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

Chapter 336: Is Su Hanze doing something behind the scenes?

"Yes, Brother Chen." Amin responded, turned around and disappeared into the night.

Old Chen sat alone in a chair, lit a cigarette, the flame dancing on his face. He exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes fell on a cargo ship in the distance. The situation at the dock was like a net that was getting denser and denser, and the appearance of the masked man made the net have several more cracks. He knew that Su Hanze was never a pushover, but was he the one behind this chaos, or was it someone else? Old Chen narrowed his eyes and whispered to himself: "Su Hanze, you better not let me catch you."

In the VIP room of the East Bay Club, Young Master Jin sat on a leather sofa, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, his eyes as cold as ice. His subordinate Zhang Hai stood aside and reported in a low voice: "Young Master Jin, Brother Biao is anxious, saying that the masked man last night might be a trap set by Lao Chen, and he wants to take people to the dock tonight to force his way in."

Young Master Jin gently shook his glass, his mouth slightly raised. "Break in by force? Brother Biao, you idiot, really think the dock is a place that can be stepped on casually?" He took a sip of wine, his voice calm but chilling, "Zhang Hai, go tell Brother Biao not to rush to his death. I'll take care of the dock. Did those masked men find out anything last night?"

Zhang Hai shook his head and lowered his voice, "Not yet. The informant said that the owner of the car is a small-time thug named Ah Hui from Kowloon. He usually works alone and has no background. However, I found out that he recently met with Ah Long, one of Su Hanze's men."

"Su Hanze?" Young Master Jin's eyes shone, and he tapped his fingers on the wine glass. "Damn it, this loach is really restless." He paused, and his voice became colder. "Zhang Hai, go and arrange for someone to keep an eye on this Ah Hui and see what he and Su Hanze are up to. The rumors about Fatty Rong are already confusing enough, and I don't want to add another variable."

"Yes, Mr. Jin." Zhang Hai responded and turned to leave.

Jin Shao leaned on the sofa alone, closed his eyes, and tapped the armrest with his fingers. The masked man at the dock last night was like a chess piece that suddenly fell, disrupting his rhythm. He knew that the rumor about Feizai Rong's account book was deliberately released in order to make everyone bite each other, but Su Hanze's shadow was looming in this chaos. Jin Shao narrowed his eyes and whispered to himself: "Su Hanze, you want to watch the show, but I want you to jump in by yourself."

In the underground casino in Kowloon, the office of Fatty Rong was filled with smoke. The smell of cigars mixed with the smell of alcohol in the air seemed a bit choking. Xiao Hei pushed the door open, holding a piece of intelligence he had just received, and his face looked unhappy.

"Brother Rong, we've found some clues about the masked man at the dock last night." Xiao Hei put the information on the table and whispered, "The owner of the car is a gangster named Ah Hui from Kowloon. He has met with Ah Long, one of Su Hanze's men, several times recently. The informant said that they discussed something in a bar, but we don't know the details."

Fatty Rong leaned back on the sofa, twirling his cigar between his fingers, with a sneer on his lips. "Su Hanze? Humph, this loach really knows how to pick the right time." He exhaled a puff of smoke and his eyes fell on Xiao Hei, "Xiao Hei, go arrange some people to keep an eye on this Ah Hui and see what he and Su Hanze are up to. I've spread enough rumors about the account book, now let's see who loses patience first."

Xiao Hei nodded, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Rong, should we intervene in the dock matter? Although Lao Chen is strong, he may not be able to withstand the combination of Young Master Jin and Brother Biao."

Fatty Rong sneered and flicked the ash off his cigar. "Interfere? Now is not the time." He stood up, walked to the window, and stared at the street scene outside. "Old Chen hates others messing with his dock the most. Young Master Jin and Brother Biao are asking for trouble. We just need to keep spreading rumors and let them bite each other harder."

"Yes, Brother Rong." Xiao Hei responded and turned to leave.

Fatty Rong sat down again, his eyes falling on the cigar box on the table. His fingers tapped the table lightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. The masked man at the dock might be a chess piece deliberately thrown by Su Hanze, with the purpose of making everyone suspicious of each other. But he was not in a hurry. The more the wind spread, the easier it would be for these people to reveal their flaws. He exhaled a puff of smoke and whispered to himself: "Su Hanze, if you want to play, I will play with you to the end."

In the office of Baishuishan Mine, the door was gently pushed open, and A-Long walked in, looking a little uneasy. He lowered his head, stood in front of Su Hanze's desk, and said in a voice as low as a mosquito's hum: "Boss, are you looking for me?"

