Hong Kong Film: Short mules have no future, I am in charge of Hong Kong

Chapter 109 The dead are the greatest, destroying the funeral hall will shorten your life
He just sat in his office chair and asked, "Tell me, which ones didn't run away?"

“Bai… Bai Tou Weng’s confidant Situ Haonan, as well as Tai Tung from Yuen Long, Crow from Tsz Wan Shan, and Smiling Tiger Wu Zhiwei.

They respectively represent the two forces of the Dragon Head and the White-headed Mang in the East Star. If even they run away, the East Star brand will completely disappear from Hong Kong Island. "

Master Su answered fairly swiftly, and at the end he did not forget to add something to Su Hanze.

"Brother Ze, the younger brother of Camel, is more arrogant than...

The crow in Tsz Wan Shan, what they said to you... if you carry out a beheading operation, they will also carry out a beheading operation.

Now they are gathering people and have announced that they will kill you within three days...kill you, Brother Ze..."

Su Hanze couldn't help but sneer when he heard this: "Three days? It seems that they are not very confident.

Master Su, tell me what the plane is doing now? "

“I…I was just about to tell you about this.

The plane is now carrying people, blocking Situ Haonan in Wan Chai.

But how could Situ Haonan show up now? He… this idiot refused to listen to any advice, and caused a group of us and Liansheng’s people to be taken away by the police this afternoon. I paid more than 200,000 yuan in bail alone…”

"Don't report to me about the bail, medical expenses, and resettlement expenses. Since the finances of Tsuen Wan are in your hands, just take care of them.

Remember to tell the plane that I'm going to sleep now. No matter what method the plane uses, I must hear the news of Situ Haonan's death when I wake up tomorrow morning!"

Master Su nodded immediately: "Brother Ze, go and have a rest, I will send a message to the plane right away!"

After Su Hanze went to rest, Master Su did not set out to look for a plane.

He simply went back to his office, picked up his landline phone, found the plane's number in the phone book in the drawer, and dialed it.

The call was connected quickly, and Jiji's impatient voice came from the receiver.

"Which one?"

"Fly...plane, it's me, Master Su!"

"Master Su, what's the matter?"

When he heard that the call was from Master Su, Feiji's tone immediately became much kinder.

Feiji and Master Su were not very familiar with each other, but in the past few days he was ordered to take people to cause trouble in various places in Hong Kong Island, and he asked Master Su to reimburse the medicine and resettlement expenses.

Master Su had never given Ji Fei any trouble with money, which had greatly changed his impression of Master Su.

"It's like this... plane. Brother Ze just greeted me. He asked me to tell you that Situ Haonan must die tonight!
So you...you have to work harder, otherwise tomorrow morning...when Ze Ge wakes up, he will be very unhappy!"

The person on the other end of the phone suddenly became anxious.

"Really? Hey Master Su, you also know that these losers in Dongxing are determined to be cowards.

I don’t even know where Situ Haonan is hiding. Can you help me communicate with Brother Ze and give me a few more days?

I have been keeping a close eye on this generation in Wan Chai. I will eventually dig out Situ Haonan!"

"You... I don't care what you said, anyway... this is what Brother Ze said, you have to hurry up and do this.

But I also... can understand your difficulties, and I can remind you.

The body of the white-headed bird is still... still in the West Kowloon Funeral Home. The people from Tung Sing have set up a mourning hall for him there. Instead of waiting in Wan Chai, you might as well try your luck at the funeral home.

"Plane, when you're out there, you need to use your brain when you encounter something!"

The plane was stunned at first, and finally came to its senses.

"I get it! You guys are really smart.

I will arrange for people to go to the West Kowloon Funeral Home and destroy the mourning hall of the white-headed old man!

I don't believe that Situ Haonan can still resist showing up in this situation!"

Master Su replied somewhat awkwardly: "I...I didn't teach you to smash other people's mourning halls.

Airplanes, death is the most important thing, smashing... smashing someone's funeral hall will shorten your life.

Anyway, Brother Ze is waiting for your news, you can do whatever you want!"

2/F, Rhine Bar, Lockhart Road, Wan Chai.

This bar was originally one of the venues owned by Lei Yaoyang of Dongxing.

Ever since Lui Yiu Yeung died in Bowl Lane, his business in Lockhart Road was passed on to Szeto Ho Nam.

At this time, melodious saxophone music was still playing downstairs in the bar.

