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

Chapter 342: Su Hanze wants to play, let's play with him
"Yes, Sir Zhou." Ah Hao nodded and turned to leave.

Mr. Zhou sat down again, lit a cigarette, and the smoke spread in the air.

The lights in the warehouse were always dim, as if the depressing atmosphere was deliberately created. Ah Hui no longer struggled, but just lowered his head with empty eyes, like a fish with its tendons pulled out. He didn't know what was happening outside, and he didn't dare to think about what three o'clock in the afternoon meant. Every second was like a knife scraping on bones.

The door creaked open, and footsteps slowly stepped in, each step seemed to knock on Ah Hui's heart. He looked up suddenly and saw Su Hanze walking out of the light and shadow, his gray windbreaker like a layer of night. He walked neither hurriedly nor slowly, his eyes calmly, and he didn't even look at Ah Hui. He first walked to the pile of jade boxes, squatted down and casually fiddled with a few pieces.

Ah Cheng hurried over and said respectfully, "Boss, he hasn't given in yet. He's very stubborn."

Su Hanze didn't say anything, but just glanced at Ah Hui indifferently, as if he was looking at a worthless dead mouse. After a while, he spoke, his voice was not loud, but it was chilling: "Brother Hui, you are very tight-lipped. Do you trust yourself, or do you trust Young Master Jin to protect you?"

Ah Hui shuddered, his throat felt dry, and he opened his mouth but no sound came out.

Su Hanze stood up and approached him, each step was so steady that it made people tremble. He looked down at the face that was swollen like a pig's head, his eyes were not angry, but endless indifference, "Do you think Brother Biao will come to save you? Do you think Young Master Jin will take you seriously? You are just a piece of grass between their words, you will fall to whichever side the wind blows."

Ah Hui let out a sob in his throat and wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Su Hanze.

"Don't be so quick to show your loyalty." Su Hanze smiled, but his smile was cold and heartless. "I came here today to see if you have any value. Ah Hui, do you know what the word 'value' means?"

Ah Hui nodded tremblingly, his lips trembling, "Yes... I... I know..."

"It's good that you know." Su Hanze narrowed his eyes and said softly, "I'm asking you now, Young Master Jin, Brother Biao, and Fatty Rong, what are they talking about? How much have they said? Who is lying to whom? Who is acting?"

Ah Hui almost cried, his throat making dry gasps, "I... I really don't know much... It was all said by Brother Biao himself. He said that Young Master Jin recently had a batch of 'goods' and wanted to ship them... He wanted to do it at the Kowloon Wharf, but didn't want to alarm you... He asked Fatty Rong for support, and he also had some connections with Old Chen..."

Su Hanze's eyebrows moved, and a gleam of light flashed across his eyes, "Where did the 'goods' come from?"

"I don't know... Brother Biao didn't say... He said that when the time comes, he will suppress you in one fell swoop and make you back down... He also said that what you have been discussing with the customs recently will be exposed sooner or later... Mr. Jin has someone in the Hong Kong Police Force..."

Su Hanze nodded slightly, as if he had confirmed something in his heart. He suddenly turned around and said to Ah Cheng who was standing by the door: "Let him live."

Ah Hui looked up suddenly, and for a moment he thought he had misheard.

"Keep him alive. It's not time for him to die yet." Su Hanze said this and turned to walk upstairs.

Ah Cheng walked over, squatted down and untied Ah Hui's straps, with a hint of teasing on his face, "Brother Hui, you're lucky."

Ah Hui collapsed in the chair, his whole body as soft as noodles. His lips moved for a long time before he uttered, "Can I... leave now?"

Ah Cheng patted his face and said, "Just because the boss lets you live doesn't mean you can go."

At the same time, in the building opposite the warehouse, Ah Hao was staring at the telescope with his eyes almost touching the lens.

"Here it comes." He muttered softly.

"Who?" Xiao Zhang hurried over.

"Su Hanze." Ah Hao's voice seemed forced out. "He went into the warehouse."

Xiao Zhang quickly raised his camera and took a few photos, then lowered his voice and said, "There was no movement after he went in... Is there going to be any deal?"

"Maybe." Ah Hao said in a deep voice, "But we have to wait - Mr. Zhou said that we can't alert the enemy."

"Brother Hao." Xiao Zhang hesitated for a moment and leaned close to his ear, "I just saw a car parked for a long time at the entrance of the alley over there. The license plate looks familiar. It seems to be the car of a driver under Young Master Jin..."

Ah Hao's brows suddenly frowned, and his face turned gloomy, "Are you sure?"

"pretty close."

While Ah Hao was staring at the warehouse, he took out a telegram and sent an encrypted message: "Mr. Jin's people may be nearby, keep an eye on the warehouse."

On the other side of the alley, Ah Mao just hung up a phone call and whispered, "Boss, the clues have been spread. There is news of the shipment tonight, and several informants have taken the bait."

