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

Chapter 332 In this game, whoever can endure to the end will have the last laugh

"Speed ​​up?" Zhou Sir raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and put down the pen in his hand. "Yes, I like them to force themselves into a dead end. The more anxious they are, the easier it is to reveal their flaws." His eyes were sharp. "Go, keep watching Fatty Rong's casino. Don't let him think we are retreating."

"Yes." Ah Hao responded and turned to leave, but Zhou SIR suddenly called him.

"By the way," Mr. Zhou said slowly, "Send someone to find Young Master Jin and see if he is ready to face this storm. In my opinion, Young Master Jin's current mentality is what deserves our most attention."

Ah Hao nodded and walked out of the office. Zhou Sir still looked out the window with a stern expression. He knew that everyone's secrets were hidden in that account book. Whoever could control it would have the dominance of this game.

In a luxurious club in Dongwan, Jin Shao's office was still filled with silence, with only the wine in the glass gleaming coldly under the light. Zhang Hai stood in front of Jin Shao with a solemn look.

"Young Master Jin, the situation has become increasingly difficult to control. Fatty Rong has begun cooperating with the forces of Zhou SIR and A Biao, and seems to be speeding up the process in secret." Zhang Hai said cautiously.

Young Master Jin slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, his eyes gradually turned cold, "Cooperation?" He smiled softly, "They dare to go against me, just because they feel that they don't have enough capital. Fatty Rong just wants to drag us into his game, and Mr. Zhou? He is just an oppressor, not worth mentioning." Young Master Jin's eyes flashed with a cold light, "Keep spreading the word, tell them that the account book issue is far from over."

Zhang Hai frowned, "But now, they have started to check the cargo list, and the actions in Yau Ma Tei have become more frequent. Brother Biao has also started to intervene."

There was no panic on Jin Shao's face. "Let Brother Biao move. He is an idiot who doesn't know his own limits. The more he wants to cause trouble, the more I can expose his flaws. As for Zhou Sir, I already knew that he is no match for me. The real game is between Fatty Rong and me."

Zhang Hai nodded, "I understand, Master Jin. So what should we do next?"

"Keep waiting, Zhang Hai. Fatty Rong and his people are in the worst state of mind right now. The more anxious they are, the more likely they are to make mistakes. We can sit tight and find a way to let them deal with those small characters. When the net is closed in the end, we will be the ones who benefit the most."

Zhang Hai was silent for a while, "Yes, Mr. Jin, I'll make the arrangements."

Young Master Jin leaned back in his chair, his eyes revealing a deep conspiracy. He had long known that the real winner of this gamble would not be the people on the surface, but the calm person hidden behind.

Next to the warehouse at the dock, Lao Chen was still sitting on the broken chair, observing his surroundings with sharp eyes. He knew that this battle was far from being that simple.

Ah Ming walked up to him and whispered, "Brother Chen, Brother Biao's forces have begun to become active outside the dock. It seems that they are preparing to provoke a conflict."

Old Chen raised his lips slightly with a hint of disdain, "Provoking a conflict? Aren't they afraid of death? They dared to argue with me at the dock?"

Ah Ming hesitated for a moment and reminded in a low voice: "However, Boss Su asked us to stick to the Dongwan cargo list and not make any mistakes."

"Chaos?" Old Chen sneered, "Boss Su just likes us to be cannon fodder and bear all the limelight. Fine, I'll hold on to the East Bay cargo list. As for Brother Biao's gang, if they dare to move, I'll let them know that the dock is my, Brother Chen's, territory."

"Yes, Brother Chen." A Ming nodded and turned to make arrangements.

Old Chen looked at Ah Ming's back as he left, a sly light flashing in his eyes. "They thought the situation was clear, but who knew that the real ending had already been set by me."

The underground casino in Kowloon, as time goes by, the situation becomes more and more confusing. Fatty Rong is still sitting in his office with a grim expression. Xiao Hei walked in and whispered: "Brother Rong, the investigation of Zhou SIR seems to be intensifying. What should we do now?"

"Investigate?" Feizai Rong smiled softly, "They want to investigate, but it's better to say that they are looking for trouble." He narrowed his eyes, "Keep spreading rumors and put more pressure on Zhou Sir and his men, so that they start to become chaotic internally and can go about their own business. As for Young Master Jin and Brother Biao, I think they can't bear it any longer."

