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

Chapter 314: Want to turn Hong Kong into chaos?

"Stop pretending!" Ah Biao roared, "This batch of goods is full of white powder, exactly the same as last time! Do you think I'm a fool?"

"White powder?!" Jin Shao stood up suddenly, his voice changed, "Are you kidding? I'd be fucking crazy to do this!"

"You didn't do it?" Ah Biao sneered, "The cargo list says your Dongwan gambling stone field's name, and the goods are from Baishui Mountain. Tell me, who else can do this?"

Jin Shao's mind raced, and he felt something was wrong: "A Biao, don't worry, where is the goods?"

"It's in my hands!" Ah Biao gritted his teeth, "Mr. Jin, you'd better not play tricks, or I will make sure you don't survive in Hong Kong Island!"

"Okay, okay, calm down." Jin Shaoqiang suppressed his anger, "You take good care of the goods, I'll be there soon, and we can talk it out face to face."

After hanging up the phone, Young Master Jin was so angry that he punched the table and said, "Su Hanze, you fucking tricked me!"

At the same time, Su Hanze's car slowly drove away from the dock. He lit a cigarette with a sneer on his face. Ah Liu sat in the passenger seat and couldn't help asking, "Boss, is there really so much white powder in this shipment?"

"White powder?" Su Hanze laughed. "It's just some flour mixed with some chemicals. It just looks like it."

Ah Liu's eyes widened: "Flour? Boss, this is too cruel!"

"Cruel?" Su Hanze exhaled a puff of smoke. "Young Master Jin wants me to die, so I'll let him have a taste of despair first."

The night in Hong Kong Island was dark, and the lights of the East Bay gambling stone field were still dazzling. Jin Shao stood in the office, pacing back and forth, his face gloomy as if it was about to drip. Zhang Hai stood aside, lowering his head, not daring to breathe.

"Young Master, A Biao called again and asked you to come over quickly." Zhang Hai said cautiously.

"In the past?" Young Master Jin sneered, "Does he really think he is the emperor of Hong Kong Island?"

"But he has the goods..." Zhang Hai reminded in a low voice, "If he really reveals those things, our business will be over."

"Shake it out?" Young Master Jin gritted his teeth. "If he dares to shake it, I will make him pay for it!"

After saying that, he grabbed his coat and strode out of the office, followed by several bodyguards. Zhang Hai looked at his back and felt a chill in his heart. He felt that this scene was getting more and more wrong.

The sea breeze at Wan Chai Pier was freezing cold. Young Master Jin wrapped himself tightly in his windbreaker and stood by the pier, staring intently into the distance. A few minutes later, Ah Biao's car arrived. He got out of the car, followed by several men with fierce faces.

"Mr. Jin, I brought the goods." Ah Biao got straight to the point and pointed at the speedboat behind him, "Look for yourself to see if you did it."

Jin Shao frowned, walked onto the speedboat, and squatted down to check the wooden box. When he saw the plastic bags, his face changed instantly: "What the hell is this?!"

"You're still pretending?" Ah Biao sneered, "These things are exactly the same as last time, and your Dongwan's name is still on the list of goods!"

"I'm not pretending!" Young Master Jin roared, "If this were mine, I'd be fucking crazy to stuff so much in there!"

Ah Biao narrowed his eyes and stared at Young Master Jin for a few seconds. His tone was calm but murderous: "Young Master Jin, I'll give you one more day to find out who did this. If you can't find out, you have to pay for this."

Young Master Jin swallowed his saliva and said with gritted teeth: "Okay, one day at a time!"

Ah Biao said nothing more, turned around and led his men away. Standing at the dock, Jin Shao kicked over the wooden box beside him in anger and cursed, "Su Hanze, I'm not done with you for this!"

The next morning, in the office of Baishuishan Mine, Su Hanze was leisurely drinking coffee and reading a newspaper. The newspaper did not mention what happened at the dock last night, but the rumor in the market had spread that there was a problem with the goods in the Dongwan gambling stone field again.

Ah Liu pushed the door open and came in, grinning from ear to ear: "Boss, people in the market are saying that there is cocaine hidden in Young Master Jin's goods! Now all his customers have run away, and the gambling stone field business is about to fail!"

"Huang?" Su Hanze put down the newspaper and smiled faintly, "He hasn't reached that point yet. However, this time he has to think carefully about who has the final say on this piece of land in Hong Kong Island."

"But as for Ah Biao..." Ah Liu hesitated, "Will he find out about us?"

"Investigate?" Su Hanze sneered, "What he will find is only Young Master Jin's shadow. It is clearly written on the cargo list that the goods are shipped from Dongwan."

