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

Chapter 319 If I don’t see Su Hanze tonight, I will tear down your mine!

"Mr. Zhou?" Old Li narrowed his eyes and put out his cigarette. "Which Mr. Zhou? The one from Yau Ma Tei Police Station?"

"Yes, that's him." Xiao Ma smiled a little roguely, "Sir Zhou is a decent person on the surface, but he is very ruthless in accepting bribes behind the scenes. I guess Fatty Rong didn't chop off Su Yongkang's hands and feet just for the sake of Sir Zhou's face."

"Interesting." Old Li snorted, "Continue to investigate Fatty Rong and see if he has any direct contact with Su Hanze. Aqiang's transfer is probably related to this matter."

"Brother Li, this job is not cheap!" Xiao Ma bargained on the other end of the phone, "Hacking into Feizai Rong's account book is risky. If I'm targeted by Mr. Zhou, my life will be in jeopardy--"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Lao Li interrupted him, "After you finish this job, I'll give you five times the money. Once you find out about Feizai Rong's background, money won't be a problem."

"Five times?" Xiao Ma's voice suddenly became more energetic. "Okay, Brother Li, you are so generous! I'll give you news tomorrow morning!" He hung up the phone and immediately buried his head in typing on the keyboard.

Old Li leaned against the car door, lit a new cigarette, and blew out a smoke ring. The night wind made his coat sway slightly, but his mind was full of the news he had just heard. Fatty Rong, Zhou Sir, Su Yongkang, these people were strung together like a chain whose entirety could not be seen clearly, and the end of the chain was most likely connected to Su Hanze. He whispered to himself: "This shit is getting deeper and deeper the more we dig."

At the same time, in the office of Baishuishan Mine, Su Hanze was still sitting on a leather chair, holding a newly delivered bill of lading in his hand, his eyes as cold as ice. Ah Liu stood beside him and reported in a low voice: "Boss, Lao Chen just replied to the message, saying that Young Master Jin was making a big fuss at the dock tonight and almost got into a fight with Ah Biao. He will probably come directly to the mine to find you tomorrow."

"Come on." Su Hanze sneered and threw the list of goods on the table. "Young Master Jin is so stupid that he's useless after a few arguments. Where's Ah Biao? He was watching Lao Chen tonight. Did he find out anything?"

"No." Ah Liu shook his head. "Old Chen is as slippery as a loach. Ah Biao's people watched him all night but got nothing. However, Ah Biao got a cargo list tonight with Dong Wan's name on it. I guess he wants to throw dirty water on Young Master Jin."

"Throwing dirty water?" Su Hanze narrowed his eyes and lit a cigarette. "That old fellow A Biao has a very sharp nose. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he investigates, he can't find anything on me." He exhaled a puff of cigarette, paused, and asked in a low voice: "Is there any movement from A Qiang?"

"Aqiang?" Ah Liu was stunned. "He took 100,000 last night and another 50,000 this morning. He was very stubborn and said that he earned extra money by running errands for his friends. Boss, do you think he is trustworthy?"

"Can you trust him?" Su Hanze sneered. "Aqiang is a guy who works hard for money, but he doesn't have enough brains. Go and tell Su Yongkang to keep an eye on Aqiang. Don't let him talk nonsense and reveal our secrets."

"Yes." Ah Liu nodded and took out his phone to send a message to Su Yongkang. Su Hanze leaned back in his leather chair and looked out the window with complicated eyes. The excavators in the mine were still roaring, and the lights made the night sky look like a layer of gray. He whispered to himself: "In this scene, the more chaotic the chess pieces, the better."

At the same time, in a small warehouse at Xiwan Wharf, Lao Chen sat on a worn wooden table, holding a can of beer in his hand, staring at the cigarette butt on the ground with complicated eyes. He had just received a text message from Ah Liu, the content was very simple: Young Master Jin will come tomorrow, insisting that the transportation route was set by Dongwan, and the fire was directed at Ah Biao. Lao Chen sneered, squeezed the beer can until it creaked, and cursed in a low voice: "Su, you really know how to make trouble for me."

The door of the warehouse creaked open, and a thin man walked in. It was Ah Ming, the manager of the dock. He whispered, "Brother Chen, Young Master Jin's people just left, saying they were going to the mine tonight to block Boss Su. Ah Biao's people are still watching at the dock, probably trying to dig up your secrets."

"Dig up my secrets?" Old Chen snorted coldly and took a sip of beer. "That old fox A Biao has been watching me for twenty years. When has he ever dug up anything real? Ming, go to the dock and see what A Biao's people are doing. If there is any movement, tell me immediately."

"Okay." Ah Ming nodded, turned around and was about to leave, but hesitated and asked in a low voice: "Brother Chen, this matter... can we really get away with it? Jin Shao and Ah Biao are not easy to deal with. What if they find out that you are the one——"

"Did they trace it to me?" Old Chen glared at him. "Ah Ming, stop being such a pessimist! The manifest was issued by Baishuishan, the transportation route was set by Dongwan, and the surveillance video is clean. Even if they trace it to the heavens, they won't be able to find any involvement from me!"

