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

Chapter 198 Ambush
"Third Brother Qiu, we have re-checked all the brothers in Guanghui Field. Our people are also keeping a close eye on the manager who ran to Su Hanze. They have not taken any action for the time being." Abin walked in quickly, stopped, and spoke cautiously.

Qiu San raised his eyes and glanced at him, his tone cold: "No action? Their silence is more dangerous than any action."

"I understand what you mean." Abin nodded and continued, "Su Hanze must be preparing a bigger plan now, but we haven't figured out what he wants to do yet."

Qiu San sneered, stood up and walked to the window. He stretched out his hand and pushed open a gap in the curtain. Wan Chai was brightly lit at night, with neon lights flashing. He looked at the traffic and pedestrians coming and going on the street, and said in a low voice: "Su Hanze's purpose is very simple, he wants to make me messy."

A Bin frowned, "But if we keep our troops on hold, he can't just keep wasting time like this, right?"

Qiu San turned around, his eyes deep, "He won't waste time, he just hasn't found the opportunity yet. If we don't move, we're forcing him to reveal his weakness first. Bin, remember, Su Hanze is not anxious, he's more anxious than us."

A Bin nodded in agreement, but still couldn't help asking: "But if he really finds an opportunity, what should we do?"

"If he's looking for an opportunity, I'll make him lose all his opportunities." Qiu San sat back on the sofa, picked up the cigarette box on the table and lit a cigarette. As the smoke rose, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. "When he makes a move, that's when I'll fight back."

A few days later, the wind direction in Wan Chai began to change quietly. Some cargo owners who cooperated with Qiu San suddenly encountered emergencies, their transport vehicles were intercepted, and even warehouses were set on fire. Worse, rumors spread in several places that Qiu San's people attacked his brothers and the internal situation had begun to disintegrate.

"Brother Qiu, this is bad!" A Bin hurriedly pushed open the door of the office, with obvious anxiety on his face. "There was a fight at several bars on the bar street. Several brothers accused each other of being Su Hanze's accomplices and even started fighting."

Qiu San paused for a moment while holding the cigarette, then slowly put it down. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's: "How big of a commotion is it?"

"It's still under control, but the situation is not good. If it's not calmed down, it might affect other places." Abin's tone was anxious.

Qiu San pondered for a moment, then stood up and picked up his coat: "Take me there."

In a bar on Bar Street, the atmosphere was tense. Several small leaders stood in the middle, with different expressions, some angry, some nervous. The brothers watching were talking in low voices, and the scene was in chaos.

"Stop talking nonsense, when did I have any contact with Su Hanze's people?" a man with a shaved head roared, his eyes full of bloodshot.

"Who else could it be if not you? You were the only one who was involved in the loss of the goods yesterday!" The other burly man gritted his teeth and pointed at the flat-headed man's nose and cursed.

"Enough!" A low roar came from the door, and everyone fell silent instantly.

Qiu San walked in slowly, his eyes like a knife, sweeping over everyone present. The brothers who were originally noisy lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on here?" Qiu San's voice was not loud, but it carried an irresistible sense of oppression.

The two little leaders who had been arguing the loudest suddenly fell silent, stood there with their heads down, and moved their lips, but no one dared to speak first.

Qiu San walked between them, stood still, looked around, and said in a cold tone: "How did Wan Chai become so chaotic today? Everyone knows Su Hanze's methods. But what about you? You are fighting against your own people. Do you want me, Qiu San, to teach you how to behave?"

The two leaders lowered their heads, their faces filled with shame, and stammered but dared not utter a word.

"Very good." Qiu San nodded, his eyes becoming colder. "Since no one can explain it clearly, then everyone should shut up. From today on, if any of the brothers start fighting among themselves again, don't blame me for being merciless."

He turned his head and looked at Abin: "Take someone to thoroughly check the cargo route yesterday. I want to know who is at fault."

Abin nodded and started to make arrangements immediately.

Two hours later, Abin returned to Qiu San's office with the results. His expression was solemn and his tone was low: "Brother Qiu San, I have found out. There was indeed a problem with yesterday's goods, but it had nothing to do with our people. It was Su Hanze's people who hijacked the car on the way and deliberately left clues to frame our own people."

Qiu San sneered and put out the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray: "Su Hanze is good at this kind of trick of sowing discord."

"But our people are already feeling uneasy because of this incident. If it is not handled cleanly, it may affect our next actions." Abin was a little worried.

"Deal with it?" Qiu San's eyes turned cold. He slowly stood up and walked to the window, overlooking the night view of Wan Chai. "Abin, Su Hanze is causing trouble, so let's give him a big show. Doesn't he want me to be in chaos? Then let him see what real chaos is."

