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

Chapter 340 It’s better not to let me catch you
In the old warehouse in Yau Ma Tei, the air was filled with dampness and mildew late at night. Ah Hui was tied to a worn wooden chair, his face was covered with sweat and blood, and his eyes were full of fear. In the corner of the warehouse, two of Su Hanze's men leaned against the wall and smoked, the smoke drifting in the dim light.

"Brother Hui, why bother?" One of the men exhaled a puff of smoke, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "You are not careful with your mouth, which has caused you to fall into this situation. If you had told everything you know earlier, wouldn't you have suffered less?"

Ah Hui was trembling, his voice was intermittent: "I... I really told you everything... I know everything about Brother Biao and Young Master Jin. I told you everything... Please, let me go..."

Another subordinate sneered, put out his cigarette, walked up to Ah Hui, squatted down and stared into his eyes: "Let you go? Brother Hui, do you think our boss is a philanthropist? But don't worry, the boss said that as long as you are honest, you can still breathe for the time being." He stood up and patted Ah Hui's face, "Think about it carefully, is there anything else you don't want to say."

Ah Hui lowered his head and whimpered softly. He knew that he had no way out. Su Hanze's name was like a knife hanging over his head.

At the night market in Tsim Sha Tsui, the noisy voices and the aroma of barbecue mixed together. Xiao Ma sat on a plastic chair at a small stall, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, but his eyes were as cold as ice. Opposite him sat a thin man wearing a baseball cap, who whispered, "Brother Ma, Brother Biao will probably make trouble again tonight about the dock incident. Lao Chen has doubled his number of people and can start at any time."

Xiao Ma took a sip of beer and sneered, "Brother Biao is such an idiot. He really doesn't learn his lesson." He paused and lowered his voice, "What's going on over there, Hui?"

The man in the baseball cap lowered his voice and said, "Ah Hui was taken to the Yau Ma Tei warehouse by Su Hanze's men. He must be scared. The informant said that Su Hanze might go there in person tomorrow."

"Go there in person?" Xiao Ma's eyes were stern, and he tapped the beer bottle in his hand lightly. "Damn, Su Hanze is really a guy who knows how to get himself into trouble." He paused, and his voice became colder. "Go and arrange for someone to keep an eye on that warehouse and see what Su Hanze is trying to do."

"Yes, Brother Ma." The man in the baseball cap nodded, stood up and disappeared into the crowd at the night market.

Xiao Ma stared at the beer bottle in his hand with a complicated look. He knew that Su Hanze's affairs were too complicated and he might get himself into trouble if he was not careful. But he also knew that Su Hanze was not the only one behind the chaos at the dock. He whispered to himself: "Su Hanze, you better not let me catch you."

The next morning, in the meeting room of Yau Ma Tei Police Station, Mr. Zhou stood in front of the whiteboard, holding a marker in his hand, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm. Several plainclothes policemen sat at the table, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it was hard to breathe.

"Brother Biao took people to the dock again last night, but they didn't get anything good." Zhou Sir's voice was low and a little angry. "Old Chen's people were on guard. The two sides just had a small fight, but this matter is definitely not over." He paused and looked at everyone. "Ah Hao, what did you find out?"

Ah Hao stood up, holding a document in his hand. "Sir Zhou, we have investigated the Yau Ma Tei warehouse. On the surface, the place is abandoned, but in fact, it is the asset of a shell company under Su Hanze's name. After Ah Hui was taken there, he probably revealed everything he knew."

"Su Hanze?" Zhou Sir's eyes were stern, and he scratched the whiteboard with a marker pen. "Damn, this guy is really not simple." He paused, and his voice became colder. "Ah Hao, take a few people and stake out near the warehouse today to see if Su Hanze will show up. Everyone else, keep an eye on the dock and don't let Brother Biao and Lao Chen cause any more trouble."

"Yes, Mr. Zhou." Ah Hao nodded and left with a few people.

Mr. Zhou sat down again, his eyes falling on the whiteboard, which was filled with names: Su Hanze, Brother Biao, Lao Chen, Young Master Jin, Fatty Rong... Behind each name were complicated lines, interweaving into a web that was difficult to see the whole picture. He whispered to himself, "Su Hanze, what the hell are you playing?"