But to Situ Haonan's ears, the music sounded so noisy.

Before that, he was a well-known figure in Wan Chai.

When have you ever experienced the feeling of being like a stray dog, forced to the point of not even daring to show your head?
Ring ring ring ring——

Just when Situ Haonan was feeling upset, the mobile phone hanging on his waist suddenly rang.

Situ Haonan did not dare to delay and quickly pressed the answer button.

The call was from one of his trusted henchmen.

"Boss, all the people from Liansheng have withdrawn from Wan Chai!"

"you sure?"

"I'm sure! Just now, the plane from Liansheng brought people to plant a flag on our territory, but they were driven away by the policemen waiting here.

The person on duty in Wan Chai was the notorious gossip girl You Jiazhen from the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau. She said that anyone who dared to take advantage of the situation would be taken to the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau’s cell for questioning.

The plane didn't dare to confront the O-Ji people, and they left on a minibus with them!"

"Fuck! If the police weren't staring at me so closely, I would have skinned this plane alive!"

When he heard the name of the airplane, Situ Haonan couldn't help but feel hatred in his heart.

It's this failure that has forced me to hide here and there like a dog.

It was also because of this failure that he killed his boss with great fanfare in Yau Ma Tei.

But he had no other choice now. The most urgent thing was to wait for the people from Yuen Long to regroup and get through the police.

Now that his backer, Uncle Ben, is dead, Dongxing needs someone who can take the lead and take charge of the situation.

Situ Haonan had even thought about it. If Camel could survive this disaster and come out to reorganize East Star, he might not even care about the Yuen Long warehouse incident.

The funeral hall of the old man in Kowloon Funeral Home was extremely deserted and shabby.

In the huge mourning hall, apart from a few monks chanting sutras and a few Dongxingzi who were assigned to keep vigil and silently burn paper in front of the coffin, there were hardly any wreaths to be seen at the entrance of the mourning hall.

Logically speaking, when a gangster of Bai Tou Weng's status passes away, his funeral should be held in a grand manner. Unfortunately, the various gangs in Dongxing are now in a state of panic, and because of the incident at Luotuo's stall, many societies that have interests in Dongxing have also distanced themselves from Dongxing at this critical juncture, fearing that they will get into trouble and implicate their own gangs.

So there was a scene where a big shot who had been a big shot in Yau Tsim Mong for more than 30 years passed away, but his funeral was not as grand as that of the common people next door.

Although the funeral hall of the neighbor next door is not as grand as the one at the old man's, at least there are still people mourning!

The person in charge of the funeral procession was He Yong, Situ Haonan's younger brother who was in charge of watching the scene in Wan Chai.

This guy comes from a boxing background and is very skilled. He is also a well-known figure in Wan Chai.

At this time, He Yong was kneeling in front of the spirit of the old man with white hair, tearing yellow paper covered with copper coin prints into an ash basin.

At the same time, he kept complaining in a low voice: "Lao Ding, when you were alive, I didn't benefit from you at all.

Now that you're dead, I'm the only one keeping vigil at your funeral. It's really funny.

When I was doing underground boxing in Mong Kok, you bribed me with piles of banknotes to help you with fake boxing.

Today I will burn all this money for you one by one, and from now on no one will owe anyone anything!"

He Yong never had any feelings for the old man with white hair, especially when he was asked to guard a dead body in the middle of the night by a strong and energetic man like him. He couldn't help feeling unhappy at the moment.

Normally, he should be hanging out in various entertainment venues in Hong Kong Island, hugging beautiful girls with plump figures. After venting his endless energy, he would light a cigarette and boast to his girlfriend about his glorious boxing history.

He didn't want to stay in this mourning hall filled with incense ashes for even a moment.

"Brother Yong!"

Just as He Yong was complaining, a thug who was accompanying He Yong to keep vigil quietly walked up to He Yong and gently pushed him.

He Yong immediately threw a handful of incense paper in his hand into the basin, stood up and brushed off the incense ashes on his body.

He asked, "How is it going?"

"Of course it's settled. As long as the money is in place, let alone asking her to come to the funeral home to do it with you, even if you ask her to go to the cemetery to do it for real, she will still agree!"

The henchman was showing a sinister smile at this moment, when he was suddenly slapped on the head by He Yong.

"Be serious, this is in Lao Ding's funeral hall!"

