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

Chapter 339: Everyone Wants to See My Cards
Old Li frowned and lowered his voice, "Xiao Ma, stop playing dumb with me. Brother Biao has suffered a loss, and Old Chen must be even tougher. I see Su Hanze's shadow is becoming clearer and clearer. How much do you know?"

"Su Hanze?" Xiao Ma sneered, his tone more meaningful. "Old Li, you really know how to pick people to ask. I only heard that he was busy clearing out the goods at the Baishuishan Mine recently. Who knows anything else? However, the matter at the dock is most likely related to him. You can decide for yourself."

"Clearing the goods?" Old Li narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table twice. "Xiao Ma, don't fool me. Su Hanze is clearing the goods and there is trouble at the dock again. This matter is not that simple."

Xiao Ma laughed, with a hint of disdain in his voice: "Old Li, believe it or not. Su Hanze is as slippery as a loach. If he really wants to do something, how can he be caught? I advise you to stay out of it, so as not to get yourself involved." After that, he hung up the phone.

Old Li stared at the black screen of his phone and took a deep puff of cigarette. The smoke made him cough twice. He knew that Xiao Ma was well-informed, but he was tight-lipped. It would be harder than climbing to the sky to get something out of him. He exhaled a puff of cigarette and cursed in a low voice: "Su Hanze, what the hell are you playing?"

In the Yau Ma Tei Police Station, in Mr. Zhou's office, the cigarette butts in the ashtray were already piled high. He stood in front of the window, holding a new intelligence in his hand, his brows knitted like a knot. Ah Hao pushed the door open, holding a new stack of photos in his hand, and his tone was a little anxious.

"Old warehouse?" Mr. Zhou took the photo, glanced at it, and his eyes were stern. "Damn, Su Hanze is really a troublemaker." He lit a cigarette and took a deep puff. "Ah Hao, go check the background of this warehouse, especially the connection with Su Hanze. Ah Hui is a tight-lipped guy. I guess he has been scared and told everything."

Ah Hao nodded, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "Sir Zhou, Brother Biao suffered a loss last night, and he will probably make trouble again tonight. Should we send someone to keep an eye on him?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhou." Ah Hao responded and turned to leave.

Mr. Zhou sat down again, his eyes falling on the photo. Brother Biao's angry face made him feel a little uneasy. Every move of Su Hanze seemed to be carefully calculated on the chessboard, but no one knew how many pieces were on the board. He whispered to himself: "Su Hanze, you better not let me catch you."

"Suffered a loss?" Young Master Jin's eyes were stern, and he tapped his fingers on the wine glass. "Damn, Brother Biao is such an idiot, he really knows how to get himself into trouble." He took a sip of wine, his voice calm but chilling, "Zhang Hai, go check Brother Biao's next move. This guy is getting anxious, and he might make a scene again."

Zhang Hai nodded and asked tentatively, "Mr. Jin, should we intervene in the matter of Ah Hui being taken to the Yau Ma Tei warehouse by Su Hanze's men?"

"Interfere?" Young Master Jin sneered, his mouth corners slightly raised, "Since Su Hanze dared to touch Ah Hui, he must be afraid of leaks. Let him jump around for a few days, I want to see what kind of trouble he can make." He paused, his voice even colder, "You go and arrange some people to keep an eye on that warehouse and see what tricks Su Hanze is playing."

"Brother Rong, Brother Biao led his men to deal with the incident at the dock last night, but they didn't get anything good. Lao Chen's men were on high alert, so Brother Biao suffered a bit of a loss." Xiao Hei put the information on the table and whispered, "Also, the informant said that Ah Hui was taken to an old warehouse in Yau Ma Tei by Su Hanze's men. He must have been scared out of his wits."

Fatty Rong leaned back on the sofa, twirling his cigar between his fingers, with a sneer on his face. "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 check the background of this warehouse, especially the connection with Su Hanze. Brother Biao has suffered a loss, and I think he will make trouble again. We have to keep an eye on him and don't let him ruin things."

Xiao Hei nodded, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Rong, should we spread some more news about the dock? I think Lao Chen is getting anxious."

Fatty Rong sneered and flicked the ash off his cigar: "Spreading rumors? Now is not the time." He stood up, walked to the window, and stared at the street scene outside. "Since Su Hanze has touched Ah Hui, let him show some more clues. Brother Biao is an idiot who is eager to die, so let him go and we can just sit back and watch the show."

At the dock, the night wind blew white waves on the sea surface, and the air was full of salty smell. Lao Chen sat in a dilapidated truck, holding a cigarette in his hand, and the flames danced on his face. He exhaled a puff of smoke and his eyes fell on a cargo ship in the distance. The chaos last night made him angry, but he knew that Brother Biao was just a clown, and the real trouble was still to come.

