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

Chapter 325 If Brother Biao's people dare to move, he will be in trouble

"Mr. Jin?" Mr. Zhou narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table. "Ah Hao, go and find someone to keep an eye on the casino in Kowloon. Don't fucking let me down. That bastard Fatty Rong dared to use the account book to pressure me. I'll make him pay for it."

Old Chen at the dock had just sent off a shipload of goods and was sitting on a broken chair next to the warehouse, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, his eyes revealing an unconcealable irritation. Ah Liu had just called and told him to insist that the route of the cargo list was set by Dongwan, and to put the blame on Ah Biao. But Ah Biao's men had been watching the dock for several days, and their eyes were fierce, as if they wanted to eat people.

"Damn, this is a mess..." Lao Chen cursed in a low voice and took a sip of beer. He waved to the henchman A Ming next to him, "A Ming, is there any new movement from Brother Biao?"

"Brother Chen, Brother Biao's people were hanging around the dock again last night." Ah Ming came over and whispered, "I heard that Brother Biao has been close to Young Master Jin recently, probably wanting to get a piece of the pie. They're probably keeping an eye on the cargo list as well. Brother Chen, do we really want to insist that it was Dongwan who made the decision? Boss Su..."

"Bite them to death!" Old Chen glared at him and spat, "Ah Ming, are you fucking crazy? How dare you disobey Boss Su? Go, find someone to keep an eye on Brother Biao's people, and don't fucking let them get close to the warehouse."

In the VIP room of the East Bay Club, Jin Shao had just gotten up and was sitting on the mahogany sofa, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, his face as gloomy as if it was about to drip water.

After Su Hanze left last night, he had people check Feizai Rong's casino overnight, but his men reported that they had walked around the casino but didn't find anything substantial. Zhang Hai stood nearby and whispered, "Mr. Jin, that bastard Feizai Rong is probably playing tricks. Should we really go to Kowloon to find him about the account book?"

"Looking for someone?" Young Master Jin sneered, picked up his coffee and took a sip, "Zhang Hai, are you fucking crazy? Fatty Rong dared to play tricks on me with the account book, I have to let him know that this game is not something he can play whenever he wants. Go, find someone to keep an eye on the casino in Kowloon, don't fucking let me down."

The night wind at the dock carried the salty smell of the sea, which made the beer bottle in Lao Chen's hand slightly cold. He stared at the flashing lights in the distance, his eyes gloomy as if he wanted to swallow someone. Ah Ming had just led his men to patrol the dock. When he came back, his face was full of nervousness. He leaned close to Lao Chen's ear and whispered, "Brother Chen, there are a few more people from Brother Biao tonight, and they have weapons with them. I guess they are not just wandering around. I asked the brothers to keep an eye on the warehouse, but I always feel something is wrong."

"Something's wrong?" Old Chen sneered, took a sip of beer, and slammed the bottle heavily on the table. "Ah Ming, you're getting more and more timid. Brother Biao dares to bring weapons? Go, find a few tough brothers, bring weapons, and keep a close eye on them. Whoever dares to get close to the warehouse will have his legs broken."

"Yes." Ah Ming nodded, wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and took out his phone to arrange for someone. Lao Chen leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the beer bottle, but his mind was full of Su Hanze's face that smiled like a fox. Regarding the bill of lading, Su Hanze asked him to insist that it was Dongwan who made the decision, but the more he tried to explain it, the more he felt it was a trap. Brother Biao and Young Master Jin were involved, and the account book issue was spreading like wildfire in Kowloon. If he wasn't careful, he would fall into this muddy water.

"Damn it, Su Hanze..." Old Chen cursed in a low voice, took out his cell phone, found Ah Liu's number, and dialed it. The phone rang twice, and Ah Liu's lazy voice came: "Brother Chen? What's the matter so late?"

"Stop the fucking bullshit." Lao Chen lowered his voice, his tone revealing anger. "I did what Boss Su asked you to say, but Brother Biao's people are here with weapons tonight, and there are more people watching me at the dock than dogs. You make it clear to Boss Su, if this matter drags on, I won't fucking take the blame."

"Hey, Brother Chen, you're really angry." Ah Liu smiled a little sarcastically, "Okay, I'll tell the boss. But don't worry, Boss Su has already made arrangements for Brother Biao. Just stick to the route to Dongwan, and don't ask any more questions about other things."

"Don't ask too many questions?" Old Chen snorted. "Ah Liu, do you f*cking think I'm stupid? If Brother Biao and Young Master Jin really start a fight, I'll be the first one to suffer at the dock. Tell Boss Su that he wants me to take the lead, so you have to give me some confidence, right?"

