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

Chapter 322 If you want to fight, I’m here for you anytime!
"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 at the list of goods on the table with a gloomy look. He whispered to himself: "Mr. Jin, if you want to play with me, I'll play with you. However, who wins and who loses in this game depends on who has more cards."

Outside the mine, dust rolled in the hot sun. The twenty or so brothers brought by Jin Shao had dispersed and formed a loose semicircle around the mine entrance. Several henchmen followed Zhang Hai's instructions, carrying iron rods and chains, and walked slowly towards the entrance, cursing and deliberately provoking trouble.

The security guards at the mine stood behind the iron gate, holding walkie-talkies, their eyes alert, but none of them acted rashly. Su Yongkang stood by the gate, chewing betel nut, squinting at the henchmen, and whispered into the walkie-talkie: "Hold still, don't start first."

"Brother Kang, these guys are obviously here to cause trouble, are we really just going to stand by and watch?" The security guy next to him, Agou, couldn't help but complain in a low voice, his hand already touching the baton at his waist.

"Look at your mother!" Su Yongkang glared at him and spat out a mouthful of betel nut residue. "Boss Su said, drag it out. Young Master Jin wants to play, so let's play with him, don't let him lose his composure first."

The air at the entrance of the mine was filled with the smell of gunpowder. In the distance, Jin Shao leaned against the car, finished smoking a cigarette, and lit another one. He glanced at Zhang Hai and asked in a low voice: "How are those people who shouted?"

"Still cursing at the door." Zhang Hai wiped his sweat and said carefully, "There's no movement over at the mine. They're probably waiting for our next move. Master Jin, how about I call a few more people and just charge in?"

"Charge?" Young Master Jin sneered and flicked the ash off his cigarette. "Zhang Hai, why the hell are you in such a hurry? That old man Su Hanze is as slippery as a loach. I have to see how many cards he has hidden first. Go, tell those guys to curse harder and not to really fight. Test Su Yongkang's bottom line."

"Yes." Zhang Hai nodded, turned around and waved to the thugs, whispering a few words. The thugs understood and cursed even louder. A bald thug even picked up a stone and threw it at the iron gate. With a clang, there was a scratch on the door.

"Fuck! Su Hanze, if you're brave enough, come out!" the bald henchman yelled, his voice so loud that half the mine could hear it. "What kind of man are you if you hide in there like a coward?"

Su Yongkang's face darkened behind the gate, and he clenched the intercom with his fingers. He whispered to Agou, "Go, tell the brothers to lock the door and get their weapons ready. If these bastards really come to force us, we won't be pushovers."

"Brother Kang, just fuck them!" Ah Gou's eyes turned red and he gritted his teeth, "How dare these bastards run wild in our territory?"

"Shut up!" Su Yongkang growled, "Have you forgotten what Boss Su told you? Wait! Don't make trouble for me!" He paused and said into the intercom, "A Liu, what did Boss Su say?"

Ah Liu's voice came from the intercom: "Brother Kang, the boss said, don't make any moves at the door. If Young Master Jin wants to make a scene, let him do it. Security, keep a steady hand and keep an eye on them. Don't let their cars get close to the mine warehouse."

"Understood." Su Yongkang breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and glanced at Jin Shao's car in the distance, his eyes turned cold. He whispered to himself, "Jin Shao, if you have the guts, just rush in. I want to see how capable you are."

In the underground casino in Kowloon, Feizai Rong had just finished his second card game. The air was filled with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol. He sat on the sofa in the corner, holding his phone in his hand, staring at the message that Xiao Hei had just sent: Jin Shao's people had arrived at the Baishuishan Mine, and the riot would start at 1 pm. Feizai Rong sneered, threw his phone on the table, and took a sip of whiskey.

"Brother Rong, the news has spread." Xiao Hei walked over and whispered, "I found a few tight-lipped brothers and spread the word that there is something fishy about Su Hanze's cargo list, and Jin Shao and A Biao are keeping an eye on him. I guess there will be an uproar in Yau Ma Tei tonight."

"What a mess?" Fatty Rong narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table. "Xiao Hei, do you think that Young Master Jin can really bite off a piece of Su Hanze during this trip to the mine?"

"It's hard to say." Xiao Hei shook his head and took out a cigarette and lit it. "Young Master Jin brought more than 20 people with him, and they have all the necessary equipment, but Su Hanze's mine is no pushover. Su Yongkang has some tough guys under his command, and if a fight breaks out, it's not certain who will suffer."

"Suffer a loss?" Fatty Rong snorted and leaned back on the sofa. "It's best if both sides suffer. That old man Su Hanze wants to use the account book to pressure me, but I won't let him get away with it. If Young Master Jin can cause some trouble this time, Su Hanze's life won't be much better."