Xiao Hei nodded and quickly made arrangements. Feizai Rong, however, was still not anxious at all. He seemed to believe that the final winner of this game had already been determined.

In Feizai Rong's office, the air conditioning blew gently through the curtains. He sat on a chair, squinting his eyes, staring at the documents in front of him, holding a newly lit cigar in his hand, the smoke swirling in the air. Xiao Hei stood aside, holding a latest report in his hand, his eyes slightly anxious.

"Brother Rong, Young Master Jin seems to have started taking action. The news has already reached Sir Zhou. It looks like they are ready to escalate this battle." Xiao Hei's voice was low and he seemed a little uneasy.

"Upgrade?" Fatty Rong sneered, "This is interesting. Young Master Jin, that old fox, thought he could profit from this? Mr. Zhou just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. Everyone thought they could eat this piece of meat, but in the end, everyone was dragging each other down, and in the end, both sides would suffer."

Xiao Hei was stunned for a moment, then whispered: "Brother Rong, what should we do next?"

Feizai Rong put down the documents in his hand, stood up, walked to the window, and stared at Kowloon outside under the night sky. His gaze seemed to penetrate the glass and hit some distant place.

"Keep spreading rumors and force them to reveal more. The situation is clear now. If Fatty Rong can come out of this game, Young Master Jin and Sir Zhou will not have a good ending." He paused, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Go, keep letting people around talk about the account book. Everything should be clear to them. There is nothing to hide."

"Yes." Xiao Hei nodded and walked out of the office.

Fatty Rong stood in front of the window, took a deep breath, and looked at the flashing neon lights outside. He knew that this game was not as simple as it seemed on the surface. Every move and every leak was a carefully planned move by him. Each party thought they could control the situation, but he knew that the final winner would definitely be him.

In the office of Yau Ma Tei Police Station, Mr. Zhou frowned, his eyes sharp as knives. He tapped his fingers on the table a few times, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Ah Hao, Young Master Jin is making a lot of moves, and Brother Biao has also started to frequently contact people around him. It seems that they have decided to give it a try." "Sir Zhou, what should we do?" Ah Hao asked in a low voice.

Mr. Zhou smiled coldly, "What should we do? Do as usual and continue to exert pressure. Young Master Jin thinks that this game can still go according to the rules he set, and Fatty Rong also thinks that he has control over all the situations. The current situation is just right for them to fight each other. We will see who the final winner is."

Ah Hao hesitated for a moment and asked, "Should we take stronger measures against Young Master Jin? If they really unite, the situation will become quite complicated."

A hint of coldness flashed across Zhou Sir's eyes. "Complicated? Only complicated things are interesting." He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the wet street outside. "Go, keep watching every move of Young Master Jin, especially his recent contact with Brother Biao. Don't let them have any chance to exclude us."

"I understand, Sir Zhou." Ah Hao replied with his head down, then turned and left.

Mr. Zhou looked out the window, took a deep puff of cigarette, and muttered to himself, "Whoever can make it to the end of this game will own the entire Kowloon."

At the dock in Kowloon, Lao Chen was still sitting on his broken chair, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, his eyes extremely focused.

His subordinate Ah Ming came over and whispered, "Brother Chen, the pressure from Brother Biao is getting greater and greater. The atmosphere at the dock is a bit too tense. What should we do?"

Old Chen sneered and said calmly, "Too much? If they dare to cause trouble on my territory, they will have to pay the price." He paused, and his voice became colder, "Go, keep watching Brother Biao's movements. The dock is my territory, Old Chen. Whoever dares to move, leave me a way out."

Lao Chen took a sip of beer, his eyes still fixed on the container pile in front of him, his eyes sharp. He knew that Brother Biao was anxious now, and wanted to use Young Master Jin's power to get a piece of the pie, but he also knew that who would get to eat the pie in the end, the decision was always in his hands.

In Master Jin's office, Zhang Hai stood beside Master Jin with a serious look on his face. "Master Jin, the situation is getting worse and worse. Fatty Rong has completely taken the initiative. The rumors he spread have caused Zhou Sir and Brother Biao to start making frequent moves. We have to seize the opportunity."

