Global Film Emperor

Chapter 205 "The Boss" (The End)
Shunyi Shengtangkou.

Jia Helong returned from Uncle Cai's birthday banquet and sat in the armchair where Fourth Uncle often sat. He took out a cigarette, and Ah Er lit it for him. He tilted his head back, looked at the light bulb on the ceiling, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

The door was pushed open, and the current leader of the Shunyi Sheng Gang, Master Kong, walked in, looking at Jia Helong with hatred in his eyes, wishing he could skin Jia Helong alive, tear him apart, eat his flesh, and drink his blood.

From the moment Jia Helong recognized Uncle Cai as his godfather, Master Kong had already sorted out all the conflicts. Everyone in the Shunyi Shenghe Chaozhou gang had become Jia Helong's pawns. What angered Master Kong was that he had actually been used as a pawn by the gang's underlings, but now, it was all too late.

Jia Helong picked at his nails, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and gave Master Kong a cold glance, then looked at Ah Er. He seemed to be dissatisfied with Ah Er, but in reality, he was mocking Master Kong.

"Ah Er, what are you standing there for? Can't you see Master Kong is here? Hurry up and bring him a stool!"

"I understand, Brother Long."

"No need. I won't sit with someone who betrays their own side. I truly regret not throwing you, you ingrate, into the sea to drown! You killed my uncle! You killed my elder brother! You even killed your own family! You colluded with outsiders, deceived your gang members into fighting the Chaozhou gang, weakening the gang's strength so you could take over, is that it!"

Master Kong still possessed the same chivalrous spirit he once had. Dressed in a white Tang suit, he stood with his hands behind his back and angrily berated Jia Helong. He felt that the presence of such a person within Shunyi Sheng was a disgrace to the company.

"Master Kong, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. I am a loyal and righteous man, and I am also a victim. I was slashed three times, each cut deep into the bone. Is that a lie? I paid for my brothers' medical treatment. That's real money. Who said I killed my uncle? Who said I killed my elder brother? Did you see that?"

"you!"

"Ah Er, let Master Kong sit down."

Ah Er took a small stool from the back room and placed it at the door. He smiled at Master Kong and waved his hand, saying, "Master Kong, please."

Master Kong's face turned red with anger, his finger trembling as he pointed at Jia Helong. When they met eyes, he could see that Jia Helong no longer concealed his desire; he wanted to rise to power! He wanted to be the leader!
"Please sit down, Master Kong. This is your hall, and if you feel embarrassed to sit here, then I, as the hall master, also feel embarrassed to sit here."

"From today onwards, you are the leader of Shunyi Sheng. You are powerful, and you have recognized Sun Maocai as your father. I can't compare!"

"What about the token? What about the handwritten letter? Empty words are no proof, and my underlings won't believe me. I still need to hold an incense ceremony and invite Uncle to a gathering. Without any of these, who will believe me if I say I'm the gang leader?"

"You've killed all the elders of the club! How can we continue as a club now! I'll give you the token! I'll give you the handwritten letter too! Is that alright?"

The jade pendant, the symbol of the leader of Shunyi Sheng, was handed to Jia Helong. He then picked up the brush on the table and began to write the letter of succession. After finishing, he threw down the brush, stamped it with his personal seal, glared at Jia Helong, and was about to leave.

Jia Helong didn't stop him, but played with the jade pendant for a while before putting it around his neck. He picked up the letter and glanced at it. The ink on it was still wet. Jia Helong gently blew on the letter. Several groans of pain came from the doorway. Master Kong was clutching the rope around his neck and kicking his legs desperately. In the end, the room remained quiet.

The letter dried in the wind, so he folded it up, put it in an envelope, stood up, glanced at the unseeing eyes of Master Kong, chuckled, threw the cigarette butt into Master Kong's still-open mouth, and left the hall.

Ba Tou and A Er then loaded the bodies of Master Kong and Second Uncle onto the vehicle and buried them in a desolate place. Yes, Shunyi Sheng now has no elders left; they've all died.

Jia Helong sat on the throne of Shunyi Sheng, and no one dared to question him. Those who questioned him were either dead or imprisoned. What was most terrifying was that Jia Helong also had a reputation for loyalty and righteousness. What he had done was deliberately or unintentionally buried by people.

"Godfather, this is the water bill for this month."

Jia Helong placed a thick stack of money on the table and looked at Uncle Cai respectfully. In this world, what is the difference between black and white? It's all black, it's just that some people are not obviously black.

Jia Helong needed Uncle Cai's strength. With such a godfather, even if Shunyi Sheng's strength was greatly reduced, no one would dare to covet Shunyi Sheng.

Jia Helong needs time to restore Shunyi Sheng's strength, so he needs to survive under Uncle Cai's protection.

"Well, let's go."

Uncle Cai waved his hand, and Jia Helong nodded and turned to leave. What father-son relationship did the two have? Jia Helong was the kind of guy who would dare to draw a kitchen knife with his own father, and Uncle Cai was just using Jia Helong as a tool to make money.

Eighty-two points, Uncle Cai is even more corrupt than Uncle Qi.

Although the gang has Uncle Cai's protection, it is still bullied by other gangs. Jia Helong can't go to Uncle Cai to complain like a bullied child, because then Uncle Cai won't listen to him.

The Chaozhou gang was the most ruthless bully of Shunyi Sheng. The two sides had a long-standing feud, and now that Shunyi Sheng was in trouble, although they didn't dare to completely destroy Shunyi Sheng, they still dared to kick it while it was down.

They started robbing the prostitutes in Shunyi Sheng brothel, squeezing the business of Shunyi Sheng opium den, and hiring people to expose the dealer's cheating in Shunyi Sheng gambling den. In short, Jia Helong is now in a terrible predicament.

So Jia Helong told A'er to keep some drugs, keep the smuggled women around, and let the young and beautiful women take drugs. Once they were addicted, they would be released to serve customers. After A'er and Ba Tou did this, he sat in the back room of the gambling den and thought about it.