There was a knock on the car door, and a subordinate poked his head in and whispered, "Brother Chen, Brother Biao suffered a loss last night, and he will probably come to make trouble again tonight. Should we add more people?"

"Add more staff?" Old Chen sneered and took a long puff of his cigarette. "Brother Biao, you idiot, do you really think that the dock is a place that anyone can step into?" He paused and said in a colder voice, "Go and arrange for the staff to double the staff at the dock tonight. If Brother Biao dares to come, he will never come back."

In the office of Baishuishan Mine, the night was as dark as ink that could not be dissolved. Su Hanze sat on a leather chair, holding a cup of freshly brewed Pu'er tea in his hand. The fragrance of tea spread in the air, but it could not hide the coldness in his eyes. Ah Liu pushed the door open, with a bit of anxiety on his face.

"Boss, Brother Biao suffered a loss at the dock last night, and he will probably make trouble again tonight." Ah Liu lowered his voice, "Also, the informant said that Mr. Zhou talked to Lao Chen on the phone this morning, probably to suppress Brother Biao and Young Master Jin."

"Sir Zhou?" Su Hanze's eyes shone, and he tapped the teacup in his hand lightly. "Damn, this old fox really knows how to find a backer for himself." He paused, his voice calm but chilling. "Ah Liu, go arrange some people to keep an eye on the movements of Sir Zhou and Lao Chen. If Brother Biao makes trouble again tonight, let him fight Lao Chen even harder."

"Yes, boss." Ah Liu responded, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "Are you really going to go to Ah Hui's place in person tomorrow?"

Su Hanze glanced at Ah Liu and gently placed the teacup on the table, making a crisp sound. He didn't answer directly, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife, cutting Ah Liu's heart. "Don't ask too much about Ah Hui's affairs." He paused, his voice as low as the night wind, "Go, keep an eye on the dock, don't let Brother Biao ruin my rhythm."

Ah Liu nodded, swallowed what he wanted to say, and quickly left the office. The moment the door closed, Su Hanze's eyes fell back on the yellowed photo on the table. The photo showed a young woman with a gentle smile, and the background was an old street in Kowloon. He stroked the edge of the photo with his fingers, his eyes complicated, as if he was recalling something, and as if he was suppressing something. The Pu'er tea in the teacup had already cooled, and the bitter taste filled the air. He whispered to himself: "Ah Mao, you'd better not let me down."

At the same time, in a tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Lao Li was still smoking in a booth by the window, and the cigarette butts in the ashtray had piled up into a small mountain. He stared at the endless stream of people outside the window, but his heart seemed to be blocked by a stone. The call from Xiao Ma did not give him the answer he wanted, but made the three words "Su Hanze" clearer in his mind. He took out his mobile phone, flipped to another number, hesitated for a moment, and dialed it. The phone rang three times, and a low voice with a little hoarseness answered: "Lao Li? Calling so late, is there something wrong?"

"Atai," Lao Li lowered his voice, a little anxious, "How much have you heard about Su Hanze's matter? Don't fool me. Brother Biao suffered a loss at the dock. I don't believe you didn't hear anything about it."

A-Tai on the other end of the phone laughed, his laughter was dry, as if he was hiding something. "Old Li, you are still so impatient. Who doesn't know that idiot Brother Biao brought the matter to the door? As for Su Hanze..." He paused and lowered his voice, "I only heard that he was busy clearing the goods at the Baishuishan Mine. No one knows what he is doing. You know, he is as slippery as a loach."

"Clearing off the goods?" Old Li frowned and tapped his fingers on the table twice. "A-Tai, stop playing dumb with me. Su Hanze is clearing out the goods and there's chaos at the dock again. This isn't that simple. Don't you have a few informants in Yau Ma Tei? Ask them for me and find out what's going on."

A-Tai was silent for a while before he slowly said, "Old Li, it's not that I won't help you. Su Hanze's affairs are too complicated. If you get involved, you may not be able to get away. I heard that Ah Hui was taken to the warehouse in Yau Ma Tei, but no one dared to say what they did there. If you really want to investigate, I advise you to weigh your own weight first."

"Damn it," Old Li cursed, pressing the cigarette butt into the ashtray. "A-Tai, just tell me one thing for sure. What did Su Hanze hide in the warehouse in Yau Ma Tei?"

A Tai sighed, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "Old Li, I can only tell you that the warehouse matter is most likely related to the Baishuishan Mine. I don't know anything else. If you want to investigate, be careful and don't get yourself involved." After that, he hung up the phone.

