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

Chapter 327 This matter cannot be solved by a fight at the dock

"Yes." Ah Hui responded and hung up the phone. Lao Li leaned against the phone booth, exhaled a puff of smoke, and looked at the traffic on the street with complicated eyes. He whispered to himself: "The account book, the account book, what the hell is this hot potato?"

At the warehouse at the dock, Lao Chen had just hung up the phone with Ah Liu, 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. Biao's men were watching the container more and more closely, and the people at the warehouse were already panicking. Ah Ming came over and whispered, "Brother Chen, Biao's men are here again tonight, hiding behind the container, with weapons. The brothers are a little panicked, what should we do?"

"Panic?" Old Chen glared at him and spat, "Ah Ming, are you fucking crazy? Go, find a few tough brothers, bring weapons, and surround the container. If Brother Biao's men dare to move, break their legs."

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

In the underground casino in Kowloon, Feizai Rong had just finished a plate of fried beef noodles 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 fierce, and even Lao Chen's name was involved.

Xiao Hei stood nearby and whispered, "Brother Rong, word has spread that there are records of Lao Chen's cargo in the account book. Now the docks are probably going to be in chaos. Young Master Jin's people were hanging around outside the casino last night. They were probably 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 Lao Chen's cargo list, but also Zhou Sir's dirty accounts. To be specific, say that several shipments from the police station are related to the warehouse at the dock. 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, Lao Chen, you guys fight your own battles, I want to see who is the most drowned in this muddy water."

The night at the dock was as dark as ink, and the wind carried the fishy smell of the sea, making the cigarette butt in Lao Chen's hand flicker. He sat on a broken chair next to the warehouse, staring gloomily at the direction of the container pile in the distance.

Ah Ming had just led his men to surround the container. When he came back, his face was covered with sweat. He leaned close to Lao Chen's ear and whispered, "Brother Chen, Brother Biao's men are still there, hiding like rats. They have weapons, but the brothers surrounded them and didn't dare to attack. I'm afraid if we delay any longer, they will really break into the warehouse."

"Break in by force?" 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 vegetable market? Go, find a few tougher brothers, bring all the weapons, and block the container area for me. If Brother Biao's men dare to move, I will make sure that not a single one of them can crawl back."

"Yes." Ah Ming swallowed his saliva, nodded, turned around and took out his phone to arrange for someone. Lao Chen exhaled a puff of smoke and squinted his eyes to look in the direction of the container pile. Su Hanze asked him to insist that the order was from Dongwan, but Brother Biao's people were watching more and more closely. The warehouse was like a taut string that could break at any time. He took out his phone, flipped to Ah Liu's number, and dialed it.

The phone rang four times, and Ah Liu's voice came with a hint of impatience: "Brother Chen? What the hell is going on? It's the middle of the night, and I just laid down."

"Lie on your mother's bed!" Lao Chen lowered his voice, anger rising in his tone, "Brother Biao's people are hiding behind the container tonight, with weapons, watching the warehouse like dogs. I will bite to death what Boss Su asked you to say, but if this matter is delayed any longer, Brother Biao will chop me into meat sauce. You tell Boss Su clearly, will you give me the bottom line? Don't let me bear the bomb alone!"

"Hey, Brother Chen, are you anxious?" Ah Liu smiled in a way that made him want a beating. "Okay, I'll tell the boss. But don't panic. Boss Su already has a plan for Brother Biao. You stick to the route to East Bay and keep the warehouse stable. Don't mess up."

"Hold on?" Old Chen snorted coldly, almost crushing his phone. "Ah Liu, you are talking without any pain in your back! Brother Biao and Young Master Jin are involved in a dispute, and the account book issue is now all over the place. I will be the first one to be stabbed at the dock. Tell Boss Su that he wants me to take the lead, 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. At the dock, you should suppress Brother Biao's people first and don't let Boss Su down." After that, he hung up the phone.

Old Chen stared at his black screen phone, his face gloomy. 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 feet!"

