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

Chapter 326: Chaos at the Dock

Brother Biao's men were watching the dock more and more closely, and the people at the warehouse were already panicking. Ah Ming came over and whispered, "Brother Chen, Brother Biao's men came again tonight with weapons, and they are probably heading for the warehouse. The brothers are a little panicked, what should we do?"

"Panic?" Old Chen glared at him and spat, "A Ming, are you fucking crazy? Go, find a few tough brothers, bring weapons, and keep a close eye on Brother Biao's men. Anyone who dares to get close to the warehouse will have his legs broken."

"Yes." Ah Ming nodded and turned to make arrangements. Lao Chen leaned back on a broken chair, holding a beer bottle in his hand, and looked at the lights of the dock with gloomy eyes. He whispered to himself: "Su Hanze, Ah Biao, Jin Shao, these bastards, all want to eat meat, but who the hell can bite off this piece of meat?"

In the underground casino in Kowloon, Fatty Rong had just finished smoking a cigar and sat at the coffee table, staring at the surveillance screen with gloomy eyes. On the screen, Jin Shao's people were still wandering outside the casino, and Biao Ge's people were also watching Lao Chen at the dock. The rumors about the account book were getting more and more serious, and even Zhou Sir's name was involved.

Xiao Hei stood nearby and whispered, "Brother Rong, the word has spread that there are still Zhou Sir's dirty accounts in the account book. Now Yau Ma Tei is in chaos. Mr. Jin's people were hanging around outside the casino last night. I guess they were after the account book."

"It's a mess?" Fatty Rong sneered, picked up his coffee and took a sip, "Xiao Hei, you did a good job. Go and spread the word that the account book contains not only Zhou Sir's dirty accounts, but also Su Hanze's cargo list records. Let's see if these bastards will fight."

"Yes." Xiao Hei nodded and turned to make arrangements. Feizai Rong leaned on the sofa, looking at the morning light outside the window with gloomy eyes. He whispered to himself: "Su Hanze, Jin Shao, A Biao, Zhou Sir, you fight your own battles, I want to see who is the most drowned in this muddy water."

The night wind at the dock blew even harder, bringing with it a fishy and salty smell, making the cigarette butt in Lao Chen's hand flicker. He sat on a broken chair next to the warehouse, staring gloomily at the lights of the dock in the distance.

Ah Ming had just returned from a patrol with his men. He leaned over to Lao Chen's ear and whispered, "Brother Chen, Brother Biao's men have added a few more tonight. They are armed and hiding behind the pile of containers on the east side of the dock. I asked the brothers to keep an eye on them, but they all have murderous eyes and look like they want to eat people. The brothers can't stand it any longer."

"Can't stand it?" Old Chen sneered, flicking the ash off his cigarette, the cigarette butt emitting a streak of red light in the night, "Ah Ming, do you f*cking think this is a charity? Go, find a few tough brothers, bring weapons, and surround those containers for me. If Brother Biao's men dare to move, break their legs, don't f*cking show any mercy."

"Yes." Ah Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead, nodded, turned around and took out his phone to arrange for someone. Lao Chen exhaled a puff of smoke and squinted at the pile of containers on the east side of the dock. Su Hanze asked him to insist that the order was from Dongwan, but Brother Biao's people were watching more and more closely, and the warehouse was already in a panic. He took out his phone, flipped to Ah Liu's number, and dialed it.

The phone rang three times, and Ah Liu's lazy voice came: "Brother Chen? What's the matter? It's the middle of the night, and I just went to bed."

"Go to sleep!" Lao Chen lowered his voice, his tone revealing anger, "Brother Biao's people are bringing weapons tonight, hiding behind the container and watching the warehouse. I did what Boss Su asked you to say, but if this matter is delayed any longer, I will be chopped to death by Brother Biao's people. Tell Boss Su clearly when you will give the bottom line? Don't let me be the only one in the front!"

"Hey, Brother Chen, you're really angry." Ah Liu smiled in a somewhat sarcastic way, "Okay, I'll tell the boss. But don't worry, Boss Su has made arrangements for Brother Biao. You stick to the route to Dongwan, and don't worry about anything else."