But soon that damp smile appeared on He Yong's face.

He licked his lips in a rather lasciviously manner, and then laughed softly.

"If I had known that Lao Ding was in Shanghai Street, his favorite horse would be Lisa.

I think this woman is just so-so except for her big breasts. I'm going to study her carefully tonight to find out what magic she has that makes Lao Ding so obsessed with her!"

The henchman covered his head which was hurt by He Yong's blow and responded with a wry smile.

"But Brother Yong, Brother Haonan has always respected Lao Ding the most. It was exciting for you to have sex with his woman in front of Lao Ding's spirit. But if Brother Haonan knew about this, I'm afraid he would..."

"Fuck you! Didn't I call one for each of you?

Tonight, after the group of chanting monks left, everyone in the mourning hall relaxed and happy!

As for the boss, you don't need to worry about him. He is busy with his own business and hiding in Wan Chai. He doesn't even dare to show his head. He has no idea what we are doing here!"

A gust of wind blew past the entrance of the funeral home, rustling the wreaths at the door.

If the old man knew in his afterlife that his mourning hall was used as a place for a brothel by his disciples, I wonder how he would feel.

Before we knew it, it was already the early morning hours.

When the chanting monks finished the first ritual of the day, He Yong impatiently took out the red envelope he had prepared in advance and sent them away.

At this time, the funeral home was extremely quiet.

He Yong could hardly suppress his inner restlessness. He glanced at the black-and-white portrait of the old man placed in the center of the mourning hall, and couldn't help but feel his heart beating faster.

Just as he was about to call his men to bring the person in, a noisy sound of footsteps suddenly sounded outside the mourning hall.

He Yong couldn't help but frown. Just when he wanted to go out to see what happened, the curtain hanging at the entrance of the mourning hall was suddenly and roughly lifted up.

A group of aggressive and ill-intentioned thugs suddenly rushed into the mourning hall.

The leader was a man with a bullet-shaped haircut, a sinister look on his face, and a two-foot-long dagger in his hand. He Yong recognized him immediately.

This guy crashed his boss's plane in Yau Ma Tei!
"Plane! What the hell are you doing?!"

Feiji just glared at He Yong fiercely, and without saying a word, he pointed the knife at the mourning hall.

The knifemen who followed behind him were like chickens with their blood pumped up. They scattered around the mourning hall, smashing anything they saw and beating anyone they saw!

Although He Yong was a boxer by training, he knew very well that two fists could not defeat four hands, especially when the opponent had more people and each of them was armed.

So he had to flee in panic and try to run away from the mourning hall.

It’s a pity that this mourning hall does not have a back door. Going further back is the crematorium of the funeral home.

The personnel guarding the crematorium had already gone off work, so He Yong had no choice but to look around, hoping to find a suitable attacker for a desperate fight.

He Yong was extremely desperate at this time.

He didn't understand what grudge the people from Liansheng had against Bai Tou Weng. Even though Bai Tou Weng was already lying in a cold coffin, the other party still refused to let him go.

Now he is going to implicate himself and be buried with him.

But He Yong soon discovered that the plane brought a group of people who had lifted the lid of the white-headed old man's coffin, but had no intention of attacking him.

So He Yong, who was hiding behind a soul flag, did not dare to hesitate for a moment. He took out his mobile phone from his waist tremblingly and dialed Situ Haonan's number with trembling hands.

The call was connected quickly, and He Yong couldn't wait to speak before Situ Haonan could speak.

"Boss, bring some people over here!
The plane brought people to cause trouble at Uncle Ben’s funeral hall, and even Uncle Ben’s coffin was overturned by them! "

Situ Haonan on the other end of the phone was slightly stunned, and then an extremely angry voice came out from the receiver.

"What did you say? Say it again!!"

“Boss, I said that Uncle Ben’s funeral hall was smashed!
They are so numerous and powerful. If you don't come, I'm afraid my uncle's body will be dragged away by them!"

"Yan Jiachan! You have to keep a close eye on me. No one who comes to the funeral hall to cause trouble will be allowed to leave!"

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After hanging up the phone, He Yong looked at the group of vicious knifemen in the mourning hall with a bitter face, feeling panic for a moment.

How could he have the ability to keep a close eye on this group of people? He should be thankful if they don't target him!

Everyone knows that Situ Haonan is Bai Tou Weng's confidant.

(End of this chapter)