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

Chapter 196 It’s Not Your Turn to Intervene

"Teach them a lesson." Su Hanze said slowly, his eyes cold, "Pick out a few who stand out and beat them hard, so that others will know who is the master here."

"But Qiu San's people..." A Kuan was about to remind him but was interrupted by Su Hanze.

"Qiu San is an outsider now, he doesn't dare to intervene easily." Su Hanze said firmly, "But if he really wants to take advantage of the chaos, that's even better. If he makes a move once, I will have a reason to completely wipe him out."

Ah Kuan nodded and left. Su Hanze was the only one left in the room. His eyes fell on the Wan Chai power distribution map on the table. His fingers slowly moved across the location of the bar street, and a meaningful sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Wan Chai seemed particularly deserted late at night. On the usually bustling bar street, the lights of several places had been turned off, and only a small bar on the corner was still dimly lit. Qiu San stood beside the car, looking across the street. His men stood quietly behind him, waiting for his orders.

"Third Brother Qiu, Su Hanze's people have seized another batch of goods tonight, and have also surrounded Third Master's place." Bin whispered, "Third Master's place can't hold on any longer, and some people have even started to evacuate."

Qiu San nodded, his eyes deep: "The faster they withdraw, the more chaotic the situation on Bar Street will be. This drama has just begun."

"But if Su Hanze's people really take over all the venues..." Abin asked tentatively.

"Can he take it?" Qiu San looked back at A Bin, his tone revealing a hint of sarcasm, "What he can control now is just a group of rabble. These people follow him only because they think they still have a choice. When he completely exposes them and they have no way out, the situation will really be in our hands."

After hearing this, Abin suddenly realized: "I understand. We don't need to take action. We just need to wait for them to lose their composure."

Qiu San raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Yes, this is the real game."

A few days later, the chaos in Wan Chai reached its peak. Almost all the gangs in Bar Street were fighting among themselves, and Su Hanze's people gradually lost control of the situation after several failed interventions. Just when everyone thought that Bar Street was about to be completely lost, Qiu San's people quietly appeared in several key places.

There was no fighting or conflict. Qiu San's men just quietly sent the goods back and sent a message to those small gangs who were suffering: "Qiu San is willing to give them a chance."

This move quickly spread throughout Wan Chai. The small gangs that had been exhausted all came to Qiu San and were willing to rejoin him. Their remorse seemed particularly sincere, because they knew that although Qiu San's rules were strict, at least they would not be as suffocating as Su Hanze's.

"Brother Qiu San, most of the people on Bar Street have returned to our side." A Bin stood in front of Qiu San, with a hint of excitement in his tone, "Su Hanze doesn't even dare to say a word now. They are completely in chaos."

Qiu San sat on a chair, lighted a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said calmly: "Chaos? This is just the beginning. Next, I want Su Hanze to see with his own eyes how everything he has will fall apart in my hands."

Qiu San's hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and the ash fell into the ashtray. There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth. He seemed relaxed, but he was showing a steady murderous intent. He turned his head and looked at A Bin, his eyes deep: "Those people, do they really think I am their savior?"

A Bin was slightly startled, then nodded: "Brother Qiu, there are indeed many small gangs who regard you as their last resort. They say that only you can calm this chaos."

"Backers?" Qiu San shook his head slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "They rely on me because they know that Su Hanze is too harsh. But Abin, these people are the most unreliable. If they can betray Su Hanze once, they can betray me a second time."

A Bin was a little hesitant: "But now we have taken over most of the bar street, how should we deal with them?"

"Deal with it?" Qiu San's eyes turned cold, and he tapped the table lightly with his fingers. His tone was low and powerful, "Keep it, but don't believe it completely. I want them to understand that they can come back today because I gave them the chance. If they dare to mess up again, there will be no third time."

A Bin nodded and whispered, "I understand. I'll have my brothers keep a close eye on them."

"Just keeping a close eye on them is not enough." Qiu San exhaled a puff of smoke, with a hint of danger in his tone, "Pick a few who stand out and try to see if they have any other thoughts in their hearts even though they say they surrender."

Ah Bin understood and nodded immediately: "I understand, I'll arrange it right away."