Su Hanze arrived early in the office of Baishuishan Mine, holding a new document in his hand, his eyes as cold as ice. Ah Liu pushed the door open and whispered, "Boss, the informant said that Mr. Zhou sent someone to stake out the warehouse in Yau Ma Tei this morning, probably to find something to hold against you."

"Sir Zhou?" Su Hanze sneered and threw the documents in his hand lightly. "Damn, this old fox really knows how to make trouble for himself." He paused, his voice calm but chilling. "Ah Liu, go arrange for someone to go to the warehouse and don't show up today. Let's put Ah Hui's matter on hold for now."

"Yes, Boss." Ah Liu nodded, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "Boss, Brother Biao and Lao Chen are getting more and more aggressive about the dock issue. Should we give it another push?"

Su Hanze's eyes fell on the window. The lights of the mine were blurred in the morning mist. He whispered, "Give a push? Now is not the time. The harder Brother Biao and Lao Chen bite, the busier Mr. Zhou will be. What we have to do is to let them keep biting." He paused, his voice even colder, "A Liu, go tell Ah Mao that I will go to the warehouse in person this afternoon."

Ah Liu was stunned, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes: "Boss, are you going in person? What if Zhou Sir's people..."

"Sir Zhou?" Su Hanze sneered, his mouth corners slightly raised, "He wants to find something to hold against me, let him try." He waved his hand, "Go ahead, don't let me down."

Outside the old warehouse in Yau Ma Tei, the morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the air was mixed with the smell of the sea and damp, cold and moldy. Ah Hao and two plainclothes officers squatted in the stairwell of a dilapidated residential building opposite, staring at the door of the warehouse through the dirty window. The cigarette in his hand was half burned, and the ash fell on the concrete floor. He cursed in a low voice: "Damn, this damn place, there is not even a mouse to be seen, it's strange that Su Hanze would come."

The plainclothes officer next to him, Xiao Zhang, rubbed his frozen hands and whispered, "Brother Hao, Mr. Zhou said that Su Hanze might show up today. It won't be in vain for us to stay here, right?"

Ah Hao exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes as cold as a knife, "In vain? Mr. Zhou's nose is sharper than a dog's. He said Su Hanze would come, and he is right in all likelihood." He paused and lowered his voice, "But this guy is as slippery as a loach. If he really comes, we may not be able to catch him. Xiao Zhang, keep an eye on him, don't be distracted."

Xiao Zhang nodded and fixed his eyes on the warehouse door again. The air in the stairwell was dull and time seemed to have frozen, making people anxious every minute and every second. Ah Hao put out his cigarette, took out his cell phone, and sent a text message to Zhou SIR: "There is no movement in the warehouse for the time being, keep watching."

At the same time, in the office of Baishuishan Mine, Su Hanze sat in a leather chair, holding a new bill of lading in his hand, but his eyes were not on the paper. In front of him stood Ah Mao, with a smug smile on his face, and whispered: "Boss, Ah Hui vomited something again last night. It is said that Young Master Jin met with Fatty Rong several times at the East Bay Club recently, probably to discuss the dock."

"Mr. Jin and Fatty Rong?" Su Hanze's eyes glared, and he tapped his fingers on the manifest. "Damn, these two old foxes really know how to pick the right time." He paused, his voice calm but chilling. "Ah Mao, go check the details of their meeting, especially Fatty Rong, what he's been busy with recently." Ah Mao nodded and asked tentatively, "Boss, Mr. Zhou's people are probably already squatting in the warehouse. Are you really going over there this afternoon?"

Su Hanze sneered, his eyes fell on the mine outside the window, the lights in the morning mist flickered like will-o'-the-wisp. "If Mr. Zhou wants to find something wrong with me, then let him stay put." He paused, his voice even colder, "Amao, go and arrange for someone to clear the area around the warehouse at 2 pm, and don't let Mr. Zhou's people see any flaws. I'm going there not for Ah Hui, but to lay out a bait."

"Put out the bait?" Ah Mao was stunned, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, "Boss, you mean..."

"Don't ask." Su Hanze waved his hand, his tone unquestionable, "Go ahead and do it. Don't let me down."

Ah Mao responded and left quickly. Su Hanze was the only one left in the office. He picked up the teacup, and the aroma of Pu'er tea spread in the air, but it couldn't hide the coldness in his eyes. He whispered to himself: "Sir Zhou, if you want to play, I will play with you to the end."

