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

Chapter 73: Call yourself OTCB in front of your own people
"Mr. Huang, you also know that I want Xiangduo.

You have worked in O Ji for so many years. Do you think that under normal circumstances, if a short mule's business is trampled upon and he does not bring people to fight back, can he still gain a foothold in the society in the future?"

"Then you shouldn't have chosen this time to do something weird!
Su Hanze, you are a scoundrel who just joined Hung Hing and you have been in the gang for less than ten years.

Your hair isn't even fully grown yet, and you want to imitate others and post pictures of their horses?
Aren’t you afraid that your steps might be too big and pull your crotch? ! "

Huang Zhicheng's eyes widened, he clenched his fists and yelled at Su Hanze.

Su Hanze smiled contemptuously.

He replied, “Why don’t you keep this sentence and tell it to the people of Dongxing?
It wasn't me who started the incident. If you think I'm easier to talk to, then I can only tell you.

Mr. Huang, you have found the wrong person!

I, Su Hanze, may not repay a favor, but if I don't take revenge on a grudge, I'll feel itchy all over! "

While Su Hanze and Huang Zhicheng were arguing with each other, a police officer standing behind Huang Zhicheng had just finished answering a phone call.

He stepped forward to stop Huang Zhicheng who was about to vent his anger, and whispered in his ear.

Huang Zhicheng's already ugly expression suddenly became even uglier.

He took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress the anger in his heart.

Gritting his teeth, he moved closer to Su Hanze again.

He said bitterly: "Su Hanze, you really want the world to be in chaos!

Do you dare to say that you have nothing to do with Shameng's death?"

"I don't understand what you are saying, Mr. Huang, but the dwarf mule is poor at three o'clock and rich at five o'clock. Birth and death are common things.

From what you said, the sandhopper from Dongxing is dead?

Don't worry, Mr. Huang, we in Bolan Street will always uphold the concept of harmony. I will entrust someone to present a wreath to Shameng when the time comes!"

Su Hanze's smile became brighter and brighter.

But this soothing smile seemed so ironic in Huang Zhicheng's eyes.

Huang Zhicheng suddenly felt that he had thousands of words in his heart that he wanted to express, but when the words reached his throat, they seemed to be stuck by something and he didn't know what to say.

In the end, Huang Zhicheng's reason prevailed.

He nodded and said "OK" three times.

He immediately gave Su Hanze a thumbs up and spoke.

“Sangze, it’s been a long time since someone like Shameng died in a gang fight in Tsim Sha Tsui!
Did you know that Shameng is a famous figure in Dongxing?
Do you know what will happen to you if you kill him?!"

The smile on Su Hanze's face gradually faded.

He looked at Huang Zhicheng sternly and answered sharply.

"It doesn't matter!
No matter who wants to put this account on my head, I will accept it!
I was given a bonus by Dongxing two years ago. Would I be afraid that someone from Dongxing would come and cause trouble for me?!"

Huang Zhicheng has seen many stubborn and nasty gangsters.

But there are not many people like Su Hanze who is so stubborn and dares to confront him in front of him.

Huang Zhicheng didn't want to talk any more.

He issued an ultimatum directly to Su Hanze.

"No matter what you do in the future, you should stop your anger tonight!

If anyone lets me get stripped of my police uniform, I will definitely take someone with me before I die!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Huang. The situation in Tsim Sha Tsui had already been resolved long before your O-Tribe officers arrived at the scene."

Su Hanze took out a box of Lucky Strike cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette and handed it to Huang Zhicheng.

"Do you smoke, Mr. Huang?"

"I'll beat your mother!"

Huang Zhicheng glared at Su Hanze. He was extremely annoyed.

He could already imagine what kind of collision would occur between Dongxing and Hongxing in this area in the future because of what happened tonight.

The anger of Chief Superintendent Li Wenbin of Organized Crime and Triad Bureau had not yet been quelled by the demise of Zhongxinyi.

If Tung Sing and Hung Hing were to fight again now, he might not even be qualified to play the trumpet in the Silver Band!
Huang Zhicheng looked around and finally suppressed the anger in his heart.