Upon hearing someone shout that the police were checking people, Jia Helong raised an eyebrow, got up and went outside. When he saw an acquaintance, he walked over with a happy smile.

"Brother Liang, why are you checking license plates here?"

What about the water supply this month?

"Yes, of course! Brother Liang, come in with me and tell the guests to have fun."

In Jia Helong's memory, Wen Liang was a student who had just graduated from the police academy, but now he had developed a greedy addiction, and he was even going after his own people's shops. He might even be asking for more from outsiders. After thinking about it, he glanced at the calm Wen Liang and led him to the back room.

"I've already given Uncle Cai his share of the money this month, Brother Liang, how much do you want?"

"Twenty thousand."

In the 1950s, the normal income was no more than 300 yuan, and the income of police officers and other civil servants was no more than 500 yuan. Although gangsters made money quickly, after handing over 80% to Uncle Cai and giving Wen Liang another 20,000 yuan, how much money could he still make?
But Jia Helong did not hesitate. He nodded, took out 20,000 from the box behind him, and put it into Wen Liang's hat. After Wen Liang put on his hat, Jia Helong invited him to dinner and served him a feast of fish and meat.

Only after Wen Liang left did Jia Helong's murderous intent become clear. He wanted to spend his money, but he knew it was too early to say.

From then on, although Shunyi Sheng's income was not low, after layers of exploitation, he could not get much. Until he found a new channel for heroin, directly purchasing from Jin Sanjiao. Although the negotiation process was dangerous, Jia Helong eventually negotiated a deal.

He began to recruit his underlings from Guangdong again, leading them to fight and kill, and occupying a small area in the Kowloon Walled City, a no-man's-land.

Then, a letter disrupted the ongoing development of Shunyi Sheng, and the leader of Heyi Sheng died of illness! The hall masters began to compete for the position of leader. The Nine Dragons Hall Master of Heyi Sheng, who was relatively close to Shunyi Sheng, was now short of people. In other words, Jia Helong could become a disciple of Heyi Sheng.

Is it worth going from being a gang leader to a disciple? Of course, after all, it's one of the four major gangs in Hong Kong. In terms of strength and status, it's much stronger than Shun Yi Sheng. Besides, a disciple isn't a lackey, but an insider in the gang, not a small-time thug who goes out to fight.

After several days of deliberation, Jia Helong decided to become a disciple of Chang Le, the leader of the Jiulong Hall of Heyisheng. Meanwhile, the Shunyisheng gang collectively joined Heyisheng and became part of it. From then on, the Shunyisheng gang ceased to exist.

At the incense hall of the Nine Dragons Hall, Jia Helong knelt before Guan Yu, kowtowed to him, offered incense, drank chicken blood wine, swore a solemn oath, and became a disciple of the forty-five-year-old Chang Le, thus becoming Chang Le's confidant.

Meanwhile, the original territory of Shunyi Sheng was still controlled by Jia Helong. With the name of Heyi Sheng, the underlings from Guangdong flocked to him, which greatly increased Jia Helong's strength. However, after being exploited by Uncle Cai, Wen Liang, and Chang Le, Jia Helong really had no money to give to his underlings. Therefore, Jia Helong decided to launch a counterattack and take over more territory from other gangs.

After discussing with Uncle Cai, Uncle Cai tacitly approved Jia Helong's actions, but stipulated that the gangs under the protection of other detectives could not be touched, a point that Jia Helong naturally understood.

The first to strike was naturally the Chaozhou gang. First, the Chaozhou gang leader Hei Pi and his family were buried alive by Jia Helong. With Uncle Cai's overt sweeping of the gang's territory, Jia Helong quickly swallowed up most of the Chaozhou gang's territory. Then, the war that lasted for more than a year began on this day.

Hong Kong people are used to daily gang fights, especially in Kowloon Walled City, a lawless place. Even when ordinary people go out, they can see three or five of Jia Helong's henchmen chasing and slashing others until they are knocked to the ground before calmly leaving.

With Jia Helong's help, Chang Le obtained goods at a lower price, made more money, and began to compete head-on with other hall masters. The struggle for the leadership of Yi Sheng began from this moment.

"Along."

"Master, what is it?"

"Go and kill that bastard A-Fei who died young."

"it is good."

Without hesitation, Jia Helong got into the car and took Ah Er and Ba Tou to Wan Chai to try his luck with the Wan Chai branch's top members. It's worth mentioning that Jia Helong was a top member of the Kowloon branch.

Jia Helong saw Afei chatting happily with a pretty saleswoman in a convenience store. He took A'er and the other two into the store. He pulled out a knife from his waistband and was about to strike when the saleswoman's scream gave him away.

Ah Fei decisively fled, and the three chased after him. They then immediately turned around and ran back. Behind them were hundreds of henchmen from the Wan Chai Tong gang, wielding steel pipes and cursing. They chased him all the way from the racecourse to the Indian temple. Only then did Jia Helong and his two companions escape the pursuit. They lay on the ground, too exhausted to get up.

Killing a fellow disciple is a major taboo. If Chang Le hadn't become rich and bribed the elders, he wouldn't have dared to do it. But success is one thing, failure is another. Jia Helong would become a sinner. After being stabbed three times and stabbed six times, he would have to cut off three of A Fei's fingers as an apology. After a simple hemostasis treatment, he would be hung up to dry for three days. If he died, he died; if he survived, that was the end of it.

It was also because Jia Helong was tough that he survived being tanned like a salted fish. Instead, he met the second woman who touched his heart. She had secretly fed him water. She was the fourth daughter of Master Su. Perhaps he was so dazed from the sun that he was hallucinating. At that time, this woman named Chen Yuerong was even more beautiful than his mother, a fairy. She told Jia Helong directly.

He wanted to sleep with this girl.