Ah Liu patted his thigh and said happily, "Great! Boss, you're playing this way. Young Master Jin will probably be so angry that he will vomit blood!"

"Vomiting blood?" Su Hanze took a sip of coffee, his eyes cold, "He won't die so easily. Next, the real drama begins."

At the same time, in a tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong Island, Lao Li was sitting in a corner, drinking milk tea with his head down. Opposite him sat the young man in a gray jacket, with the brim of his hat pulled even lower.

"Old Li, have you heard about what happened last night?" the young man asked in a low voice, tapping the table with his fingers.

"I heard about it." Old Li raised his head with a complicated look in his eyes, "There was quite a big commotion at the dock. Ah Biao and Young Master Jin almost got into a fight."

"So what do you think?" The young man laughed, with a hint of tentativeness in his tone.

"What do you think?" Old Li snorted, "Both the Su and Jin guys are not easy to deal with. It's not certain who will win or lose in this game."

The young man nodded, took out an envelope from his pocket and pushed it in front of Lao Li: "This is the latest freight route, Baishui Mountain, tonight. If you are interested, you can send it to A Biao."

Old Li took the envelope, glanced at it, frowned and asked, "Who do you belong to, kid?"

"It doesn't matter who he is." The young man smiled a little roguely, "What's important is that this play is not over yet, do you want to make some extra money?"

Lao Li didn't say anything. He stared at the envelope for a few seconds and whispered, "Okay, I'll take it."

The young man got up and left, disappearing into the morning mist outside the tea restaurant. Old Li looked at his back, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes, and whispered to himself: "Hong Kong Island is getting more and more chaotic." Night fell again, and the truck from the Baishuishan Mine slowly drove out, along a remote mountain road, towards the Xiwan Pier. Su Hanze sat in the co-pilot, holding a map in his hand, his brows slightly frowned.

"Boss, is this time's cargo still delivered the same way as before?" the driver asked in a low voice, his eyes occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror.

"The old way?" Su Hanze sneered, "Young Master Jin could never have imagined this way."

The driver didn't dare to ask any more questions and concentrated on driving. Just as the truck disappeared into the night, in a black van in the distance, A Biao was smoking a cigarette, staring at the freight route in his hand, with a sneer on his face.

"Mr. Su, you really know how to have fun." He whispered, "But this time I want to see what other tricks you can come up with."

At night in Hong Kong Island, neon lights illuminate the wet streets with a variety of colors, and the air is filled with the salty smell of the sea breeze and the aroma of smoke from the barbecue stalls. The trucks from the Baishuishan Mine slowly move forward along the rugged mountain road, and the headlights draw a faint arc of light in the darkness. The driver, Lao Wang, grips the steering wheel tightly, fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and his eyes glance at the rearview mirror from time to time, as if he is on guard against something.

Su Hanze sat in the passenger seat, holding a crumpled map in his hand, staring coldly at the road ahead. His fingers tapped the car window lightly, the rhythm was slow but revealed an inexplicable sense of oppression. The car was so quiet that only the low hum of the engine could be heard. Lao Wang finally couldn't help but whispered, "Boss Su, this road... is it really okay? I heard that A Biao's people are keeping a close eye on Xiwan recently."

"Watching closely?" Su Hanze sneered, folded up the map and stuffed it into his pocket. "No matter how closely he watches, he is just a blind dog."

Lao Wang swallowed his saliva and didn't dare to ask any more questions. He knew Su Hanze's temper. This boss never fought a battle that he was not sure of. But tonight's cargo was too sensitive - a whole truck of jadeite raw stones, which was very valuable. If something went wrong, the mine would be in trouble.

"Brother Wang, concentrate on driving." Su Hanze lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke. "I have already paved the way for tonight."

Lao Wang nodded, gripped the steering wheel tightly, and the car continued to move forward in the night. Just as the truck disappeared at the end of the mountain road, several dark shadows moved silently in the woods in the distance. The bald man in the lead was holding a cigarette and a walkie-talkie in his hand, and whispered: "Brother Biao, the truck has entered our circle, it's not moving fast, it seems that it didn't notice."

A Biao's hoarse voice came from the intercom: "Don't act rashly, first confirm whether the goods are genuine. Su is cunning, don't be just an empty shell."

"Understood." The bald man put out his cigarette and winked at his men nearby, "Go, get closer and see what's in the car."