He put his arm around Su Hanze's shoulders and dragged Su Hanze to the side.

He whispered, “Give me some face and don’t cause any trouble recently!
Everything will wait until I find out the spy that Han Chen has planted in the police force!
You know that if I was transferred, someone else would not be as easy to talk to as me if I took my position!"

"So that means I can be a coward?

Mr. Huang, why don't you go to Dongxing and talk to Luotuo to see if he will give you this favor?"

"So you don't agree?"

Huang Zhicheng's tone was cold; his patience had been pushed to the limit by Su Hanze.

Su Hanze put the cigarette that Huang Zhicheng had not taken into his mouth and answered while groping for a lighter.

"Mr. Huang, you can't say that.

Didn’t you just say that you are now in a hurry to find out the traitor in Han Chen so that you can report the achievement to your boss?

Maybe once Han Chen's case is fully understood, your superiors in the police force will be happy and won't care about the things in Tsim Sha Tsui anymore!"

Huang Zhicheng has thoroughly experienced the feeling of extreme ups and downs in emotions.

He suddenly looked excited.

If we want to trace the root of Han Chen's case, we can start from the Ni family in Tsim Sha Tsui.

He was only in his twenties at that time, and he kept his eye on Ni Kun, then Ni Yongxiao, and then Han Chen.

All in all, it has been twelve years!
Although Han Chen is dead now, this case will never be closed until the traitor he planted in the police force is found out.

It can be said that solving Han Chen's case has become an unshakable obsession in Huang Zhicheng's heart.

Compared to closing this case once and for all, the fight between Tung Sing and Hung Hing in Tsim Sha Tsui means nothing.

"Sangze, are you serious?
Do you know who those ghosts of Han Chen are? ! "

"Don't get so excited, Mr. Huang. I don't know many of you O-level policemen, but I still like dealing with people like you.

You know the dwarf mule. Didn't you want to support Han Chen to become bigger in Tsim Sha Tsui so that Tsim Sha Tsui would be peaceful? "

Su Hanze took a puff of his cigarette as he spoke. After he exhaled a long puff of smoke, he found that Huang Zhicheng's face was full of shock.

Su Hanze immediately shrugged and continued.

"Since you can choose to support Han Chen, why don't you choose to support me once?"

"Han Chen's phone number is in your hands!
Tell me, how many ghosts has Han Chen planted in the police force? "

Huang Zhicheng's expression gradually became solemn. His hatred for these invisible traitors was no less than Han Chen's.

"Mr. Huang, it's not impossible for me to help you catch ghosts.

But should you consider giving me a response to the conditions I proposed?"

Su Hanze did not directly reply to Han Chen's question as to whether he had the phone.

He was well aware of the nature of this traditional Organized Crime and Tribe policeman - he only focused on results and did not care about the process.

For people like him, cooperating with the community has never been something that goes against principles.

But Huang Zhicheng chose to remain silent at this moment.

An intense struggle between heaven and man began deep in his brain.

The feud with Han Chen made him realize one thing - people can change at any time.

At present, Su Hanze is only in his early twenties, but he dared to be at the center of the storm and wantonly launched a vicious case involving a fight among thousands of people in a place like Tsim Sha Tsui!
When Han Chen was this age, he was still an unknown parking boy in the Ni family’s place in Tsim Sha Tsui!
Will supporting Su Hanze to rise up in Tsim Sha Tsui result in a monster more terrifying than Han Chen?
Huang Zhicheng just felt that he couldn't think clearly about this issue at the moment.

He took his hand off Su Hanze's shoulder.

He said coldly: "I will go and clean up after you tonight.

Sangze, I'll treat you to tea some other day!"

On Nathan Road, Tsim Sha Tsui, in an underground casino converted from an underground garage.

The savage who came to Tsim Sha Tsui with a group of people from Tuen Mun to help clean up the place was now as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood, with his face full of excitement.

This is the largest underground casino of Shameng in Tsim Sha Tsui, and also the toughest nut to crack in this cleanup operation.

Due to the large fluctuations in cash flow in the Zihua stall, there are often some people who lose everything and cannot afford to pay back their debts and cause trouble in the place.

