern: "I'm getting old, I don't want to move around anymore, so forget about losing weight."

Chen Mei was displeased to see that it was Thirteen Sister: "Why is it you? Isn't Jiang Tiansheng coming?"

"Amo is my little brother, so of course I, as the boss, will handle things! Mr. Jiang is so busy, there's no need to trouble him with such a small matter!"

Chen Mei still thought he could rely on his seniority to get ahead, but he didn't even consider the strength of Hong Tai and Hong Xing.

Although Thirteen Sister is only the head of a gang, she's more than enough to deal with Butt Eyebrow.

"Fine, since you're willing to stand up for your underlings, then tell me, how do you plan to explain to me that your men caused trouble at our Hongtai establishment and injured more than twenty of us?"

Thirteen Sister sat down opposite Chen Mei and said calmly, "Uncle Mei, things aren't as simple as you say! Whether my little brother is wrong or not, let's clarify things and let Uncle Deng judge."

At Thirteen Sister's prompting, Chen Mo recounted the events of the previous night once more.

Of course, the part about his provocation was downplayed.

"Look, Amo went to your place to support your business, but you stopped him from leaving! And it was your people who started it."

Although that's Hongtai's territory, didn't your people go a little too far?

"Uncle Deng, you're a veteran in this world. You be the judge. Who should give an explanation to whom?"

Before Uncle Deng could speak, the little tyrant behind Piyanmei slammed his fist on the table: "What do you mean? Chen Mo injured more than twenty of our people, and the Crown Prince also lost an arm. In the end, it's still our fault?"

Do we have to explain ourselves to you?

Chen Mo slammed his fist on the table and shouted at the little tyrant, "What are you yelling for? Does being louder give you the right to do something?"

"Who do you think you are to speak to my boss like that?"

Pipimei held down the little tyrant who was about to charge at Chen Mo, and sneered, "Wasn't it Chen Mo who tried to take our people away first?"

"Uncle Mei, could you be clearer? What do you mean by 'your people'? She's willing to go out with me, and I paid for the whole session. Can't I take her with me?"

Chen Mo said with a disdainful look.

"you......"

Piyanmei wanted to say something, but couldn't bring himself to say it.

He can't very well say that Ruby is Wei Jixiang's woman!

Even if he wanted to say it, Wei Jixiang might not necessarily agree.

Even if Wei Jixiang were willing to admit it, he still wouldn't!

If the women who are considered "red sticks" in the gang have to go out and sell themselves, wouldn't Hong Tai be utterly disgraced?

"Have some tea! Have some tea!" Uncle Deng stopped the two sides from arguing any further.

"Although Hongtai's people were at fault first, Chen Mo did go a bit too far!"

In my opinion, we should just pay for the medicine, host a celebratory feast, and let the matter drop.

It must be said that Deng Fei was indeed very good at mediating between the two sides, managing to avoid offending either side.

"Alright, then I'll give Uncle Deng some face." Chen Mei suppressed her anger and frowned, saying, "One million, you can pay one million for the medicine and we'll call it even!"

Chen Mo slammed his hand on the table: "You're dreaming! You're asshole! A million could buy your life!"

"What did you say? Do you want to die? Don't think I'm afraid of you just because you're from Hung Hing!"

Little Tyrant slammed his hand on the table and stood up, ready to charge at Chen Mo.

Pipimei grabbed Xiaobawang tightly, his face twitching.

It has been many years since anyone has called him that to his face.

"Very good, the people of Hung Hing are quite good! Thirteen Sister, I don't need this million for the medicine."

"Now, either Chen Mo kowtows and admits his mistake, or we'll fight!"

Thirteen Sister frowned and said coldly, "Uncle Mei, since you put it that way, let's follow the rules of the martial world and choose a branch to fight against my Portland Street!"

Although Chen Mo's words were excessive, he could admit his mistake and kowtow, which would make up for it.

Chen Mei is deliberately humiliating Chen Mo.

Moreover, Thirteen Sister noticed that Chen Mo's attitude was a bit off.

As Hongtai's henchman, Little Tyrant had many underlings, but he didn't have much territory.

If it weren't for the fact that he was barely able to support his underlings in his current territory, he wouldn't have considered switching sides to Dongxing.

Now that he had the opportunity to break into Portland Street, he stepped forward without hesitation.

"No need to choose, I, Little Tyrant, will take this! I can't beat the entire Hung Hing, but I don't even consider Portland Street a threat."

Little Tyrant took the initiative to handle the matter, and Piyanmei didn't say anything more. He simply stood up with a straight face and left.

Wei Jixiang immediately followed.

He's feeling very anxious right now.

Although he hasn't been very active in recent years, it doesn't mean he doesn't care about the club's affairs.

He knew all too well what Hung Tai's strength was; if he were to fight Hung Hing, it would be like throwing an egg against a rock.

Although this fight was only against a gang on Portland Street, Little Tyrant was just a Red Pole from Hung Tai.

Little Tyrant earns his meager living by fighting for others and collecting debts. It's already difficult enough to support his henchmen, let alone have the money to fight on Portland Street!