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

Chapter 323 It’s still uncertain who will have the last laugh!
"You..." The bald henchman wanted to yell, but Su Yongkang took a step forward, twirling the baton in his hand, and his eyes stabbed at him like a knife. He felt a chill in his heart and swallowed his words back.

"Go away." Su Hanze flicked the ash off his cigarette, his tone as calm as if he was shooing away a fly, "Don't make me say it again."

The bald henchman gritted his teeth and winked at the other two henchmen. The three of them slowly retreated, but they never put down their weapons. Su Yongkang stared at them coldly until they left the iron gate, then he said into the intercom, "Lock the door, keep an eye on them, and don't let them in again."

Su Hanze exhaled a puff of smoke and turned to look at Su Yongkang: "Keep a close eye on Young Master Jin's people. I'll go meet him at nine o'clock tonight."

"Boss, are you really going?" Su Yongkang frowned and whispered, "Mr. Jin probably has bad intentions. The territory over in East Bay is his, and we are short of people, so we are afraid of being at a disadvantage."

"Suffering a loss?" Su Hanze sneered, "Su Yongkang, when the hell did you become a coward? Go, arrange a few tough guys to go with me tonight. I want to see what Young Master Jin can do."

"Yes." Su Yongkang nodded and turned to make arrangements. Su Hanze leaned against the wall of the office, looking gloomily at the excavator in the distance. He whispered to himself, "Mr. Jin, if you want to play big, I'll accompany you. However, it's not certain who will have the last laugh in this game."

In the underground casino in Kowloon, Fatty Rong just received a message from Xiao Hei: Jin Shao's men entered the mine, but there was no fight. Su Hanze said that he would go to the East Bay Club to talk at nine o'clock in the evening. He sneered, threw the phone on the table, picked up the whiskey and took a sip.

"Brother Rong, are Young Master Jin and Su Hanze going to have a head-on confrontation?" Xiao Hei lit a cigarette and asked in a low voice, "How are we going to deal with the account book issue here? I think Mr. Zhou is also keeping an eye on it."

"Staring?" Fatty Rong narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table. "Xiao Hei, do you think that old ghost Zhou Sir is really scared by the account book? Su Hanze and Young Master Jin are fighting fiercely, and he probably wants to reap the benefits."

"It's hard to say." Xiao Hei shook his head and exhaled a puff of smoke. "But people in the casino said that Mr. Zhou has been lax in checking the invoices recently. I guess he got bribed by someone. He must know something about the account book."

"Know?" Fatty Rong snorted coldly, "So what if he knows? The account book is in my hand, who dares to touch me? Xiao Hei, go and find someone to spread the word that the account book contains not only Su Hanze's cargo list, but also Zhou Sir's dirty accounts. See if he panics."

"Brother Rong, this..." Xiao Hei hesitated and whispered, "If this gets out, Mr. Zhou might be desperate. We don't have many people at the Yau Ma Tei Police Station."

"A desperate dog will jump over the wall?" Fatty Rong sneered, "Xiao Hei, are you fucking crazy? If Zhou Sir dares to jump, I will make him jump into the coffin. Go, do as I say, and don't fucking talk nonsense!"

"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. He whispered to himself: "Su Hanze, Jin Shao, Zhou Sir, you guys fight your own battles, I want to see who is the most drowned in this muddy water."

At a tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Lao Li had just received a call from Xiao Ma, and his face looked gloomy. He took a sip of iced lemon tea and asked in a low voice: "Xiao Ma, what did you find out about the casino?"

"Brother Li, Fatty Rong has leaked the news." Xiao Ma's voice came from the receiver, a little hurriedly, "He said that the account book not only contains Su Hanze's cargo list, but also Zhou Sir's dirty accounts. The people in the casino are furious. I guess Yau Ma Tei Police Station will be in chaos tonight."

"Chaos?" Old Li narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table. "Xiao Ma, do you think Feizai Rong is playing with fire? That old ghost Zhou Sir is as slippery as a loach. Will he bite back?"

"It's hard to say." Xiao Ma paused and whispered, "However, Feizai Rong's move is probably to force Zhou Sir to reveal his true colors. Su Hanze and Jin Shao are talking at the East Bay Club tonight, and it is probably related to the account book. Brother Li, what should we do here?"

"What should we do?" Old Li sneered and flicked the ash off his cigarette. "Xiao Ma, go and keep an eye on the casino. Don't let Feizai Rong's people find out. I have to check with Ah Hui about the account book. Mr. Zhou, Feizai Rong, Su Hanze, all of them want to be the boss, but in this game, who wins and who loses depends on who has the faster knife."

"Yes." Xiao Ma responded and hung up the phone. Lao Li leaned back in his chair and looked at the street view outside the window with complicated eyes. He whispered to himself: "Account book, account book, what the hell is this hot potato?"