Chang Le was very disappointed with his performance, which turned Jia Helong from a popular figure into a cripple. Although the three cuts and six holes did not leave any physical scars, his broken fingers were real. During Jia Helong's hospitalization, not a single person came to visit him.

Two tendons are missing from the left and one from the right. He can't even hold chopsticks properly now. As for Ah Er and Ba Tou, Ah Er had one Achilles tendon severed, and Ba Tou lost an eye and had four toes severed by a large saw, cut off one by one.

As the three of them emerged from the hospital, a dark cloud obscured the sun. Their expressions were somber, and they got into the car without uttering a word.

When they returned to the gang, the three of them were still laughing and joking. Now they had nothing to do all day but run the place and count their money. They lived a carefree life. Jia Helong even took the initiative to seduce Chen Yuerong, a girl who was only sixteen years old. Then one night, his dream came true and he actually slept with the girl.

Just like the well-known stories of women falling for men, Chen Yuerong secretly broke the taboo by feeding Jia Helong water, simply because she thought Jia Helong was handsome and manly at first glance, and then she fell in love with him.

Although the relationship was opposed by Sixth Master, perhaps because he loved his daughter too much, he eventually agreed to the marriage. Jia Helong and Chen Yuerong got married in a coffin room in the walled city and lived there as husband and wife.

From then on, Jia Helong's life became uneventful. After two years of wasting time, Chen Yuerong gave birth to a son for him, named Jia Changwen, who is currently the eldest son in the family.

One day, when Jia Helong went to collect a debt, he encountered Wen Liang, who was being chased and attacked by gangsters. Jia Helong saved him and settled the matter for him.

It turns out that Wen Liang fell in love with the daughter of a drug addict and gambler. He was originally an upright young man, but he started to covet money because of this father-in-law, in order to pay off the gambler's gambling debts and then marry his daughter.

Later, the gambler lost all his money and ran away with a mountain of debt, leaving behind his wife and daughter, who both became prostitutes to pay off his high-interest loans.

Wen Liang's mission was to find the girl, but he ended up in a room with a client. He caused a scene and got slashed. It sounds dramatic, but in Hong Kong at that time, there were countless examples like this. Jia Helong had done something similar before, so it wasn't surprising.

As for that gang, they're protected by another detective and aren't afraid of a small-time officer like Wen Liang. After they've killed him, they'll just find someone to take the blame and go to jail.

That night, Wen Liang drank a lot of alcohol at Jia Helong's house and started acting crazy, crying and howling so loudly that the neighbors could hear him. However, because Jia Helong was a member of the underworld, no one dared to cause trouble.

"Brother Liang, don't cry, you're a grown man. Go and bring her back."

"How am I supposed to bring her back? All the money I collected went to pay off gambling debts! Now the loan shark interest rates are so high that I could work my whole life and still not be able to pay them back! How am I supposed to bring her back?"

Jia Helong stubbed out his cigarette, got up to make a phone call, put on his clothes, and said something to Chen Yurong.

"You stay at home and take good care of Awen. I'll be back in a bit."

As the daughter of a gangster boss, she didn't stop them, only telling Jia Helong to be careful. Then she let Jia Helong drag Wen Liang downstairs. Downstairs, more than two hundred henchmen were ready with their weapons. Such a big scene, just to rob a prostitute from a brothel.

"Lian Yu'an's pockmarks."

Ah Er nodded and limped into the brothel with his henchmen. Inside, women screamed, and clients ran out of the rooms naked. Then Ah Er came out carrying a man with a head full of blood and a woman who was delirious and naked.

"It's yours now, do whatever you want with it."

Jia Helong stuffed the half-smoked cigarette into Wen Liang's mouth, patted him on the back, and turned to leave.

The woman was dead after all. Perhaps the only reason she was able to live was because Wenliang hadn't seen her like this. Now that Wenliang had seen her, she had lost the last thing that kept her going. She had no face to live anymore.

The wind was strong that day. He hugged a monument and cried loudly. Then he drank a lot of wine with Jia Helong. He said that this was the biggest regret of his life and the most painful thing for him. He wanted to become a big shot, the kind of big shot that would scare people to death just by hearing his name.

Jia Helong, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, chuckled and made a joke.

"Let me help you."

The two swore an oath of brotherhood in front of Guan Yu that day, becoming sworn brothers. When Wen Liang woke up the next day, there was a lot of money and a note by his bedside.

"If you want to be a big shot, how can you be a junior police officer for several years? Go buy your way into becoming a police officer."

Looking at all that money, Wen Liang picked up a stack of bills, looked at them, threw them aside, rubbed his head, leaned back and lay back down on the bed, his face full of hesitation. Finally, he gritted his teeth, got up, put the money in his bag, and left the room.

The power struggle between Wo Yee Shing and the leader of the triad was far from over. The original leader of the Yau Tsim Mong triad had taken the top position, but was assassinated. The mastermind behind it was found to be the Tuen Mun triad leader, and in the end, the Tuen Mun triad leader paid with his life.

Chang Le, having taken over the goods network brought by Jia Helong, became the most formidable competitor to the current leader. As a result, he was shot three times in the bustling downtown area at night. Fortunately, he did not die, but his spine was broken, leaving him paralyzed from the waist down.

Chang Le was subsequently eliminated, which further enraged the elders. Everyone wanted to be the leader, which was understandable, but with everyone playing like this, even He Yisheng could be ruined.

Moreover, the person who crippled Chang Le has not yet been found, and even after using all of He Yisheng's connections, they have still come up empty-handed.

However, a new problem has arisen: the positions of the leaders of the three branches in Tuen Mun, Yau Tsim Mong, and Kowloon are temporarily vacant, which means that the underlings can also compete for the position of leader.

Now, Jia Helong's opportunity has arrived. He has been a member of Heyisheng for quite some time now. Although he had a history of attempting to kill a fellow member, his contributions to the gang over the years are undeniable.

