Hong Kong variety show: Drawing lots to determine fate, sending a big shot to meet Jesus.

The 5,000 boxed meals were just a trial run; once things stabilize, at least 50,000 meals a day will be needed!

"No problem!" The chef reluctantly agreed, knowing that if he didn't, he would be in the hospital that night.

"Hua Di, go find Da Pu Hei and have him send over a truckload of chilled chicken and duck. Have all the men come over tomorrow!"

"Yes, Brother Yang!" Wah-di was full of energy and immediately drove to Tai Po District.

Today at the ancestral hall, Hua Di met Dongguan Zai, the leader of Da Pu Hei.

With Chen Yang's current reputation, getting a truckload of chilled poultry to be delivered would be no problem at all.

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"Taibao, which hospital is that bastard Sangbiao in?!"

Chen Yang pulled out a banknote and tossed it to Taibao: "Go buy a ripe watermelon and go see him!"

"Brother Yang, why do we need to buy watermelons?" Tai Bao scratched the back of his head.

"My fellow disciples were attacked by Hung Hing. I'm a kind-hearted person, so I have to go and offer my condolences!" Chen Yang said calmly, taking out a Marlboro and putting it in his mouth.

Longgen sent men to kill Sangbiao, intending to clean house.

The result was simply that Sang Biao was sent to the hospital; Chen Yang had to handle the aftermath.

Chen Yang hadn't forgotten that Sang Biao, that bastard, had made Sheng Fan cut him down.

Now, if you offer him watermelon, he'll be considered disrespectful if he refuses.

I'm a high-ranking official now. If you dare not give me face, I'll send you to meet Jesus.

Taibao skillfully took out a lighter: "He was discharged from the hospital today and is now recuperating at home. Shall we go see him now?"

When they arrived at Sang Biao's building, Tai Bao bought a watermelon.

The two went up and knocked on the door. It was Blind Hui, one of Sang Biao's henchmen, who opened it. He paused for a moment upon seeing Chen Yang, then respectfully greeted him, "Brother Yang!"

Chen Yang, being kind-hearted, pulled out a banknote and tossed it over: "Go downstairs and buy a pack of cigarettes!"

"Thank you, Brother Yang!" Blind Hui quickly thanked him, took the money, and went downstairs.

"Damn it, what are you doing here?" Sang Biao's head was wrapped in bandages, and his right arm was in a sling under his neck. He didn't give Chen Yang a friendly look when he saw him.

"I heard that Brother Sang Biao was injured by the Hung Hing gang. As fellow members, of course I had to come and see you!" Chen Yang said with a cigarette in his mouth and a light laugh.

Taibao placed the watermelon on the table in front of Sangbiao.

"Damn it! Are you trying to disgust me?" Sang Biao's face turned ugly, and the atmosphere in the room immediately became tense.

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"Sangbiao, this watermelon is imported from America by me, and I delivered it to you personally. Why aren't you eating it? Are you being disrespectful?"

"Handsome Yang, don't think you can ride roughshod over me just because you're a red pole. Just wait until I'm better, we'll see!" Sang Biao pointed at Chen Yang and cursed, his face contorted in pain.

A fierce glint flashed in Chen Yang's eyes, and he grabbed the shovel and smashed it hard on Sang Biao's head.

"Bang!"

The watermelon exploded instantly, scattering pieces everywhere. Tai-bao couldn't dodge in time and ended up covered in watermelon seeds.

"You damn handsome bastard Yang, I won't let you get away with this... Where are you? Where the hell are you?"

Sang Biao was dazed and confused by the blows, but he remained defiant.

Chen Yang rushed over and kicked Sang Biao five or six meters away.

He slammed his entire body against the wall, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and looked extremely pained, his face contorted in agony.

"Damn it, I offered you watermelon, and you threatened to call someone to chop me up? Is this how you treat a brother?"

"I love my brothers, and I love my mother!"

Chen Yang cursed and swore, making Tai Bao, who was standing to the side, turn pale. He thought to himself, "The boss won't beat me up too, will he?"

"Sang Biao, do you think I don't know you're paying savages to deal with me?"

"What, so what if you can fight? If you're so capable, then kill me. Let's see how you become a regional leader after that!"

