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

Chapter 207 Unquestionable Majesty

"Wait." Su Hanze raised his hand to stop him, his tone becoming even lower. "This time, we are not only going to take down the owner of the goods, but also let everyone in Wan Chai know that Qiu San has been kicked out. From today on, his name is no longer a rule maker in Wan Chai, but a lesson of failure."

A Kuan responded in a deep voice, then quickly left with the instructions.

The morning sun finally shone through the thick clouds, and the streets of Wan Chai gradually became lively. The cargo owners of the East Pier gathered in a makeshift meeting room, and the discussion was endless. The air was filled with anxiety and anger, and everyone was looking for a way out.

"Qiu San is no longer able to protect our goods!" Liu Hailong stood in front of the table, slapping it, his tone excited and sharp, "He made us wait for so long, and what's the result? The goods route is still blocked, and our brothers' losses are getting bigger day by day! How long do we have to wait?"

“But, what if he still has another way?” A cargo owner asked hesitantly, looking at others evasively.

"What else can he do?" Liu Hailong sneered, "Another incident happened at the East Pier last night. Several batches of goods were almost stolen! If we hadn't found other people to protect them in advance, these goods would have been gone long ago. Do you think Qiu San can still hold on?"

The door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a suit walked in. He had a calm smile on his face and a document in his hand. He looked around and then said slowly: "Boss, I understand your concerns. But today, I bring you a real solution."

"Who are you?" someone couldn't help but ask, with a wary tone.

"I'm Mr. Su's man." The middle-aged man smiled and put the documents on the table. "I know you've all been troubled by the cargo routes lately. But as long as you're willing to cooperate with Mr. Su, these problems will be solved in the shortest possible time. We can take over the safety of the cargo routes, the guarantee of transportation, and your site and business."

The conference room was silent for a few seconds, and then a low voice broke out. Liu Hailong was the first to stand up, picked up the document and took a look, then sneered and said, "You guys talk nicely, but why should we believe that Mr. Su can protect these?"

The middle-aged man remained calm and said in an unhurried tone: "If they can't protect it, they won't take the initiative to talk. Boss Liu, you should know very well how those batches of goods were delivered last night. What would have happened if our people hadn't helped?"

Liu Hailong's face changed, but he quickly regained his composure. He put the document back on the table and said nothing more.

"Everyone, time is running out." The middle-aged man's voice was deep and powerful. "You have seen Qiu San's ability clearly. Now is the time to make a decision. If you still hesitate, I am afraid that the subsequent losses will be more serious than now."

The owners looked at each other with struggle and hesitation on their faces. Finally, Liu Hailong spoke: "I'll sign."

This sentence seemed to open a floodgate, and other cargo owners nodded and agreed to cooperate.

At the same time, Qiu San was sitting in his office, feeling extremely exhausted. A Bin stood beside him, looking anxious: "Brother Qiu San, the cargo owners at the East Pier have just finished a meeting, and they have already... signed an agreement with Su Hanze's people."

Qiu San slowly raised his head, his eyes showing deep fatigue and a hint of pain: "Did Liu Hailong sign it too?"

Abin nodded and gritted his teeth: "He was the first one to sign."

Qiu San closed his eyes and sighed deeply. He had completely lost this round. No matter how hard he tried, he could not save the chaotic situation. Wan Chai, which once belonged to him, had now become someone else's battlefield.

"Ah Bin." His voice was low and hoarse, "Tell the brothers that from today on, we will withdraw from Wan Chai."

Abin was stunned, a hint of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but he finally nodded.

The meeting room at the East Pier was filled with a depressing atmosphere, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of gunpowder. The cargo owners gathered in the small space, each of them with a look of anxiety and anger, and whispered arguments continued to come from the corner. From time to time, their eyes swept towards the door of the meeting room, as if they were waiting for something.

Liu Hailong sat near the center of the conference table, his arms folded, his face gloomy. His eyes swept coldly across every face present, finally stopping at a hesitant cargo owner, his tone impatient: "Old Zhou, what are you still hesitating about? The situation is already so chaotic now, do you think Qiu San can still save us?"

