Hong Kong General: Rebirth of Rage, Rising from Prison

Chapter 132 Wuying: Selling fish balls today and selling missiles in the Middle East tomorrow!
Chen Mei looked at the corpse of the prince in front of him and felt heartbroken. If he knew who killed him, he would definitely cut the person into pieces.

Chen Mei's two confidants, Lan Lian Ji and Qi Wang, who were also two of the six hall masters, walked in.

"Uncle Mei, I'm sorry."

"We learned from the police that Sangbo's fingerprints were found on the prince, as well as a small piece of his fingernail."

"It can be basically concluded that it was Sangbo who killed the prince."

Rotten Face Ji whispered beside Chen Mei.

The feud between Sangbo and the prince has long been known to everyone and is no secret. And since he has just been released from prison, it is normal for him to seek revenge.

"It's the Number Gang Sangbo again. This idiot has been in jail for five years and he's causing trouble as soon as he gets out. I'll fuck his mother!"

Chen Mei cursed loudly, his whole face was red, his expression was distorted, and his fists were clenched tightly: "Bastard, scrape him out immediately, I want him to pay for the prince's life!"

"Uncle Mei, Sangbo's whereabouts are unknown and the police have no news either..."

Qi Wang stammered.

"If we have to rely on the police to get out there, wouldn't that make the gang laugh?"

Chen Mei interrupted Qi Wang with a shout and said angrily: "After Sang Bo went in, the Number Gang Meizidui was taken over by his brother Sang Biao, and he went directly to Sang Biao to ask for people."

"If Sang Biao doesn't hand him over, we will mobilize all of Hongtai's strength to fight the Number Gang!"

"Yes, Uncle Mei!"

Lan Lian Ji and Qi Wang nodded in agreement.

On the other side, the numbers help the plum character to pile up.

A hidden underground casino.

Although the Number Gang is also one of the largest societies in Hong Kong Island, it is internally divided into thirty-six groups, which are fragmented and act independently.

These piles of words, big and small, are named after loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, love, trust, righteousness, harmony, ethics, virtue, courage, perseverance, unity, plum, victory, frugality, sword, handsomeness, health, reality, practice, courtesy, wisdom, honesty, integrity, cleanliness, peace, Confucius... etc.

The pile of characters originally managed by Sang Bo was the Mei pile, and now it is managed by his younger brother, Sang Biao.

In recent years, Sang Biao has set up many underground casinos, and Zidui has developed well relying on the casinos.

Inside the underground casino, there was smoke and fire, and the gamblers had different expressions, some excited, some excited, and some depressed.

Some people make money, some people lose money.

However, for Sang Biao, he has to take a commission from every table, so he can make money regardless of whether the gamblers win or lose.

Sang Biao took three incense sticks in his hand, lit them, and slowly inserted them into the incense burner in front of Guan Erye.

The Lord Guan in the shrine has squinting eyes, wears a green robe and green shoes, and holds a Green Dragon Crescent Blade, looking very majestic.

In Hong Kong Island, the police, social groups, and shops all worship Guan Erye, and even the Malan Fenglou has one.

The Guan Yu that the messengers worshipped wore red shoes, which represented loyalty, so if a society offended the emperor, they would call out for the red shoes.

The Guan Erye worshipped by the society wears green shoes, which represents righteousness.

Shops will offer sacrifices to Guan Gong with golden shoes, which symbolizes prosperity.

The one worshipped in the red-light district is the barefoot Guan Gong.

Each has its own meaning.

After Sang Biao lit the incense, he sat down on the soft sofa, looked at his boss Ma Muyuzi, and said, "You just said that Hongtai Chenmei's son died, and you want us to hand him over?"

"Yes, Brother Biao, Hongtai said that if you don't hand over Brother Sangbo, he will use Hongtai's strength to fight us!"

Muyuzi nodded in response.

"Oh, Chen Mei is really getting old and confused. Is he crazy? After Sang Bo was released from prison, I didn't even see a single hair on his leg."

"Give him the shit!"

Sang Biao is very similar to Sang Bo, both are big and strong, with a pair of Buddha amulets hanging on their chests.

He snorted coldly and looked at Mu Yuzi: "Tell Hongtai that there is no one."

