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

Chapter 248 Guarding the Field is My Job

The hotel waiter lowered his head, as if sensing some unusual atmosphere and did not dare to look him in the face.

Mr. Zhao was waiting for him in a private box on the top floor. The decoration in the room was extremely luxurious. The golden chandelier illuminated the room brightly. Outside the window was the view of Victoria Harbour. The tranquil scene formed a sharp contrast with the atmosphere at the moment.

"Mr. Su, you're here." Mr. Zhao was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, with a faint smile on his face. Beside him stood two bodyguards in suits with serious expressions.

Su Hanze walked to the opposite side of the sofa, looked straight at Mr. Zhao, and said lightly: "Of course I have to give Mr. Zhao face."

Mr. Zhao smiled and tapped the coffee table with his fingers. His voice was gentle but with a hint of oppression: "Mr. Su, I already know what happened yesterday. Young Master Jin's people came to mess up the place, which was too outrageous, but you, on your side, were too disrespectful to me."

"Mr. Zhao, I gave you face, but Young Master Jin didn't." Su Hanze's eyes were like torches, and his tone was cold. "I defended the place and let the police come, but his people were still taken away. Isn't this giving you face?"

"A fight for face?" Mr. Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes a little sharp, "Mr. Su, do you know how many people are betting on this boxing match behind the scenes? You've made a big fuss. The police came to take people away today. Will they close the boxing match tomorrow? If they close the boxing match, what else can you protect?"

"It wasn't me who closed the gym, it was Young Master Jin." Su Hanze replied calmly, "I'm here to protect the place, not to save face. Young Master Jin is causing trouble. If he dares to come once today, he will come again tomorrow. If Mr. Zhao wants to see a boxing gym that has been smashed to pieces, I can return the key to you now."

Mr. Zhao looked at him, his smile gradually faded, and he gently put the coffee cup back on the table with a crisp sound. The room was quiet for a few seconds, with only the sound of the wind blowing through the window.

"Mr. Su, you are really tough." Mr. Zhao suddenly smiled, with a hint of inexplicable meaning in his eyes, "But I like dealing with tough people. I'll leave this restaurant to you, but I hope that next time, this kind of chaos won't happen again."

Su Hanze nodded slightly, his eyes still cold: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhao, if Young Master Jin wants to make trouble, I will make him pay the price."

"Okay." Mr. Zhao smiled again and raised his hand to signal the bodyguard beside him, "Let Mr. Su's brothers do their work with peace of mind. I, Zhao, abide by the rules."

Su Hanze said nothing more. He stood up and walked towards the door. Mr. Zhao's laughter seemed to still echo behind him, but there was an indescribable chill in that laughter.

Mr. Zhao just put the account aside temporarily, but in Mr. Zhao's eyes, he was just a chess piece that could be used. In this game in Xiwan, he was still standing at the center of the storm.

When he walked out of the Seaview Hotel, Ah Liu was already waiting for him by the car. When he saw Su Hanze coming out, he quickly went up to him and said, "Boss Su, how is it?"

"It's all right for now." Su Hanze opened the car door, got in, and looked ahead calmly. "Notify the brothers to keep a close eye on the boxing arena. Don't let anything go wrong again."

Ah Liu sat in the driver's seat, nodded, stepped on the accelerator, and drove into the crowded streets of Kowloon. The streets were still bustling, as if nothing had happened, but Su Hanze knew that this was just a moment of calm before the storm. Young Master Jin would not give up, and Mr. Zhao would not always tolerate him controlling the place, and Xiwan was still the bone that everyone was fighting for.

When they returned to the boxing arena, the brothers were busy cleaning the venue. Xiaolong saw Su Hanze and immediately ran over: "Boss Su, did Mr. Zhao give you any trouble?"

"It's okay." Su Hanze said calmly, his eyes swept across the venue, his voice low but powerful, "Brothers, you've worked hard. From now on, we will defend the venue. If Young Master Jin's men dare to come again, I won't let them leave."

Xiaolong nodded heavily, with a hint of cruelty in his eyes.

The wind in Xiwan was still blowing, but the atmosphere outside the boxing gym began to change. After hearing that Jin Shao's men had been beaten back, several local tyrants and foreign boxers began to approach Xiwan intentionally or unintentionally, watching the future of this territory.

Su Hanze stood on the second floor of the boxing gym, holding a cigarette in his hand, looking coldly at the street in the distance. The lights were swaying, and every corner of the street was filled with an unspeakable danger.