The cargo owner called Lao Zhou lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Liu Hailong. He defended himself in a weak voice: "It's not that I don't believe you, but Qiu San has protected us for so many years. Isn't it too cruel to force him like this now?"

"Protect us?" Liu Hailong sneered, his tone full of sarcasm, "What he is protecting is his own place. If he could really protect it, would our goods still be stopped on the road? Look at those trucks of goods yesterday, if it weren't for Mr. Su's people helping, they would have disappeared long ago!"

The other cargo owners nodded, echoing Liu Hailong's words, and a few even began to discuss quietly. The restlessness in the air became more and more intense, like a bomb buried in the corner, which only needed a spark to detonate.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Qiu San appeared at the door. A Bin behind him had a gloomy face, with undisguised anger in his eyes. The discussion of the cargo owners stopped abruptly, and everyone's eyes were focused on Qiu San. Liu Hailong's face changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Third Brother Qiu." Liu Hailong stood up, his tone was deliberately respectful, but he couldn't hide the provocation in it, "You are here, we are waiting for you to give an explanation."

Qiu San walked slowly into the conference room, his eyes swept coldly over everyone. His voice was low, but it was full of unquestionable majesty: "Confess? I want to ask you, who gave you the courage to force me to confess in my place?"

Liu Hailong snorted coldly and looked directly into Qiu San's eyes. "Brother Qiu San, we are not forcing you. It's just that you yourself can't give everyone an explanation. How long has the problem of the cargo route been delayed? The business at the East Wharf has almost stopped. Everyone's losses are getting bigger day by day, but you don't even have a solution."

"I'm solving it." Qiu San said coldly, his eyes chilling. "But what about you? Do you not trust me, Qiu San, or have you heard some rumors you shouldn't have heard?"

"Trust?" Liu Hailong slammed the table and stood up, his tone full of anger, "We have trusted you for so many years, and what's the result? Now Mr. Su's people can deliver the goods with just one move. Why should I continue to trust you?"

Qiu San's eyes suddenly became sharp. He walked up to Liu Hailong and whispered, "Liu Hailong, I always thought you were a smart person. But what you said today really disappointed me."

Liu Hailong sneered, without a trace of fear in his eyes: "Disappointed? Brother Qiu San, you think too highly of yourself. You know the current situation better than anyone else. Can you still protect us? You can't even keep your own place now!" Qiu San's fists clenched slightly, but he held back his anger. He took a deep breath, turned to the other cargo owners and said: "Everyone, the problem of the East Wharf does exist, but you have to believe that as long as you give me time, I will definitely solve it. Now if someone wants to take advantage of the chaos to turn the tables, don't blame me, Qiu San, for being ruthless."

The cargo owners looked at each other, and no one dared to speak first. But at this moment, Liu Hailong slammed the table, his voice full of anger and disdain: "You turned your face and were ruthless? Third Brother Qiu, do you think anyone is still afraid of you now? You can't protect the cargo route, you can't protect the place, and you still want us to wait for death with you?"

The atmosphere in the conference room instantly became extremely tense. Several cargo owners began to discuss in low voices, and more people showed uneasy expressions. A Bin stepped forward and looked at Liu Hailong coldly: "Have you said enough? This is Brother Qiu's territory, not a place for you to act wildly."

Liu Hailong stared back without showing any weakness, sneering: "Abin, I advise you not to be so pretentious. The situation is very clear now. If we follow Qiu San, our road will be over. But if we follow Mr. Su, at least there is still a way to survive!"

"Shut up!" Abin roared, rushed forward and grabbed Liu Hailong's collar, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"What? You want to fight?" Liu Hailong was not afraid at all. Instead, he looked at A Bin provocatively. "Brother Qiu, now even your dog has started to bite people randomly. What qualifications do you have for us to trust you?"

"Let go." Qiu San's voice was low, but it carried endless chill.

Abin was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth and let go of his hand, but the anger in his eyes was still there.

Qiu San turned around and walked to the conference table, resting his hands on it, and swept his eyes coldly over everyone present: "Everyone, let me ask you one last question, do you still believe in me, Qiu San?"