This underground casino covers an area of ​​800 square meters and has more than 40 top players from Dongxing in charge of watching the scene.

At this time, the casino was already in a mess.

The savages, with about a hundred men, completely dispersed the Dongxingzi who were watching the scene in less than two minutes.

At this moment, he was holding the bloody machete tightly, admiring his masterpiece excitedly.

At the same time, he gripped the machete tightly and looked at the Dongxing boys who were knocked to the ground by him.

He loudly announced his name: "All you bastards from Tsim Sha Tsui, remember this: I am a native of Tuen Mun!

People say that all the gangsters who can hang around in Tsim Sha Tsui have some skills.

In my opinion, you are not as sharp as our Tuen Mun Boy Scouts! "

After saying this, the savage spat on the ground in disgust, not mentioning at all that he had destroyed the place by relying on his numbers.

For a country boy from Tuen Mun, it is indeed a very satisfying thing to be able to show off in front of these dwarf mules in Tsim Sha Tsui.

"So you're a country bumpkin from Tuen Mun! Go back to your countryside and eat shit!"

Unfortunately, when the savage was feeling extremely good about himself, an extremely discordant voice rang out from the front of the casino.

When the savage looked around, he found a tall and thin boy hiding under the sofa near the reception desk.

At this time, while the savage was announcing his name, he crawled out from under the sofa.

After shouting at the savages, he ran outside.

This move undoubtedly made the savages feel annoyed.

He clenched the knife handle in his hand and was about to order the men he brought with him to rush out and chase after the bad guy.

A Tuen Mun boy quickly went up to the wild animal and gave him a reminder.

"Brother Shengfan, hurry up and go!
The police will be here soon!"

"I fuck your mother!

I won't go anywhere unless I kill this bastard tonight. Get out of here!"

The savage always hated being called a country boy. He kicked his younger brother away in a daze and chased after the villain outside alone.

The boss takes the lead, and the younger ones have to follow him even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead.

Then a group of Tuen Mun boys followed the foreigners and filed out of the casino.

When the savage ran out of the underground casino, he looked around and found that the loser who had just ruined his limelight was running towards Nathan Road, towards Yau Ma Tei.

The sound of sirens was faintly heard in the distance, but the savage was too angry to care about much.

He showed his brute force, raised the machete in his hand and chased after the Dongxing boy.

Dong Xingzai, who was being chased and hacked, looked back and saw the ferocious-looking savages getting closer and closer to him, and he felt as if he was about to die.

He regretted why he had been so mean just now, and was also surprised that the Tuen Mun boy hated the commonly used term for country boy so much.

In terms of physical strength, how could he compete with a muscular barbarian?
Just when this accountant from Dongxing thought that he would have to die here today, a patrol car from the mobile force drove towards him.

The Dong Xing boy was suddenly shocked and no longer cared about the rule that the dwarf mule would never attract the emperor's aura.

He simply waved his hands, ran breathlessly, and rushed to the center of the road to stop a car.

At the same time, he shouted loudly: "Sir! Someone kill me! Someone kill me!!"

crunch--

With the sound of the emergency brakes of the assault vehicle, the car stopped safely less than ten centimeters away from the boy.

Then several members of the mobile force quickly jumped out of the car, and without saying a word, they pressed the Dong Xing boy onto the hood of the car.

The savages who had already caught up with him, seeing four or five policemen with guns drawn in front of them, dared not make any move even if they were to act recklessly.

While the policemen had not noticed him yet, he wrapped the handle of the machete with his clothes, wiped it roughly, and then quickly threw the machete in the green belt beside the road.

He turned around without saying a word and was about to run away.

"Stop! If you run again I'll shoot!"

A loud shout from behind startled the savage.

He gave a reserved smile, slowly raised his hands, and looked back.

He noticed that a policeman was holding up a .38 rifle and aiming it squarely at the back of his head.

"Sir, I'm just passing by, just passing by!"

"Cut the nonsense!"

A sergeant leading the team walked up to the wild man, put on a stern face, and pointed at the certificate hanging on his chest.

He said: "PTU Sergeant He Wenzhan!