"Don't worry about it?" Old Chen snorted. "Ah Liu, do you fucking think I'm stupid? Brother Biao and Young Master Jin are involved in this, and the account book issue is now all over the place. I'm the first one to suffer at the dock. Tell Boss Su that he wants me to take the blame, so you have to tell me the truth, right?"

"Tell me the truth?" Ah Liu paused and lowered his voice a few notes. "Brother Chen, I've got your message. As for whether the boss will give it to you or not, it's up to you to decide. As for over at the dock, you better keep it steady first and don't let Brother Biao's people take advantage of the situation." After that, he hung up the phone.

Old Chen stared at his black screen phone, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm. He threw his cigarette butt to the ground, stomped on it twice, and yelled to the henchman next to him: "What are you looking at? Go, keep an eye on the container. If anyone dares to slack off, I'll chop off his hand!"

In an underground casino in Kowloon, Fatty Rong just lit a new cigar and sat at the coffee table, staring at the surveillance screen with a gloomy look. On the screen, two of Jin Shao's men appeared on the street 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 came again tonight, probably for the account books. The news has spread in Yau Ma Tei, saying that the account books not only contain your cargo list, but also Mr. Zhou's dirty accounts, and even several shipments from the police station are involved."

"Did you get involved?" Fatty Rong sneered and blew out a smoke ring. "Xiao Hei, you did a good job. Su Hanze wanted me to be a target, and I'm going to let these bastards bite me. Go, spread some more rumors, saying that there are still Lao Chen's cargo list records in the account book. To be specific, say that the cargo at the dock is related to the East Bay route."

"Old Chen?" Xiao Hei was stunned for a moment and swallowed his saliva. "Brother Rong, aren't you dragging Old Chen into this? Su Hanze will probably want to watch the fun again."

"Watching the fun?" Fatty Rong glared at him and flicked the ash off his cigar. "Xiao Hei, are you fucking crazy? Su Hanze wants to watch the show, but I want to make it even more chaotic. Old Chen is as slippery as a loach, let him have a taste of being stared at. 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, Lao Chen, these bastards, no one can be comfortable."

In the VIP room of the Dongwan Club, Young Master Jin had just finished a plate of fried dumplings and sat on the mahogany sofa, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, his face gloomy as if water was about to drip. Zhang Hai stood beside him and whispered, "Young Master Jin, there's just been news from Kowloon that Fatty Rong has leaked again, saying that there's not only your cargo list in the account book, but also Old Chen's cargo list records, specifically the cargo at the dock, which is related to the Dongwan route."

"Old Chen?" Young Master Jin narrowed his eyes and shook the wine glass in his hand. "Zhang Hai, that bastard Fatty Rong wants to drag everyone down with him. Su Hanze talked to me about the account book last night and denied everything. Now Fatty Rong is dragging Old Chen into this. Damn, do these people think I'm stupid?"

"Mr. Jin, what should we do?" Zhang Hai asked in a low voice, "I have people keeping an eye on the casino in Kowloon, but Fatty Rong is as slippery as a loach and we haven't found anything. Over at the dock, Brother Biao's people are also keeping an eye on Lao Chen. They must 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 about the account book. Fatty Rong is behind the scenes and wants to use Old Chen as a cannon fodder. At the dock, tell his people not to just focus on Old Chen, but to keep a close eye on Su Hanze's goods." "Yes." Zhang Hai nodded and took out his phone to arrange for people. Young Master Jin leaned back on the sofa, looking at the night view outside the window with a gloomy look. He whispered to himself: "Fatty Rong, Su Hanze, Old Chen, I will slowly settle this account with you."

In the office of Yau Ma Tei Police Station, Mr. Zhou had just made a cup of tea and sat on a leather chair, holding a cigarette in his hand, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm. There was a new report on the table, and the rumors about Fatty Rong were getting more and more serious, and now even Lao Chen's name was involved, saying that the goods mentioned in the account book at the dock were related to the route to East Bay.

Ah Hao pushed the door open and whispered, "Sir Zhou, news just came from Kowloon that Fatty Rong has leaked again, saying that the account book contains not only your dirty accounts, but also Lao Chen's cargo list records. Someone in Yau Ma Tei has already spread the word. Young Master Jin's people are hanging around outside the casino, and Brother Biao's people are watching Lao Chen at the dock. The cargo list issue is probably related to Su Hanze."

