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

Chapter 225: The world is like a chess game, the winner is the king!
"Cops!" One of the men screamed, and the warehouse suddenly became chaotic.

Kanta's face changed drastically, and he yelled at Lao Gao: "Did your people leak the news?!"

Lao Gao sneered and threw his cigarette butt to the ground: "Brother Kang, stop throwing dirty water! You know better than me whether your own people are reliable or not!"

Before he could finish his words, the iron door at the entrance of the warehouse was knocked open, and dozens of fully armed policemen filed in, pointing their guns at everyone in the warehouse.

"Everyone, put your hands up and don't move!" the police officer's shout echoed throughout the warehouse.

Kanta was completely stunned. He looked at everything in front of him, his hands trembling, and muttered to himself: "How could this happen... How could this happen!"

However, Lao Gao had already retreated to the corner of the warehouse with his men, and watched coldly as the police pinned Kanta and his men to the ground one by one.

On a tall building in the distance, Su Hanze sat in his car, watching all this quietly through a telescope. He still had that calm and composed smile on his face, as if everything was under his control.

"Kanta finally fell down." Xiaolong sat next to him, unable to hide his excitement, "Brother, this scene has really come to an end!"

"It's not over yet." Su Hanze put down the telescope and looked deeply at the Xiwan warehouse in the night. "Kanta has fallen, but the Jianghu will not be empty. Someone will fill his position sooner or later, and that person will have to be us."

"Brother, what's next?"

"Spread the news. Say that all of Kanta's goods have been seized by the police and the place is completely finished." Su Hanze exhaled a puff of smoke and sneered. "At the same time, send a message to Brother Beer to let him know that he can also make a move in this game."

The storm in the world has subsided temporarily, but the undercurrent is still surging.

The lights of the Haojiang River were still bright, and the cargo ships at the docks continued to shuttle back and forth, as if nothing had happened. But everyone knew that Kanta's fall meant a new storm was about to begin.

Su Hanze stood on the top floor of the warehouse at the port, looking at the busy scene at the dock. The night wind ruffled his hair, but his mood was as calm as the sea. He lowered his head and lit a cigarette. His smile became more obvious amid the smoke.

"Brother, Kanta is down, this time we can say we have won a great victory." Xiaolong stood behind him and said proudly.

"Win?" Su Hanze turned around, narrowed his eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. "Xiaolong, don't be so anxious to draw conclusions. There is no end to the victory or defeat in the martial arts world. You saw Kanta fall, but in the next second, a new situation will begin. In this storm, the person who survives to the end is the real winner."

Xiaolong scratched his head, looking thoughtful: "Brother, what should we do next? Kanta's people have already fled in all directions, and only a few places are left vacant. Do you want us to..."

"The best strategy is to leave the place empty and no one dares to take it over." Su Hanze raised his hand and flicked the cigarette butt away. The night wind blew and the ashes were blown away in the darkness. "Let someone spread the word that there are still 'account books' in Kanta's old place. Whoever dares to take over will be waiting for the police to come and have tea."

"Great! Brother Hanze, this is a great move!" Xiaolong clapped his hands fiercely. "If no one takes over Kanta's mess, the place will continue to be in chaos. By then, those people will not be able to find a backbone, and sooner or later they will deliver themselves to the door."

"So, victory in the martial arts world is never achieved with fists, but with scheming." Su Hanze smiled faintly and patted Xiaolong on the shoulder. "Steady our brothers and tell them that we will slowly take over after the storm has passed."

"Understood! I'll arrange it right away!" Xiaolong took the order and left.

At this time in Hong Kong, undercurrents were surging, but on the surface, it was still a place of feasting and revelry.

In a nightclub in Mong Kok, Lu Dongpi was sitting on the sofa in a private room, with a box of beer under his feet, a cigarette in his hand and a smile on his face.

"The Kanta incident has caused such a big stir that the martial arts world is in chaos now." Lu Dongpi said to the younger brother beside him with a smile, "However, at a time like this, whoever does not take action will be the biggest winner."

"Brother Pi, do you mean... that we should also take action?" the younger brother asked excitedly.

"Take action?" Lu Dongpi glared at him fiercely. "Are you crazy? If you take action now, wouldn't that be courting death? It's obvious that Su Hanze has already set up the trap. Fence-sitters like us have to wait for him to come to us."

"But Brother Pi, if Su Hanze leaves us alone, won't we be at a disadvantage?"