The meeting room was silent, and the faces of the cargo owners were full of struggle and hesitation. Finally, an elderly cargo owner lowered his head and whispered, "Brother Qiu San, it's not that we don't believe you, but the current situation is too chaotic, and we really can't wait any longer."

"I'm sorry, Brother Qiu San, we also have to survive." Another cargo owner stood up, with a hint of determination in his tone.

This sentence was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. More cargo owners began to agree, and some even started walking towards the door, obviously no longer wanting to get entangled with Qiu San.

"You..." A Bin's eyes widened, his face full of anger, "You are betraying me! Third Brother Qiu has protected you for so many years, and you are turning against me now?"

Liu Hailong stood up and sneered, "Abin, don't act like we owe you anything. The current situation is that Qiu San can't protect us anymore, so we can only find another way out!"

"Say it again!" Abin roared and rushed forward, but before he could do anything, several followers behind Liu Hailong suddenly stopped him and the two sides started pushing each other.

In the chaos, someone shouted, "Qiu San, you're done!"

Then, a chair hit Qiu San, followed by more debris and angry voices. Qiu San did not dodge, and his body was knocked to the ground, with the shouts and curses of the cargo owners in his ears. He tried to stand up, but was pushed down by more people.

"Enough!" A Bin tried desperately to rush forward, but the difference in numbers made him powerless. His roar was drowned out by the chaotic sound, and he watched Qiu San being completely crushed in the center of the chaos.

When everything finally calmed down, Qiu San's body had fallen motionless on the ground, blood slowly flowing from his forehead, staining the cold floor of the conference room red.

The owners were stunned, and the whole room was in deathly silence. Liu Hailong's face was no longer proud, but instead panic and fear. He took a step back, trembling, and whispered, "He...he's dead."

No one spoke anymore, everyone just stared at Qiu San lying on the ground. The once invincible Lord of Wan Chai now fell at the feet of his former ally.

A few hours later, Su Hanze sat on the top floor of the Dynasty Nightclub, listening to the news reported by A Kuan. He was silent for a moment, slowly raised his glass, and poured the wine on the floor.

On a rainy day in Wan Chai, the air was filled with a heavy smell of dampness. The sky was gray and rain fell from the sky, soaking every corner of the street. Su Hanze's car slowly drove into the parking lot of the funeral home. The rain slid down the car window, blurring the scene outside. He sat in the back seat, his hands folded on his knees, his eyes deep and calm, as if he had already seen through everything.

Ah Kuan sat in the passenger seat and turned around to ask in a low voice: "Brother Ze, are we really going? Although Qiu San's men have dispersed, the remaining ones must be dissatisfied with us. Today's scene... may not be peaceful."

Su Hanze gently raised his hand and tapped his knees twice with his fingertips. Then he said calmly, "Qiu San is dead, and the situation in Wan Chai is already decided. Going there is to give him face and to show them our attitude."

A Kuan frowned, but said nothing more. He pushed open the car door and got out, then walked around to the back seat and opened the door for Su Hanze.

Raindrops hit Su Hanze's shoulders. He opened a black umbrella and slowly walked towards the door of the funeral home. The sound of rain fell densely on the umbrella, intertwined with the sound of his footsteps, and seemed particularly heavy. Standing at the door were several old faces of Qiu San's men. When they saw Su Hanze coming, their eyes were complicated, with anger, fear, and a hint of hatred.

"Mr. Su." One of the older men whispered, with a hint of deliberately suppressed coldness in his tone, "You came here today because..."

"Send him off for the last time." Su Hanze's voice was not loud, but it revealed an unquestionable majesty. "Although Qiu San was defeated, I respect him as a man."

The man gritted his teeth and finally gave way without saying anything more. Su Hanze walked into the funeral home calmly, followed closely by A Kuan, who looked around vigilantly at everyone around him.

The hall was simply decorated, with white flowers and black veils interlaced on the wall, and a portrait of Qiu San in the middle. His eyes were steady, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, as if he still had the majesty he had in his lifetime. There were several rows of long tables in front of the incense table, filled with tributes and wreaths, but there were very few people who came to pay their respects.

(End of this chapter)