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

Chapter 329 Let These People Fight Each Other

Mr. Zhou sneered and slapped the information on the table: "Join hands? How dare Su Hanze, that loach, join hands with Young Master Jin? But you are right, it is not that simple. Ah Hao, go and arrange a few people to go to the dock tonight to keep an eye on Brother Biao and Lao Chen's people, and by the way, check what is wrong with Su Hanze's goods. The informant in the police station, humph, I want to see who is stabbing me in the back."

Ah Hao nodded and turned to leave the office. Mr. Zhou leaned back in his leather chair, staring at the information on the table with a gloomy look. Fatty Rong, Su Hanze, Young Master Jin, Brother Biao, and Old Chen, these guys are more slippery than the others. The bigger the account book incident gets, the deeper the water behind it. He blew a smoke ring and whispered to himself: "Damn, is this account book real or fake?"

At a tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Lao Li finished his wonton noodles and almost drank his iced lemon tea. He paid the bill, got up and left the restaurant. The night wind was a bit chilly, so he wrapped his coat tightly and walked to the telephone booth on the corner. Mobile phones were not safe, so for this kind of thing, the old-fashioned public telephone was more reliable. He put in a few coins and dialed a number.

"Hello, is this Lao Chen?" Lao Li lowered his voice, his tense face reflected on the glass of the phone booth, "Have you heard about what happened at the dock? Fatty Rong has leaked again, saying that the account book contains not only Mr. Jin's money laundering records, but also your cargo list. Specifically, it is related to an informant in the police station."

Old Chen on the other end of the phone said in a low, angry voice, "Old Li, you're really fast at getting news. Fatty Rong, that fat guy, wants to torture me to death. I've heard about the account book a long time ago. Su Hanze mentioned it to me last night, saying that Young Master Jin had a discussion with him at the East Bay Club, and it was probably related to the account book. Damn, do these people think I'm stupid?"

Old Li frowned, and held the receiver tighter in his hand. "Did Su Hanze mention Young Master Jin to you? Old Chen, tell me the truth, have you and Su Hanze been getting a little close recently? At the dock, Brother Biao's people almost got into a fight with your people last night. Could it be that Su Hanze was behind this?"

Old Chen sneered, his voice revealing a bit of disdain: "Old Li, don't play that trick on me. Can I still trust that loach Su Hanze? But you are right, the matter at the dock is not that simple. That bastard Brother Biao almost robbed my goods last night, luckily my people reacted quickly. I have arranged for people to watch over the dock tonight, if Brother Biao dares to make a move again, I will make him pay for it."

Old Li narrowed his eyes. The street lights outside the phone booth flickered, making his face look a little gloomy. "Old Chen, you can handle the matter of the dock yourself. But I advise you, the rumors about Fatty Rongfang are getting more and more fierce, and the informant from the police station has also been involved. You'd better check if there is a traitor among your people. The matter of the account book is probably not that simple."

Lao Chen was silent for a while, then lowered his voice: "Lao Li, what do you mean by this? Insider? Do you think someone among my people has hooked up with Fatty Rong?"

Lao Li did not answer directly, but said calmly: "Lao Chen, you have been in the underworld for so many years, you know what's going on. I just want to remind you that the bigger the account book incident is, the more complicated the people behind it are. Su Hanze, Young Master Jin, Brother Biao, and Mr. Zhou, none of these people are easy to deal with. You can handle it yourself."

After hanging up the phone, Lao Li came out of the phone booth, lit a cigarette, and took a deep puff. The night wind blew the smoke away quickly. He squinted his eyes and looked at the tall buildings in the distance. The neon lights of Tsim Sha Tsui flashed blindingly in the night. The account book issue was like a net that covered everyone, and no one could escape. He blew out a smoke ring and whispered to himself: "Damn, this water is so deep that there is no bottom."

In the monitoring room of the East Bay Club, Xiao Hei sat in front of a bunch of screens, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, staring at the screen. Feizai Rong stood behind him, holding a cigar in his hand, and the smoke filled the monitoring room.

"Xiao Hei, how's the investigation going?" Fatty Rong said in a low voice, a little impatient. "Who did Su Hanze bring to the club last night? Did that bastard Jin Shao really team up with Su Hanze?"

Xiao Hei's fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard a few times and pulled up a surveillance video: "Brother Rong, look at this. At 10:30 last night, Su Hanze entered the VIP room with two people. One was his driver, A Long, and the other was unknown. He was wearing a baseball cap and his face was not clearly photographed. But I checked the surveillance in the parking lot. The man was driving a black Honda with a license plate from Kowloon."