“Who reacts the fastest?”

"Old Chen," Ah Mao replied, "his people have already started shunting trains at the dock."

Su Hanze nodded slightly, "He is indeed an old fox. What about Young Master Jin and Brother Biao?"

"Brother Biao will probably make a move tonight, but he's more anxious. Young Master Jin hasn't made a statement yet, but his people have already appeared around Yau Ma Tei. They're probably here to test the waters."

Su Hanze walked to the corner of the warehouse, took out an old pistol from the mezzanine, wiped it gently, and said in a light tone: "You are all staring at me for this, you really treat me like a rat."

Ah Mao smiled and said, "They are scared of you. They are scared to death."

Su Hanze didn't comment, and suddenly said, "Let Ah Ren go out and keep an eye on the batch of goods at Kowloon Wharf. There can't be any mistakes."

"Yes." Ah Mao responded and left.

Su Hanze sat back on the wooden chair in the corner of the warehouse and closed his eyes. The wind blew in through the old window cracks, bringing with it the dampness of the seaside. He knew that tonight would be restless. But he was not waiting for peace, he was waiting for someone to reveal his true colors.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, in the back alley of the East Bay Club, an inconspicuous black car stopped at the end of the road. Young Jin leaned on the back seat with a gloomy look.

"Did he really spread the word that he was going to ship goods?" he asked coldly.

Zhang Hai nodded, "It has been confirmed. Ah Mao went there personally and also sent a message to Lao Chen."

Young Master Jin sneered, "You really made a fool of us." Zhang Hai hesitated, "Master... do you want tonight..."

"What are you moving?" Young Master Jin interrupted him, his eyes as cold as ice, "He spread the word just to wait for us to jump. I, Young Master Jin, am not a loser like Brother Biao. I will not jump into the pit on my own."

"That……"

"Let's see what Lao Chen does first." Young Master Jin took a sip of his wine. "Tonight, the water is muddy, so the fish will float up."

Zhang Hai nodded and said, "What about Ah Hui..."

"Let him die." Young Master Jin's voice was so cold that there was no warmth in it. "If he is still alive tonight, he is not one of ours."

The sky gradually darkened. Outside the warehouse, the street lights flickered dimly, and the wind blew through the alley like a knife. Su Hanze stood by the window on the second floor of the warehouse, looking at the gradually active figures in the distance of the street. He looked at the crowd that was slowly approaching and carefully hiding, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

The night was like ink splashed on Yau Ma Tei, and the dim street lights cast long shadows in the alleys, swaying like ghosts. The air near the Kowloon Pier was filled with the salty smell of the sea, mixed with the sweat and fish smell left by the dock workers. Su Hanze stood by the window on the second floor of the warehouse, his fingers gently stroking the handle of the old pistol, his eyes through the window slit, falling on a black car that had been parked for too long at the entrance of the alley in the distance. The lights were off, and the figures in the car were blurred, but he recognized the outline of the car - Jin Shao's people.

"Amao, how's the situation at the dock?" Su Hanze's voice was low, as if it came from deep in his throat.

Ah Mao stood behind him, flipping through a tattered account book, without looking up: "Ah Ren has already led his men over, the goods are still on the ship, no one dares to move. We have two spies among the dock workers, they said Lao Chen's men have been hanging around nearby tonight, probably trying to find out the situation."

Su Hanze nodded, his mouth corners slightly raised, like a smile, but also like a mockery: "Old Chen, this old fox, has a sharper nose than a dog. It hasn't been long since I spread the word, and he has taken the bait."

"What about Young Master Jin?" Ah Mao closed the account book and looked up at Su Hanze. "His people walked around Yau Ma Tei but didn't go near the warehouse. It seemed like they were afraid of being discovered by you."

"Young Master Jin isn't that stupid." Su Hanze put the gun back on his waist and slowly walked to the window, his eyes still fixed on the car at the entrance of the alley. "He didn't bite the hook because he was waiting for Old Chen to jump first. He knows the water is muddy tonight, and the muddier it is, the easier it is to catch fish."

Ah Mao frowned and lowered his voice: "Boss, do you really think there will be a big move tonight? What if they are just testing..."

"Probing?" Su Hanze turned around, his eyes as cold as a knife. "Probing is also an action. Young Master Jin, Brother Biao, and Old Chen, none of them trust each other, but they all want to eat this piece of meat of mine. No matter who moves tonight, they will be exposed."

Outside the warehouse, the wind in the alley blew faster, blowing up scraps of paper and dust on the ground. Ah Hao and Xiao Zhang squatted on the roof of the opposite building, wrapped in worn military coats, trying to blend into the darkness. The telescope lens was already covered with a layer of mist, so Ah Hao wiped it and re-aimed it at the iron door of the warehouse.

"Brother Hao, the car just now is moving again." Xiao Zhang whispered, with the camera in his hand ready to press the shutter at any time.