"Yes, yes..." Ah Ming nodded quickly and walked away dejectedly. Lao Chen leaned back in his chair, lit a cigarette, and blew out a smoke ring. The dim light in the warehouse made his face half bright and half dark, and his eyes revealed an unconcealable irritation. He whispered to himself: "Damn, this muddy water makes my scalp numb."

At four in the morning, Young Master Jin's convoy had already arrived at a mountain road near the Baishuishan Mine. In the car, Zhang Hai sat in the passenger seat, holding a freshly printed cargo manifest in his hand, and whispered, "Young Master Jin, the mine's security has been increased tonight, and Su Yongkang is leading the team personally. I guess he got a letter from Su Hanze."

"Add more people?" Young Master Jin sneered and lit a cigarette. "The guy surnamed Su is clearly guilty! Zhang Hai, bring your weapons. Even if we have to turn the mine upside down tonight, we must find Su Hanze!"

"Master Jin, this..." Zhang Hai hesitated and whispered, "The mine is Su Hanze's territory. We are outnumbered and we may suffer if we force our way in. How about we contact our brothers in Dongwan first and transfer some people over?"

"Mobilize people?" Young Master Jin glared at him. "Zhang Hai, you are getting more and more timid! If Su Hanze dares to cheat me, I will make him spit it out tonight! Go, notify the brothers, load your guns, and shoot anyone who dares to block our way!"

"Yes..." Zhang Hai gritted his teeth, took out the intercom and started to make arrangements. Jin Shao leaned back in his seat, exhaled a puff of smoke, and looked out the window with gloomy eyes. At the end of the mountain road, the lights of the mine were like a cold fire, burning his chest. He cursed in a low voice: "Su, I will slowly settle this account with you."

At the same time, in the security room of the mine, Su Yongkang was standing in front of the monitoring screen, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, staring at the screen with cold eyes. Several black spots were moving slowly on the mountain road, obviously the convoy of Young Master Jin. He sneered, dialed Su Hanze's number, and whispered: "Cousin, Young Master Jin's people are here, and they are probably going to force their way in tonight."

"Break in by force?" Su Hanze's voice came from the receiver, as calm as if he was talking about the weather. "Akang, keep an eye on them and don't let them enter the core area of ​​the mine. If Young Master Jin dares to take action, teach him a lesson."

"Understood." Su Yongkang hung up the phone and turned to the security chief next to him and said, "Along, take your men and block the entrance to the mine. If Young Master Jin dares to mess around, just fire a warning shot."

"Yes!" Aaron nodded, called a few of his men, and walked towards the entrance with a gun. Su Yongkang leaned back in his chair, took a sip of coffee, and looked at the surveillance screen with complicated eyes. He knew that this matter had become a big deal tonight, and the feud between Jin Shao and Su Hanze was completely settled. At five o'clock in the morning, in an underground casino in Tsim Sha Tsui, Fatty Rong sat at a gambling table, holding a handful of poker in his hand, staring at the man opposite him with gloomy eyes. Opposite him was a young man in a flowered shirt named Ajie, who was sent by Su Hanze to warn Xiao Ma. Fatty Rong sneered, threw the poker on the table, and whispered: "Ajie, what the hell do you mean by coming to me? What did Su Hanze ask you to say?"

"Brother Rong, don't be impatient." Ajie smiled and lit a cigarette. "Boss Su just asked me to ask, when can Su Yongkang's debt be repaid? Five hundred thousand is not a small amount. If it is delayed for too long, I am afraid that everyone will be embarrassed."

"Pay it back?" Fatty Rong snorted coldly and took a sip of the whiskey beside him. "Su Yongkang gambled like a dog. He lost the half a million on his own! If Su Hanze wants to help him pay it back, bring the money. Don't play tricks on me!"

"Brother Rong, what you said is not very kind." Ajie exhaled a puff of cigarette, his tone still relaxed, "Boss Su said that he can pay back the 500,000 yuan, but it depends on your sincerity. You have heard a lot about the mine recently, right? Regarding the bill of lading, Young Master Jin and A Biao are having a big fight. If you have any news, you might as well share it with us."

"Share?" Feizai Rong narrowed his eyes, stared at Ajie for a few seconds, and slammed the table. "Ajie, stop beating around the bush with me! Su Hanze wants me to be a gun? No way! I know as much about the cargo list as you do, but why should I tell you?"

"Brother Rong, don't get excited." Ajie smiled and put out his cigarette. "Boss Su said that if you don't want to talk, he won't care about the debt of 500,000. Fatty Rong's reputation is well-known in Kowloon. His debt collection methods must be much more ruthless than ours."

