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

Chapter 247: You'd better restrain yourself about Xiwan
His brows furrowed slightly, and his intuition told him that this place had been targeted.

"Xiaolong!" Su Hanze raised his hand and greeted him.

Xiaolong walked over quickly, his face serious: "Boss Su, what's the matter?"

"Keep an eye on those unfamiliar faces in the field." Su Hanze lowered his voice, "Don't alert them, see what they want to do."

Xiaolong nodded, turned around and blended into the crowd, quickly disappearing in the lights and noise.

Su Hanze looked at his watch. The timeline of the boxing gym had reached 10 pm, and the next match was half an hour away. At this time, Mr. Zhao sent someone to deliver a bottle of high-end foreign wine and placed it on the backstage table. Along with the wine, there was also a note: "Mr. Su, thank you for your hard work tonight. I have a new plan tomorrow and I want to talk to you about it."

Su Hanze looked at the note, sneered, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can. He knew Mr. Zhao's routine. This man smiled on the surface, but he didn't know what he was thinking behind the scenes. Cooperation was only temporary, and sooner or later he would have to fight his way out of this mess.

At this moment, Xiaolong suddenly squeezed back from the crowd, his face pale, and he leaned close to Su Hanze's ear, panting: "Boss Su, something happened! Young Master Jin's men have blocked a few brothers who were watching the scene outside, and someone is injured."

Su Hanze's eyes turned cold, and he stood up straight abruptly: "Go and have a look."

He strode through the backstage, pushed open the side door, and saw the chaos outside. Several Xiwan brothers were leaning against the wall, one of them had blood all over his face, and his arm was hanging limply by his side, apparently dislocated. Standing opposite were several of Jin Shao's men, each holding an iron rod and a machete in their hands, with arrogant smiles on their faces.

The leading man spat and sneered, "Su Hanze, you're opening a boxing gym here? You must be tired of living. Master Jin asked us to tell you that you have no right to defend Xiwan's territory, let alone play in it."

Su Hanze didn't say anything, staring at the man with a cold gaze. He knew that Young Master Jin's move was to deliberately stir up trouble, to let Mr. Zhao know that he, Su Hanze, couldn't control the situation at all.

"Go back and tell Young Master Jin," Su Hanze spoke slowly, his voice low but chilling, "It's not his turn to speak about Xiwan's affairs."

The smile on the man's face froze, and then he raised his hand and waved, leading his men away. There was still a pool of blood and a smashed wooden box on the ground, and the air was filled with a dull atmosphere after the violence.

Ah Liu gritted his teeth and whispered, "Boss Su, Young Master Jin is clearly not giving you face. If Mr. Zhao knew about this, he would definitely be suspicious."

Su Hanze narrowed his eyes, watching the disappearing figures of the group of people in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "Young Master Jin is getting anxious, which means he is also starting to get scared."

"Then what happens next?"

"Inform the brothers to keep quiet about what happened tonight." Su Hanze's voice was as cold as ice. "We can't mess up the situation in the field. We'll settle the score tomorrow."

As the night deepened, the boxing hall was still noisy, but the wind in West Bay had changed, the undercurrent was getting stronger and stronger, and everyone felt a suppressed and oppressive murderous aura.

Su Hanze stood at the door of the boxing gym, looked up at the dark sky, his eyes calm. He knew that in the next round, both Jin Shao and Mr. Zhao would make moves, and he had to move faster to survive.

At three o'clock in the morning, the noise in the boxing hall finally faded away. The originally crazy audience retreated like a tide, and only a few staff members were left in the hall to clean up the mess.

Blood, cigarette butts, and broken bottles were scattered on the ground. The air was filled with the smell of sweat and cheap alcohol, which was oppressive and suffocating. Su Hanze stood at the edge of the ring, his hands in his suit pockets, his eyes fixed on the center of the ring that was beaten to pieces.

"Xiaolong, call all the brothers back." His voice was not loud, but as calm as if it had been fished out of ice water.

"Boss Su, now?" Xiaolong was a little surprised. "At this time, everyone is so tired that they are about to fall down."

"Now." Su Hanze turned around, his eyes sharp as a knife, "Mr. Jin's people are deliberately looking for trouble. Mr. Zhao's place has been in chaos again today. I want them to know that we in Xiwan can still stand."

Xiaolong nodded and turned to call for help. Ah Liu leaned on a chair beside him, beads of sweat still oozing from his forehead. He looked at Su Hanze and hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Boss Su, Young Master Jin really wants to fight you this time. He knows that Mr. Zhao has handed over the place to you, and he is deliberately showing it to Mr. Zhao to let him know that you can't control the place."