Young Master Jin will not give up, Mr. Zhao will not give up easily, and he, Su Hanze, has no way out.

The damp and cold wind, carrying the smell of the sea, blew through the abandoned shipyard, making the broken iron roof rustle.

The lights in the boxing gym were still on, and the neon lights on the streets in the distance were blurry and flickering, like ghosts in the city at night. Su Hanze stood at the window on the second floor, holding a cigarette in his hand, looking at the gradually deserted streets outside. His eyes were cold and deep, but his thoughts had already drifted far away.

Everyone knows Jin Shao's background. He is good at eating, drinking and having fun. He recently opened a zoo for wild animals and his business is booming. Everyone knows that besides fists, that place is also a black hole that swallows up money.

Young Master Jin's ruthlessness is well-known. Not only does he dare to bribe the cops, he even dares to move against the police's spies. Such a person is definitely not a simple "dandy boy".

Su Hanze extinguished the cigarette in his hand and flicked the ashes out of the window. Ah Liu came up at some point and stood behind him, speaking in a low voice: "Boss Su, there are a few unfamiliar faces outside. They are probably sent by Young Master Jin to keep an eye on the scene."

"I know." Su Hanze still looked out the window, his tone so calm that no fluctuations could be heard. "They dared to come openly because they wanted to let Mr. Zhao know that we can't hold this place."

Ah Liu frowned, walked to the side, pulled out a chair and sat down, whispering: "Young Master Jin has really set his sights on us this time. As soon as his men were taken away, they were replaced with a new batch. They are trying to wear down our momentum bit by bit."

"Polished?" Su Hanze sneered, his voice was a little chilly, "Does he think Mr. Zhao will always spoil him? Although Young Master Jin has a strong background, in his father's eyes, Young Master Jin is just a chess piece that can make money. The casino business is based on rules. He is so crazy that he will get himself killed sooner or later."

"But now, Zhao has no intention of taking action." Ah Liu couldn't help but say, "He wants us to take the responsibility, but can we? The brothers are working around the clock, and the boxing gym depends on us to guard it. If Young Master Jin sends groups of people to cause trouble, it will be a big mess sooner or later."

Su Hanze turned his head and looked at Ah Liu calmly: "Mr. Zhao is not standing still, he is still waiting. He is waiting for me to give up, for Young Master Jin to completely crush us, and then he will throw us out and replace us with someone more obedient."

Ah Liu was stunned and didn't speak for a long time, with a look of despair on his face: "What should we do now?"

"Hold on first." Su Hanze's voice was not loud, but it was filled with an unquestionable coldness. "As long as we hold on to this place, no matter how arrogant Young Master Jin is, Mr. Zhao won't be able to get rid of me easily. When the time comes, he will have to stand up and give an explanation." "I understand." Ah Liu sighed and raised his hand to rub the tiredness on his face. "Brothers, work hard. As long as we can hold on, we can still breathe a sigh of relief."

Su Hanze did not respond, but turned around and looked at the gradually quiet street, but a hint of uneasiness rose in his heart. In this game, he knew that he was just a chess piece on the board, but he had to stay alive, to have a chance to turn the tables.

The next morning, at the entrance of the boxing gym, several Xiwan brothers were chatting and lighting cigarettes, with cigarette butts trampled all over the floor. The gym was silent, with cleaners coming and going, and the air still smelled of last night's alcohol and sweat.

"Boss Su, the person has arrived." Xiaolong's voice came from behind. He quickly walked to Su Hanze's side and lowered his voice, "It's a man named Zhao. He said he's here for inspection."

Su Hanze's eyes turned cold, he nodded, and followed Xiaolong to the entrance of the museum. Three black commercial vehicles parked steadily, the doors opened, and Mr. Zhao's bodyguard got out first, looking around sharply, and then Mr. Zhao slowly walked down, leaning on an ebony cane, wearing a straight suit, with a faint smile on his face.

"Mr. Su, you worked hard last night." Mr. Zhao stepped closer, his eyes scrutinizing and testing, "I heard that Young Master Jin's people came to cause trouble again."

"Mr. Zhao is well-informed." Su Hanze replied calmly, looking at him without giving in. "But the place is not in chaos. My people are holding it."

Mr. Zhao's smile deepened a little, and he nodded: "Mr. Su is indeed courageous. However, this restaurant is not owned by you alone. If something goes wrong, I can't explain it to those big bosses."

"If anything goes wrong, I'll take it on myself." Su Hanze's voice was low and his eyes were sharp as knives. "But Mr. Zhao has also seen that someone is eyeing this place. I've been able to hold on until today, not relying on my reputation."