Qiu San did not speak again, but just leaned back quietly, his eyes becoming colder and colder. Although these small gangs temporarily sided with him, their loyalty and stability were more fragile than a piece of paper. And the situation in Wan Chai could not be decided by these people. What he needed was to completely overthrow Su Hanze and truly control Wan Chai in his own hands.

At the same time, on the top floor of the Dynasty Nightclub, Su Hanze was standing in front of the huge French window, overlooking the brightly lit Wan Chai. His face was still as calm as usual, but the hand holding the red wine glass was slightly tight, as if he was suppressing some hidden emotions.

"Brother Ze, the news from the bar street is getting worse and worse." Ah Kuan whispered with a hint of hesitation in his tone, "Qiu San's people have taken over most of the places, and almost all of those small gangs have defected. The situation is not favorable to us."

Su Hanze turned his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with coldness: "It is expected that the small gangs will defect. Qiu San taking over these places does not mean that he has won. The decision-making power in Wan Chai has never been in the hands of these rabble."

Ah Kuan nodded, but his brows were still furrowed: "But Qiu San seems to be very powerful now. If we don't take action, he will..."

"Do it?" Su Hanze sneered and put the red wine glass on the table beside him. "Do you think he is really stable now? He took over these places, but he just picked up a mess temporarily."

"What does Brother Ze mean?" A Kuan asked, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Qiu San knows better than anyone how cheap the loyalty of these small gangs is." Su Hanze said slowly, his tone full of calculation, "He has taken over the situation on Bar Street, so he has to bear the consequences of these people. And these people will not let him have it easy."

Ah Kuan nodded, and then whispered: "So what should we do next?"

"Wait." Su Hanze's voice was calm and firm. "Wait for Qiu San to expose his weakness himself. He is now stabilizing the bar street, but other places in Wan Chai will not let him stay safe for too long."

Sure enough, a few days later, other areas of Wan Chai began to become turbulent. Some originally neutral forces took advantage of the chaos in Bar Street to try to expand their territory. Qiu San had to devote more energy to dealing with these new threats, and this was exactly what Su Hanze expected.

"Brother Qiu, this is bad!" A Bin hurriedly pushed open the door of the office, his tone a little flustered, "A group of people suddenly started making trouble at the East Pier. They said our brothers stole their goods."

Qiu San raised his head, his eyes sharp as a knife: "Robbery? Who did it?"

"Our people didn't move at all." A Bin said quickly, "Someone is deliberately trying to stir up trouble."

Qiu San was silent for a moment, then sneered: "Provoking trouble? Very good. Who started this?" "It should be Su Hanze's people." A Bin whispered, "They have been secretly moving recently, trying to take this opportunity to counterattack."

"Counterattack?" Qiu San stood up, walked slowly to the window, and looked away coldly, "They chose the wrong time."

A Bin looked at Qiu San and asked tentatively: "Brother Qiu San, do you want to teach them a lesson?"

"No rush." ​​Qiu San shook his head, his tone chilling, "Let them make a fuss first. The bigger the fuss and the more noise they make, the more their cards will be exposed."

"But...if we don't stop it, our territory will be affected." Abin hesitated.

"Territory?" Qiu San looked back at him with a sarcastic smile on his face. "The territory can be in chaos, but the people cannot be in chaos. Let the brothers stay calm and guard our bottom line. If Su Hanze's people dare to cross this line, that will be their death."

Abin nodded and left immediately to make arrangements.

The night in Wan Chai was once again shrouded in chaos. Although the dispute in the bar street had temporarily subsided, conflicts in other areas were in full swing. Qiu San's men held their ground firmly, while Su Hanze's men pressed forward step by step. The confrontation between the two had entered a white-hot stage.

Qiu San sat in Shengrongtang's office, his hands folded, his eyes deep. This game has entered a critical moment, and every step is crucial. And his only goal is to completely defeat Su Hanze and bring Wan Chai back under his control.

"Su Hanze, do you think I'm just defending?" Qiu San whispered to himself, with a hint of cold murderous intent in his tone, "Soon, you'll know who the real hunter is."