"Kowloon?" Fatty Rong narrowed his eyes and twirled the cigar between his fingers. "Damn it, Su Hanze, that bastard, is really restless. Xiao Hei, go check the owner of this Honda, and by the way, see if Su Hanze has had any dealings with the people in Kowloon recently. I've spread enough rumors about the account book. Young Master Jin, Brother Biao, Mr. Zhou, and Old Chen, these people are probably as anxious as ants on a hot pot now."

Xiao Hei nodded and continued to type on the keyboard, switching the surveillance images frame by frame. Feizai Rong leaned back in his chair, staring at the screen with gloomy eyes. He was the one who stirred up the account book issue, with the goal of letting these people fight each other. But now the rumors are getting more and more fierce, even the informants from the police station are involved, and he is beginning to feel a little unsure. Is this account book real or fake? If there really is such a thing, what is written in it?
At the Yau Ma Tei Pier, the night was as dark as ink. The lights in the warehouse area were dim. Several trucks were parked in the corner. The air was filled with the smell of seawater and engine oil. Brother Biao stood next to a truck, holding a cigarette in his hand, his face was gloomy as if he wanted to eat someone. His subordinate Xiaodao stood next to him, reporting something in a low voice.

"Brother Biao, I've arranged for someone to keep an eye on the dock." Xiaodao lowered his voice, "Old Chen's people are also hanging around nearby tonight, probably trying to steal our goods. But I just received news that someone leaked that there's something wrong with Su Hanze's goods, and the police station's informant has already been keeping an eye on them."

"Su Hanze's stuff?" Brother Biao frowned and took a deep puff of his cigarette. "Damn, this rumor was spread too coincidentally. Xiaodao, tell me, is it Fatty Rong who is behind this? He was the one who spread the rumor about the account book, and now he's even dragged in Young Master Jin's money laundering records. He's an informant from the police station, huh, is he trying to drag us all into this?"

Xiao Dao hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Brother Biao, Feizai Rong is a very sinister person. But I heard that Su Hanze met with Young Master Jin at the Dongwan Club last night. No one knows what they talked about. Could it be that the two of them are teaming up and using the account book issue as a cover to squeeze us out?"

Brother Biao sneered, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stepped on it hard: "Join hands? How can Su Hanze, that loach, have the guts to join hands with Young Master Jin? But you are right, this matter is not that simple. Xiaodao, go and arrange a few people to go to the dock tonight to keep an eye on Lao Chen's people, and by the way, check what's wrong with Su Hanze's goods. The informant in the police station, I want to see who is stabbing me in the back."

Xiaodao responded and turned to make arrangements. Brother Biao stood alone beside the truck, lit a new cigarette, and looked gloomily at the sea in the distance. The bigger the account book incident became, the deeper the water behind it. He blew a smoke ring and whispered to himself: "Damn, is this account book real or fake?"

At the same time, in the VIP room of the East Bay Club, Young Master Jin had finished his glass of whiskey, and threw the glass casually on the table, making a crisp sound. He stood up and walked to the window, overlooking Hong Kong at night. Neon lights flickered in the distance, as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at him.

"Zhang Hai!" Young Master Jin suddenly called out, his voice a little angry. Zhang Hai pushed the door open and came in, lowering his head and saying, "Young Master Jin, what's the matter?"

"Go check on the two people Su Hanze brought last night." Young Master Jin turned around, his eyes as cold as ice. "Also, find out who is behind the rumors spread at the dock. Fatty Rong, that bastard, wants to drag me into this matter with the account book. Humph, I want to see how much he weighs."

Zhang Hai nodded and turned to leave the VIP room. Young Jin stood by the window alone, tapping his fingers on the windowsill, his mind full of the scenes from last night. Su Hanze's face was smiling like a fox, and his words were full of probing. He completely denied the matter of the account book, and also vaguely mentioned that Feizai Rong had been close to people in Kowloon recently. Young Jin narrowed his eyes. Feizai Rong, this fat guy, usually looks like a smiling tiger, but dares to play such a big game behind the scenes?

On the streets of Tsim Sha Tsui, Lao Li finished his cigarette, threw away the butt, wrapped his coat tightly and walked to the parking lot. His car was parked at the corner of the street. It was an old Toyota. The paint was a little faded, but the engine was still reliable. As soon as he opened the car door, his phone suddenly vibrated and a new message popped up on the screen.

"Xiao Ma: Lao Li, there's some movement at the dock. Brother Biao and Lao Chen's people are hanging around there tonight, and they're probably going to make a big move. Word has spread that there's something wrong with Su Hanze's cargo, and the police's informant is already keeping an eye on him. You better be careful, this is getting more and more confusing."

