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

Chapter 47 Gunfire
Han Bin sat on the chair, fiddling with the Zippo lighter in his hand.

He raised his eyelids and said to Han Chen: "According to you, the matter is written off just like that?"

"I dare not. Since we are here to talk about numbers, Brother Bing can also express your opinion!"

Han Bin slammed the lighter on the table and spoke to Han Chen in an unquestionable tone.

"Well, I don't care about the amount of Liang Kun's money.

You can hand over all the 10 million that Sangze gave you and we'll be even!"

Han Chen suddenly smiled cruelly.

"Brother Bing, it seems that you are not here to talk about numbers today?"

"Yan Jiachan, I never thought of negotiating with you in the first place!"

Han Bin sneered, and his subsequent actions allowed Su Hanze to see how Han Bin earned his reputation.

Han Bin reached his right hand into his windbreaker and pulled out a short-barreled shotgun with the muzzle sawed off.

The bullet was already loaded, so he raised the muzzle of the gun, pointed it at Han Chen's head and shot.

boom--

With a bang, a tongue of fire burst out from the muzzle of the shotgun.

The expression of fear on half of Han Chen's face froze instantly, and half of his face had been smashed by the spray gun.

His body quickly leaned back, and his brain and blood exploded on the wall of the tea bag in a brilliant splash of blood.

Han Bin did not stop. He removed the shell and loaded another bullet.

He aimed at Han Chen's chest, who should have been dead, and fired two more shots, one on the left and one on the right.

Su Hanze stood up and took a closer look, and found that there were two more bloody holes on Han the Dwarf's chest.

At this time, a guest downstairs heard the noise and prepared to come out to check the situation.

As soon as I stepped into the corridor, a waiter explained with an apologetic look on his face: "Excuse me sir, there was an electric thermos explosion upstairs. I am sorry to bother you sir..."

In the corridor of the Tea Bag Room on the third floor, Han Chen's men heard the gunshots and immediately rushed to the door of the box.

At this time, the door of the box had been opened by Han Bin.

Han Bin, who was calm and composed, lit another cigar and threw the broken cigar in his hand, which was still smoking, to Dao Zai Qing who was guarding the door.

He looked around coldly at the group of thugs gathered at the door.

No one dared to step forward.

"I was the one who killed Han Chen. If any of you who are dissatisfied with this can go to Tsuen Ching to find me!"

Han Bin just said a few words and patted Su Hanze on the shoulder.

Accompanied by several gunmen they brought with them, the group left the tea house in a swagger.

Until Han Bin personally drove Su Hanze back to Bolan Street, he did not mention Han Chen to Su Hanze again.

This is Han Bin’s code of conduct - if you do something, you must do it thoroughly!

Since someone like Han Chen has already offended him, there is actually nothing more to talk about in order to avoid any further complications.

The correct answer is to strike first and gain the upper hand!

Bowl Lane, where Thirteenth Sister lives.

Su Hanze hung his head, unable to raise it because of the scolding from his elder sister.

It was not until half an hour had passed and the thirsty Thirteenth Sister got up to get some water that Su Hanze found the opportunity to interrupt.

"Big sister, isn't it that if you come out to get involved, I'll kill you and you'll kill me?
Why, Han Chen is the illegitimate son of the Queen of Great Britain, so he can't be killed?"

When Thirteenth Sister heard this, she almost spit out the tea that was about to reach her mouth.

He immediately rolled up his sleeves, strode to the back of the sofa, grabbed Su Hanze's left ear, and scolded him harshly: "I just talked to you for half an hour, and you didn't listen to a word!
Am I talking to you about killing people? Short mules never dare to offend the emperor. If you are brave enough, kill all the big guys in Yau Tsim Mong, and I will consider you capable!
But if you become a fan of Liang Kun, I will definitely take care of that!
Have you forgotten how your father died? Have you forgotten what the good-for-nothing boss you used to follow in Sham Shui Po looks like now?

I'm telling you, don't say that Hongxing doesn't allow people to touch powder. If I see you and people like Liang Kun touching the powder stalls again, I'll either break your legs or you take a knife and chop your eldest sister to death!"

Su Hanze was lifted up by the Thirteenth Sister by his ears. In fact, he had a strong physique and did not feel any pain at all.

But he still pretended to be in pain and struggled out of Thirteenth Sister's hands.

Covering his left ear, he said to Thirteenth Sister, "Sister, how dare I kill you with a knife...

So, I promise you, I will never touch the white powder business.

If I go looking for the white powder business, you don't need to do it, I will cut off my own legs and give them to you!"

"really?"

Thirteenth sister looked into Su Hanze's eyes and asked. In his mind, her younger brother had always been a shrewd person since he was a child, but there was one good thing about him, which was that he never lied to him.

"It's absolutely true, but what I'm most worried about now is that Brother Bin has launched a troll attack in Tsim Sha Tsui. If the police find out about this, I'm afraid it will be difficult for them!"

“You don’t have to worry about this, your brother-in-law is much more alert than you.

Long before Han Chen arranged for people to enter the scene, he had already spent money to take care of the owner of the teahouse.

But I'm curious, where did you get so much money to negotiate this deal with Han Chen?"

It was impossible for Su Hanze to tell Thirteenth Sister that he got the money from Liang Kun.

He could only answer vaguely: "I borrowed the money from a few big guys I met in the Netherlands..."

"The big circle guys are inhumane! I don't have much money right now, so find a time to arrange a meeting with these big circle guys and see if we can get a discount to settle this amount first.

If they really don't want to, you can ask your brother-in-law to introduce them to some ways to make money and see if they can use this amount to pay off the debt."

“Sister, my friends are not indiscriminate people.

This money is gone, so take it as a lesson. From now on, I will honestly watch the show for you in Portland Street and not do this kind of thing again."

Su Hanze's head immediately shook like a rattle.

Not to mention those big circle kids, he had come there a long time ago just to have fun with them, and now he has sent them back to the mainland.

Even if they really found it, Su Hanze didn't dare let them go and negotiate with Han Bin.

Although he lacks business skills now, he has seen Han Bin's temper.

If the Big Circle Boys were allowed to meet them, Han Bin might give them two slaps right away in order to eliminate future troubles.

By then it will backfire.

Thirteenth sister sighed, Su Hanze was no longer a teenager after all.

He understands the situation, so I shouldn't talk to him any more.

Then Thirteenth Sister came around from behind the sofa and pulled Su Hanze to sit down.

He took out a document from his pocket and stuffed it into Su Hanze's hand.

Su Hanze unfolded the folded square document and asked in confusion.

"Sister, what is this?"

"You'll know after you take a look. Anyway, this is not the night school notice for you!"

Su Hanze heard this and looked down.

I found that this was a copy of the venue rental, the location was on the second to fifth floors of Guangfeng Building on the other side of the Bowl Lane Recreation Garden.

The signing name of the lessee is Jiang Tiansheng, the leader of Hongxing.

(End of this chapter)