Mr. Zhao smiled, patted the cane in his hand gently, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Su, I will talk to you about Mr. Jin's matter, but you can't live too peacefully. Everyone is watching Xiwan. Since I handed the place over to you, I hope to see results, not trouble."

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhao. It's my job to guard the place." Su Hanze said calmly, "I can handle the trouble, but I hope Mr. Zhao can give me some time."

Mr. Zhao's eyes fell on Su Hanze's face, as if he was weighing something. After a moment, he smiled slightly, and said meaningfully: "Time... I'll give it to you. But Mr. Su, remember, if there is a big mess in the boxing gym, I will have to replace you."

After saying that, Mr. Zhao turned and left. The black business car slowly drove out of the boxing hall, leaving behind a gust of cold wind that blew up the dust on the ground.

Xiaolong couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, Zhao is testing us. He's clearly waiting for us to get into trouble and then put the blame on us!"

Su Hanze did not speak, his expression was calm as usual, but his eyes revealed a hidden chill. He knew Mr. Zhao's plan, but he was not qualified to throw the cards now. Mr. Jin's madness and Mr. Zhao's cold eyes mixed together, making him breathless, but he could not retreat, because the brothers in Xiwan were all watching him.

Young Master Jin didn't let Su Hanze wait too long. At three o'clock in the afternoon, not long after the boxing gym opened, the roar of an engine was heard from the street outside the gym.

Modified sports cars parked outside the museum, the doors opened, and a dozen young men in fancy clothes jumped out of the cars, led by none other than Mr. Jin. He wore a well-tailored white suit, his hair was slicked back, and he had a valuable gold watch on his wrist. He had a frivolous smile, but his eyes revealed a hint of cruelty that could not be concealed.

"Su Hanze, I heard that you've been quite impressive lately." Young Master Jin walked into the boxing gym, his voice deliberately low, but loud enough for everyone to hear clearly, "You're really brave to hit even my people."

The brothers from Xiwan immediately gathered around, staring at the group of people behind Jin Shao, their fists clenched. Xiaolong stood next to Su Hanze and said in a low voice: "Boss Su, this guy is here to cause trouble again, what should we do?"

Su Hanze raised his hand to signal everyone to step back, but he walked towards Young Master Jin and looked at him calmly: "Young Master Jin, your people are causing trouble, and I'm just defending my own place. What's wrong with that?"

Young Master Jin sneered, took a few steps closer, raised his hand and patted Su Hanze on the shoulder: "Guarding the place? You're doing well, but I also heard that Mr. Zhao is not very satisfied. Su Hanze, how long do you think you can hold on?"

"Mr. Jin," Su Hanze's voice was calm and hard, "Just tell me what you want."

Young Master Jin's smile faded a little, his eyes suddenly turned cold, he moved closer, lowered his voice and said, "I've got my eyes on Xiwan's territory, if you hand over the boxing gym, I can give you a way out."

"That's wishful thinking." Su Hanze replied coldly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Then wait and see." A sinister smile appeared on Jin Shao's lips, and then he turned and left. The younger brothers behind him looked at the brothers from Xiwan fiercely with provocative smiles.

Su Hanze stood there, watching Jin Shao's convoy roar away, his eyes becoming increasingly gloomy. He knew that Jin Shao had already torn his face off, and there would definitely be bigger moves next.

Mr. Zhao will never stand idly by. The storm in Xiwan is intensifying, and a real tough battle is waiting for him.

"Xiaolong, call the brothers back. No one is allowed to sleep tonight." Su Hanze's voice was low and cold. "If Young Master Jin wants to take action, let him know that Xiwan's roots are not so easy to uproot."

The streets of Xiwan fell silent again, and the air was filled with an oppressive feeling of impending storm. Su Hanze stood on the second floor of the boxing gym, overlooking the entire Xiwan, his eyes firm and resolute.

He would never let people like Mr. Jin and Mr. Zhao step on his corpse to divide this territory.

Most of the lights in the boxing gym have been turned off, and only a few windows on the second floor are still emitting faint lights, as if struggling against the deep darkness.

Su Hanze sat in the office on the second floor of the boxing gym, his hands on the table, staring coldly at a map on the table.

It was a topographic map of Xiwan, with several densely interlaced red lines marking the freight dock, the old shipyard, and several warehouses with business dealings. His fingertips tapped lightly on the table, and each tap seemed to be a tap on his heart.

(End of this chapter)