Old Li stared at the black screen of his phone and took a deep puff of cigarette. The smoke made him cough twice. He knew that A Tai was better informed than Xiao Ma, but his mouth was tighter. It was harder than climbing to the sky to get something out of him. He exhaled a puff of cigarette and cursed in a low voice: "Su Hanze, what the hell are you playing?"

In the Yau Ma Tei Police Station, Mr. Zhou's office was filled with smoke and the air was full of the smell of nicotine. He stood in front of the window, holding a new intelligence in his hand, his brows furrowed like a knot. Ah Hao pushed the door open, holding a stack of new photos in his hand, and his tone was a little anxious.

"Mr. Zhou, this was just taken. Brother Biao led his men to the commotion at the dock last night, but they got nothing out of it. Old Chen's men were on guard, so the two sides only had a small fight." Ah Hao spread the photos on the table and whispered, "Also, the informant said that Ah Hui was taken to an old warehouse in Yau Ma Tei by Su Hanze's men last night. He must have been scared out of his wits."

Mr. Zhou sneered and exhaled a puff of smoke. "Brother Biao is an idiot. His brain is as hard as his fist. If he continues to make trouble, he will only seek death." He paused, and his voice became colder. "Send a few people to keep an eye on the dock and don't let Brother Biao and Lao Chen really fight. Dig deep into Su Hanze's matter. I want to see what cards he has hidden in this mess."

In the VIP room of the East Bay Club, Young Master Jin sat on a leather sofa, shaking the whiskey glass in his hand, and the ice cubes clinked. Zhang Hai stood aside and reported in a low voice: "Young Master Jin, Brother Biao took people to the dock last night, but they didn't get anything good. Lao Chen's people guarded it strictly, and Brother Biao suffered a little loss and left in disgrace."

The night wind at the dock blew faster, and the white waves on the sea surface hit the shore, making a low roar. Lao Chen sat in the truck, the cigarette butt burned between his fingers until only a little red light remained. His subordinate Xiao Wu stood outside the car and reported in a low voice: "Brother Chen, Brother Biao's people are wandering around the dock again tonight, probably trying to get back at the place. We have doubled our people and can take action at any time."

Old Chen sneered and exhaled a puff of smoke: "Brother Biao, this idiot, does he really think the dock is his territory?" He paused, and said in a low voice that seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, "Xiao Wu, go tell the brothers that whoever dares to cause trouble tonight will be beaten to death. If Brother Biao dares to come, I want him to crawl back."

"Yes, Brother Chen." Xiao Wu nodded, turned around and disappeared into the night.

Old Chen's eyes fell on the cargo ship again, and his eyes were a little more complicated. He knew that the turmoil at the dock was caused by Brother Biao on the surface, but behind the scenes, Su Hanze's shadow was becoming clearer and clearer. He whispered to himself: "Su Hanze, what the hell do you want to do?"

In the office of Baishuishan Mine, Su Hanze was still drinking the cold Pu'er tea. After Ah Liu left, the office was so quiet that only the ticking of the wall clock remained. He stood up and walked to the window. It was pitch black outside. The lights of the mine flickered in the distance like lonely eyes.

He took out his cell phone and dialed a number. The phone rang twice, and a deep voice answered: "Boss?"

"Ah Mao," Su Hanze's voice was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, "How is Ah Hui's matter going?"

Ah Mao on the other end of the phone laughed, with a bit of pride in his tone: "Boss, don't worry, Ah Hui was so scared that his pants were wet. He vomited everything he knew. Brother Biao was hinted by Young Master Jin about the dock matter, and Old Chen also has Mr. Zhou backing him up."

"Sir Zhou?" Su Hanze's eyes were stern, and he tapped his fingers on the windowsill twice. "Damn, this old fox is really not simple." He paused, and his voice became colder. "Amao, go arrange people to keep an eye on Sir Zhou's movements. As for Ah Hui, don't move for the time being, let him live for two more days."

"Yes, Boss." Ah Mao responded, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "Boss, Brother Biao will probably make a fuss about the dock tonight. Should we add fuel to the fire?"

Su Hanze sneered, his eyes fixed on the night outside the window: "Add fuel to the fire? Now is not the time. The harder Brother Biao and Lao Chen fight, the better it will be for us. Go tell the brothers to just keep an eye on the dock affairs and don't interfere."

After hanging up the phone, Su Hanze sat down again and lightly stroked the photo on the table with his finger. He whispered to himself: "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Jin, Old Chen... Each of you wants to see my cards. Unfortunately, the game has just begun."

(End of this chapter)