"If there's a war to be fought, I'll sit back and wait for him to fight!"

Muyuzi nodded and said, "Yes!"

……

Central and Western Police Station, Anti-Triad Unit.

Hongtai undercover police officer David called Chen Guozhong and tipped him off:

"Sir Chen, Prince Hongtai is dead. Chen Mei is going to Mong Kok East tonight to fight with the Number Gang Sang Biao!"

"okay, I get it!"

Chen Guozhong answered calmly and hung up the phone.

"Ah Hua, inform everyone that tonight in Mong Kok East, Hong Tai and the Number Gang will start a war. Let the traffic team and PTU assist us and go to the Number Gang's territory to keep an eye on it."

"There must be no trouble tonight!"

Chen Guozhong immediately gave instructions to Lu Guanhua.

"Yes, Atou!"

Ahua agreed and took action immediately.

After Chan Mei's only son died, she would definitely go to Mong Kok East and fight to the death with the Number Gang.

I have to work overtime again tonight.

……

Quanxing Group, General Manager's Office.

"Brother Xian, as you expected, the Hongtai Chenmei and the Number Gang will start a war tonight. The Central and Western District Anti-Triad Group will work overtime tonight, and they have summoned their men to go to Mong Kok East to do some work."

Qiu Gangao told Chen Shixian the details.

"Okay, get ready to do things!"

Chen Shixian's eyes were filled with ferocity. He pressed the internal line and called Wang Fengyi in.

Wang Fengyi wore a bright red lapel windbreaker with a lace tight top underneath, black stockings on her legs, and shiny red high heels of the same color.

After coming in, she twisted her waist and sat in front of him: "Tell me, what are we going to do tonight?"

"Wow, Fengyi, you are speaking with substance now."

Chen Shixian gently scratched Wang Fengyi's nose and said with a smile: "At least one-third of Hongtai's troops will go to Mong Kok East to fight the Number Gang."

"Let Jiu Wenlong lead the charge and turn Mong Kok upside down."

"The support is from the clan brothers in Wei Village."

"Tonight we will pull down Hongtai's flag, burn his land, and take back the plaque of 'Taihe Tianxia'. I will give it to Grandpa to hang in the ancestral hall to ward off evil spirits!"

Wang Fengyi nodded, stood up, and said the most sturdy words in the most delicate voice: "I will go and get people to fight Hong Tai and destroy them!"

Wang Fengyi turned and walked out. Chen Shixian looked at her from behind, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

What is it like to raise a delicate young lady into a big sister?
After she left, Chen Shixian called Grandpa and said, "Grandpa, we're going to start the party tonight. Ask the brothers and sisters to do something!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you to clear our village's name and make the Chen family proud!"

Grandpa hung up the phone and waved his hand to Chen Guihe in the Criminal Hall: "Call the brothers back to the ancestral temple!"

Chen Guihe and the Xing brothers immediately called all of Chen Shizong's brothers and sisters who were away.

Near Xiyuan Snack Street, Temple Street.

"Fish balls, tempura, fish balls!"

Wuying from the Sixi Gang, a fourth-rate gang in Hong Kong, scooped up a pair of scissors that had fallen into the soup, tossed them with one hand, and while shouting, he shook them dry, causing the soup to splash.

"Wow, Wufeitou, what are you doing? Just sell fish balls properly. If you sell well, you will be rich. Why are you trying so hard?"

Brother Hua, the boss of Wuying, just came over and was splashed with soup. He frowned and scolded.

The Sixi Gang was in decline, and he had no intention of competing in the underworld. Wuyingtou was his only younger brother.

His ambition is as high as the sky, but his life is as fragile as paper. He is impulsive and reckless.

Arranging him to sell fish balls is also a way to temper his character.

"Yes, I'm selling fish balls in Xiyuan today, and later I can sell missiles in the Middle East. They're all eggs, so I'm sure I'll be rich!"

Wuying felt it was embarrassing to sell fish balls, and he choked and complained angrily.

"Beep beep beep!"

Suddenly, Wuying's beeping machine started to sound.

Upon closer inspection, I found that the message was actually sent in the voice of an old man from the village.