"Bottom?" Ah Liu paused and lowered his voice a few notes. "Brother Chen, I've got your message. As for whether the boss will give you a bottom or not, you decide for yourself. Over at the dock, you better keep it stable first and don't let Brother Biao's people take advantage of any opportunity." After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Old Chen stared at the black screen of his phone, his face gloomy as if water was about to drip. He smashed the beer bottle to the ground, breaking the glass all over the floor, attracting the sidelong glances of several men nearby. "What are you looking at?" Old Chen glared at them, "Go, keep an eye on the warehouse, if anyone dares to slack off, I'll chop off his hand!"

In an underground casino in Kowloon, Fatty Rong had just finished a bowl of wonton noodles and sat at the coffee table, holding a cigar in his hand, staring gloomily at the surveillance screen on the wall. On the screen, two of Jin Shao's men were wandering around the corner outside the casino, pretending to be passers-by, but their eyes were like wolves, scanning around.

Xiao Hei stood nearby and whispered, "Brother Rong, Young Master Jin's people are here again tonight, probably for the account book. The rumor I spread last night has spread in Yau Ma Tei, saying that the account book contains not only Young Master Jin's cargo list, but also Ah Biao's transportation records. Now at the dock, Brother Biao's people have also started to keep an eye on Lao Chen."

"Keep an eye on Old Chen?" Fatty Rong sneered and blew out a smoke ring. "Xiao Hei, you're doing a good job. Su Hanze wants me to be a target, but I'm going to let these bastards bite me. Go, spread some rumors, saying that there are still dirty accounts of Mr. Zhou in the account book. To be more specific, say that several shipments in Kowloon are in collusion with the police station."

"Mr. Zhou?" Xiao Hei was stunned for a moment and swallowed his saliva. "Brother Rong, isn't this dragging Mr. Zhou into this? What if he gets anxious, and the police station..."

"Anxious?" Fatty Rong glared at him and flicked the ash off his cigar. "Xiao Hei, are you fucking crazy? It's better if Zhou Sir is anxious. If he is anxious, Young Master Jin and Ah Biao will be even more confused. Su Hanze wants to watch the show, but I want to make it more exciting. Go, spread the word, don't fucking let me down."

"Yes." Xiao Hei nodded and turned to make arrangements. Feizai Rong leaned on the sofa, tapped his fingers on his cigar, and looked at the monitoring screen with gloomy eyes. He whispered to himself: "Su Hanze, Jin Shao, A Biao, Zhou SIR, these bastards, no one can escape."

In the VIP room of the East Bay Club, Young Master Jin had just finished a shower and was sitting on a mahogany sofa wrapped in a bathrobe, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

Zhang Hai stood nearby and whispered, "Mr. Jin, there's news from Kowloon that Fatty Rong has leaked the news again, saying that the account book contains not only your cargo list, but also Mr. Zhou's dirty accounts. Specifically, it says that Kowloon has colluded with the police station for several shipments."

"Sir Zhou?" Young Master Jin narrowed his eyes and shook the wine glass in his hand. "Zhang Hai, that bastard Feizai Rong is trying to muddy the waters even more. Su Hanze talked to me about the account books last night and denied everything. Now Feizai Rong is dragging me into talking about Sir Zhou. Damn, do these people think I'm stupid?" "Young Master Jin, what should we do?" Zhang Hai asked in a low voice. "I have someone keeping an eye on the casino in Kowloon, but Feizai Rong is as slippery as a loach and we haven't found anything. At the dock, Brother Biao's people are also wandering around. I guess they have heard the news."

"Brother Biao?" Young Master Jin sneered and took a sip of whiskey. "Zhang Hai, go and find someone to pass a message to Brother Biao. Tell him about the account book. Fatty Rong is behind this and wants him to be a cannon fodder. At the dock, tell his people to stop focusing on Lao Chen and keep an eye on Su Hanze's goods."

"Yes." Zhang Hai nodded and took out his phone to arrange for someone. Young Master Jin leaned on the sofa, looking at the night view outside the window with a gloomy look. He whispered to himself: "Fatty Rong, Su Hanze, Mr. Zhou, I will slowly settle this account with you."

In the office of Yau Ma Tei Police Station, Mr. Zhou had just hung up a phone call and sat on a leather chair, holding a cigarette in his hand, his face gloomy as if water was about to drip. There was a new report on the table. The rumors about Fatty Rong were getting more and more serious. Now even the police station was talking about it, saying that the account book contained not only his dirty accounts, but also the cargo list records of Jin Shao and Ah Biao.

Ah Hao pushed the door open and whispered, "Sir Zhou, there's news from Kowloon that Fatty Rong has leaked again, saying that the account books mentioned several shipments from Kowloon that were in collusion with the police station. Now in Yau Ma Tei, someone is already spreading your name."

"My name?" Mr. Zhou narrowed his eyes, not even caring about the cigarette ash falling on the table. "Ah Hao, that bastard Fatty Rong wants to make me a target. Go, find someone to keep an eye on the casino in Kowloon, don't let me catch him."

"Yes." Ah Hao nodded, paused and said, "Sir Zhou, Young Master Jin's people were also hanging around outside the casino last night. They are probably after the account book. Over at the dock, Brother Biao's people are also keeping an eye on Old Chen. The issue of the cargo list is probably related to Su Hanze."