If you have anything to say, save it for tonight when you face the police who are interrogating you!

Get in the car! "

The savage couldn't help but secretly groan in his heart. Before being taken into the car by the police, he did not forget to glare fiercely at the Dongxing boy who was also pressed on the hood of the car, his eyes full of threats.

Three o'clock in the morning, Kowloon Funeral Home.

Huang Zhicheng, who was heavy-hearted, rushed to the door of the morgue in the funeral home with Chen Yongren.

The nurse from the funeral home pushed open the door of the cold air storage, and the chill that came out made Huang Zhicheng shiver.

After the nurse left, Huang Zhicheng was preparing to take Chen Yongren to the morgue.

Chen Yongren behind him suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Huang, do you think my application to transfer to O-Match will be approved?

I won't just be able to work in the civilian department of the police force and do irrelevant things in the future, right?"

“It’s OCTB!

Ah Ren, O Ji is the common name that the short mules use to call us.

In front of our own people, try not to call ourselves O agents!"

Huang Zhicheng led Chen Yongren to the morgue while warning him.

At the same time, he glanced at the registration card in his hand and spoke to Chen Yongren to comfort him.

“Don’t worry, you are an undercover agent, not an informant.

Our investigation department is different from other departments. If you have been in the underworld for more than ten years, it will not become your black history, but a rare resume.
I can assure you that once you pass the Political Department, I will immediately apply to Li Sir for a transfer order so that you can come to OCTB and work with me."

Huang Zhicheng's words gave Chen Yongren some peace of mind.

He followed behind Huang Zhicheng, just nodded slightly and didn't say anything more.

On the contrary, Huang Zhicheng, who had spoken first, seemed to be talking too much.

“Aren, I was very optimistic about you when we were in the police academy.

There have been so many cases happening in Tsim Sha Tsui recently, it's a good time for you to show your skills.

The Dongxing bunch of losers gathered at the door of the funeral home tonight, clamoring to take Shameng's body back.

We don't have much time, so hurry up and take notes!"

He took Chen Yongren to a morgue that had not yet been put into the freezer and lifted the white cloth covering the body.

The dead sandhopper's eyes were wide open, and its eyeballs were bulging, as if they might fall out of their sockets at any time.

Chen Yongren also came forward, and what surprised him most was that there was an exaggerated bloody hole on Shameng's forehead!

The wound was as deep as half a fist. Blood and bone fragments were mixed together at the wound, with gray-yellow brain matter spurting out next to it.

Chen Yongren couldn't help but gasp.

"Mr. Huang, was Shameng really killed by Su Hanze's punch?

Looking at the wound, I would believe you if you said it was caused by a tire hammer!"

Huang Zhicheng shook his head and said, "I'm not sure, but our police force heard that Shameng was indeed beaten to death by Sangze with one punch.

Moreover, the forensic doctor has determined that the fatal wound to Shameng was not caused by a blunt metal object."

Chen Yongren thought about it and asked with a frown.

“Are there any eyewitnesses from Dongxing at the scene?

Mr. Huang, the police force is scientific. If you tell me that this kind of power is man-made, I will never believe it! "

"Aren, don't you understand why I brought you here tonight?"

Huang Zhicheng covered Shameng's head again and turned to Chen Yongren and said.

"Being a member of the O-Ji team doesn't mean you have to focus on major cases all day long.

There are at least 500,000 dwarf mules in Hong Kong Island, if not 800,000.

If we say that all these people were sent to the kilns for further training, it is inevitable that some of them would be wronged.

But if we catch every other one, there will be at least 100,000 fish caught in the net!"

Chen Yongren smiled bitterly and nodded.

"I understand, Mr. Huang. If we really want to enforce the Queen's laws, I'm afraid even if we build a few more prisons in Hong Kong Island, they won't be able to accommodate these gang members!"

"Yes! So I brought you here tonight just to ask you what you think.

If you were in my position, how would you handle the situation between Sangze and Dongxing?"

Chen Yongren stood there in contemplation for a moment, and gave an answer that did not surprise Huang Zhicheng.

"I think Su Hanze is a person who can be supported to become bigger!"