"Suffer a loss?" Lu Dongpi laughed and shook off the ashes. "Who dares to suffer a loss from me, Lu Dongpi? Remember, this world is like a pot. Whoever controls the heat well can cook the meat."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the box was pushed open, and a young man with a greasy face and a flattering smile walked in: "Brother Pi, Brother Hanze sent someone to deliver a message, saying that he wants to invite you to have a cup of tea at the Regent Hotel in Tsim Sha Tsui tomorrow night."

"You're here?" Lu Dongpi's eyes lit up slightly, and then he waved his hand pretending to be calm: "Okay, tell Su Hanze that I, Lu Dongpi, will give him face and arrive on time tomorrow night."

"Yes! Brother Beer!" The young man nodded and bowed and retreated.

Lu Dongpi watched the man's back as he left, cigarette in mouth, smiling like an old fox: "Hanze, Hanze, you're finally here. But, how can it be so easy for me, Lu Dongpi, to stand up for you?"

The next night, in the private room on the top floor of the Regent Hotel, Su Hanze, wearing a neat suit, sat leisurely at a round table, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, shaking it slowly.

The door of the private room was pushed open, and Lu Dongpi, wearing a flowered shirt, walked in leisurely, followed by several younger brothers. As soon as he entered the room, he smiled and said, "Hey, Hanze, you are making such a big show. I almost thought I was in the wrong place."

"Brother Pi, please sit down." Su Hanze smiled slightly and gestured with his hand.

Lu Dongpi sat down carelessly, took a glass of wine, took a sip, raised his eyebrows and said, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"Brother Beer, you know more about the affairs of the underworld than I do. Kanta has fallen, but his territory is left vacant. Someone has to take over, right?" Su Hanze's tone was calm, but his eyes carried a hint of deep meaning.

"Oh?" Lu Dongpi narrowed his eyes and smiled, "From what you said, you want me to help you pave the way?"

"You're not helping me, you're helping yourself." Su Hanze said slowly, "Nowadays, everyone is eyeing Kanta's mess, but no one dares to take over, because whoever takes over will have to clean up the mess. However, if Brother Beer is willing to step forward, we can turn this mess into a happy ending for everyone."

"Everyone is happy?" Lu Dongpi sneered, "Han Ze, you have a big plan. You want me to take the lead and stabilize your business?"

"Brother Beer, you are wrong." Su Hanze smiled slightly, his eyes sharp, "This is not my place, it is our place."

Lu Dongpi was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Good boy, you actually know how to win people's hearts. However, I, Lu Dongpi, am not someone who can be fooled easily. We need to talk about this matter slowly." "No problem." Su Hanze raised his glass, "Brother Beer, let's talk slowly, slowly."

The two smiled at each other, and the red wine in their glasses clinked gently, making a crisp sound.

A few days later, Kanta's remaining gang members were almost completely wiped out everywhere, and news began to spread in the underworld that some of Kanta's old places had been secretly taken over by others, and the person behind the scenes was Su Hanze.

"Brother, Brother Beer has agreed to help us stabilize those places in Kowloon." Xiaolong ran into the office excitedly, his face full of excitement.

"Okay." Su Hanze nodded, his face normal, but a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Kowloon is Kanta's last foundation. If we stabilize it, Kanta's people will completely lose their confidence."

"So what should we do next?" Xiaolong couldn't help but ask.

"What's next?" Su Hanze smiled and said slowly, "Next, we just wait quietly for those people from the underworld to come to us on their own."

Xiaolong was stunned: "Brother, what do you mean?"

"It's very simple." Su Hanze stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the night view of the entire Haojiang River. "The current Jianghu may seem calm on the surface, but it's actually a mess. Those small places without backing, those brothers without a backbone, will sooner or later look for someone to rely on. And I am their best choice."

"Great! Brother Hanze!" Xiaolong gave a thumbs up, "Your method is just like playing chess, steady, accurate and ruthless!"

"The world of martial arts is like a game of chess, and the winner is the king." Su Hanze said softly, his eyes deep and calm.

The cranes at the port were still operating, and the sea breeze blew gently across the dock, bringing with it a hint of salty smell. Su Hanze stood on the high platform, overlooking the busy scene, with a faint smile on his face.

Su Hanze sat in a private room on the second floor of the teahouse, holding a cup of iced lemon tea in his hand, his feet lightly stepping on the chair legs, his eyes were somewhat leisurely, but also revealed a hint of shrewdness that could not be concealed. He looked at the bustling crowd on the street outside the window, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his smile was quite meaningful.