Actually, it was Sixth Master who was secretly helping out. After all, his daughter was doing very well with Jia Helong, and he gradually let go of his dissatisfaction with Jia Helong and began to pave the way for his son-in-law's future.

Jia Helong's influence in Kowloon should not be underestimated. After all, Jia Helong is currently the biggest noodle seller in Kowloon. Previously, his credit was attributed to Chang Le, but now that Chang Le has stepped down, his advantage has become apparent.

He began frequently traveling to the Golden Triangle, establishing a trading company that specialized in sailing to the Golden Triangle area to pick up goods, further reducing costs, and also purchasing firearms to bring back to Hong Kong.

When fellow disciples who were vying for the position of hall master came to cause trouble, Jia Helong ignored them on the surface, as if he didn't care at all, as if he had no intention of competing at all, and was only focused on making money.

At this time, Wen Liang approached Jia Helong, saying that he had the opportunity to run for the position of detective, but it required a large sum of money and he needed Jia Helong's help, but Jia Helong refused.

Because he now gives 80% of his income to Uncle Cai, the money he used to buy him an official position is all gone. Uncle Cai has already made several million from Jia Helong in the past few years, but his role for Jia Helong is getting smaller and smaller now, after all, he is the weakest of the four detectives.

Wen Liang understood Jia Helong's meaning, hung up the phone, and Jia Helong raised an eyebrow, smiled, and turned to go back to his bedroom to sleep.

The next morning, Jia Helong took out the newspaper and discovered that Uncle Cai had passed away at 10:13 pm the previous night due to a sudden heart attack, at the age of 63.

Now that Uncle Cai is dead, Jia Helong has a lot of money available. He first gave the money from the Macau gangsters to Wen Liang to help him win the election. At the same time, he used his own efforts, with the help of Sixth Master, to bribe other elders. With their tacit approval, he launched an attack on the contenders for the position of hall master and seized a lot of their territory.

Meanwhile, through Wen Liang's matchmaking, he befriended figures in officialdom and provided Wen Liang with a large amount of funds, forming his resource background. Ultimately, Jia Helong ascended to the position of the head of the Kowloon Hall and became the de facto leader of Kowloon Walled City.

Although he became the head of the hall, it also meant that he lost his chance to compete for the top position. Jia Helong didn't care and began to invest funds in building a casino in Macau. It wasn't a gambling den, but a legitimate casino.

Ultimately, the Saigon Hall Master successfully rose to power and became the leader of the Hoi Yee Shing gang. During this time, Chen Yuerong also gave birth to a son and a daughter for Jia Helong.

Time passed by in life and business. In July 1960, at the age of only 32, Wen Liang was promoted to Chief Inspector and married the daughter of a high-ranking official.

Seven days later, Sixth Master died of a cerebral hemorrhage. This had nothing to do with Jia Helong; he simply drank himself to death.

After Sixth Master was buried, Jia Helong returned home, looked at the documents and materials spread out on the table, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

After waiting for six years, he finally got his chance. Looking at the severed fingers on his left and right hands, he clenched his fists and revealed an excited smile.

That night, the current leader of He Yisheng came out of the nightclub with a beautiful dancer. Five seconds after the driver started the car, everyone in the car was blown up into the sky.

Ah Er got off the car with a limp, pulled out a pistol, and went into the home of He Yisheng's second master. He opened fire on everyone he saw, killing 22 people, including his son, daughter, grandson, great-grandson, and nanny.

Ba Tou also opened fire as soon as he entered the house, but spared Ba Ye's life. He then used an iron rod to beat the old man, who was over sixty years old, until he died before driving away.

The old men who had followed Jia Helong for nearly ten years went mad and rushed into the homes of the elders and hall masters to carry out a bloodbath, sparing no one's family members, venting the anger that had been suppressed for several years.

Not to mention Ba Tou and A Er being crippled, the others were also implicated to varying degrees because of the failed attempt to kill A Fei, and they were all holding a grudge.

No sooner had they left after the murders than police cars arrived, cordoned off the area, and began cleaning up. Some of the henchmen, covered in blood, had just stepped outside when the police were already waiting outside, smoking. Once the henchmen finished, they would exchange greetings before carrying body bags into the house to collect the bodies.

Meanwhile, Jia Helong arrived in the suburbs. His underlings dug a pit and threw Afei's family into it. Jia Helong poured gasoline on the pit himself, which was difficult because he was missing fingers. His underlings wanted to help, but Jia Helong refused.

Afei and his family were all conscious, but their mouths were gagged and their hands and feet were bound, so they could only make muffled sounds. Jia Helong waited, and then cars drove up one after another, and one blood-covered person got out.

They stared at the person in the pit without any pity. Jia Helong lit a lighter, and the person in the pit clearly heard it, their moans growing louder. Jia Helong lit a cigarette and then threw the lighter into the pit.

Then there was a second pit, which contained the Chang Le family. Jia Helong didn't care about the dirt on the ground. He sat on the edge of the pit, his legs dangling in the air, gently swaying.

A henchman went down to remove the cloth from Chang Le's mouth, and Chang Le started cursing loudly. To be fair, he was quite spirited, but his wife and children didn't inherit his tough character and cried miserably.

"Untie my master's ropes too, Master. You asked me to kill Ah Fei, and now I've done it. He's burning over there. I forgot to tell you, Da Ya."

"Brother Long."

“Show that gun to my master. Master, does he look familiar? Hahahaha, give me the shovel.”

Jia Helong took the shovel, scooped up a shovelful of soil, and poured it directly onto Chang Le's face. Although he was paralyzed from the waist down, his will to survive was still quite strong. He tried to climb out of the pit, and Jia Helong didn't stop him. Just as he was about to climb out, Jia Helong shoveled another shovelful of soil down on him. Everyone worked together, and unity is strength. Working together, they filled the pit faster.