Su Hanze leaned back in his chair, holding a teacup in his hand, his eyes slashing across A-Long's face like a knife. "A-Long, you've been busy lately? I heard that you drank with a hoodlum named A-Hui in a bar in Kowloon?"

Aaron's face changed, he swallowed and whispered, "Boss, I... I just chatted with him casually, it's nothing serious."

"Just chatting?" Su Hanze sneered and put down the teacup. His voice was calm but chilling. "Along, how many years have you followed me? You won't forget my rules, right?"

A-Long's forehead was covered with sweat, and his voice became even lower: "Boss, I really didn't do anything. Ah Hui owed me some money, so I just went to collect it from him and had a couple of drinks."

Su Hanze narrowed his eyes and tapped the table with his fingers. The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds. He slowly stood up, walked to Aaron, and said in a low voice: "Aaron, I will give you another chance. Do you have anything to do with the masked man at the dock last night?"

Aaron raised his head suddenly, his face full of panic. "Boss, I swear, I know nothing about the dock! I was just collecting debts from Ah Hui, I had nothing to do with anything else!"

Su Hanze stared at him for a few seconds, his mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile. "Okay, I believe you." He paused, his voice even colder, "But, A'long, you have to keep your mouth shut when you're in the underworld. You have to settle your account with A'hui quickly, and don't let me hear any more rumors."

"Yes, boss." Aaron nodded repeatedly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned and left.

Su Hanze sat down again, his eyes falling on the list of goods on the table. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, thinking about what A Long said in his mind. Ah Hui, this little gangster, must have someone backing him up, but is this person Jin Shao, Fatty Rong, or someone else? Su Hanze narrowed his eyes and whispered to himself, "Damn, this chess game is getting more and more exciting."

In a tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Lao Li sat in a booth by the window, holding a cup of iced lemon tea in his hand, staring at the pedestrians on the street with complicated eyes. The streets were wet after the rain, and street vendors were shouting to sell roast meat rice. The air was filled with the smell of oil smoke. He took out his mobile phone and dialed Xiao Ma's number. "Hello, Xiao Ma? Have you heard about what happened at the dock last night?" Lao Li lowered his voice, and the glass of the telephone booth reflected his tense face, "The masked man was carrying a gun, and Brother Biao and Lao Chen's people almost fought. This matter is getting bigger and bigger."

Old Li frowned, and the iced lemon tea cup in his hand squeaked. "Xiao Ma, don't play tricks on me. Su Hanze's subordinate Ah Long has been getting close to a gangster named Ah Hui recently. How much do you know?"

Xiao Ma sneered, his voice full of disdain: "Old Li, do you really think I know everything? I've heard some rumors about Ah Long and Ah Hui, but who knows the details? Su Hanze is as slippery as a loach. If he really wanted to do something like this, how could he be caught?"

Lao Li hung up the phone and lit a cigarette, the smoke slowly dissipating above the booth. He stared out the window, the night of Tsim Sha Tsui had already spread, the street lights were dim, and several street vendors were still shouting to sell roasted meat rice. Su Hanze's shadow loomed in this chaos, like a slippery loach that was hard to catch and hard to figure out. Lao Li exhaled a puff of smoke and whispered to himself: "Su Hanze, what the hell did you hide?"

In the Yau Ma Tei Police Station, in Mr. Zhou's office, the ashtray was already filled with cigarette butts. He stood in front of the window, holding a new intelligence in his hand, his brows furrowed as if they could kill a mosquito. Ah Hao pushed the door open and whispered, "Mr. Zhou, we have found some clues about what happened at the dock last night. The car used by those masked men was registered by a gangster named Ah Hui from Kowloon, who had met Ah Long, one of Su Hanze's men, several times recently."

Mr. Zhou turned around, took the intelligence and glanced at it. "Su Hanze? Humph, this loach really knows how to pick the right time." He lit a cigarette and took a deep puff. "Ah Hao, go check out Ah Hui's background, especially his connection with Su Hanze. Things at the dock are getting more and more chaotic, and I don't want Su Hanze to take advantage of me behind my back."

Ah Hao nodded.

Mr. Zhou sneered and exhaled a puff of smoke. "Brother Biao, you idiot, do you really think you can turn the tables?" He paused, his voice even colder, "Go, send a few people to the dock to keep an eye on it, don't let Brother Biao and Old Chen really fight. Dig deep into Su Hanze's matter, I want to see what cards he has hidden in this mess."

Ah Hao responded and turned to leave. Mr. Zhou sat down again, his eyes fixed on the intelligence. The name Su Hanze made him feel a little uneasy. There is no shortage of cunning people in the underworld of Kowloon, but every move of Su Hanze seemed to have been carefully calculated on the chessboard. He narrowed his eyes and whispered to himself: "Su Hanze, you better not let me catch you."