He borrowed Ah Hua's phone to answer the call.

Ahua handed the phone to Wuying.

I felt my stomach growling with hunger, so I picked up a foam bowl and scooped up beef offal, pig lungs, fish balls, etc.

Chop with scissors and add chopped green onion sauce.

He started eating with big mouthfuls, his mouth full of oil.

After Wuying answered the phone, he realized that the person on the other end of the line was Chen Guihe, the head of the criminal court of Chenshiwei Village.

After hanging up the phone, his face was flushed with excitement: "Oh my god, Chan's Village is going to do something big, we're going to attack Mong Kok tonight!"

"I want to be the coolest guy tonight and bring honor to my Chen family!"

When Wuying heard that he would have a battle with Hongtai tonight, he became excited and his blood boiled, and he felt that he was able to do it again.

He was about to leave the stall immediately.

"Hey, you black fly, are you crazy? Go ahead and kill anyone you're told to. Are you not going to continue your business?!"

When Ah Hua saw Wuying was about to leave, he stopped him speechlessly.

"Hey, boss."

"I'm just saying that I'm a gangster, and I use machetes, not scissors."

"See? Every time the grandma selling wife cakes in front yells 'Run away!', we push our carts and run away like stray dogs."

"When you're out there, face is the most important thing. But now I'm worse than even a beggar on the street!"

As Wuying spoke, he felt his nose itchy, so he picked up a pair of scissors and inserted them into his nasal cavity, snipped his nose hairs twice, and shook his legs:
"Our Chen clan ancestral hall is a problem. How can I be worthy of our ancestors if I don't even bother to go?"

After saying that, he threw the scissors directly into the soup and clapped his hands in disapproval: "Okay, call it a day!"

"Douli mother, you poor boy, be careful not to get chopped to death on the street!"

Ahua looked at Wuying's back, getting so angry that he cursed.

Reluctantly, I started to help clean up the stall.

The scissors sank to the bottom of the soup, and a tuft of nose hair floated up.

Ah Hua frowned and picked up the scissors with a pair of tongs, bringing up a greasy rag with soup dripping down from it.

"You damned black fly head, you are a piece of shit..."

Ah Hua suddenly felt his stomach churning, and he held onto the railing and began to vomit wildly.

The calls to the Punishment Hall were made one by one.

Chen, a villager who was taking a bath in the bath city, got up from the bathing pool with a splash, dried himself casually, and ran around the village.

The villager who was having a massage immediately put on his clothes and left.

All shops and stalls are closed today.

The dwarf mule who was chopping people also dropped his knife and ran towards the village.

"Douli mother, the society is killing people to do things, where are you running to?"

"The village grandpa is calling for trouble!"

"Damn it, you're killing people now!"

"It doesn't matter if I'm just a blue lantern, but I can make up the numbers. No one in the village dares not give Grandpa face. Even if I have half of the space, I'll go!"

"Otherwise, when you die, you won't be included in the family tree, and you won't be buried in the ancestral tomb!"

One by one, the Chen clan members rushed back to the village and gathered in the open space in front of the ancestral hall.

Wuying and a group of young people held their heads high and focused their gaze on the gate of the ancestral hall.

"My dear brothers and sisters, Hong Tai relied on the prestige of his name and did not know how high the heaven was and how deep the earth was, and harmed the village."

"Tonight, we will fight them."

"The Chen family's filial son and virtuous grandson Chen Shixian will lead Quanxing to take the lead, and our clan members will finish the rest!"

"Tonight, we will destroy Hong Tai and fight for our fellow villagers. Let them know that we are not easy to bully!"

Grandpa stood in front of everyone, looking very majestic.

"Kill Hongtai!"

"Kill Hongtai!"

Grandpa's words fell.

What answered him were a chorus of slogans and countless determined looks.

That night, one car after another sent these aggressive villagers to Quanxing's territory and followed Quanxing's dispatch.

When Hong Tai's men got on the bus in batches and arrived at Mong Kok East to start a war with the Number Gang.

Jiu Wenlong, along with Changfa, Sanying and a large number of Quanxing men, stormed into Hongtai's territory in Mong Kok.

(Picture, Brother Wufei!)
(End of this chapter)