"reason!"

"The reason is simple. He is a trustworthy person and he doesn't touch drugs!"

Chen Yongren explained seriously: "Mr. Huang, think about it, I never thought that the inventory of Han Chen's warehouses scattered all over Hong Kong Island would have a market value of 300 million!

The fact that he was willing to hand over these warehouses to our police is enough to prove that this is a man of principles.

It's no problem to cooperate with him!"

Huang Zhicheng automatically ignored Chen Yongren's answer about the warehouse.

He chuckled and replied lightly.

"What's the matter, Ren? Are you still blaming me for not keeping my promise and making you suffer for more than ten years in Tsim Sha Tsui?" "Mr. Huang, I didn't say that!"

Huang Zhicheng patted Chen Yongren on the shoulder and spoke.

“When you were training at the police academy, you always ranked first in every subject.

I also know that it is a waste of talent to let a talent like you go undercover!

But I had no choice. Now that the storm has passed, I will return what I owe you as soon as possible!"

As he spoke, Huang Zhicheng looked at Shameng's body again and said with disgust.

"Let's go, this place is really unlucky.

Let's have the evidence department come over to collect the evidence later. Go ask them for a report tomorrow. This will also allow you to get familiar with our investigation department's counterparts in advance."

When Huang Zhicheng led Chen Yongren out of the funeral home, the phone hanging on Huang Zhicheng's waist suddenly rang.

This is the nth call Huang Zhicheng has received tonight.

After Huang Zhicheng numbly pressed the answer button, Su Hanze's voice floated out from the phone.

"Mr. Huang, are you still awake?"

"Sangze, what the hell are you trying to do?!"

……

In the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit, Huang Zhicheng rubbed his red eyes and walked into an interrogation room.

At this time, a tall and thin middle-aged man had fallen asleep on the interrogation table.

Huang Zhicheng sat down at the interrogation table, clenched his fist, and slammed it hard on the table.

Boom——

The loud noise instantly woke up the sleeping man. He raised his head as if he had been electrocuted and wanted to rub his hazy eyes with both hands. Suddenly, he found that his hands were actually handcuffed to the interrogation chair.

"What's the matter, sir? Are you going to let me go?

If you treat a victim like this, I will report you to the Public Relations Department!"

The man angrily retorted to Huang Zhicheng, shook his dizzy head, and then he saw clearly Huang Zhicheng sitting in front of him.

Huang Zhicheng sneered.

"You short mules are always going to the Public Relations Department to sue us. Do you think the Public Relations Department is there to serve your organization?
Hey, can you afford a lawyer?"

"You don't have to worry about it!"

"It's okay if I don't care. If you're happy, I can let you go back now.

Hey, don’t you shortys refuse to provoke the emperor even if you die?

Today you lied to the police in West Kowloon and told them that someone hacked you in Tsim Sha Tsui, didn't you? "

"So what if it is? So what if it's not?"

"Not really, but don't blame me for not warning you.

Now outside the police station, I wonder how many Hongxing guys are waiting for you to leave.

I'm afraid you won't be able to get back to Tsim Sha Tsui to report to your boss, and you'll be hacked to death on the way!"

Huang Zhicheng's words scared the Dong Xingzi in front of him so much that he shrank his neck.

Without waiting for him to speak, Huang Zhicheng said seriously.

"Now I ask you questions and you answer them. If you say another word of nonsense, I will immediately escort you out of the police station. Do you understand?!"

"Understood, understood, sir!"

"name!"

"lampshade!"

"Fuck you, I'm asking for your real name!"

"Huang Bohong!"

"Very good, Lampshade, are you originally from Tong Ha Estate in Yuen Long?

Your wife divorced you three years ago, and you still have a 61-year-old mother at home who is taking care of your nine-year-old son?"

Lampshade couldn't help but wonder.

"Sir, you're still asking even though you know this, what does this have to do with my business?"

Huang Zhicheng just smiled without saying anything. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it up, and did not answer.

Lampshade suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He asked hurriedly: "No, sir, what do you mean by asking this?!