At 8pm in the evening, Jin Shao had already arrived at the private club in Dongwan. He sat on the mahogany sofa, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, staring at the door with a gloomy look. The air in the club smelled of sandalwood, and the calligraphy and paintings on the wall exuded the charm of old Hong Kong. He waved to Zhang Hai next to him and asked in a low voice: "Have you arranged the people?"

"Alright, Young Master Jin." Zhang Hai nodded and said carefully, "Thirty brothers, spread out upstairs and downstairs. If Su Hanze dares to bring people here, we can take action at any time."

"Thirty people?" Young Master Jin narrowed his eyes, his tone a little angry, "Zhang Hai, are you fucking crazy? That old man Su Hanze is as slippery as a loach, what can thirty people do? Go, call twenty more, so that we have all the equipment, don't fucking let me down!"

"Yes." Zhang Hai gritted his teeth and turned to make arrangements. Young Master Jin leaned back on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a puff of smoke. He whispered to himself: "Su, I won't let you kneel tonight. My fucking surname is not Jin."

At nine o'clock, Su Hanze's car stopped at the entrance of the club on time. He was wearing a gray suit and holding a cigarette. Behind him followed Su Yongkang and four tough guys, all of whom had cold eyes and bulging waists. The doorman saw them and bowed and led them inside.

"Boss Su, please come this way." The doorman smiled apologetically and led the way carefully.

Su Hanze flicked the ash off his cigarette and said calmly, "Where's Young Master Jin? Where is he waiting?"

"Mr. Jin is on the second floor, in the VIP room," the doorman whispered, "We've prepared some wine, please come in, Mr. Su."

"Prepare some wine?" Su Hanze sneered and winked at Su Yongkang, "Brother Kang, keep an eye on them. Don't let Young Master Jin's men play any tricks."

"Yes." Su Yongkang nodded, put his hands on his waist, and whispered to the four tough guys behind him: "Keep your eyes open, and don't let go of the weapon."

In the VIP room, Young Master Jin had already stood up, holding a glass of whiskey, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were as cold as a knife. Su Hanze pushed the door open and came in. He took a step forward, with a hint of anger in his tone: "Boss Su, you are so brave to come to my territory?"

"Your territory?" Su Hanze flicked the ash off his cigarette and spoke calmly, as if he was chatting. "Mr. Jin, whose territory is East Bay? Don't you know? How do you want to settle what happened last night?"

"How do I settle this?" Young Master Jin sneered and slammed his wine glass on the table. "Mr. Su, you dared to stop my car last night, and you dare to come here and act like a big shot today? You'd better give me an explanation about the account book, otherwise..."

"Or else?" Su Hanze narrowed his eyes, his tone a little cold, "Mr. Jin, who told you about the account book? Fatty Rong? Or Mr. Zhou? Don't play tricks on me, just say it straight." "Just say it straight?" Mr. Jin's eyes turned red, and he took a step forward, "Su Hanze, your cargo list is clearly written in the account book. The Baishuishan mine and the dock transportation are all your work! How dare you pretend in front of me?"

"Pretending?" Su Hanze sneered and exhaled a puff of smoke. "Mr. Jin, did a donkey kick your brain? Old Chen insisted on the cargo list. The route was set by Dongwan. What the hell do I have to do with it? The account book? That bastard Fatty Rong deliberately spread the news to trick me, and you believed it?"

"Trick you?" Young Master Jin was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashing, "Mr. Su, stop talking nonsense to me! Fatty Rong dares to trick me?"

"Whether you dare or not, go ask it yourself." Su Hanze flicked the ash off his cigarette and said calmly, "Mr. Jin, I don't care about the account book. As for what happened last night, you just need to give me an explanation and we'll let it go."

"What do you mean?" Young Master Jin's eyes turned red. He picked up the bottle of wine on the table and pointed at Su Hanze. "Fuck! Su, you dare to make demands to me? Do you believe that I can't let you leave this door tonight?"

"Can't leave?" Su Hanze sneered and winked at Su Yongkang, "Brother Kang, show him how many people we brought with us."

Su Yongkang snorted coldly and waved at the four tough guys behind him. The four men unzipped their coats at the same time, revealing the things around their waists, which were shining coldly. Jin Shao's face darkened and he winked at Zhang Hai. Zhang Hai gritted his teeth and shouted to the door: "Brothers, come in!"

The door opened with a bang, and more than a dozen of Jin Shao's henchmen rushed in, each holding a weapon and with fierce eyes. The atmosphere in the VIP room was instantly tense, and the two sides confronted each other, no one moved, but the weapons in their hands were tightly clenched.

"Mr. Jin, do you really want to make a big move?" Su Hanze exhaled a puff of smoke and spoke calmly, as if he was talking about the weather. "I'll accompany you. But before you start using your weapons, you'd better think about who has the final say on this piece of land in East Bay."

"Who has the final say?" Young Master Jin sneered, shaking the bottle in his hand, "Su, if I don't make you spit out some blood today, my fucking surname is not Jin!"