"Old Chen?" Mr. Zhou narrowed his eyes, not caring about the cigarette ash falling on the table. "Ah Hao, that bastard Fatty Rong is trying to muddy the waters even more. Go, find someone to keep an eye on the warehouse at the dock, and don't let me catch Old Chen."

"Yes." Ah Hao nodded, paused and said, "Sir Zhou, Mr. Jin's people were also hanging around outside the casino last night. I think they were after the account book. Su Hanze is probably behind this as well."

"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: "Fatty Rong, Su Hanze, Lao Chen, these bastards, no one can escape."

In a tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Lao Li had just ordered a roast goose rice 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?" Lao Li lowered his voice, "How's your verification of the account book? The rumors about Fatty Rong have even involved Lao Chen, saying that the shipments at the dock are related to the East Bay route."

"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 guys up to?"

After 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, Jin Shao, Zhou SIR, Lao Chen, these bastards, no one can be comfortable."

In the office of Baishuishan Mine, Su Hanze had just finished a bowl of porridge 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 Biao's people brought weapons to the dock and hid behind the containers to watch the warehouse. He can't stand it anymore, so he asked you, when will you pay?"

"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 has even dragged Lao Chen into it, and this game of chess is getting more and more chaotic.

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

"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, Lao Chen, these bastards, no one can escape."

In a small bar in Mong Kok, Brother Biao had just ordered a bottle of beer and was sitting in a booth in the corner, holding a cigarette in his hand and staring at the mobile phone on the table with gloomy eyes.

His henchman, Aqiang, had just returned from the dock and whispered, "Brother Biao, Lao Chen insisted that the order was from Dongwan, but I asked someone to keep an eye on the warehouse. My brothers said Lao Chen's people brought weapons tonight. I guess they are panicking."

"Panic?" Brother Biao sneered and took a sip of beer. "Aqiang, who is panicking, Lao Chen or Su Hanze? Young Master Jin told me last night that Fatty Rong was behind the account book incident and wanted to use Lao Chen as a cannon fodder. Damn, do these people think I'm stupid?"

"Brother Biao, what should we do?" Ah Qiang asked in a low voice, "Old Chen's people are keeping a close eye on the dock, so it's hard to take over the warehouse. Young Master Jin's people are also wandering around Kowloon, and they're probably after the account book."

"Mr. Jin?" Brother Biao narrowed his eyes and flicked the ash off his cigarette. "Aqiang, go find someone to keep an eye on Mr. Jin's people. Don't let them take advantage of any loopholes. Over at the dock, Old Chen is insisting on the route to Dongwan. It's probably Su Hanze who's backing him up. Go check Su Hanze's cargo for me and see what he's hiding."

"Yes." Aqiang nodded and turned to make arrangements. Brother Biao leaned on the booth and looked at the dim light of the bar with gloomy eyes. He whispered to himself: "Su Hanze, Jin Shao, Fatty Rong, Lao Chen, these bastards, no one can be comfortable."

In a telephone booth on the street of Yau Ma Tei, Lao Li had just hung up the phone with Xiao Ma, lit a cigarette, leaned against the glass of the telephone booth, and looked at the neon lights on the street with complicated eyes. The rumors about Feizai Rong were getting more and more serious, and now even Lao Chen's name was involved. The account book issue was like a fog, and no one could see clearly. He took out his mobile phone, flipped to Ah Hui's number, and dialed it.

"Hey, Ah Hui?" Old Li lowered his voice, "What's the latest news from Mr. Zhou? The rumors about Fatty Rong have even dragged Old Chen into this. I think there's going to be chaos at the dock."

"Brother Li, Mr. Zhou stayed at the police station until midnight again last night." Ah Hui's voice came from the receiver, a little tired, "I heard that he had people keep an eye on the warehouse at the dock. He was probably scared by the news about Fatty Rong. Young Master Jin's people are wandering around Kowloon, and Brother Biao's people are keeping an eye on Old Chen at the dock. The account book issue is probably related to Su Hanze."

"Su Hanze?" Old Li narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the glass of the phone booth. "Ah Hui, go and keep an eye on the Yau Ma Tei Police Station. Don't let Mr. Zhou's people find out. I need to find someone to verify the account book. Everyone in this gang wants to be the boss, but who wins and who loses in this game depends on who has the faster knife."

(End of this chapter)