Old Li frowned and sent a message back: "Got it, be careful over there too. Fatty Rong, that bastard, is probably still doing something behind the scenes."

He put away his phone, got into the car and started the engine. In the night of Tsim Sha Tsui, the street lights were dim and the street vendors had almost finished their business. Old Li was holding the steering wheel, his mind full of account books.

Fatty Rong, Su Hanze, Young Master Jin, Brother Biao, Old Chen, and Mr. Zhou, these guys are more slippery than each other, and no one is willing to show their cards. But the rumors about the account book are getting more and more fierce, and the dock is expected to explode tonight. He narrowed his eyes and whispered to himself: "Damn, this water is so deep that there is no bottom."

In the Yau Ma Tei Police Station, in Mr. Zhou's office, the smoke had almost dissipated, but he was still smoking. Ah Hao had just returned from the pier, and his face looked a little gloomy.

"Sir Zhou, we found something at the dock." Ah Hao handed over a new piece of intelligence and whispered, "Su Hanze's cargo is indeed problematic. There are some unclean things mixed in it. I think he is trying to get away with it. But Brother Biao and Lao Chen's people are hanging around the dock tonight. I think they are trying to steal this batch of cargo."

Mr. Zhou took the intelligence, glanced at it, and sneered, "Dirty stuff? Su Hanze, that bastard, really dares to play tricks. Ah Hao, go and arrange a few people to keep an eye on the dock tonight. If Brother Biao and Lao Chen's people really start fighting, capture a few of them alive for me. Su Hanze's stuff, humph, I want to see how long he can hide."

Ah Hao nodded and turned to leave the office. Mr. Zhou leaned back in his leather chair, staring at the information on the table with a gloomy look. The account book was like a net that covered everyone, and no one could escape. He blew a smoke ring and whispered to himself: "Damn, is this account book real or fake?"

In the monitoring room of the East Bay Club, Xiao Hei finally found something. He pulled up a surveillance video of the parking lot, pointed at the screen and said to Fatty Rong, "Brother Rong, look at this. The man Su Hanze brought last night, the one wearing a peaked cap, driving a black Honda, the license plate is from Kowloon. I checked, the owner of the car is a gangster named Ah Hui, who usually runs a business in Kowloon, and has been close to Su Hanze recently."

Fatty Rong narrowed his eyes and twirled the cigar between his fingers. "Ah Hui? Damn, that bastard Su Hanze is really restless. Xiao Hei, go and arrange for someone to keep an eye on Ah Hui and see who he has been in contact with recently. I've spread enough rumors about the account book. Young Master Jin, Brother Biao, Mr. Zhou, and Old Chen are probably all as anxious as ants on a hot pot."

Xiao Hei nodded and continued to type on the keyboard, switching the surveillance images frame by frame. Feizai Rong leaned back in his chair, staring at the screen with a gloomy look. He was the one who got involved in the account book incident, and his purpose was to let these people fight each other.

But now the rumors were getting worse and worse, even the police station's informants were involved, and he began to feel a little unsure. Is this account book real or fake? If there really is such a thing, what is written in it?
As night fell, the streets of Kowloon were still bustling, but inside the office of the Yau Ma Tei Police Station, a heavy atmosphere filled the air. Mr. Zhou sat at the table, holding a nearly burned-out cigarette in his hand, his eyes gloomy as if he was brewing a storm. There were several reports piled on the table, and all the information pointed to the same place - the account book.

"Sir Zhou, do you want to wait any longer?" Ah Hao pushed the door open and saw Sir Zhou's expression. He immediately asked cautiously.

Mr. Zhou didn't look up, continued to stare at the documents on the table, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said coldly: "Wait? Wait for what? Wait for them to jump out one by one and point knives at me? This bunch of people are playing dirty tricks, how can I hold on to my bottom line?" He fiercely put out the cigarette in the ashtray, frowning.

"Brother Li said that there has been a lot of activity from Feizai Rong recently. There have been rumors that there is collusion between the police station and the account book." Ah Hao reminded in a low voice, "Maybe, we should do something."

"What to do?" Zhou Sir raised his head, his eyes stern, "Who dares to do anything now? In this game, everyone knows that Feizai Rong is not someone who can be easily dealt with. If I drag my name into this, I'm done for. Go and find a chance to spread the news, let them know that I don't intend to take out the account book."

Ah Hao nodded and turned to go out. Just as the door was about to close, Zhou SIR suddenly called him: "By the way, keep an eye on Fatty Rong, don't let him think I'm weak."

(End of this chapter)