"He did it on purpose, but I can't back down." Su Hanze's voice was filled with deep stubbornness. "If I back down now, what will Mr. Zhao think of me? What will Young Master Jin think of me? What will the brothers in Xiwan think of me? We have held on until now because of this breath."

Ah Liu was silent, his eyes flashing with complex emotions. He knew Su Hanze's character very well. Xiwan could hold on until now, all thanks to Su Hanze's toughness. But Young Master Jin and Mr. Zhao were both lunatics and venomous snakes. To confront them was tantamount to gambling with one's life.

Soon, Xiaolong returned with a dozen Xiwan brothers, they looked exhausted, but their faces showed a kind of suppressed anger. Among them were several brothers who were injured by Jin Shao's men, some of them still had gauze wrapped around their shoulders, and their clothes were stained with dried blood.

"Boss Su, the brothers are here." Xiaolong lowered his voice and stood aside.

Su Hanze slowly scanned the people in front of him. Each of them had a tired look in their eyes, but the fighting spirit that had never been extinguished was still there. He took a deep breath and said, "Brothers, you have seen what happened today. Young Master Jin's people deliberately made trouble and beat our brothers. They also said that we can't defend the territory of Xiwan."

Several people clenched their fists, their eyes filled with anger, and someone cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, this is too much!"

"Yes, Young Master Jin is arrogant, but his arrogance doesn't mean we have to bow down." Su Hanze's eyes swept over everyone, his voice as steady as a stone that had been deposited in his chest for years, "Xiwan's roots are here, and this boxing gym belongs to the Zhao family. Since we agreed to watch the place, we have to watch it. Young Master Jin is waiting to see us lose face, and I won't let him get his wish."

Ah Liu couldn't help but interrupt: "But the people behind Young Master Jin are stronger than us. He is not afraid of Mr. Zhao."

"Mr. Zhao won't do anything, but we can't let him think I can't control him." Su Hanze turned to look at Ah Liu, his eyes cold and firm, "Mr. Zhao is watching the result. Young Master Jin is making trouble, we let him finish it, and we will retaliate every time he makes trouble."

After saying that, he looked at Xiaolong and said, "Tomorrow, divide the people into two groups. One group will keep an eye on the entrance and exit of the restaurant, and the other group will follow me to Xiwan. If Young Master Jin's people dare to come over again, we will use courtesy first and then force. If they don't obey, we will destroy them."

Xiaolong was stunned for a moment, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes: "I understand, Boss Su."

Ah Liu frowned and lowered his voice, "Boss Su, if this continues, something bad will happen sooner or later. When Young Master Jin's people go crazy, they don't follow the rules." "Rules?" Su Hanze sneered, his eyes cold, "There are no rules on this road for a long time. If he doesn't follow the rules, I won't indulge him."

There was silence in the air for a moment, and the brothers exchanged glances, with a fierce look in their eyes. Su Hanze knew that they had been holding their anger for too long and needed an outlet. The brothers of Xiwan could lose, but they could not lose shamefully.

The next morning, the sun shone through the thick clouds outside the boxing arena, shining on the wet marks on the ground. Su Hanze stood outside the arena, his eyes swept around coldly.

Xiaolong and a group of people were guarding the entrance, all of them were alert and ready to take action at any time. Ah Liu stood aside, with a cigarette in his mouth, looking around from time to time, as if waiting for something.

Near noon, several black vans slowly stopped outside the boxing gym. As the doors opened, Jin Shao's men filed out, led by the man who had caused trouble last night.

With a provocative smile on his face, he pointed at the boxing gym and shouted arrogantly, "Su Hanze, you really dare to guard this broken place? Mr. Jin asked me to tell you something. Get out of here if you know what's best for you. This is not your place to run."

Xiaolong clenched his fists, his eyes almost spitting fire. Su Hanze raised his hand to stop him, his eyes fell on the man indifferently: "Go back and tell Young Master Jin that it is not his turn to make decisions here."

The man was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Su Hanze, you are really not afraid of death! Okay, brothers, smash it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Shao's men grabbed sticks from the car and rushed to the boxing hall. Xiaolong roared, and Xiwan's brothers immediately rushed over. The two sides fought in a group outside the hall. The sound of iron sticks and fists hitting each other, angry curses, and screams mixed together, and the scene was in chaos.

Su Hanze stood in the back, watching everything with cold eyes. He did not take action, but the murderous intent permeated the entire place. Although Jin Shao's men were outnumbered, Xiwan's brothers had already been holding back their anger, and they fought desperately, and several people soon fell to the ground.