I am the victim! Why are you investigating my family for no reason? "

"I don't have the time to investigate what's going on in your family!
The above information was obtained from the Hongxingzi we captured tonight while maintaining law and order in Tsim Sha Tsui."

Lampshade's face immediately turned sad.

"Sir, please help me!
They are going to attack my family!

Please help me, my mother and children are innocent! Don’t let the disaster affect my family, sir!"

"I'm going to pick you. When you were out there, did you ever think that one day you would tire your mother and your son out?

Why didn't you say they were innocent? Why didn't you consider that your family would be implicated as well?"

Huang Zhicheng tapped his cigarette butt and continued to give his advice.

"I don't know what the rules are for you short mules, I only know that the Hongxing guys outside are all saying that you and the police leaked the information.

If you continue to stay in the police station and don't go out, they will make trouble for your family.

What you said was that you broke the rules first. If they continue to do this, you, the boss of Dongxing, will not be able to do anything.

But don't worry, our police force will never sit idly by and watch such things happen."

Things have come to this point. Even if Dengzhao is not clear about what Huang Zhicheng means, he should know that he has no choice but to change his testimony!
"Sir, there are some problems with my confession tonight!
I drank too much tonight, and was just fooling around with my friends in Tsim Sha Tsui!
There is no such thing as a knife. Look, there is no wound on my body!"

In response to Dengzhao's excited words, Huang Zhicheng just smiled and jumped off the table.

He shook his head and said.

"It's no use for you to tell me this. The PTU people are here to hand you over to the Kowloon Serious Crime Unit.

If there is anything that has not been explained clearly, go and talk to them!"

After saying this, Huang Zhicheng was about to leave, but Dengzhao was not at ease at all.

He shouted desperately at Huang Zhicheng's back.

"Sir, what I said is true!

I beg you, please help take care of my family, I beg you..."

boom--

The door was slammed shut by Huang Zhicheng.

Huang Zhicheng held a cigarette in his mouth and looked back at the door of the interrogation room.

I couldn’t help but sarcastically say: “Whether it’s the police force or the community, those who do civilian work are the ones who have no guts!
You dare to come to Tsim Sha Tsui with such little talent? Just go back to Tuen Mun and take care of your mother! Stupid!"

After walking out of the police station, Huang Zhicheng got into his car parked at the gate.

Chen Yongren was still sitting in the passenger seat, tapping the window rhythmically with his fingers.

Huang Zhicheng couldn't help but sneer and said, "Aren, are you still reminiscing about the days of typing Morse code?"

"I've gotten used to it, Mr. Huang. By the way, are you done?"

"If I can't even handle a small number of sandhoppers, I don't deserve to sit in my current position."

Huang Zhicheng rolled his eyes at Chen Yongren and said.

"Call Sangze. I'm very curious about who Han Chen has been inserting into our police force over the years!"

In response to Huang Zhicheng's instructions, Chen Yongren did not take out his phone.

He just withdrew his left hand from knocking on the car window and answered.

"Mr. Huang, there's no need to fight.

Sangze told me that he was not free tonight.

Let me go to see him at Portland Street tomorrow afternoon, and he will give us a satisfactory explanation then."

"He asked you out?"

Huang Zhicheng was somewhat dissatisfied, but he nodded without waiting for Chen Yongren to reply.

He said: "It's OK if you make an appointment, but remember to remind him, our Group A is having a hard time now.

Let him be more restrained as much as possible. When the traitor in the police force is found, it doesn't matter if I am fired and go to Bowl Lane to play with him!"

Bolan Street, where Su Hanze lives.

At this time, Su Hanze was leaning against the head of the bed, playing with a brand new mobile phone in his hand.

This was the phone he had placed in the storage space to repair the data.

The progress of the repair was still as slow as ever, and Su Hanze did not find the message "There is a traitor, terminate the transaction".

But there are always unexpected gains.

He found a message in Han Chen's phone that was sent by Han Chen and had a rather ambiguous meaning.

The message contained only six short words: [Sai Kung Pier the day after tomorrow.]

The only response from the other end of the phone was "Received".

Su Hanze noticed the time. Han Chen sent this message on March 25th of last month.