"Brother, we have stabilized Kanta's territory. Several small leaders in Kowloon are willing to submit to us. There is no need to make trouble for those remaining stragglers." Xiaolong ran up excitedly, his mouth almost reaching behind his ears.

"Submit?" Su Hanze raised his head, smiled and shook his head, "Xiaolong, no one surrenders sincerely these days. Don't be fooled by their smiling faces and their words as if they are sworn brothers. Once they have saved enough money in their pockets, their knees will straighten immediately."

When Xiaolong heard this, he scratched his head and looked silly: "Brother, what should we do? Let them kneel longer?"

"Kneel?" Su Hanze laughed and took a sip of the iced lemon tea. "In the underworld, if you make someone kneel for a long time, their legs will become numb. Once they stand up, they will walk more steadily. So, instead of making them kneel, we should make them develop the habit of sitting down."

"Sit down?" Xiaolong looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"Give them some soup." Su Hanze said lightly, his eyes still fixed on the downstairs. "Some people only eat steamed buns, so they will never think of stealing other people's meat. But if you let them taste a little meat, they will want to hold your pot."

"Brother, you are really great!" Xiaolong gave a thumbs up, "We have to be the boss of the underworld, and these little guys are all relying on us."

"That's about it." Su Hanze smiled, put down the teacup, and a meaningful light flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, in a mahjong parlor in Mong Kok, Lu Dongpi was smoking a cigarette and holding a deck of mahjong tiles, cursing, "Fuck you! I just asked for three barrels, and now you give me four barrels. Is your machine deliberately trying to trick me?"

"Brother Beer, who dares to mess with you?" The younger brother next to him held back his laughter and handed him a bottle of beer.

"Who dares to mess with me? Humph, the person who is going to mess with me hasn't even been born yet!" Lu Dongpi slapped the table arrogantly. Just as he was about to draw a card, the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open. A young man wearing sunglasses came in and whispered, "Brother Pi, Su Hanze asked you to come over. He said he has something important to discuss with you."

"Looking for me again?" Lu Dongpi's cigarette almost fell to the ground, his expression froze: "This kid has become addicted recently, right? Why does he look for me every few days? Does he want me to be his master?"

"I heard it was about the West Bay Pier."

"Xi Wan?" Lu Dongpi narrowed his eyes slightly, then threw down the mahjong tiles and stood up. "Let's go and see what that kid is up to."

At Xiwan Wharf, the wind was quite strong, making the iron chain on the crane make a clanging sound. Lu Dongpi, holding a cigarette in his mouth and with his hands in his pockets, walked into Su Hanze's office leisurely, sat down, and crossed his legs: "Tell me, what's the matter."

"Brother Pi, you're here just in time." Su Hanze smiled and walked out from behind his desk, holding two cups of coffee in his hands. He handed one to Lu Dongpi, "What do you think of this piece of land in Xiwan?"

"So what? What else can we do? It's just a piece of shabby land." Lu Dongpi took the coffee and shook it. "Don't beat around the bush with me. Just tell me straight. What do you want to do with Xiwan?"

"The site is ruined, but this is the Golden Wharf." Su Hanze leaned against the edge of the table and looked at Lu Dongpi sharply. "Kanta's batch of arms originally came from here. Now that Kanta has collapsed, the fleet and route here are vacant."

Lu Dongpi's eyes lit up slightly, but then he chuckled and squinted his eyes and said, "You want to take over Xiwan, and use me as a shield?"

"Brother Pi, what's the shield here?" Su Hanze smiled innocently, "I just want to cooperate with you. Xiwan is profitable, but also troublesome. I can't swallow it all in one go. You have to help me fill this big pot, right?"

"You are a good talker." Lu Dongpi glared at him and said with a grin, "Okay, I'll help you stabilize Xiwan, but you have to remember that you have to give me 30%."

"30%?" Su Hanze raised his eyebrows slightly, and curled his lips. "Brother Pi, I've never seen anyone as polite as you."

"Humph, it's the rule of the underworld that people don't beat around the bush. Thirty percent can't be any less, otherwise I won't play with you in this game."

"Okay!" Su Hanze patted the table. "30% is 30%. With Brother Beer's help in Xiwan, I can save a lot of effort."

The two smiled at each other and clinked their coffee cups tacitly.

The news about Xiwan Wharf spread quickly, and spread like wildfire in the underworld. Some said Su Hanze wanted to expand, some said Lu Dongpi wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to get a piece of the pie, and some said the two would fall out sooner or later.

(End of this chapter)