"Su Hanze?" Zhou sneered and put out his cigarette. "Ah Hao, go and ask someone to pass a message to Su Hanze. Tell him to stop playing dumb. The police station is watching him. Fatty Rong wants to muddy the waters, but I want to let him know that he can't play this game as he pleases."

"Yes." Ah Hao responded and turned to make arrangements. Mr. Zhou leaned back in his leather chair and looked at the report on the table with a gloomy look. He whispered to himself: "Account book, account book, what the hell is this?"

In a tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Lao Li had just finished a pineapple bun and sat in a booth by the window, holding a cup of milk tea in his hand, looking at the street view outside the window with a complicated look. The flow of people on the street gradually increased, and the shouts of street vendors came one after another. He took out his mobile phone, found Xiao Ma's number, and dialed it.

"Hey, Xiao Ma?" Old Li lowered his voice, "How's your verification of the account book? Rumors about Feizai Rong are everywhere now, and even Mr. Zhou's name has been dragged into this."

"Brother Li, it's hard to say about the account book." Xiao Ma's voice came from the receiver, a little cautious, "I asked a few informants last night, and the news of Fatty Rongfang was too strong, and Kowloon has been in chaos. Jin Shao's people are hanging around outside the casino, Biao Ge's people are watching Lao Chen at the dock, and Zhou SIR is also investigating Su Hanze. What is in the account book, no one can tell."

"No one can explain it clearly?" Old Li sneered, tapping his fingers on the table. "Xiao Ma, don't fool me. Fatty Rong is spreading rumors so fiercely, probably to get these people to fight. Go and find someone to verify it again. I need to know something about the account book."

"Okay, Brother Li, I'll go ask around." Xiao Ma paused and whispered, "However, Mr. Zhou's people are also watching over here in Yau Ma Tei. I guess he was scared by the news about Fatty Rong. Brother Li, we have to be careful here and don't let anyone target us."

"Be careful?" Old Li snorted, "Xiao Ma, go and keep an eye on the Yau Ma Tei Police Station. Don't let Mr. Zhou's people find out. I have to find out about the account book. What are these people doing?" After saying that, he hung up the phone, leaned back in his chair, and looked at the street view outside the window with complicated eyes. He whispered to himself, "Fatty Rong, Su Hanze, Young Master Jin, Mr. Zhou, these bastards, no one can escape."

In the office of Baishuishan Mine, Su Hanze had just made a cup of tea and sat on a leather chair, holding a cigarette in his hand, looking gloomily at the excavator outside the window. The air was filled with the smell of dust and the roar came in waves.

Ah Liu pushed the door open and whispered, "Boss, Lao Chen called again, saying that Brother Biao's people brought weapons to the dock, and he can't stand it anymore. Regarding the cargo list, he still insisted that it was Dongwan who settled it, but he asked me to ask you, when will it be delivered?"

"Bottom?" Su Hanze sneered and exhaled a puff of smoke. "Old Chen is as slippery as a loach, and he still wants bottom? Ah Liu, go and tell Old Chen that he has insisted on the bill of lading. If Brother Biao's people dare to move, I will make them pay for it."

"Yes." Ah Liu nodded and took out his phone to send a message to Lao Chen. Su Hanze leaned back in the leather chair, tapping his fingers on the table, but his mind was full of rumors about Fatty Rongfang. The account book issue was now widely circulated, and even Mr. Zhou's name was involved. This game of chess was getting more and more chaotic.

"Damn it, Fatty Rong..." Su Hanze cursed in a low voice, took out his cell phone, found an unfamiliar number, and dialed it. The phone rang twice, and a deep voice came: "Boss Su? What's the matter so early?"

"Stop the fucking nonsense." Su Hanze lowered his voice, his tone revealing anger, "Have you heard about Fatty Rong? He blamed Mr. Zhou for the account book issue, and Kowloon is in chaos. How's the investigation going on your side?"

"Boss Su, it's hard to say about the account book." The other party paused and lowered his voice a few notes. "Fatty Rong is spreading rumors, but no one can tell where the account book is. Young Master Jin's people are hanging around outside the casino, Brother Biao's people are watching Old Chen at the dock, and Mr. Zhou is also investigating you. Boss Su, you have to think about this situation."

"Weigh it?" Su Hanze sneered, "Go, find someone to check Feizai Rong's casino again, don't let me down. I need to know something about the account book." After saying that, he hung up the phone, leaned back in the leather chair, and looked at the list of goods on the table with a gloomy look. He whispered to himself: "Feizai Rong, Jin Shao, A Biao, Zhou SIR, these bastards, no one can escape."

Next to the warehouse at the dock, Lao Chen had just hung up the phone with Ah Liu, and his face looked gloomy. Su Hanze used the same rhetoric, asking him to stick to the route of the cargo list, but he didn't give a single word.

(End of this chapter)