"Stop!" An angry shout came from a distance. Several police cars drove slowly over. Inspector Fang got out of the car with a gloomy face.

"Inspector Fang, why are you here?" Jin Shao's men's faces changed slightly and they asked awkwardly.

Inspector Fang ignored him and walked directly to Su Hanze, saying coldly, "Su Hanze, what are you doing? This is Mr. Zhao's place, how dare you cause trouble here?"

"Inspector Fang," Su Hanze gave him a cold look, "Someone wants to mess up the place, so I have to defend it."

Inspector Fang's eyes turned cold, and his gaze fell on the people lying on the ground groaning. Then he raised his hand and waved: "Take them all back!"

The scene suddenly became chaotic. Jin Shao's men were put into the police car, and several of Xiwan's brothers were taken away. Inspector Fang looked back at Su Hanze, with a warning in his voice: "You'd better restrain yourself from Xiwan's affairs."

"Constrain yourself?" Su Hanze looked at him with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. "You should go and talk to Master Jin instead of coming here to teach me how to behave."

Inspector Fang's face darkened, he snorted coldly, turned around and got into the police car.

The outside of the field gradually became quiet, leaving only a few pools of dried blood and a mess. Ah Liu stood beside Su Hanze and whispered, "Boss Su, if this gets to Mr. Zhao's ears, I'm afraid there will be trouble."

"The trouble has already come." Su Hanze looked into the distance with a gaze as cold as ice, "Now it's just the beginning."

Inside the abandoned old shipyard, the oil lamps flickered dimly, the light and shadows flickered, illuminating the dried bloodstains and scattered tools on the ground.

Ah Liu sat in a corner, holding a nearly burnt cigarette in his mouth, staring at the old-fashioned wall clock, the hands of which were approaching midnight. His fingers tapped the iron bucket unconsciously, the sound was light but full of anxiety.

"Boss Su, Mr. Zhao's people said that you need to go to the Seaview Hotel tomorrow." Ah Liu looked up at Su Hanze who was standing silently by the window.

Su Hanze had his back to him. Outside the window was a dark sea, with the occasional flash of lights from ships. The conflict at the boxing gym during the day was suppressed by Inspector Fang. Jin Shao's men were taken away, and a few of Xiwan's brothers were also killed. But everyone knew that this was only a temporary calm. Jin Shao would not give up, and Mr. Zhao would probably take the opportunity to give him a warning.

"Sea View Hotel?" Su Hanze repeated indifferently, his voice as cold as a knife.

Ah Liu nodded, his expression somewhat unnatural: "Mr. Zhao asked you to go over and explain what happened today... Young Master Jin went to the boxing gym to make trouble, Mr. Zhao must be angry."

Su Hanze turned around slowly and looked at Ah Liu: "Explanation? He doesn't want an explanation, he wants an attitude."

"Then let's..." Ah Liu hesitated, with a hint of uneasiness on his face.

"Go, I'll go tomorrow." Su Hanze's voice was still calm, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

Ah Liu was a little anxious: "Boss Su, Mr. Zhao is not a reasonable person. He backed us up in the matter of Young Master Jin, but the police intervened. Mr. Zhao must be looking for someone to take the blame."

"Take the blame? He thinks too simply." Su Hanze sneered, turned and walked to the wooden table, lit the last cigarette in the cigarette box, took a deep breath, and his eyes were so deep that he couldn't see through it. "Mr. Zhao knows who is the chess piece in this game better than anyone else. Young Master Jin's trouble just gave him an excuse. I will go to see him tomorrow to let him see if I, Su Hanze, am a waste."

"But what about Young Master Jin?" Ah Liu asked anxiously, "He didn't get any benefits this time, so he will definitely continue to cause trouble next time."

"Let him come." Su Hanze exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes cold, "No matter how arrogant Young Master Jin is, he can't be more arrogant than his backers. We are now guarding the boxing arena, which has already made Mr. Zhao's bottom line clear. As for Young Master Jin, he doesn't have that many chips to play with us."

Ah Liu looked at Su Hanze's calmness, and his anxiety was slightly relieved. He knew that Su Hanze's ruthlessness and steadiness were the reasons why Xiwan could survive until today, but he also understood that this storm was not over yet.

After a sleepless night, the next morning, the lobby of the Seaview Hotel was magnificent. Su Hanze, wearing his neatly ironed suit, walked into the elevator with one hand in his pocket, looking calm.

(End of this chapter)