Siheyuan (courtyard house): My name is Shazhu!

On He Yuzhu's first day at work, Zhao Youcai came to report, "Mr. He, while you were away for a few days, Niu Niu has already issued us the license to establish the telecommunications company!"

What should we do next? Should we go straight to mobile phones or use and install a landline?

"What do you mean? I think landlines will still be useful for the next ten to fifteen years, especially in the first ten years, when many people couldn't afford the HK$30,000 annual price tag for a mobile phone."

"Let's get a landline first. Two thousand yuan isn't cheap here. We won't have mobile phones until 73, that's five years!"

"Have someone arrange it so that there's no need for manual transfer. You can make calls directly here, which is fast and safe. Starting in Central, I hope Sun Dewang can acquire another telecommunications company."

"Mr. He, scratch-off lottery tickets are incredibly popular among ordinary people here. The first batch of 100 million yuan was basically snapped up. I've already sent people to print the second batch, and some have already hit the market!"

"If we don't have it, we'll print it; on average, we won't lose out!"

"Mr. He, I have some business to attend to, it's about some drug lords and gangs!" Kuang Biao said.

"you say."

"Now that the economy is improving, there are many sellers of face powder. Currently, the main sellers are the Ma brothers, Wu Xihao, Jingyi, and the Shama Alliance."

He was the one who called the shots in Kowloon Walled City, or rather, in East and West Kowloon. His name was Wu Zhenkun.

Another one is named Chen Lekun. His family was known as the "Ye Family of Powder," but he's already dead. His family is still selling powder, with his sister as the main seller!

"These people are the big shots, and the rest are just people who eat with them, right?"

Don't you know I'm now sworn enemies with gambling and drugs? Tonight at nine o'clock, you're driving me around here, with a few of us on board. If we catch anyone, we'll interrogate them!

Regardless of whether they come from wealthy or privileged families, wouldn't it be better for them to use their money to benefit society? What else is there to say?

"Hung Hing, Wo Tak, and some other sub-gangs also have people selling drugs. Should we take them down?"

"I can tolerate gambling, but I won't tolerate drug lords. Today, starting in Central, if they run into me, they're out of luck!"

"I'll wait for you at Victoria Peak!"

That evening at home, I used my 'divine senses' to search Victoria Peak. It was a place inhabited by the wealthy and powerful; it was hard to guarantee what they were doing in private.

Without powder, we'll leave it for now. At nine o'clock, we'll get into the car driven by Kuang Biao and start searching from Central. He Yuzhu's 'divine sense' can reach 100 kilometers and has a usable weight of ten tons!

It's deadly to everyone; no drug lord or bodyguard can stop it. The underlings are all killed, but the bosses survive, and their wealth will be used to contribute to society!

As for their families, they've been living off their benefits and enjoying a life of luxury for long enough!

They should die!

Take all the property.

And yet, not a single chicken or dog was spared!

Especially that so-called Ma family, the five Ma brothers, let alone five, there would be five hundred of them!

Until 5 a.m., He Yuzhu and his accomplices spent eight hours arresting, burying, and seizing any useful property, including bankbooks, according to Kuang Biao's roster!

This money cannot be left as a dead account in the bank; we need to find it and see where it is needed!

These heartless bastards are really rich. Not counting their bank accounts, they have 400 million in cash and more than three tons of various goods.

Overnight, He Yuzhu dealt with more than 6,500 people who were selling drugs. He wouldn't reason with these people; if they weren't going to live properly, they would just die, and keeping them around would only cause more trouble!

Thirty-four people were captured in total, all of whom were top-ranking gang leaders. They were handed over to Kuang Biao for interrogation; not a single penny could be let go!

This incident is going to be very serious. Many people have died in nightclubs, bars, and hotels in full view of others, which has frightened many people.

Despite not having slept all night, He Yuzhu still went to work at the company with great energy.

"He Sheng, you've become a god. The incident last night was huge. Six or seven thousand people died in front of hundreds of thousands of people, and everyone thought it was a miracle!"

And this is a miracle specifically designed to provoke these scoundrels; this is no small matter, the people here have suffered under their oppression for far too long!

"How come I didn't know about becoming a god overnight? Well, that's good, let's see how many audacious people will continue to do this in the future."

The most despicable profession. We have been suffering for so many years, and yet people still go for it. They have no reason to do so; they are unforgivable!

We will not allow this industry to exist in Malaysia in the future, nor here. However, these people are still wealthy; it's all driven by profit.

This time, I'm telling them the price for doing this is the annihilation of their three races. If they're not afraid to die, come at me; I can still kill them for another sixty years!

"Sixty years is a good time; it's enough to make some people understand what they're doing?"

He Yuzhu has been deified this time, or maybe it's God himself. People here are even more superstitious. What happened last night was too big, and it happened in front of everyone!

No one can be found to have done it. Thousands of people have been wiped out, and dozens have disappeared into thin air. It is not something that can be done by human beings. People in the port city believe that it is the work of God, not by human beings!

Silently praising God's goodness, everyone from top to bottom believed that God had done a great deed this time, and did it anonymously!

The security situation in the port city improved significantly immediately. Even the gangs that didn't sell drugs were warning their underlings to behave themselves or risk being taken away by God.

Those guys who let people selling drugs into the places they were watching, hoping to make money themselves, were terrified. This was too horrible; the people around them were still drinking with them, and now they're gone!

It's gone forever!

Damn, this place is really weird. There's a Dongda Group acting like a big shot over here. It's better that they don't interfere much!

We don't touch Causeway Bay, but at least they leave Central and some lucrative areas behind. They also play by the rules, and we can admit defeat if we can't beat them!

This time, a god appeared and immediately launched a crackdown on drugs. God, you're not a policeman, you don't need to do things for them. We beg you, we're kneeling before you!

Regardless, this matter was very gratifying to the ordinary people of the port city, who were already very dissatisfied with the hunchback, let alone these even worse people.

"Mr. He, everyone has confessed. They have a lot of money in their overseas accounts, mostly in US dollars or Chinese dollars."

Part of this money is for emergencies, and part is for starting over. These people are worried that they are doing shady business and will be dealt with one day, so they left behind this money!

These 34 people have a total of 543 million US dollars. That's almost 3 billion in our currency—a bunch of pests!

These people are all dead. Should they go swimming in the ocean or be hung up as a warning to others?

"Hang it up, I'll take the person away. Hang it on the southeast branch at night, oh, that's Victoria Bay, it's lively there! I'll take the person away before I leave work, I don't need your help."

Have someone transfer this money to one of our own banks, and be careful while you're out there. You have too much money; you won't get a share this time.

"I understand. Mr. He, when are we going to Malaysia?"

"There's still some time. If you're free, you can go now. We can send one-quarter to one-third of our own people, and more in March next year. That place is more important; we can't afford to fail!"

"I'll go back and send some hot-blooded, restless brothers over there."

"Go to Malaysia and follow the commands of He Guang, Du Ming, and Song Lian. There are still nine months left; you must be patient!"

"Don't worry!"

After Kuang Biao left the office, He Yuzhu decided that selling 'pink' here was not an option!

Why not just enjoy every day? Wouldn't it be better to combine gunfights with massive fan engagement?

As long as they don't enter my territory, I don't care about the floods in other places!