"Brother Rong, about the account book..." Xiao Hei hesitated and asked in a low voice, "Are you really going to tell others about it? I don't think Mr. Zhou will be able to sit still."

"Mr. Zhou?" Fatty Rong sneered and flicked the ash off his cigarette. "That cop took my money, and he still dared to play tricks on me? Xiao Hei, go and find someone to keep an eye on Mr. Zhou, especially his movements with the Yau Ma Tei Police Station. I have my own plan for the account book."

"Yes." Xiao Hei nodded and turned to make arrangements. Feizai Rong leaned on the sofa, staring at the lights of the casino with gloomy eyes. The gamblers laughed and scolded one after another, and he whispered to himself: "Su Hanze, Jin Shao, you fight your own battles, I want to see who can climb out of this muddy water in the end."

At a tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Lao Li had just seen Ah Hui off, picked up his iced lemon tea and took a sip, looking out the window with a complicated look. The flow of people on the street was still endless, and the billboards on the roadside were flashing colorful lights. He took out his cell phone, flipped to Xiao Ma's number, hesitated, and dialed it.

"Hey, Xiao Ma?" Lao Li lowered his voice, "What news do you have about Mr. Zhou?"

"Brother Li, Mr. Zhou has indeed been close to Feizai Rong recently." Xiao Ma's voice came from the receiver with some noise. "I heard that the account book in Feizai Rong's hand not only has Su Hanze's cargo list, but also records of Mr. Zhou receiving benefits. However, there is no real evidence for this matter. It is likely that Feizai Rong deliberately leaked it."

"Let the news out?" Old Li narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table. "Xiao Ma, who do you think Feizai Rong is fishing for? Su Hanze or Zhou Sir?"

"It's hard to say." Xiao Ma paused and whispered, "However, Mr. Zhou has been suppressing the matter of the Yau Ma Tei Police Station's recent inspection of the cargo list. I guess he got some benefits from someone. As for Fatty Rong, the account book issue is probably the key. I'll go to the casino tonight and see if I can get any information out of him."

"Okay, be careful." Old Li said and hung up the phone. He leaned back in his chair, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a puff of smoke. The TV in the tea restaurant was playing the noon news, and he whispered to himself: "Mr. Zhou, Fatty Rong, Su Hanze, these guys, everyone wants to be the fisherman, but who can cast this net?"

In the private club of Dongwan, Jin Shao had just hung up the phone with Zhang Hai, his face was so gloomy that it looked like water was about to drip. He took a sip of whiskey and waved to the henchman Ahua next to him: "Ahua, what's going on over at the dock, with Lao Chen?"

"Mr. Jin, Lao Chen just replied." Ah Hua whispered, "He said he was adamant about the manifest, the route was set by Dongwan, and he was putting the blame on Ah Biao. However, he also mentioned that Ah Biao's people were keeping a close eye on the dock, and he was a little panicked."

"Hurry?" Young Master Jin sneered and flicked the ash off his cigarette. "Old Chen is as slippery as a loach. Why should he panic? Ah Hua, go and tell Old Chen that if he dares to leak a word about the cargo list, I will make his whole family pay for it."

"Yes." Ah Hua nodded and took out his phone to contact people. Jin Shao leaned on the sofa, staring at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall with a cold look. He whispered to himself: "Su Hanze, Lao Chen, Ah Biao, I will slowly settle this account with you." In the office of Baishuishan Mine, Su Hanze stood in front of the window, holding a cigarette in his hand, staring at the movement outside the window with a cold look. Jin Shao's people were still making a fuss at the entrance, and the curses were getting louder and louder, but no one really dared to rush in. He exhaled a puff of smoke and turned to look at Ah Liu.

"Is the situation with Su Yongkang stable?" Su Hanze asked, his tone as calm as if he was chatting about family matters.

"It's stable." Ah Liu nodded and took out his phone to flip through it. "Brother Kang said that the security at the door didn't really do anything. Young Master Jin's people just cursed but didn't really do anything. It looks like Young Master Jin is testing us."

"Probing?" Su Hanze sneered and flicked the ash off his cigarette. "Young Master Jin is a brave guy, but he doesn't have enough brains. Ah Liu, go and tell Su Yongkang to wait at the door for another half an hour. After half an hour, let a few people in. Not too many, three will be enough."

"Let him in?" Ah Liu was stunned for a moment and asked in a low voice, "Boss, isn't this giving Young Master Jin a chance?"

"Opportunity?" Su Hanze narrowed his eyes, his tone a little cold, "Ah Liu, are you fucking crazy? Young Master Jin wants to make trouble, I'll give him a stage. Let a few people in, I want to see what tricks he can come up with."