In the office of Baishuishan Mine, it was already dark, Su Hanze was still sitting in the leather chair, holding a cup of freshly brewed Pu'er tea in his hand, his eyes fixed on the neon sign outside the window. The door was gently pushed open, and Ah Liu walked in, with a bit of anxiety on his face.

"Boss, I asked A-Long about it, and he insisted that he was just collecting debts from Hui and had nothing to do with the docks." Ah Liu lowered his voice, "But I found out something else. Hui recently met a man named A-Biao in a bar in Kowloon. He is Brother Biao's subordinate."

"A Biao?" Su Hanze's eyes were stern, and he tapped the teacup in his hand lightly. "Damn, this kid really knows how to get himself into trouble." He paused, his voice calm but chilling. "A Liu, go arrange some people to keep an eye on A Hui and A Biao to see what they are up to. Brother Biao is probably getting anxious too, don't let him ruin my plans."

In the office of Baishuishan Mine, the night was as deep as ink spilled on paper. Su Hanze held the cup of Pu'er tea, and the fragrance of tea spread faintly in the air, like the smell of conspiracy that could not be concealed. Ah Liu stood in front of him. He had just finished speaking, but there was still a little uneasiness on his face, as if he was afraid that if he said something wrong, those cold eyes would gouge out blood.

"A Biao is a lackey of Brother Biao. He doesn't have much brains, but he's very courageous." Su Hanze put down his teacup and tapped his fingers on the table twice. His voice was so low that it seemed like he was talking to himself. "A Hui and A Biao are mixed up. It's probably because Brother Biao wants to get involved in the dock. Hum, idiot, do you really think that Lao Chen's dock is a piece of fat meat that can be easily bitten?"

Ah Liu lowered his head and asked tentatively: "Boss, what should we do next? Ah Hui is a loose-lipped kid. What if he lets the story about Ah Long leak out..."

Su Hanze sneered, his eyes slashing at Ah Liu like a knife. "Leak it out? Then don't give him a chance to speak." He paused, his voice getting deeper, "Ah Liu, go to Kowloon and find a reason to get Ah Hui here. I want to ask him in person whose money he took and whose work he did. As for Ah Biao, don't touch him for now. Brother Biao is a man who will jump out and die if he gets anxious."

"Yes, boss." Liu nodded and turned to leave.

"Wait." Su Hanze called him, his eyes fell on the neon sign outside the window, and his tone was more meaningful, "What's going on with Lao Chen recently?"

Ah Liu thought for a moment and whispered, "I heard that Lao Chen had a tantrum with his men at the dock yesterday, saying that anyone who dared to cause trouble would be chopped off and fed to the fish. However, the informant said that he has been getting close to a policeman named Zhou SIR recently, and he might want to use the police to suppress Brother Biao and Young Master Jin."

"Sir Zhou?" Su Hanze narrowed his eyes, his fingers resting on the table, as if he had grasped something crucial. "This old fox really knows how to find a backer for himself." He paused, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Ah Liu, go check on Sir Zhou's recent movements, especially his contact with Old Chen. The muddier the water, the better for the dock matter, but Old Chen can't be too comfortable."

Ah Liu responded and left quickly. Su Hanze was the only one left in the office. He picked up the teacup and took a sip. The tea was already cold, and the bitterness spread on the tip of his tongue. He stared at the list of goods on the table, but his mind was full of the shadow of the masked man at the dock last night. Ah Hui, Ah Biao, Brother Biao, Jin Shao, Fatty Rong, Lao Chen... This group of people, everyone is pulling their own strings on this web, but he, Su Hanze, will never let himself become a pawn in the hands of others.

At the night market in Tsim Sha Tsui, the smell of fumes from the roast meat stalls mixed with the sweet smell of the roadside fruit stalls, and the air was filled with the noise of human life. Lao Li sat in the booth of the tea restaurant, the bubbles in the iced lemon tea in his hand had long gone, he stared out the window, the cigarette butt burned between his fingers until only a little red light remained. As soon as he hung up the phone, Xiao Ma's indifferent tone made him angry, but he had nowhere to vent.

"Damn, Su Hanze is such a slippery loach, he's so slippery that it makes my teeth itch." Lao Li cursed in a low voice, took out his cell phone, and dialed another number. This time, the person who answered the phone was a rough voice with a Kowloon accent: "Hello, Lao Li? What's up?"

"A Biao, did you hear about what happened at the dock last night?" Lao Li lowered his voice and glanced around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. "The masked man was carrying a gun and almost smashed Lao Chen's place. Do you think Su Hanze was behind this?"

(End of this chapter)