Young Master Jin still sat calmly on the sofa, the wine glass in his hand swaying slightly. "Don't worry, Zhang Hai. Everyone is playing this game, and whoever dares to act too early will be exposed.

Fatty Rong has a good plan, but he always underestimates my patience. Zhou Sir just wants to make a small profit, and Brother Biao is a fool with too much ambition. "Young Master Jin raised his mouth slightly, "The more they move, the more they can drag themselves into a dead end."

Zhang Hai hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: "What should we do then?"

Young Master Jin raised his head, his eyes sharp, "Keep calm, Zhang Hai. Let them fight each other first. Once they are almost done, we can take action. We don't need to intervene in the account book matter. The conflict between Fatty Rong and Young Master Jin is enough for them to bear."

Zhang Hai nodded, "Understood, Master Jin."

Young Master Jin smiled slightly, "Remember, the calmer this game is, the more dangerous it is. We just need to stay calm and wait until they have had enough fun. Whoever strikes first will lose."

The atmosphere in Feizai Rong's casino was tense. Although the gamblers were still having fun at the gambling table, everyone sensed a sense of uneasiness. Xiao Hei walked into Feizai Rong's office and whispered, "Brother Rong, Young Master Jin's actions are getting bigger and bigger, and Mr. Zhou has also begun to intensify his investigation. It seems that something is wrong."

Fatty Rong smiled, "Something's wrong? This is exactly what I want. Young Master Jin is too ambitious, and Mr. Zhou just wants to take advantage of the situation. The more intense the conflict between them, the better it is for me."

He stood up, walked to the window, and stared at the street scene outside. "Continue to increase the intensity of spreading rumors. Tell them that the account book not only involves the dirty accounts of Young Master Jin and Sir Zhou, but also the transaction records of A Biao and me. Let them continue to guess who is the real mastermind behind the scenes."

Xiao Hei nodded and quickly made arrangements. Feizai Rong watched him leave, a sneer on his face. He knew that the more complicated the situation was, the more he could profit. Everyone was trying to control this game, but in the end, he was the only one who could control everything.

Fatty Rong sat back in his chair, took a deep breath, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. In this game, whoever reveals a flaw first will never be able to turn back.

The streets at night were filled with a tense atmosphere. The neon lights in Kowloon flickered, and everyone seemed to feel an invisible sense of oppression in their hearts. Feizai Rong stood in front of the window of his office, staring outside. His eyes were deep, as if he was calculating every move of the chess game. Xiao Hei knocked on the door gently and walked in.

"Brother Rong, Young Master Jin has increased the pressure on us. Several groups of people have begun to contact Brother Biao. It seems that they are starting to unite." Xiao Hei's voice was tinged with anxiety.

Feizai Rong slowly turned around, a sneer on his face. "Unite? Do they think they can split the cake equally if they unite?" He said, slowly walked to the table, lit a new cigar, and the smoke swirled in the air. "Mr. Jin, Brother Biao, Mr. Zhou, each of them is calculating their own interests, but they forget that the only one who will get everything in the end is me."

"So what should we do next?" Xiao Hei asked, obviously worried.

"Keep spreading the word," Feizai Rong replied calmly, "Let them know that the account book contains not only their dirty deeds, but also the transaction records of Ah Biao and I. Everyone will start to doubt who is the real mastermind behind the scenes, let them suspect each other and attack each other."

Xiao Hei nodded and then left. Feizai Rong stood in front of the window, took a deep puff of cigarette, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He knew that in this game, whoever could endure to the end would have the last laugh.

In the office of Yau Ma Tei Police Station, Mr. Zhou was looking down at a new document with a frown on his face. Ah Hao walked in, stood in front of his desk, and whispered, "Mr. Zhou, the rumors about Fatty Rong are getting louder and louder. Young Master Jin and Brother Biao have started to work together. The situation is getting more and more complicated."

When Mr. Zhou heard this, a sneer appeared on his lips. "Unite? Do they think they can change the situation by uniting?" He whispered to himself, as if thinking. "The more impatient they are, the easier it is for them to expose their weaknesses." He raised his head suddenly, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes, "Keep watching the movements of Young Master Jin and Brother Biao, especially their connection with Fatty Rong. No matter what tricks they play, I can see through them one by one."

(End of this chapter)