"Vomiting blood?" Su Hanze narrowed his eyes, his tone a little cold, "Mr. Jin, it's no use being stubborn. You believed Fatty Rong's lies about the account book, and I don't blame you. But tonight, if you dare to touch a hair on my body, you won't have a share in East Bay tomorrow."

"Who the hell are you trying to scare?" Young Master Jin's eyes turned red, and he raised the bottle higher. "Brothers, come on!"

"Wait!" Zhang Hai suddenly shouted, blocking in front of Young Master Jin, and lowered his voice: "Young Master Jin, calm down! Su Hanze has a small number of people, but they are tough. This is our territory, and the police are watching us. If a fight breaks out, we will be the ones who suffer!"

"Suffering a loss?" Young Master Jin gritted his teeth and stabbed Su Hanze with his eyes like a knife, "Zhang Hai, are you fucking scared?"

"I'm not a coward!" Zhang Hai said anxiously, "Mr. Jin, the account book issue hasn't been sorted out yet. Fatty Rong is probably behind this. If we really fight Su Hanze tonight, Rong will be the one who gets the upper hand!"

"Fatty Rong?" Young Master Jin was stunned for a moment, his eyes flickering. He cursed in a low voice: "Fuck! This bastard, how dare he play tricks on me?"

Su Hanze sneered and flicked the ash off his cigarette. "Mr. Jin, listen to your brother and calm down. I can show you a few pages of the account book, and you should think about the bill of lading yourself. Fatty Rong wants to trick us, and you're still jumping in?"

"Look at the account book?" Young Master Jin narrowed his eyes and slowly put down the bottle in his hand. "Su, stop playing tricks on me! Where's the account book? Take it out!"

"Take it?" Su Hanze snorted, "Mr. Jin, the account book is in the hands of Fatty Rong. If you want to see it, go to Kowloon to find him. I came here tonight to give you a way out. Don't be so ungrateful."

"Stairs?" Young Master Jin's eyes turned red, but he didn't smash the bottle in his hand. He winked at Zhang Hai and whispered, "Brother Hai, keep an eye on him, don't let this old man run away."

"Yes." Zhang Hai nodded and waved to the thugs, asking them to disperse, but they still didn't put down the gun. Su Hanze blew out a puff of smoke, winked at Su Yongkang, and slowly retreated to the door with his men.

"Mr. Jin, you should check the account book yourself." Su Hanze said calmly, "Fatty Rong wants to play with fire, I will accompany you. However, you'd better take care of your own territory first and don't let others take advantage of you."

"Fuck! Stop pretending to me!" Young Master Jin shouted, but his tone was a little weaker. He whispered to Zhang Hai, "Brother Hai, check what that bastard Fatty Rong is up to!"

Su Hanze sneered and led his men out of the VIP room. Outside the club, his car had already started. Su Yongkang asked in a low voice: "Boss, this kid Jin Shao has probably been fooled by Fatty Rong. What should we do next?"

"What should we do?" Su Hanze lit a new cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke. "Brother Kang, go and find someone to keep an eye on Fatty Rong, especially his casino. I have to meet this bastard in person about the account book."

"Yes." Su Yongkang nodded and took out his phone to arrange for someone. Su Hanze leaned against the car, looking out the window at the night with a gloomy look. He whispered to himself: "Fatty Rong, if you want to play, I'll play with you. However, it's not certain who will have the last laugh in this game."

The night in East Bay was as dark as ink. Su Hanze's car slowly drove out of the club. The air in the car was so stuffy that it was hard to breathe. Su Yongkang sat in the passenger seat, holding his mobile phone in his hand. He had just sent a message to his men, asking them to keep an eye on the underground casino in Kowloon overnight.

He glanced at Su Hanze in the rearview mirror and whispered, "Boss, that bastard Fatty Rong is probably playing tricks with the account book. Should we really go to Kowloon to find him?"

Su Hanze leaned back in the back seat, lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes as cold as a knife. "Looking for someone? Brother Kang, do you f*cking think I'm going to give you a gift? Fatty Rong wants to use the account book to pressure me, I have to let him know that this game is not something he can play whenever he wants." He paused, flicked the ash off his cigarette, "Go, tell Ah Liu to knock on Old Chen at the dock again tomorrow morning, and don't let him change his statement about the cargo list."

"Yes." Su Yongkang nodded and took out his phone to send a message to Ah Liu. He hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Boss, Young Master Jin didn't really do it tonight. He was probably persuaded by Zhang Hai. However, he is probably still keeping an eye on the account book. Fatty Rong's move has screwed more than just us."

"A trap?" Su Hanze sneered and narrowed his eyes. "Brother Kang, that bastard Fatty Rong is not stupid. He spread the word that there were Zhou Sir's dirty accounts in the account book. He probably wanted to force Zhou Sir to jump out and become a target. As for Young Master Jin, he also wants to muddy the waters and let us fight each other."

(End of this chapter)