Qiu San's fingers tapped lightly on the windowsill, as if he was playing a war song that only he could understand. He turned around, his eyes fell on A Bin, and his voice was calm as if he was talking about an insignificant matter: "A Bin, since Su Hanze wants to mess up the situation, then we will play along with him. Go and prepare, and make Wan Chai more lively."

A Bin was stunned for a moment, with a look of doubt in his eyes: "Third Brother Qiu, should we stabilize the situation first? The brothers are already tense enough now. If the situation continues, it may get out of control."

Qiu San walked to the table, placed his hands on it, leaned over to Ah Bin, and looked at him with a sharp gaze: "Do you think you can win by keeping things stable? The current situation in Wan Chai cannot be stabilized."

A Bin hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Then how should we do it?"

"It's very simple." Qiu San smiled meaningfully, "Spread the news and say that I, Qiu San, have taken control of Bar Street and am planning to take another step towards East Pier."

Ah Bin raised his head suddenly, his face full of surprise: "Third Brother Qiu, isn't this obviously provoking Su Hanze? He will definitely take the opportunity to attack us!"

"He is going to take action, and I want him to cause chaos." Qiu San stood up straight, his eyes cold, "He thought I was afraid of him, he thought I would guard these roads without moving. But he forgot that a real hunter will set a net and wait for the prey to jump in on its own."

A Bin was silent for a while, then nodded: "I understand, I'll arrange it right away."

The news quickly spread to every corner of Wan Chai. The small gangs on Bar Street, the cargo owners at the East Pier, and even some forces that had always been neutral began to discuss Qiu San's actions. For a time, the air in Wan Chai was filled with a tense atmosphere, and everyone was speculating who would win in this confrontation.

At the same time, the atmosphere in Su Hanze's office was as cold as an ice cellar. He sat behind a large desk, his hands folded in front of his chest, his eyes filled with deep chill.

"Brother Ze, Qiu San's people are making too big moves. He spread the news that he wants to attack the East Wharf. Isn't this a clear head-on collision with us?" Ah Kuan stood aside, with a bit of suppressed anger in his tone.

Su Hanze slowly raised his head, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "He is anxious."

"Anxious?" Ah Kuan asked in confusion, "But his current situation seems stable, how could he be anxious?" "The more stable a person looks, the more worried he is about the situation getting out of control." Su Hanze said slowly, his eyes deep, "Qiu San is testing every step he takes. He wants to know where our bottom line is. But he forgot that testing is the easiest way to reveal flaws."

Ah Kuan nodded and asked tentatively, "So what should we do next? Should we just fight back and defend the East Pier tightly?"

"Fight back?" Su Hanze chuckled, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "He wants us to fight back. He wants to force us to confront him head-on. But I won't do as he wishes."

"What does Brother Ze mean?" A Kuan asked.

"Let him continue to make trouble." Su Hanze's eyes were filled with murderous intent. "He wants to attract the cargo owners of the East Wharf. Then we will let these cargo owners know that following him will only lead to death."

Ah Kuan understood immediately, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes: "I understand, I will arrange it right away."

A few days later, the atmosphere at the East Pier became increasingly tense. Some cargo owners began to receive frequent threatening calls, and some warehouses were even set on fire at night. These incidents made the originally hesitant cargo owners even more panicked. They wavered between Qiu San and Su Hanze, but could not make up their minds.

"Third brother, those cargo owners are now frightened by Su Hanze and are beginning to hesitate whether to continue cooperating with us." Abin stood in front of Qiu San, with a little worry in his tone.

Qiu San sat on the sofa, holding a cup of tea in his hand. He blew away the steam on the tea and said calmly, "It's normal for them to be afraid. Su Hanze relies on intimidation, but he forgot that intimidation can only make people surrender temporarily, but it can't make people follow him sincerely."

A Bin frowned. "But the current situation is that Su Hanze has made these people afraid to even walk. If we don't solve these problems, it will be difficult to stabilize them."

Qiu San looked up at A Bin, his eyes calm and calm: "Su Hanze can intimidate people, but I can make people trust me. A Bin, tell those cargo owners that as long as they dare to follow us, we Qiu San will protect them to the end."

Abin paused, nodded and said, "Understood, I'll arrange it right away."

Qiu San put down his teacup, stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at Wan Chai at night. His eyes were deep, as if he could see through everything in front of him. The situation in Wan Chai had been stretched to its most tense state, and in the next step, he would personally break the string completely, leaving Su Hanze no chance of turning over.