Several men nodded and crouched down to approach the mountain road. They hid in the bushes on the side of the road and observed the movement of the truck in the moonlight. The canvas on the back of the truck was tightly covered, and the outline of the wooden box could be vaguely seen. The bald man narrowed his eyes and whispered to himself: "Su, what tricks can you play this time?"

At the same time, in the second-floor office of the Dongwan gambling stone field, Young Master Jin was leaning on the sofa, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, his face as gloomy as the dark clouds before a storm. Zhang Hai stood in front of him, with his head down, holding a piece of intelligence he had just received, and his voice was cautious: "Master, A Biao has already taken action, and the trucks at Baishui Mountain are unlikely to escape tonight."

"Can't run away?" Young Master Jin snorted coldly and put the wine glass on the table. "No matter how much Su Hanze runs, he can't escape from my palm."

"But..." Zhang Hai hesitated for a moment and lowered his voice, "Master, A Biao is not easy to control. He still insisted on the last incident with the goods, saying that we were playing tricks on him."

"Playing tricks on him?" Young Master Jin sneered, "Doesn't he just want money? Tell him that if we intercept this batch of goods, he will get the money."

Zhang Hai wiped the sweat from his forehead and reminded quietly: "But he seems to not trust us anymore. He said that if there are any problems with this batch of goods again, he will turn against us."

"Falling out?" Young Master Jin narrowed his eyes, his tone revealing disdain, "Who the hell is Ah Biao? Without me, Young Master Jin, he wouldn't even be able to eat in Xiwan!"

Zhang Hai did not dare to answer, but stood aside with his head down, but he was muttering in his heart. Young Master Jin's temper has been getting more and more irritable these days, and the market's doubts about the gambling stone field are getting louder and louder. Ah Biao is a man who eats people without leaving any bones. This drama is likely to end badly.

At the same time, in a dim little bar in Wan Chai, Lao Li was sitting in a booth in the corner, holding a glass of beer in his hand, staring at the envelope on the table with complicated eyes. Opposite him sat the young man in a gray jacket, with the brim of his hat pulled down low and a rogue smile on his face.

"Old Li, have you arranged the cargo?" the young man asked in a low voice, tapping the table with his fingers.

"It's arranged." Old Li raised his head, his tone a little impatient, "I have already given the cargo list to A Biao, and he also knows the route tonight. What on earth do you want to do, kid?"

"What?" The young man laughed and took a sip of beer. "Old Li, you are well-informed. You should know that Young Master Jin and Su Hanze are fighting like two mad dogs. I just want to make this scene more exciting."

"Lively?" Old Li snorted, "You want to make Hong Kong Island a mess, right?"

"It's better to be more chaotic." The young man shrugged. "When it's chaotic, there are more opportunities. Don't you think so?"

Old Li didn't say anything. He stared at the young man for a few seconds and whispered, "Who do you belong to, kid? Don't tell me you're really an errand boy."

"It doesn't matter who you are." The young man laughed even more roguely, "What's important is, do you want to make some extra money? Tonight's cargo is a big deal."

Old Li frowned and tapped the envelope with his fingers: "I'm already deeply involved in this matter, what else do you want me to do?"

"It's very simple." The young man lowered his voice, "Please help me spread the news that there is a big problem with Baishuishan's goods tonight. You can make up the specific problem yourself."

"Spread the news?" Old Li was stunned for a moment, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes, "Who are you trying to trick?"

"Trap?" The young man smiled meaningfully, "Old Li, you think too much. I just want to muddy the waters of the market. It's still unclear who will suffer and who will benefit."

Lao Li was silent for a while, then nodded: "Okay, I'll take it. But the money has to arrive first."

"Don't worry." The young man took out a thick envelope from his pocket and pushed it in front of Lao Li. "This is just a deposit. There will be another sum after the deal is done."

Old Li took the envelope, weighed it, and snorted, "You are really willing to spend money."

The young man said nothing more, got up and left, disappearing into the dim light of the bar. Old Li looked at his back and whispered to himself: "Hong Kong Island is getting more and more chaotic."

As the night deepened, the sea breeze at Xiwan Wharf blew stronger, and the waves hit the wharf, making a low roar. Baishuishan's truck had arrived at the wharf. The driver, Lao Wang, jumped out of the car and whispered a few words to the wharf manager. The manager nodded and waved for the workers to start unloading.

Not far away, Ah Biao stood on a speedboat, holding a pistol in his hand, staring at the direction of the truck. His men were scattered around the dock, ready to take action at any time.

"Brother Biao, the goods have started to be loaded onto the ship." The bald man reported in a low voice, "It looks like the goods are genuine. There are Baishuishan marks on the wooden boxes."

(End of this chapter)