Outside the mine, half an hour had passed, and Jin Shao's men had cursed until their voices were hoarse, but the iron gate at the entrance remained motionless. The bald henchman was so angry that he threw another stone, and with a clang, another scratch appeared on the door. He shouted behind him: "Brother Hai, these bastards are scared, let's just break the door!"

"Smash your mother!" Zhang Hai glared at him and cursed in a low voice, "Mr. Jin said to explore the bottom, don't make trouble for me!" As he was talking, the iron door of the mine suddenly creaked and slowly opened a crack. Three security guards stood behind the door, without weapons in their hands, but their eyes were as cold as knives.

"Fuck! The door is open!" the bald thug shouted, picking up an iron rod and trying to rush forward.

"Wait!" Zhang Hai grabbed him and whispered, "Go, tell Young Master Jin that the door is open, and see what he says." He paused, and whispered to the bald henchman, "You, take two brothers and go in to take a look, and don't cause any trouble for me!"

"Yes!" The bald henchman nodded and waved to the two henchmen next to him. The three of them carried their weapons and walked carefully towards the iron gate. The security guards behind the gate did not stop them, but just watched them coldly, as if they were deliberately letting them pass.

Young Master Jin was standing next to the car. When he heard Zhang Hai's report, his eyes lit up. He exhaled a puff of smoke and whispered, "Su Hanze, you really dare to open the door? Zhang Hai, keep an eye on the three who went in. If there is no news for half an hour, you lead your men to rush in."

"Yes." Zhang Hai nodded and took out his phone to send a message to the bald henchman. Jin Shao leaned back in the car, lit a new cigarette, and stared at the entrance of the mine with cold eyes. He whispered to himself: "Su, if I don't make you spit some blood today, my fucking surname is not Jin."

Inside the mine, the bald gangster and his two brothers just stepped through the iron gate, and were greeted by a wide open space, with excavators and mountains of ore in the distance.

Several security guards stood at the edge of the open space, without weapons in their hands, but staring at them like wolves. The bald henchman swallowed his saliva and whispered to the henchman next to him: "Fuck, why is this place so quiet? It's like a fucking horror movie."

"Stop talking nonsense!" The henchman next to him cursed in a low voice, "Follow closely, where are those guys at the door?"

"They ran away." The bald henchman glared at him and clenched his iron rod tightly. "Are you fucking blind? Didn't you see the group of people at the door?"

"No, I mean..." Another henchman was about to explain when a low shout suddenly came from a distance: "Stop! Put down your weapons!"

The bald henchman looked up suddenly and saw Su Yongkang and seven or eight security guards coming from the other side of the open space, each holding a baton in their hands, their eyes as cold as knives. His heart tightened, and he whispered to the henchman next to him: "Fuck, Brother Kang is here, what should I do?"

"Why are you panicking?" Another henchman gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Hai said, test the bottom, don't really do anything. Let's just stand here and see if they dare to come up!"

Su Yongkang stopped ten meters away, squinting at the bald henchman, and spoke calmly as if he was chatting: "Three people, this is a restricted area of ​​the mine, no entry for outsiders. Put down your weapons and get out. I will pretend I didn't see anything."

"Get the hell out of here!" the bald henchman yelled, picking up an iron rod and pointing it at Su Yongkang. "Where's the guy named Su? Let him come out! Young Master Jin has something to say to him!"

"Young Master Jin?" Su Yongkang sneered and spat out a mouthful of betel nut residue. "You bastards, are you worthy enough to meet Boss Su? If you don't get out of here, I'll have someone break your legs, do you believe me?"

"Fuck! Who the hell are you trying to scare?" The bald henchman's eyes turned red. He took a step forward, shaking the iron rod in his hand, "Come on! Am I afraid of you?"

"That's enough!" A deep voice came from a distance. The bald henchman looked up suddenly and saw Su Hanze walking towards him from the office, followed by Ah Liu. He was wearing a gray shirt, holding a cigarette in his hand, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

"Boss Su...Boss Su?" The bald henchman was stunned for a moment, and his momentum weakened a bit. The two henchmen behind him looked at each other and clenched their weapons even tighter.

Su Hanze stopped beside Su Yongkang, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said calmly: "Young Master Jin's people? Go back and tell him that if you want to talk, I will go to the East Bay Club at 9 o'clock tonight. If you want to fight, I'm always here to accompany you. However, you dare to bring weapons into my territory. You are very brave."

The bald henchman swallowed his saliva and said stubbornly, "Boss Su, Young Master Jin said that you have to give an explanation for what happened last night. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise?" Su Hanze narrowed his eyes, his tone a little cold, "Go back and tell Young Master Jin to explain, and I'll give it to him. But he'd better keep his mouth shut and stop barking everywhere."

(End of this chapter)