Qiu San stood in the middle of the hall of Shengrong Hall, looking surprisingly calm. He held a cigarette in his hand, his eyes fixed on the map of Wan Chai on the wall, his eyes sharp as a knife. The sparks from the cigarette butt flickered, reflecting on his face, adding a sense of oppression to his calm temperament.

"Brother Qiu, the news has been released. Some of the cargo owners at the East Pier have wavered, but Su Hanze's people are also stepping up their actions." A Bin stood aside and reported carefully, "They intercepted two more trucks of cargo last night and intimidated the leaders of several small gangs. Some brothers are now uneasy and are afraid that we can't hold on."

Qiu San narrowed his eyes, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and said in a cold voice: "Afraid? Make them more afraid."

A Bin was stunned: "Brother Qiu San, what do you mean?"

Qiu San put out his cigarette in the ashtray, and said in a low and cold voice: "Tell those brothers that they have to hold on no matter how scared they are. If anyone backs down now, don't blame me, Qiu San, for being rude."

"But..." Abin wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Qiu San.

"Ah Bin, the situation in Wan Chai is just like this map." Qiu San pointed at the map on the wall, his eyes full of calculation, "How do you think these territories can be stabilized?"

A Bin hesitated for a moment and replied in a low voice: "Depend on people, rely on the brothers to work hard to stabilize it."

"Wrong." Qiu San sneered, "It depends on confidence. If they lose confidence in us, no matter how many people there are, they won't be able to defend this land."

Abin was silent, lowering his head. He knew Qiu San was right, but the current situation was too tense for him to not worry.

Qiu San walked to the table, picked up a red marker next to the map, and drew a circle at the location of the East Pier. His voice was still calm, but it was chilling: "Su Hanze wants to use intimidation to make them choose sides, so we will give them a reason to choose. Tell all the cargo owners that tomorrow night, all trucks that want to transport goods will go our way."

A Bin's eyes widened immediately: "Third Brother Qiu, are you going to have a head-on collision with Su Hanze?"

"That's right." Qiu San nodded, a cold light flashing in his eyes, "Doesn't he want to cause chaos? Then let him cause chaos completely."

The next day, the East Wharf was brightly lit. Dozens of trucks were lined up neatly, each loaded with goods. The drivers stood in groups of three or five, their faces full of nervousness and anxiety. The cargo owners also gathered around, some talking in low voices, while others remained silent, obviously still hesitating.

A Bin brought a group of people to the scene, glanced at them, and said in a low voice: "Everyone, this time it was arranged by Brother Qiu San himself, and you will not suffer any loss. As long as you dare to take this road, Brother Qiu San will definitely protect your goods."

An elderly cargo owner stepped forward, speaking with some hesitation: "But, I heard that Su Hanze's men intercepted two more trucks of cargo on the road last night. If we follow you, what if something goes wrong..."

Ah Bin sneered, "Su Hanze's men did stop two cars, but ask, whose cars are they? They belong to those who didn't dare to follow us and secretly changed their tickets. As long as you follow us, Brother Qiu's men will escort you to the end."

The cargo owners still had complicated expressions, some nodded, some frowned. Just then, a black car slowly drove into the dock, the door opened, and Qiu San got out of the car.

His appearance instantly made the scene quiet for a few seconds. All the cargo owners looked at him, some with awe, others with a hint of temptation.

Qiu San looked around with a cold gaze, and his voice was calm but with unquestionable majesty: "Wan Chai's cargo routes cannot be stabilized by people like Su Hanze. Today, whoever follows me, Qiu San, I will ensure that his cargo routes are smooth. If anyone is hesitant, then he can do it himself."

A young cargo owner swallowed and asked in a low voice: "Brother Qiu, what if...what if Su Hanze's people really come to intercept the goods?"

"If they dare to intercept the goods, I will make sure they can never leave Wan Chai again." Qiu San said coldly, his eyes revealing undisguised murderous intent.

The young cargo owner lowered his head and dared not ask any more questions.

As night fell, the convoy slowly drove out of the dock. Qiu San's men were divided into several groups, escorting each truck separately. The atmosphere on the street was extremely tense, and there were brothers lying in ambush at almost every intersection, just waiting for Su Hanze's men to appear.

Sure enough, at an intersection near the bar street, Su Hanze's men stopped a truck. The leader, Zhang Hao, stood in front of the truck and sneered at the driver: "Haven't you heard? The road in Wan Chai is now the territory of Hongxing. This guy can't go."

The driver seemed very nervous, but before he could speak, several brothers who were escorting him stood up. The leader, A Bin, said coldly: "Zhang Hao, this is not your territory, don't think you can run rampant here."

(End of this chapter)