In an underground casino in Kowloon, Fatty Rong had just finished a plate of barbecued pork rice and sat beside the coffee table, holding a cigar in his hand, staring at the surveillance screen with gloomy eyes.

On the screen, two more of Jin Shao's men appeared on the street corner outside the casino. They pretended to be passers-by, but their eyes were like hungry wolves, scanning around. Xiao Hei stood by and whispered, "Brother Rong, Jin Shao's men came again tonight, probably for the account book. The rumor has spread like wildfire in Yau Ma Tei, saying that the account book contains not only your cargo list, but also Mr. Zhou's dirty accounts, and even Lao Chen's dock cargo list."

"Old Chen's cargo list?" Fatty Rong sneered and blew out a smoke ring. "Xiao Hei, you did a good job. Su Hanze wanted me to be a target, but I want to let these bastards bite harder. Go, spread some rumors, saying that there are still Brother Biao's transportation records in the account book. To be more specific, say that several of Brother Biao's shipments are related to the warehouse at the dock and the informant at the police station."

"Brother Biao?" Xiao Hei was stunned for a moment and swallowed his saliva. "Brother Rong, aren't you pushing Brother Biao to death? Su Hanze will probably want to watch the fun again, and Young Master Jin will probably explode as well."

"It'd be better if it explodes!" Fatty Rong glared at him and flicked the ash off his cigar. "Xiao Hei, are you fucking crazy? Su Hanze wants to watch a show, but I want to make this show a mess. Brother Biao, that bastard, dared to get involved with Young Master Jin, so he will have to get bitten. Go, spread the word, and 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 escape."

In the VIP room of the East Bay Club, Young Master Jin had just made a cup of coffee and was sitting on the mahogany sofa, holding the cup in his hand, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm. Zhang Hai stood by and whispered, "Young Master Jin, there's just been news from Kowloon that Fatty Rong has leaked again, saying that the account book contains not only your cargo list, but also Brother Biao's shipping records, specifically, Brother Biao's several shipments, which are related to the warehouse at the dock and the informant at the police station."

"An informant from the police station?" Young Master Jin narrowed his eyes and shook the coffee cup in his hand. "Zhang Hai, that bastard Feizai Rong wants to drag everyone down. Su Hanze talked to me about the account book last night and denied everything. Now Feizai Rong is dragging Brother Biao into it. Damn, do these people think I'm stupid?"

"Brother Biao?" Young Master Jin sneered and took a sip of coffee. "Zhang Hai, go and find someone to pass a message to Brother Biao. Tell him about the account book. Fatty Rong is behind the scenes and wants him to be a cannon fodder. At the dock, tell his people not to just focus on Lao Chen, but to keep an eye on Su Hanze's goods. The informant at the police station, humph, I want to see who is stabbing me in the back."

"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, Brother Biao, I will slowly settle this account with you."

In the office of Yau Ma Tei Police Station, Mr. Zhou just lit a cigarette and sat on the leather chair, 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, and now even Brother Biao's transportation records were involved, saying that it was related to the warehouse at the dock and the informant of the police station.

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 Brother Biao's transportation records. In Yau Ma Tei, someone has already sent an informant from the police station."

"An informant from the police station?" 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, and don't let me catch him."

"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, Brother Biao, these bastards, no one can escape."

In a tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Lao Li had just finished a plate of barbecued pork rice and sat in a booth by the window, holding a cup of milk tea in his hand, looking out the window at the street scene 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 Feizai Rong have even involved Brother Biao's shipping records. It's said that it's related to the warehouse at the dock and the informant at the police station."

On the other end of the phone, Xiao Ma's voice was a little hoarse, as if he had just finished smoking a few cigarettes: "Lao Li, verify your ass, this matter is all over the city now, who the hell knows whether it is true or not? The rumor that Feizai Rongfang released is probably to muddy the waters. But I just came back from Yau Ma Tei and heard some news that Brother Biao's people almost fought with Lao Chen's people at the dock last night. There was a circle around the container, and it was all tough guys."