Qiu San stared at the teacup in his hand, slowly rotating it, and the tea in the cup rippled slightly. His eyes were like the cup of tea, seemingly calm, but actually fraught with storms. The office door was gently pushed open, and A Bin walked in with a tired look, holding a stack of documents in his hand.

"Third Brother Qiu, I just received news that Su Hanze's people at the East Pier are forcing several cargo owners to revise their contracts and give them the right of passage." A Bin put the documents on the table, his tone slightly angry, "These people are clearly provoking me."

Qiu San put down his teacup, looked up at A Bin, and said in a low and steady voice: "Change the contract? Have the owners signed it?"

"We've signed a few, but more people are waiting and watching. They don't know how long Su Hanze can last, and they don't dare to offend us completely." Abin frowned, "But they all know in their hearts that Su Hanze's people are more ruthless than us, and they know how to use tricks better."

Qiu San sneered, with a hint of mockery in his tone: "Cruel? They are indeed more cruel than us, but it will only make people more afraid of them, not more trusting of them."

A Bin nodded, but the worry on his face still did not dissipate: "But if Su Hanze's people continue to push like this, our cargo route will be completely blocked sooner or later."

"Blocked?" Qiu San slowly stood up and walked to the window. He put his hands in his pockets and looked at the street in the distance. His tone was cold, "The cargo road is not blocked, but it depends on who can reopen it."

A Bin was stunned for a moment: "Brother Qiu, what you mean is..."

"Let someone spread the word that the cargo routes in Wan Chai will be reorganized." Qiu San turned his head, his eyes as sharp as a knife, "Tell those cargo owners who haven't changed their tickets yet that as long as they stay on our side, their cargo will not only be able to travel faster, but also more safely."

"But what if they don't believe it?" Abin asked tentatively.

"Don't believe it?" Qiu San sneered, "They will believe it, because I will make Su Hanze's path completely blocked."

A hint of surprise flashed across Abin's eyes, and then he nodded: "I understand, I'll arrange it right away."

That night, the East Pier in Wan Chai was brightly lit. Su Hanze's men were guarding outside several warehouses, and their captain Zhang Hao was holding a document in his hand and was aggressively confronting several cargo owners.

"After signing the contract, from today on, your goods will be directly under the responsibility of our Hongxing." Zhang Hao's tone was full of pressure, "Don't say I didn't remind you, if you don't sign, you may not be able to ship the goods."

Several cargo owners looked at each other, their faces full of hesitation. They knew Su Hanze's power, but they also understood Qiu San's influence in Wan Chai. For businessmen like them, standing in line has never been a choice to maximize their interests, but a gamble with their lives.

"Captain Zhang, can we postpone this matter for two more days?" A middle-aged cargo owner asked tentatively, his tone cautious.

"Two days?" Zhang Hao sneered and threw the document in front of the owner. "Can you give me two days' notice? I'm telling you, if you sign today, it will be easier for us to do business. If you don't sign, your goods will be left in the warehouse and get moldy tomorrow!"

The middle-aged owner's face suddenly turned ugly. As he was hesitating, a low voice came from outside the warehouse.

"Captain Zhang, you are so angry. Is it because the cargo owner owes you money, or do you owe them money?"

Zhang Hao turned his head suddenly and saw Qiu San's people standing at the door. They didn't make a big fuss, but just stood there quietly in groups of three or five, but everyone's eyes revealed a cold and oppressive feeling.

"Qiu San's people?" Zhang Hao's face changed, but he quickly regained his composure. "What are you doing here? The East Pier is now under the jurisdiction of our Hongxing. You'd better not cross the line."

The leader, A Bin, smiled and said calmly, "Crossing the line? Captain Zhang, the roads in Wan Chai have never been monopolized by any one company. We just came to see how far you have come."

Zhang Hao snorted coldly: "East Pier is now Hongxing's territory, it's not your turn to interfere."

Ah Bin narrowed his eyes, his tone was still calm, but with a hint of coldness: "That's what I said, but who owns the cargo route in Wan Chai? In the end, it all depends on the cargo owners' choice."

Zhang Hao's face completely darkened. Qiu San's people couldn't have appeared here for no reason, and he knew that they didn't come here just to watch the fun.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Zhang Hao asked through gritted teeth.

(End of this chapter)