Sang Biao endured the pain and glared fiercely at Chen Yang, cursing him.

The savage is dead, and there is no way to verify the facts.

If Chen Yang dares to kill him, outsiders will definitely think he's jealous of his fellow disciples, and he can forget about becoming a leader in Sham Shui Po in the future!

Walking up to Sang Biao, Chen Yang stomped hard on his head, his face full of contempt: "Sang Biao, before he died, Sheng Fan said you betrayed Guan Zisen!"

"What do you mean?" Sang Biao was dumbfounded.

He wanted to get rid of Guan Zisen, but he wanted to use Chen Yang's hand, not him directly.

"You idiot, did you think the guy who chopped you up was from Hung Hing?"

"Isn't that right?" Sang Biao blurted out instinctively.

"Longgen is old, and his men are useless!" Chen Yang scoffed.

Then he grabbed Sang Biao's hair and cursed viciously, "Sang Biao, you should have just obediently let Long Gen chop you to death. Why did you have to bother me to clean up the mess?"

"Handsome guy...Brother Yang, let's talk this out!" Sang Biao quickly begged for mercy.

If Long Gen wanted to clean house, then Chen Yang would not only be blameless in killing him, but would also be meritorious!

Sang Biao doesn't want to die!

"Did I fucking tell you to speak?" A fierce glint flashed across Chen Yang's face as he stomped on him again.

Sang Biao coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his entire being became weak and listless.

"Taibao, get a knife and chop this bastard up. Send his head to Longgen!"

"Me?" Tai Bao shuddered, but still walked into the kitchen and took out a cleaver for chopping thigh bones.

"What the hell are you waiting for? Send him to meet Jesus!"

Taibao felt his hair stand on end under Chen Yang's gaze. If he didn't obey orders, he would be another one of those going to see Jesus.

Tai Bao is timid and not good at fighting.

But that was when he was facing ruthless gangsters. Now, Sang Biao is just a dead dog, completely powerless to resist.

Taibao walked over, gritted his teeth, picked up a knife, and slashed it hard.

Sang Biao screamed in agony, his piercing cries echoing throughout the house, even scaring away stray dogs that were passing by.

"Brother Yang, Master Yang, it was my fault. Please spare my life! I have money; I'll pay you to save my life!"

"You're rich, why didn't you say so earlier!"

Chen Yang kicked Taibao aside, his face beaming with a smile: "Money talks, how much?"

"There's 100,000 in the safe under my bed..."

Before Sang Biao could speak, Chen Yang kicked him, yelling, "You worthless bastard, are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?!"

"Pfft!"

Sang Biao coughed up blood again, his whole body aching terribly, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Taibao, send him to see Jesus, and you'll get a share of the 100,000!"

Upon hearing that there would be money to be shared, Tai Bao's face lit up with joy, and his eyes were filled with excitement as he looked at Sang Biao. He immediately drew his knife and slashed at him.

"what!"

After leaving his last words, Sangbiao went to queue up to see Jesus!

"Not bad, ruthless enough, just like I was back in the day." Chen Yang patted Taibao on the shoulder and smiled with satisfaction.

Just then, Sang Biao's henchmen walked in, and Blind Hui was stunned by what he saw.

"Hey kid, come over here and clean the floor. Find an oil drum and some cement, mix them together and they'll sink."

"Ah!" Blind Hui stared at Chen Yang in disbelief.

You fucking killed my boss, and you expect me to defend him?

Is this something a human being should say?

But Blind Hui didn't dare to refuse, having already witnessed something he shouldn't have seen.

If you don't clean the floor properly, someone else will have to clean it for you later!

Chen Yang smashed open the funeral edict's safe, took out the banknotes inside, and threw a wad of cash at Tai Bao: "Take this to a foot massage!"

"Thank you, Brother Yang!" Tai Bao's smile was as bright as a sunflower.

Blind Hui stood to one side, tense and fearful, afraid that Chen Yang would kill him too.

"What's your name!"

"Blind Hui!"

There were many counterfeit cigarettes in the room. Chen Yang tentatively asked, "Are you selling counterfeit cigarettes?"

"Yes!" Blind Hui nodded.

"So it was you, you loser!" Chen Yang sighed softly.