"You!" Fatty Rong's face darkened with anger, and he pointed at Ajie and cursed, "Ajie, you dare to threaten me? Do you believe that I will have someone chop off Su Yongkang's hands and feet tonight?"

"Cut off your hands and feet?" Ajie sneered, "Brother Rong, if you really dare to touch Su Yongkang, I'm afraid Zhou Sir will be the first to not let you go. I heard that you have been getting close to Zhou Sir recently. You must have paid a lot of protection money, right?"

"Sir Zhou?" Fatty Rong was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed, and he cursed in a low voice: "Damn, Su Hanze, that bastard, he investigated very thoroughly." He paused and lowered his voice, "Ajie, go back and tell Su Hanze that I do know some inside information about the manifest. But I'm not a pawn in his hands. If he wants me to speak up, he has to give me something real in exchange!"

"Real stuff?" Ajie narrowed his eyes, "Brother Rong, just tell me what you want."

"Just tell me?" Fatty Rong sneered, "Don't think I don't know what Su Hanze did in the mine. The matter of the goods and flour in Baishui Mountain was probably planned by him! What I want is the account book in his hand, the income and expenditure records of the mine in the past few years, give it all to me!"

"Ledger?" Ajie was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, "Brother Rong, you have a big appetite. Okay, I'll pass on the message. I'll tell you what Boss Su says later." He stood up, patted his clothes, walked towards the door, and said, "By the way, Brother Rong, the casino is a tight place. Be careful and don't let anyone target you."

Watching Ajie's back as he left, Feizai Rong frowned and cursed in a low voice: "Damn, these people are more sinister than each other." He took out his cell phone, dialed a number, and whispered: "Hello, Mr. Zhou, someone has been checking on me recently. Do you have any news?"

"Investigate you?" Mr. Zhou on the other end of the phone said with a hint of impatience, "Fatty Rong, stop causing me trouble! The Yau Ma Tei Police Station has been extremely busy lately, and the issue of the cargo list has caused a lot of uproar in the city. Who has time to care about your trivial matters?"

"Sir Zhou, don't worry." Feizai Rong hurriedly smiled, "I'm just asking, I'm afraid someone will use the bill of lading to throw dirty water on me. If you have any information, let me know, money is not a problem."

"Money?" Mr. Zhou sneered. "Fatty Rong, I don't even care about your little money. The higher-ups are keeping a close eye on the manifest, Young Master Jin and Ah Biao are having a big fight, and there's something fishy going on at the mine. If you want to be safe, stay out of it and take care of your own casino!"

"Yes, yes..." Feizai Rong nodded quickly, hung up the phone, and drank a sip of whiskey with a gloomy face. He knew that the game was completely messed up, and he himself was also dragged into this muddy water.

At the same time, at the entrance of Baishuishan Mine, Jin Shao's convoy just stopped, and several bodyguards got out of the car with guns, staring around vigilantly.

The mine's security team had already lined up, with Su Yongkang standing at the front, holding a baton in his hand, looking at Jin Shao with cold eyes. Jin Shao pushed open the car door, walked down wrapped in a windbreaker, lit a cigarette, and said in a cold tone: "Su Yongkang, you are so fucking brave, you dare to block my way?"

"Mr. Jin, don't get me wrong." Su Yongkang smiled and said calmly, "The mine is private property. If you come to visit me late at night, there must be an explanation. If you want to see my cousin, come tomorrow morning. His office door is always open for you."

"Tomorrow?" Young Master Jin sneered and exhaled a puff of cigarette. "The Su guy cheated me of my goods, and you still want me to wait until tomorrow? Su Yongkang, stop playing dumb with me! If I don't see Su Hanze tonight, I'll fucking tear down your mine!"

"Tear down the mine?" Su Yongkang narrowed his eyes and tapped his palm with the baton in his hand. "Mr. Jin, you are going a bit too far. The mine has rules. Anyone who breaks in will be shot."

"You!" Young Master Jin was so angry that his chest heaved. He pointed at Su Yongkang and cursed, "Su Yongkang, don't be so arrogant! Zhang Hai, bring your men, rush in!"

"Yes!" Zhang Hai gritted his teeth, called a few bodyguards, and rushed forward with guns in hand. Su Yongkang sneered and winked at the security team behind him. A Long led his men forward, pointing their guns at Jin Shao's motorcade, and the atmosphere instantly became tense like a fully drawn bow.

"Mr. Jin, calm down." Su Yongkang said slowly, "If you really want to do it, I won't stop you. But if this matter gets out of hand, I'm afraid it won't do you any good. Everyone knows about the cargo list. If you confront it head-on, you'll only get hurt."

"You know it?" Young Master Jin stared at him, suppressing his anger. "Su Yongkang, go back and tell Su Hanze that I've made a note of this! He won't be able to get away with the manifest!" He paused, turned to Zhang Hai and said, "Let's go back to Dongwan. I'll come to settle the score with Su myself tomorrow!"

(End of this chapter)