HK Composite: Starting from Shenghe Leading

Chapter 560 Desperate
Sai Kung, New Territories.

A small fishing port.

Dozens of Xinji's younger brothers, armed with steel pipes, machetes, hammers and other cold weapons, surrounded the dozen people on the opposite side.

"If you know what's best for you, pack up your things and get out of here. Now that Xinji has taken a fancy to this place, it's Xinji's territory."

"Don't refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit. If you make a big fuss, you won't be able to bear it!"

The big-mouthed monkey kept waving the hammer in his hand, and the bloodstains on it were clearly visible.

"I'll attack your mother!"

"Don't think that Xinji can cover up everything. Why don't you go ask around in other places? Who doesn't know me, Saigon Dasha?"

The leader of the other side was a guy with a fat face, wearing a light yellow suit and a slicked back hair. He looked quite decent.

"From what you say, you don't intend to give face to our Xinji?"

"Why don't you look around? You're clearly surrounded, but you're still talking so tough?"

As the name suggests, the Big Mouth Monkey has a big mouth and looks skinny like a monkey.

This doesn't mean that he likes to talk everywhere, but he has a big mouth in the physical sense.

It is no exaggeration to say that his mouth can definitely be described as a complete abyss mouth!

Earlier, the monkey used to eat a McDonald's Double Big Mac in just one bite.

This shows how big his mouth is!

"Surrounded?"

"Are you kidding me? This is Saigon, and you want to surround me?"

Dasha taunted, then put two fingers in his mouth and whistled.

The big-mouthed monkey immediately looked around in doubt, but found that everything was the same as before and nothing had happened at all.

He subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and when he came to his senses, he was about to mock, but out of the corner of his eye he saw that the doors of the houses on both sides of the street were all open, and countless young men were rushing towards this side with shovels, pickaxes, sticks and other tools.

In just a blink of an eye, dozens of gangsters from Xinji were surrounded, leaving them no room to breathe.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you know we are new members? What are you going to do?"

The big-mouthed monkey was a little panicked, but still pretended to be calm and used the society behind him to intimidate everyone.

"Push to the street!"

"I told you a long time ago, what about Xinji?"

"I once ran for Saigon councillor! How can you fight me in Saigon?"

Dasha Ge lifted up his suit and struck a pose that he thought was extremely handsome, with arrogance written all over his face.

Just as the two groups were confronting each other, a young man who looked less than 20 years old ran over and shouted in panic: "Oh no, oh no, Xinji brought people into the village and forced my uncle to sign some agreement and put his fingerprints on it..."

"We can't hold on any longer, Brother Dasha, come and help us..."

When Dasha heard this, he immediately became furious. He rushed out of Xinji's encirclement with his brothers and ran towards the village.

In less than two minutes, the small fishing port, which had been in chaos, was left with only Big Mouth Monkey and dozens of his minions staring at each other in bewilderment.

"Boss, what should we do now?"

"Push to the street!"

"Didn't you hear that there are some club brothers here? Of course they are going to help!"

After thinking for a moment, the big-mouthed monkey picked up the hammer and chased in the direction where Dasha and the others left.

After the younger brothers realized what was happening, they followed closely behind.

Five minutes later, people from both sides confronted each other again at the entrance of the village.

Hundreds of gangsters from Xinji Shang completely blocked the entrance to the village. On the opposite side were the men in the village, holding all kinds of farm tools in their hands. The atmosphere seemed very tense, and there was a tendency for fighting to begin at the slightest disagreement.

"Uncle, what happened?"

Big silly brother supported his uncle and asked anxiously and puzzledly.

"These ungrateful wolves are simply not human!"

Uncle Gong's words are very fragrant, and his words are so strange and bizarre, and all kinds of genitals are flying around, which is dazzling.
Even Big Silly Brother, who had been in the underworld for a long time, couldn't help but feel ashamed when he heard these lewd words. After some comforting, the uncle finally got to the point.

"This group of people are colluding with the government and are trying to take back the power of the people in the New Territories!"