Soon, the pit turned into flat ground. Jia Helong jumped on it a few times before throwing the shovel to his underling and leaving in his car.

As the first rays of sunlight appeared in the morning, newsboys ran through the streets, shouting out today's headlines, but the newspapers did not record the more than two hundred lives lost.

In the morning, Jia Helong summoned the few remaining elders and hall masters. These surviving elders were all close to Jia Helong, while the hall masters were a bunch of unambitious fellows.

They remained silent, staring down at the table as if trying to bore a hole through it. Even when Jia Helong pushed the door open and entered, they didn't look up; the silence was eerily profound.

Ah Er distributed breakfast boxes to the elders and hall masters. They were clever enough to leave the main seat to Jia Helong. Jia Helong sat down, took off his suit, stretched his limbs, let out a soft hum, opened his breakfast box, picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's really good, quite delicious. Eat it while it's hot. Eleventh Master? Why don't you try some? Brother Chicken, you should eat some too, otherwise I wouldn't dare. This soup is very nourishing."

Everyone was silent, but they all picked up their chopsticks. The only sound in the room was the sound of mouths moving. Jia Helong looked up at everyone, chuckled, and swallowed his food.

"I said I want to be the boss, how about we vote by raising our hands? Let's see if you all agree, okay?"

Eleventh Master swallowed his food, raised his right hand, looked down at his breakfast, and said in a low voice, "I agree."

"I agree."

"Me too"

There were nine people left in total, and they all raised their hands. Jia Helong clapped his hands in satisfaction, lit a cigarette, leaned back in his chair, and his smiling expression sent chills down everyone's spine.

"Then I wish everyone great wealth during my time as the leader."

Everyone in the underworld knows what happened, but no one dares to make a move. In fact, at the beginning, the other three major gangs were eager to make a move. Right now, Yi Sheng is in a period of turmoil. If they don't go and seize the territory, they'll be losing a fortune!

But soon they received some warning calls, telling them to stay put if they didn't want to die. Although the warning scared many people, there were always some who were not afraid of death, such as a branch leader of Shenghe, whose whole family disappeared the next day. It wasn't until a month later that a fisherman pulled his wife out of the sea.

Jia Helong stabilized the gang very quickly because he had been keeping an eye on who could take over as the leader and had shared some of the money-making channels with everyone. He was still the same as always: if there was money, everyone should make it, just like when he was sixteen and stole grain from the neighboring village and shared it with the villagers.

His men were assigned to various hall masters, who didn't care. They knew that once Jia Helong's men became familiar with him, they would step down and become the new elders. As long as they behaved well, made money, and retired home, Jia Helong would spare their lives.

However, after becoming the leader, Jia Helong was treated coldly by Chen Yuerong. After all, many of these elders and hall masters had watched her grow up. She used to follow them around when she was a child. Now that they had all been killed by their own men, Chen Yuerong didn't know how to treat this man.

Jia Helong didn't care. Instead, he brought all three canaries he kept outside back home and they lived in the top-floor villa area of ​​Victoria Peak. His youngest concubine was only nineteen years old.

But becoming the leader of the Wo Yee Shing triad was not the end goal; he wanted to be the king of all of Hong Kong, and the other three triads were their biggest obstacle.

However, the biggest obstacle wasn't actually that great. After all, his sworn brother Wen Liang was the chief detective, and the gatherings he attended were organized by high-ranking officials. He also had a good relationship with those foreigners. After all, everyone has needs.

In less than a year, all three major gangs had given in and followed He Yisheng around, eating leftovers. Jia Helong didn't push them too hard, allowing them to live quite comfortably.

During that time, he was not immune to assassination attempts; in fact, it happened every few days. However, he was incredibly resilient. The most dangerous shot only hit him eight centimeters away from the left side of his heart, and a few days later he was back to his energetic self, completely unharmed.

From this point onward, the Jia family's more than ten-year rule over Hong Kong began.
That period was destined to be dark, but the absence of gang warfare brought happiness to ordinary people. They no longer had to pay protection money to several gangs and then make tributes to the government. They only had to pay one amount a month, even if that amount was equivalent to more than twice the amount they had paid before.

So the people still really like this big shot. At least he gave everyone the opportunity to make more money. Having a fuller wallet is more important than anything else. Moreover, safety can be guaranteed. They won't be bullied by gangsters for no reason. Young people can even take their girlfriends into the woods late at night. For young people, this is also a source of happiness.

In a large room, there were stacks of banknotes piled up like mountains. Many people were bent over counting the money. Jia Helong and Wen Liang stood to one side, looking at the amount of money they had collected this month with satisfaction, and raised their wine glasses to clink.

"cheers."

March, 1978.

An old Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the hotel. A pair of black leather shoes stepped out of the car. Jia Helong, who was 51 years old, got out of the car. His hair was neatly combed and he was a little fat, but the black suit he wore made him look particularly imposing.

The moment Jia Helong stepped out of the car, Jia Changwei stared wide-eyed. Although Lu Ze's appearance didn't resemble Jia Helong's—in fact, he was far more handsome—it was precisely this aura, and those eyes that made one's legs tremble, that were strikingly similar to Jia Helong's. Uncle Ya, who had been sitting quietly in his chair, instantly sat up straight upon seeing Lu Ze as Jia Helong. The movie truly gave one a sense of time travel, especially when it depicted your own story.

Uncle Ya burst into tears. None of the supporting actors in the movie resembled his old buddies, but Lu Ze was the only one who looked so much like him. It wasn't about appearance, but about temperament; he was just too similar.

"Uncle Ya... him."

Jia Changwei looked at Uncle Ya, unsure of what to say, but Uncle Ya was so excited he was on the verge of collapse, wiping away tears with a handkerchief and nodding repeatedly.

"So lifelike"

Not only the two of them, but everyone who had ever seen Jia Helong in person stared in disbelief at the big screen. His eyes, his tiger-like mouth, and his calm yet fierce aura—every gesture and movement carried the same temperament that Jia Helong had back then.