That is to say, on March 27, Han Chen and a group of unknown people conducted a transaction at the Saigon Pier that even Chen Yongren had not been informed of.

The reason why Su Hanze paid so much attention to this message was that he discovered through the call records that Han Chen had a half-hour long conversation with the number that sent the message between 9 and 10 pm on March 25th!

Looking through all the call records of Han Chen's phone, the duration of any call did not exceed five minutes.

Su Hanze couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

He increasingly felt that he needed to dig deeper into this line.

Han Chen had been a drug lord in Tsim Sha Tsui for so many years. He didn't believe that this drug lord, who was like a frightened bird, would convert all the money he had made over the years into white powder and hide it in a warehouse on Hong Kong Island.

Maybe if we follow the clues, we might be able to squeeze out some extra money from Han the Dwarf's body.

Tuen Mun, Yuen Long Luen Kung Temple, a country villa at the birthplace of Tung Sing.

While Su Hanze was still studying Han Chen's mobile phone, in this country villa, all the bigwigs from various Dongxing gangs gathered together after being notified by a phone call overnight from Dongxing leader Luo Bingrun.

The camel, who is in his forties, still looks like a strong man. At this moment, he is sitting on a chair in the center of the hall, his eyes are bright, like a lion examining his territory, and there is no trace of fatigue on his face.

Luo Bingrun, 43 years old at the time, had hastily dropped out of Form 4 at the age of 15 and chose to join a society. In that chaotic era, he became a native dwarf mule from Yuen Long.

After less than three months of being out there, he went from being a blue lantern listed in the East Star Undersea Register to an official 'glorious' four-nine boy.

At the age of sixteen, he was personally selected by the big boss of the Yuen Long Hall to be promoted and given the red stick, and officially opened his own sect to recruit disciples!

Before he was 20 years old, he had already risen to an important position in Yuen Long District!
At the age of 23, he became the leader of the Yuen Long branch of the Tung Sing Society, leading more than 3,000 Tung Singers in Yuen Long to work and make a living, and his fame rose rapidly.

Although Luo Bingrun has not made any particularly good contributions during his years at Dongxing.

But his rocket-like promotion in the East Star Society was so fast that no East Star boy dared to disobey him.

When Luo Bingrun was 28 years old, Dongxing leader Luo Zhengwu passed away due to illness. Luo Bingrun officially took over the position of Dongxing leader from his father.

All in all, he has been sitting at the leading position of Dongxing for a full fifteen years!

"Is everyone here? I believe you all know it.

Shameng's body is still at the Kowloon Funeral Home. Before we bring him back tomorrow to hold a memorial service, I would like to hear your opinions."

As soon as Luotuo spoke, the Dongxing bosses sitting on both sides of the hall began to whisper and discuss.

Soon, someone spoke up and gave the camel the first answer.

“Boss, the Hongxing people are already stepping on our heads!

Don't worry too much, just let me take care of Shameng's gang, and I will avenge him!"

The one who spoke was Camel’s confidant - East Star Downhill Tiger Crow.

The camel was very happy to see that his younger brother was the first to come out and respond to his call.

But he gave Crow a look, signaling him to be quiet.

Then he said: "Crow, I admire your courage.

You are right. When we get together, we should know that the rules have always been like this.

Whoever can avenge Shameng will officially take over the territory of Tsim Sha Tsui!
But you just escaped from the Netherlands and your foundation is unstable now.

You are my trusted and beloved general. If I leave this matter to you, I am afraid that my brothers will say that you are biased. "

The crow curled his lips. Although he felt a little unhappy, he didn't say anything more.

He just cursed in his heart and put on a submissive expression on his face.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Tsim Sha Tsui has always been a hotly contested area among social groups.

Crow had no idea why Camel was pretending to be so noble at this time. If he didn't let himself fight for such a good opportunity, would he just sit back and watch the East Star veteran - Uncle Ben's people eat up Tsim Sha Tsui?
Camel did not notice the change in Crow's expression. He immediately turned his gaze to Situ Haonan, the Dragon and Tiger Captor.

This man is the leader of Tung Sing in Wan Chai, the second-in-command of Tung Sing, and Uncle Ben Bai Tou Weng’s most trusted aide!
Then the camel spoke.