My great uncle, who is now 82 years old, leaned on a cane and shouted this sentence with all his strength.

In an instant, the world seemed to have come to a standstill, the concept of time seemed to have disappeared, and everyone seemed to have been acupunctured, standing in place with expressions of disbelief!
Especially the young men in the village, they looked as if the sky had fallen.

"These beasts! Fight them!"

I don’t know who was the first to react and shouted this slogan in great anger!
"Fight!"

"Fight!"

At this moment, the men in the village united as one, raised their fists and shouted to the sky!
Dingquan is their power and a tangible asset that can be passed down forever.

Now, the government has colluded with the New Territories to deprive them of their power. Naturally, the people of the New Territories will not give in!
"Brothers, there is no point in talking any more, just go ahead!"

Faced with this situation, the young men, who were already young, immediately became excited and rushed forward with pickaxes and shovels in their hands!
Pfft!

As the sharp pickaxe head hit the bodies of the New Kee gangsters, hot blood splashed on their faces. The situation immediately got out of control and both sides became a mess and fought each other!
"Damn it! How did things get like this? Didn't I tell you to keep a low profile?"

Lin Haoyu stood in the distance, watching the scene of blood splattering and shouting and screaming intertwined, and kicked his subordinate, knocking him to the ground.

"Didn't I tell you clearly that you should be polite before using force?"

"Talk to the old man about money first, and then take action if that doesn't work?"

Xiang Yan naturally did not want this matter to become known to everyone, so the middle-level leaders were determined to implement it.

Anyone with a brain would understand that they should not escalate the situation, but Lin Haoyu just happened to have such an unintelligent subordinate.

"Boss, I'm just following your orders!"

"But this old guy refused to listen to any advice or persuasion. Not only did he tell me to get out of here, he also kicked me in the ass when I turned around!"

"How could it be my butt that was kicked? Isn't it your face, Boss?"

"I……"

Before he could finish, Lin Haoyu stomped on his mouth.

In an instant, three teeth fell off due to the huge force and were swallowed into its stomach.

"Push to the street!"

"If your sister wasn't quite pretty, why would I let you do this?"

At this point, there is no other way but to use force to make the other party surrender and force them to sign the contract.

In this way, coupled with his identity as a member of the Lin family, he should still have room for maneuver and will not be completely blamed.

"Everyone listen, catch that old guy and make him sign the contract!" "Whoever can do this will be rewarded with 100,000 Hong Kong dollars!"

As soon as Lin Haoyu finished speaking, the morale of his younger brothers rose again, and they began to act without considering the consequences.

Under such circumstances, the young men in the village gradually lost the battle and were forced to retreat continuously.

"Brother Dasha, you go first, we will block it for you, go get some help!"

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, the younger brothers immediately made a judgment and escorted Big Sha Brother to run away.

In this situation, it is obvious that the government is colluding with the Xinji, so calling the police is definitely useless. Maybe they have been waiting for you to fall into their trap.

Running away becomes the best option.

Dasha Ge has been in the business for so long that he knows he can't act pretentiously at this time, so he just swings his legs and runs desperately towards the outside.

This scene not only happened here, but also in most of the walled villages in the New Territories.

Obviously, this was a premeditated unification operation by Xinji.

"catch him!"

"Let him sign the contract!"

Similar scenes are constantly happening at this moment.

That night, when Dasha returned to the village, all he saw was a mess and wounded soldiers wailing everywhere.

The 82-year-old uncle sat on a folding stool with a stern face, but he didn't look hurt.

“I have contacted the influential uncles in the New Territories. They will be there soon to tidy up the ancestral hall and we will meet there.”

My uncle didn't say much, but everyone could feel the determination he expressed.

The ancestral hall is only used for meetings when major situations occur.

Now, with the British Hong Kong government and the Sun Kee in collusion, it is clearly a matter of life and death for the company.

An hour later, all the prominent uncles from the New Territories arrived and gathered in the ancestral hall.

My uncle first burned incense to his ancestors before he spoke.