When everyone feels that you have brought the character to life, then your performance in the role is 100% complete. Looking at the expressions of everyone in the audience, Lu Ze was quite pleased. He felt that his trip to the premiere today was worthwhile.

After Jia Helong got out of the car, he straightened his black tie. Ba Tou held an umbrella for him. Behind him were six Mercedes-Benz cars, and eighteen burly men got out and followed Jia Helong.

Today is the wedding day of his eldest son. The bride's family are high-ranking officials in Hong Kong. This marriage was arranged by Jia Helong and the bride's father.

"Master Jia."

"Master Jia, congratulations on this auspicious day! May your son and Miss Gao have a son soon!"

Some people say nothing but a greeting, while others talk nonstop like machine guns. Jia Helong didn't show any impatience. He raised his glass, thanked everyone, and took a sip of wine. All of them raised their glasses and drank it down in one gulp. This was the kind of person Jia Helong had become.

His son's wedding is no longer the most important thing to him, because his three casinos in Macau have been vandalized, his longtime brother has been shot and killed, and his business in Macau has become a mess.

He knew who did it because the person's influence in Macau was no less than his own; they were a very influential figure. His conflict with Jia Helong was simply because Jia Helong had overstepped his bounds.

He went to Macau yesterday to negotiate, but the talks broke down and there was no more room for negotiation. Jia Helong was mentally prepared; this was definitely going to be a tough battle.

The wedding proceeded as planned, but the son wasn't actually very happy. He had a girlfriend before, but his father's insistence forced him to accept reality. Similarly, the woman wasn't very willing either, but she didn't show it. Born into a family with a weaker social standing, she didn't dare to show even a hint of reluctance.

After finishing his son's banquet and chatting with various dignitaries, he drank quite a bit of wine. When he returned home, he lay down on his fourth wife's bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When they woke up and sat at the dining table, the four concubines were preparing breakfast for their children, while Ah Er and Ba Tou also started eating with their knives and forks.

He asked his fourth wife to wake the children, but none of them answered. So he got up and went to wake his children himself, only to find that his daughter was using drugs.

This enraged him, and everyone was terrified, including his favorite youngest daughter, A-Ping. After venting his anger at home, he went outside and encountered his favorite second son, A-Hao. The moment he saw him, his stern face softened.

"Ah Hao, where did you go last night?"

Ah Hao was staying at home, since he wasn't married yet. But now, various dance halls were becoming popular in Hong Kong, and Jia Helong had opened several. This new thing naturally attracted Ah Hao, so he went there. Jia Helong actually knew this too.

"I"

Did you sleep last night?

"Father, go to sleep."

“Then go to school. Don’t just stay at home playing all day. Ba Tou, take Ah Hao to his French teacher. After you’re done with Ah Hao, go do what I just told you to do.”

This is the biased side of Jia Helong. In his eyes, it's more important for Ahao to go to school than to solve his daughter's drug problem. Ba Tou naturally understands this and leaves with Ahao.

He got into a car driven by one of his underlings, intending to check the accounts for the month, until Wen Liang called.

"Hello? What's up, Ah Liang?"

“Brother Long, a new anti-corruption department is going to be set up in Hong Kong soon. This is a serious matter. You should keep a low profile. I know you had a conflict with people in Macau, but if you keep making a scene, even if I order someone to help you resolve it, no one will dare to do it.”

Jia Helong had actually heard about it from others yesterday, but he hadn't paid much attention to it. But now that Wen Liang was saying this, things must be getting serious.

After thinking for a while, he decided to follow Wen Liang's advice and put the matter aside for now. If things got too tense, he would just let it go.

"Okay, I understand. Is there anything you need to be careful about on your end?"

"I went to resolve this matter yesterday, and I don't think there will be any problems. I just missed Awen's wedding, which I'm really sorry about."

“We’re brothers, no need for such formalities.”

After chatting for a while, Jia Helong hung up the phone, but the next second, another call came in.

"Hello? What's up?"

"Brother Long, Ah Hao, and Brother Ba Tou have been shot! They've already died! They were on xxx Road."

Jia Helong's mind went blank for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses. He patted his younger brother on the shoulder and told him to hurry over. As the car sped up, he arrived at the scene in just fifteen minutes and saw the dilapidated car and two ragged people.

Ba Tou had been loyal to him for nearly twenty years. Even if Jia Helong was ruthless, he wouldn't be so ruthless towards Ba Tou. Meanwhile, his beloved son's head had been smashed, even though they had only just separated and he had spoken to him.

"Bah!!"

If we're talking about who has the deepest bond with Ba Tou, it's definitely A Er. After all, they're brothers who spend every day together, and their children are either betrothed or sworn siblings. Now that he's been beaten to a pulp, how can A Er accept that?

"Ah Er! Ah Er! Something's wrong, let's go home!"

Jia Helong sensed something was wrong and told his underlings to drive him home quickly, but it was too late.

What does it feel like to have your entire family wiped out? In his life, he had wiped out many people's entire families, but when it came to his own, the feeling was truly... indescribable.

Blood was everywhere. His most beloved youngest daughter lay on the ground, still clutching the doll he had given her. All four wives lay dead in pools of blood.

"Brother Long! I'm going to kill his whole family!! I'm going to Macau right now, and I'm going to twist his daughter's head off right in front of him!"

"Ah Er".

"I'm going right now. I'm going right now. Get out of my way! Don't fucking stop me!"

"Ah Er!"

"I'll chop him up and feed him to the dogs! I'll never let him get away with this!"

"Snapped!"

A hard slap landed on Ah Er's face, but only four fingers were left. Jia Helong knew what the other side meant. He had also received the news, and the purpose was to make Jia Helong fight him now so that the anti-corruption department in Hong Kong would deal with Jia Helong. This move, taking advantage of the situation, was a killing move.