"Situ, you have been doing well in Wan Chai these years. The brothers in the gang say that you are even more successful than Shameng.

Now that the reputation of Dongxing has been destroyed by Hongxing, are you willing to help Dongxing regain its lost reputation?"

"Boss, I'll do whatever you say!"

Situ Haonan, who was named, looked up quickly, first glanced at the expression of his boss Bai Tou Weng, and then agreed to Luotuo.

The camel nodded with satisfaction.

"Don't worry that Sangze, this loser, has Han Bin's support behind him. Situ, the entire East Star is standing behind you!

We, the Dongxing, have been fighting with the Hongxing for a long time.

At worst, I can create another big storm in the martial arts world. I want to see how many heads this Sangze has!

Situ, if you need the society to do something for you, just ask!"

"Boss, I don't want anything.

"Take down the Sangze, and leave the territory of the sandhoppers to me, that's all!"

Situ Haonan's answer was powerful and clear to all the Dongxingzi present.

Camel had already made a conclusion about what happened tonight.

They were just pulled over in the middle of the night to serve as a foil.

It doesn’t really matter whether they are there or not.

After Situ Haonan finished answering, Luotuo suppressed the anger on his face.

He turned his head and looked at Uncle Ben who was sitting next to his armchair.

He lowered his posture and said, "Uncle Ben, you have no objection to giving Situ a chance to come forward, right?"

"Lao Ding, it is the responsibility of every Dongxing boy to avenge people like Sha Meng and Yao Yang.

You chose Situ to do this, which is a great honor to him. You don't need to ask me about it."

The white-headed old man responded to the camel with a wry smile, then looked at Situ Haonan seriously.

He said sternly: "Situ, you are so unruly. Why don't you say thank you to Lao Ding?!"

"Thank you, Lao Ding!"

Situ Haonan stood up suddenly, causing a gust of wind, and thanked the camel.

……

An emergency meeting involving all the gangs of Dongxing ended in just a few words.

After the owners left Camel's country villa, Camel stood up and looked at the yawning crow beside him.

He said in a deep voice: "Crow, are you upset that I didn't give you a chance to stand out?"

"How dare I, sir!"

The crow replied sarcastically while twisting his neck.

"I have been living a miserable life in the Netherlands these past few years, and all my former subordinates have died or dispersed.

Boss, you simply dislike my power and are afraid that Dongxing's business will be neglected.

Don't worry, I still have a sense of the overall situation!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Come with me to the ancestral hall to burn incense. I have something to tell you!"

Camel grabbed the windbreaker hanging on the back of the chair, shook it a little, and without waiting for the crow to answer, he strode towards the Lian Gong Temple.

The Tung Sing Group started out as a rural militia group in Yuen Long and can be considered one of the homegrown societies on Hong Kong Island.

Compared with foreign societies such as Hung Hing, the Number Gang, and the Xinji, Dongxing has some advantages that societies like Hung Hing do not have.

For example, in this old land in Yuen Long, Dongxing has established a deep bond with local residents.

Many of the village councillors in Yuen Long were funded and promoted by Tung Sing.

This is the reason why Dongxing has been able to thrive in the noodle stall business for so many years.

Inside the Liangong Temple, the spirits of heroes who have contributed and shed blood for Dongxing throughout the ages are enshrined.

Below the altar in the ancestral hall, Lei Yaoyang’s brand new spirit tablet has been prominently enshrined.

If nothing unexpected happens, Shameng's spirit tablet will be enshrined here in a few days.

Luotuo personally lit a stick of incense in front of Lei Yaoyang's spirit tablet and bowed three times respectfully.

Then he spoke to the crow following behind him.

"Crow, you should also light some incense and pay your respects!"

“Boss, I worship him!

If Uncle Ben and his group hadn't stood by and watched me die three years ago, would I have taken the blame and fled to the Netherlands to suffer for three years?"

"Asshole, just bow down when I tell you to. When did you learn to talk so much nonsense?"

Facing the crow with a straight face, the camel slapped the crow in the face.

(End of this chapter)