Old Li frowned, and the milk tea cup in his hand squeaked as he squeezed it. "At the dock? Didn't Old Chen insist that the bill of lading was from Dongwan? Why is Brother Biao still targeting him? Xiao Ma, tell me the truth, is this account book real? Or is Fatty Rong behind this?"

"Ledger?" Xiao Ma sneered, his voice revealing a hint of disdain. "Old Li, don't be so naive. The ledger is most likely a cover-up by Su Hanze to get these bastards to bite each other. Fatty Rong just went along with the rumor, and as for whether it's true or not, whoever gets the final say will have the final say. Now the docks, casinos, and police stations are all like fucking powder kegs. Whoever lights the fire will be finished."

Old Li was silent for a few seconds, and then he looked out the window. A delivery guy was riding a motorcycle and speeding past. He lowered his voice and said, "Xiao Ma, are you still in touch with Su Hanze? If this matter goes on any longer, there will probably be a river of blood at the dock. Brother Biao is not an easy person to deal with, and Old Chen is not someone you can easily mess with."

"Su Hanze?" Xiao Ma paused, his voice becoming more cautious. "Old Li, to tell you the truth, Boss Su is hiding in East Bay now. On the surface, he seems to be fine, but I heard that he met with Young Master Jin last night and talked for three hours. The account book issue was probably instigated by the two of them. As for me? Hey, I'm just a fucking errand boy. How dare I get involved so deeply?"

Old Li narrowed his eyes and put the cup of milk tea on the table with a slight "pop" sound. "Three hours? Doesn't that bastard Jin Shao look down on Su Hanze all the time? Why are they together now? Xiao Ma, don't play tricks on me. You must know something about this."

"Inside story?" Xiao Ma lowered his voice a bit, as if trying to prevent someone from eavesdropping. "Lao Li, do you really want to know? Okay, I'll tell you some dry goods, but don't tell anyone.

What Young Master Jin discussed with Su Hanze last night was not only the account book, but also the ownership of the cargo at the dock. I heard that there was not only Lao Chen's cargo list in the warehouse, but also a large cargo that was related to Mr. Zhou from the police station. Young Master Jin wanted to swallow up the cargo, and Su Hanze wanted to use Young Master Jin's hand to kill Lao Chen and Brother Biao together. "

Old Li's face darkened, and he tapped his fingers on the table twice. "Sir Zhou? Damn it, Fatty Rong's rumor that the police station had an informant was indeed true. Xiao Ma, can you help me dig deeper to find out who has the account book? If there really is a dirty account of Sir Zhou, this matter cannot be resolved by a fight at the dock."

"Dig?" Xiao Ma snorted with a hint of sarcasm, "Old Li, do you think I'm a god? No one has ever seen the true face of the account book. Fatty Rong, Jin Shao, and Su Hanze are all betting on who will reveal the truth first. I advise you not to get too involved. This muddy water can drown people without blinking an eye."

After the call ended, Lao Li stared at the screen of his mobile phone, his eyes as gloomy as the dark clouds outside the window. He took a sip of the milk tea, but it tasted as bland as boiled water. The flow of people on the street was still surging, and the hustle and bustle of Tsim Sha Tsui was as usual, but Lao Li's mind was full of the shadows of the dock, the account book, and the police station. He cursed in a low voice: "Damn, these bastards, all want to be the fishermen."

The night at the dock was still so dark. Lao Chen sat on a broken chair next to the warehouse. The cigarette in his hand had burned to the end, and the ashes fell all over the floor. Ah Ming had just led his men to add another layer of sentry at the container. When he came back, his face was sweating. He leaned close to Lao Chen's ear and said, "Brother Chen, Brother Biao's men are still there, hiding behind the container. There are probably seven or eight of them, with weapons. The brothers have blocked the road, but they don't seem to plan to leave."

(End of this chapter)