Ah Er is very handsome, really very handsome. He has shoulder-length hair and his appearance is actually a bit effeminate. He looks a lot like that artist named Guo Rong who is very popular recently. He is such a handsome guy, but now he has gone crazy and is rolling on the ground. He has really gone mad.

His brother, his respected sister-in-law, the children of his older brother who he had watched grow up and who always doted on him—all of them were gone. He simply couldn't accept it.

“Tell him we’re not going to fight, we’re giving him the casino.”

"Brother Long!!!"

"Do as I say!"

He yelled at Ah Er, then picked up the phone and called his son, Ah Wen, to make sure Ah Wen was still alive; it was only his first day of marriage.

"Hello? Dad, what's up calling so early?"

Hearing Awen's voice, Jia Helong breathed a sigh of relief; at least he still had a son alive.

"Ah Wen, take Ah Juan home right now, immediately, don't worry about anything else."

"Who are you? Ah!!! Ah Wen!!! Help me!!"

Who are you? Get out of my way!

"Bang bang."

There was silence on the other end of the phone. Jia Helong stood frozen for a long time, holding the receiver, before finally hanging up gently. He turned to look at A'er, who was sitting on the ground crying, his expression indifferent, though his forehead wrinkles were very deep.

"Ah Er, Ah Wen is dead too. Go prepare for the funeral."

On the day of Jia Helong's family burial, all members of He Yisheng were dressed in black suits with white flowers on their chests. Their figures were everywhere in Hong Kong, and vehicles with the word "He" on them patrolled the roads. When they saw unfamiliar vehicles, they forced them to stop and asked them to get out and check them.

"Master Jia, we caught them. We caught six people from the smugglers. They are Vietnamese."

"Lock them up for now, and we'll talk about it after they're buried."

Jia Helong looked at the master. When the auspicious time arrived, a total of fourteen coffins of various sizes were buried at the same time, and the members of the guild covered them with soil.

Looking around, he saw no outsiders present. They dared not, and Jia Helong knew this, so he didn't care.

After the ritual was completed, Jia Helong returned home, went down to the basement, and looked at the six people who had been beaten beyond recognition.

Putting on black disposable rubber gloves, he spat his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, then picked up the pliers and walked over to someone.

"Can you speak Cantonese? Or Mandarin is fine too, do you?"

The man didn't speak, but just gave a mocking laugh. However, Jia Helong didn't care. Having spent many years in the Golden Triangle, he spoke Vietnamese quite well and began to speak in Vietnamese.

"You probably think you're going to die anyway, so you won't say anything. I don't think you need to say anything. I just want you to experience pain!"

The pliers were shoved into the man's mouth, clamping his teeth. As he spoke, they forcefully snapped them open, causing a tooth to fall out and bleed profusely.

"I've always felt that killing is no big deal, and being killed is no different. You're an assassin, so you should be mentally prepared for that!"

"what!!!"

After another tooth was broken off, the man began to convulse, screaming in agony as he shook the iron chains on his arms, making a rattling sound.

“I used to believe in Jesus. I was a devout Catholic for a time, but I later found that I was only interested in how Jesus was crucified.”

Picking up several long steel nails from the torture table, Jia Helong was handed a hammer by his henchman. Instead of starting with the man's hand, Jia Helong began by nailing the nails into the man's knee, right between the bones!

"Pour water on him to wake him up."

He poured a bucket of cold water on him, but he didn't wake up. Having no other choice, he had to pull the nail out with pliers again. This time, accompanied by a wail, he woke up.

"I'm sorry, because you're so stubborn, I accidentally cut your tendon."

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

The man began to beg for mercy, crying and apologizing to Jia Helong. The pain made him repent for what he had done, and the other five men also began to apologize to Jia Helong.

"Don't beg for mercy, because you are all going to die anyway. And don't even think about me giving you a quick death. It's impossible. Play with me properly. Treat me like you would if you killed my whole family."

Jia Helong took off his gloves, beckoned to his underling, who lit him a cigarette. Jia Helong took a deep drag, blew smoke at the man, and glanced at his watch with a smile.

"We have plenty of time, let's take our time."

Then he inserted the burning cigarette into the hole he had just made with the nail.

The screams carried far and wide, growing increasingly horrific, but no one came to their rescue, and this was only the beginning.

He decided to take revenge, a complete revenge. Even if he didn't want this wealth and glory, Jia Helong would still take revenge, just like what he was experiencing now, and get back at them fiercely.

So he decided to hold a meeting to ask if anyone was willing to risk their lives with him. It was in a hotel he owned. He disliked the man standing in the lobby, after all, he was Ah Hao's best friend.

However, Jia Helong ignored him for the time being and went straight upstairs. He was satisfied with the nods of his brothers, but he still had one last son alive, and he couldn't let him die.

When this kid came to claim him, Jia Helong already knew that this child named Jia Changwei was his and Liang Yushu's child, but he just didn't acknowledge him back then. Now that all the other children are dead, he has become important.

He asked his underling, Daya, to take him to Australia. After listening to Jia Helong's words, A'er went downstairs and shot Jia Changhao's best friend. Then he sat back home, but at the door, he met Wen Liang, who had been waiting for him for a long time.

He led Wen Liang into the living room, poured himself a glass of wine, downed it in one gulp, and then turned to look at Wen Liang sitting on the sofa.

So you're planning to run away?

"Yes, this is a serious matter. If we don't run away, we might spend the rest of our lives in jail."

"Then you can go."

"Are you sure you don't want to leave?"

"Of course we'll leave, but not now."

Wen Liang nodded, stood up and hugged Jia Helong. In fact, Wen Liang knew that if Jia Helong didn't leave today, he probably wouldn't be able to leave. Jia Helong probably knew this too.

Take care.

He put on his hat and scarf, turned and left. He was going to the airport to meet his wife, and then fly to France to spend the rest of his life.