In the tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Lao Li was still sitting in the booth by the window. The iced lemon tea cup in his hand was empty, and the ashtray was full of cigarette butts. He hardly slept last night, and his mind was full of Su Hanze, the docks, and the warehouse. The call from A Tai did not give him the answer he wanted, but made the fire in his heart burn even more. He took out his mobile phone, turned to an unfamiliar number, hesitated for a moment, and dialed it.

The phone rang four times, and a hoarse voice answered with a hint of impatience: "Who is this? It's so early in the morning, if you have anything to fart, do it now."

"Daozai," Lao Li lowered his voice, a little anxious, "I'm Lao Li. How much have you heard about Su Hanze? Don't play dumb with me. Regarding the Yau Ma Tei warehouse, I know you have an informant there."

Daozi on the other end of the phone laughed, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "Old Li, you are really well-informed. What about the warehouse? Ah Hui was kidnapped by Su Hanze's people and was scared to death. What do you want to know? Su Hanze's trump card, or what Ah Hui said?"

Old Li frowned and tapped his fingers on the table twice. "Daozai, stop playing dumb with me. Su Hanze might go to the warehouse today, and I want to know what he is up to. Isn't your informant in Yau Ma Tei known for knowing everything? Give me some solid information."

Daozi was silent for a while, then he said slowly, "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. As for the warehouse, I only heard that he might show up today, but no one dares to say what he will do. If you really want to investigate, I advise you to weigh your own weight first."

"Damn it," Lao Li cursed and pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray. "Daozi, just tell me one thing, what is hidden in the warehouse?"

Daozi sighed, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "Lao Li, I can only tell you that the matter of the warehouse 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 Daozi was better informed than Atai, 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 truck at the dock, Lao Chen sat in the driver's seat, the cigarette in his hand burned down to a little red light. Although the chaos last night was not a big deal, he knew that Brother Biao would never give up after suffering a loss. His subordinate Xiao Wu pushed open the door and whispered, "Brother Chen, Brother Biao's people were wandering around the dock again this morning, probably looking for an opportunity to take action. We have doubled our people and are ready to act at any time."

Old Chen sneered and exhaled a puff of smoke: "Brother Biao, this idiot, really thinks 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 today will be beaten to death. If Brother Biao dares to come, I want him to crawl back."

"Yes, Brother Chen." Xiao Wu nodded, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Chen, the informant said that Su Hanze might go to the Yau Ma Tei warehouse today. Should we send someone to keep an eye on him?"

"Su Hanze?" Old Chen's eyes shone, and he pinched the cigarette butt in his hand fiercely, "Damn, this loach really knows how to pick the right time." He paused, and his voice became colder, "Xiao Wu, go and arrange two trustworthy people to keep an eye on the warehouse and see what Su Hanze is up to. But don't do anything, understand?"

"Yes, Brother Chen." Xiao Wu responded and turned to leave.

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, the informant said that Su Hanze might go to the Yau Ma Tei warehouse today, probably related to Ah Hui's matter. Mr. Zhou's people are already squatting near the warehouse."

"Sir Zhou?" Young Master Jin's eyes shone, and he tapped his fingers on the wine glass. "Damn, this old fox really knows how to get himself into trouble." He took a sip of wine, his voice calm but chilling, "Zhang Hai, go arrange some people to keep an eye on the warehouse and see who shows up first, Su Hanze or Sir Zhou."

Zhang Hai nodded and asked tentatively: "Mr. Jin, Brother Biao suffered a loss last night, and he will probably make trouble again today. Should we give him a push?"

Young Master Jin sneered, his mouth corners slightly raised, "Give him a push? Now is not the time. The harder Brother Biao and Lao Chen bite, the busier Su Hanze will be. All we have to do is sit back and watch the show." He paused, his voice even colder, "Go tell Fatty Rong about the warehouse incident, and ask him to send someone to keep an eye on it. Don't let him think that this matter has nothing to do with him."

Young Master Jin leaned back on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the street view outside the window, his expression complicated. He knew that Su Hanze's affairs were too complicated, and if he was not careful, he might get himself involved. But he also knew that Su Hanze was not the only one behind the chaos at the dock. He whispered to himself, "Su Hanze, you better not let me catch you."

In the meeting room of the Yau Ma Tei Police Station, Mr. Zhou stood in front of the whiteboard, his marker making a harsh sound as it scratched on the paper. Several plainclothes police officers sat at the table, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it was hard to breathe.

(End of this chapter)