Ah Hao didn't say anything, squinting his eyes and staring at the black car. The car door opened, and a tall and thin man got out of the car. He was wearing a black suit, with the brim of his hat pulled down low. He lit a cigarette, and the flame flickered in the night.

"He's Young Master Jin's man." Ah Hao lowered his voice very low, "What's his name... Ah Biao, yes, that's him. Young Master Jin's driver, he took the blame for him in Tsim Sha Tsui last year."

Xiao Zhang swallowed his saliva and said in a trembling voice, "Brother Hao, things are getting more and more wrong. Su Hanze is in the warehouse, Jin Shao's people are hanging around outside, and Lao Chen's people are also near the dock... Mr. Zhou asked us to keep an eye on it, but he didn't say it would be so lively tonight."

"It's better to have a lively atmosphere." Ah Hao sneered and put down the telescope. "Sir Zhou said that Su Hanze is a big fish, but Young Master Jin and Old Chen are not small shrimps either. Whoever jumps out tonight will be our bait."

"But if they really do something..." Xiao Zhang hesitated, "There are only two of us, we can't handle it, right?"

Ah Hao glanced at him and patted his shoulder: "Don't panic, Mr. Zhou's people have already set up a net near the dock. Our task is to keep an eye on him and don't let Su Hanze escape."

Xiao Zhang nodded, but his eyes still showed his nervousness. He raised his camera again and took a few photos of the alley entrance, muttering, "These guys are not easy to deal with..."

At the same time, in a shabby teahouse near the Kowloon Wharf, Lao Chen sat at a wooden table in the corner, holding a cup of Pu'er tea in his hand, the tea soup glowing dark red under the dim light. Opposite him sat a short and fat man wearing a gray jacket, with a smile on his face, but the smile was a little stiff.

"Master Chen, let me see about the cargo..." The short and fat man rubbed his hands and spoke tentatively, "Brother Biao said very clearly that there is a batch of cargo to be shipped tonight at Kowloon Wharf. It is definitely a large amount of money."

Old Chen took a sip of tea slowly, his eyes half-closed, as if he was tasting the tea, or tasting the person: "How much do you believe what Brother Biao said?"

The short and fat man was stunned for a moment, then laughed dryly: "This... Master Chen, although Brother Biao is a bit reckless, he has established a connection with Young Master Jin, so he won't fool us with fake news, right?"

"Fooling?" Old Chen put down his teacup and whispered in his ear, "Ah Fu, how many years have you followed me? Can't you see? Brother Biao's brains were all given by Young Master Jin. Without Young Master Jin's nod, how dare he fart?"

Ah Fu wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled: "Mr. Chen is right... Look, what happened tonight..."

Old Chen did not answer directly, his eyes swept towards the direction of the dock outside the teahouse. The crane on the dock was still creaking and turning, and the workers were busy moving wooden boxes. In the distance, the lights of several fishing boats could be vaguely seen on the sea. He knocked on the table and whispered, "It doesn't matter whether the goods are real or fake, what matters is who is eyeing these goods. Su Hanze spread the news, clearly trying to fish. Who do you think he wants to fish for?"

Ah Fu swallowed his saliva and asked tentatively, "Mr. Jin?"

Old Chen snorted, and a cold smile appeared on his lips: "Young Master Jin, Brother Biao, and me, anyone could be his fish. He is a man with a heart darker than the sky and an appetite bigger than the sea."

"Then shall we..." Ah Fu's voice became even lower, "Are we still going to move tonight?"

Old Chen narrowed his eyes and was silent for a long while before he said slowly, "Move, but not all of them. Send a few people to the dock to keep an eye on them and don't show your head. If Su Hanze wants to play, we'll play with him."

Outside the teahouse, the wind at the dock blew faster, rolling up waves that hit the shore. In the night, there were a few unfamiliar faces among the dock workers, who lowered their heads, pretending to be busy, but their eyes kept glancing at the cargo ship in the distance.

In the warehouse, Su Hanze had already sat back on a wooden chair in the corner, holding a glass of soju in his hand, swaying slowly, as if he was completely unconcerned about the turmoil outside. Ah Mao stood beside him and reported in a low voice: "Boss, Ah Ren just got a message, there is indeed movement at the dock. Lao Chen's people have arrived, at least six or seven of them, disguised as workers and mixed in."

"Six or seven?" Su Hanze raised his eyebrows. "Old Chen is being cautious this time."

"Also," Ah Mao paused and lowered his voice, "Young Master Jin's men are also nearby, but they didn't get close to the dock. They seem to be still watching."

Su Hanze took a sip of wine and laughed softly, "Young Master Jin has learned his lesson. He wasn't so patient before."

"Boss, who do you think will lose control first in this game tonight?" asked Ah Mao.

Su Hanze didn't answer, his eyes fell on the wine glass in his hand. The wine in the glass swayed, reflecting his cold profile. He suddenly asked, "Where's Ah Hui?"

(End of this chapter)