Jia Helong stared at his departing figure until it completely disappeared.

He took out a vinyl record, gently blew off the loose fibers, placed it on the record player, and played his favorite Tennessee O'Neill Ford song, "Sixteen Tons." As the music played, he poured himself another drink, held a lit cigarette between his fingers, and gently swayed his head to the beat of the drums.

At this moment, a long shot was taken, from close-up to wide-angle. The song, atmosphere, and impending events created a stark contrast and a strange sense of absurdity, which made the audience feel quite bewildered.

On April 2, 1979, Jia Helong and his group of seventeen people illegally crossed the border into Macau. Under the guidance of the remaining members of Macau's community organizations, they lived in a wooden house near the river.

Although it was simple, these old men in their forties and fifties were about to do something extraordinary, something that would likely be recorded in history.

Although they are infamous in history, they are happy as long as they are remembered by future generations. They don't care whether the fame is good or bad. Just thinking about it makes them unafraid of death.

They then disguised themselves, walked to the entrance of a casino, approached the security guard, pulled out a gun, and shot him in the head. They then threw a lit Molotov cocktail into the lobby, igniting a raging fire in the casino. The guests, terrified, fled in panic, but Jia Helong's men fired indiscriminately, killing anyone they could, whether security guard or tourist.

Meanwhile, Jia Helong led the others to the villa where his enemy lived. One of his underlings drove a car directly into the courtyard, causing the security guards to scream. Jia Helong and A'er then began shooting at the villa's security guards.

Jia Helong chose the most foolish method, which was to wantonly cause destruction in Macau. But he had no choice; he couldn't hold out for much longer. Once the anti-corruption department was established, he would be unable to continue fighting his enemies. This was the only thing he could do.

There weren't as many security guards as expected, only ten. After they were all dead, Jia Helong went into the house, only to find it empty. But Jia Helong's underlings were certain that his family was hiding there, so they set the house on fire, thinking that burning it would bring them out.

Just five minutes later, sure enough, a few people escaped from the basement. This family was small, only four people, and they were lying outside, breathing heavily.

Jia Helong strode over, stepped on the head of the man surnamed Feng, and smiled.

"Didn't expect I'd find you, did you?"

"You're insane!"

He never expected that Jia Helong would fight him to the death. Everyone said that Jia Helong was meticulous and cunning. He thought that the two of them would fight each other to the death. But Jia Helong did not play by the rules and came to him personally!

"Bang bang bang bang!"

He fired four shots into his wife's head, spraying blood and other substances onto the faces of the man and his children. The man was relatively unharmed, but the children screamed in terror.

"Do you like the gift I gave you? Also, I really hate the sound your little bastard makes, so... bang."

The girl's screams stopped. Jia Helong, with a neurotic smile, stomped on his daughter, leaving her blood on her body, and pointed his gun at the man.

"lick."

Stop dreaming.

"Bang bang bang."

These gunshots weren't fired by Jia Helong, but by the man's men who ran over. Blood gushed from Jia Helong's arm.

Ah Er had only managed a few counterattacks when he collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide open as he began to convulse.

Jia Helong quickly grabbed the man as a hostage, smiled at everyone, and then leaned close to the man's ear and whispered something.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't find your other women and children, so I can't let them go with you. Please come with me."

Another car rushed into the yard. Jia Helong got into the car with the men, waved to the group, and drove away.

They drove all the way to the sea, where Jia Helong boarded a speedboat, shot the man in the face, kicked him into the sea, and left Macau. Of the sixteen brothers who came with him, fifteen died there.

They had done all sorts of wicked things in this life, and dying a violent death in the streets was just retribution. They were mentally prepared for it. They had killed so many people in this life, so it was actually a gain. They just hoped to be reincarnated as pigs in their next life.

Jia Helong, on the other hand, illegally immigrated to Australia, where he bought a farm years ago and presumably lives out his remaining years there.

No matter how cunning he was, he couldn't have predicted when the illness would find him. Perhaps because he had lost everything, he began to drink heavily. One night, he suffered a sudden brain hemorrhage and was rushed to the hospital by Da Ya for emergency treatment.

He knew, however, that he was already failing. He had been as strong as an ox since childhood, rarely suffering from headaches or fevers. Now, with such a serious illness, judging from his physical weakness, he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Da Ya, bring Jia Changwei over here."

Da Ya, fighting back tears, brought the young man sitting in the hospital corridor in and sat him down next to Jia Helong. Jia Helong turned his head with difficulty and looked at his son, who looked most like him.

"What disease did your mother die from?"

"She had a difficult childbirth. After giving birth to me, her health deteriorated. Later, she caught a cold, and it was a cold winter that year, so she didn't make it through."

Ironically, Jia Helong never communicated with this son, nor did he even ask how the woman he had carried home to sleep with died.

"Oh, where is it buried?"

“I’ve brought you back to the village, the village where you two were born.”

"Okay, your mother still remembers what character you committed in your generation in the Jia family. Consider it something I owe her. Remember, don't go back to Hong Kong, at least not before the handover."

Can Hong Kong ever return to China?

"It definitely will. If it returns, you can go back and acknowledge that you are Jia Helong's son. You'll be set for life. But if it's still British territory, it's not safe to go back. Alright, I'm tired. You can go now."

Jia Changwei nodded and was led away by Da Ya. Jia Helong closed his eyes and fell asleep.

That evening, Jia Helong's condition suddenly worsened. He convulsed violently in bed, vomiting white foam and vomit that blocked his nostrils. He died before the doctors and nurses arrived.

Thus ended the life of this powerful figure, who lived from 1926 to 1979, at the age of 53.

The final scene of the movie depicts Hong Kong's return to the motherland, with the red flag flying over Hong Kong. Jia Changwei and Daya disembark from the plane and bury Jia Helong next to his four concubines.

The movie ends.

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(End of this chapter)