"I believe everyone has understood what happened today. The British Hong Kong government has finally decided to take action against the New Territories."

"Faced with the moment of life and death, we must never retreat!"

In recent years, the British Hong Kong government has never given up on taking back the rights of the New Territories and has been making small moves continuously.

It’s just that there was no complete showdown, nor were such drastic measures used.

Simply put, the struggle is always there, it just takes a different form.

"We all understand the truth, but now almost 90% of the walled villages have been forced to sign the contract, and many people, seeing that the situation is not good, directly choose to sell the Ding rights that have been passed down from generation to generation for a good price."

"The Sun Kee is easy to deal with, but what about the Hong Kong British government behind it?"

"We called the police so many times, but at most two or three police officers came out to deal with the matter perfunctorily."

"Moreover, public opinion has been suppressed. The New Territories have become like this, but there is still no news or even a single relevant comment..."

"It's true that we wanted to kill the thief, but in the end we were powerless..."

The uncles were talking at once, and although no one expressed their willingness to give up, everyone could feel the despair.

As the saying goes, the people do not fight against the officials.

How can the people fight against a powerful government?

What's more, there is Xinji, the troublemaker, involved.

"Well, I have contacted some promising fellow townsmen, including the editor-in-chief of a newspaper."

"It's true that relevant reports have been sent out, but there has been almost no response. Apart from people in the New Territories, people in other areas are gloating over this incident."

"After all, the rights of the New Territories are good for the people of the New Territories, but they may not be good for people in other areas."

As the saying goes, what is worrying is not the lack of rights but the inequality of rights. In the eyes of people in other areas of Hong Kong, why do only the New Territories have the right to marriage while other areas have nothing?
Hong Kong belongs to all Hong Kong people, not to people from the New Territories!
Under this kind of thinking, apart from a few Marist members, no one would support the New Territories indigenous people.

In fact, a large number of people support the actions of the British Hong Kong government.

Coupled with the high-pressure control of public opinion, the issue of Ding rights in the New Territories has resulted in no one caring about it except the natives of the New Territories.

"Are we just going to let Ding Quan give it to those ghost guys?"

"It was those foreigners who occupied our land. Are we just going to give up like this?"

Dasha, who was standing nearby, immediately expressed his opposition, his words full of resentment.

"Of course I won't give up, but do you have any better solution right now?"

"You can play with legal provisions and beat those foreigners? The so-called laws are made by them. How can we win?"

Dasha gritted his teeth, pulled out the black star from his waist and slammed it on the table, "At worst, we can just fight them!"

"Draw the death lot and kill the ghost!"

"I just don't believe that those ghosts are not afraid of death!"

My uncle sighed and said helplessly, "If it is a normal matter, drawing the death lot is indeed a solution."

"But those high-ranking foreigners must have security when they travel, and even their cars are bulletproof. It is impossible to do it with just one or two people."

"We are not professional killers. We can't save the situation with just our passion."

"Instead of sending those young men to die, we should think of other ways."

Dasha also fell silent, he understood that this was the fact.

How can one fight against the huge political machine with personal strength?
Killing some small characters is useless, and the big shots can't do anything about it. Even if they kill the Governor, London can send a new successor.

Simply killing people will not solve the current dilemma.

"I'd rather die than let those ghosts get away with it!"

Faced with Dasha’s tough attitude, the uncle didn’t say much. In fact, this is also what most people think.

Just when the atmosphere fell into silence, the young man standing guard at the door timidly said: "My dear uncles, Dasha brother, I have an idea, I wonder if it will work..."

"Come on, it's already this late, let's try our best to save the situation."

"My uncles all know that I am a gang leader. There are many brothers from the New Territories in the society. If it really doesn't work, why don't we ask Brother Hao for help?"

"If it's Brother Hao, maybe there's a way."

silence.

There was a suffocating silence.

My uncles have lived for decades and are all veterans. Naturally, they know that there is no love without reason in this world.

If Lin Zehao were to get involved in such a mess simply because of the pleas of his subordinates, it would be nothing but a daydream.

(End of this chapter)