Hong Kong General: Rebirth of Rage, Rising from Prison

Chapter 18 Big Head: I refuse to skin Brother Xian!

Sha Biao picked up the label and opened it carefully.

A circled word "death" suddenly appeared in his pupils.

His expression first tensed, then darkened, and finally he pretended to be calm, forced out a bright smile, and showed the death sign:
"Blind Snake, you've lost the chance to contribute to everyone."

"Isn't it? Koushui Nandu said that I'm going to be lucky. The word I drew is death."

"Silly Biao, you are so disloyal. You should take my photo. Why are you trying to grab that one?"

The blind snake pretended to blame, but he was actually secretly happy in his heart.

That’s how it is when you’re out there in the underworld, face is more important than anything else.

No matter how reluctant they were in their hearts, they would not lose face in front of everyone. They pretended to be nice but flaunted their loyalty and acted brave.

In fact, the death lot in Sha Biao’s palm was almost crushed, but it was he who suggested drawing the life and death lot, and there was no way he could refuse.

He turned around and said to his men, "Tell all the brothers to go to the water room and draw lots. Whoever draws the death lot, bring it here."

ten minutes later.

"Brother Biao, Datou has drawn the death lottery."

The silly flatterer came over to reply. Next to him stood a younger brother, who had a square head and a plain face, but a strong body and well-developed muscles. He looked like a fighter.

"Okay, Big Head, you prepare to drive Chen Shixian away within three days."

Sha Biao glanced at Datou and waved his hand to give orders.

Big Head stood there without moving his feet.

"What, do you have any objections?"

Silly Biao raised his eyebrows and his nostrils became even bigger, looking a little scary.

"Brother Biao, I will be released from prison in three months..."

Before Datou could finish his words, Shabiao kicked him and cursed, "Fuck your mother, why are you talking so much?"

"Is it amazing to be out of prison in three months?"

"If you draw the death lottery, you have to do it within three days."

"There are no cowards in Hongxing!"

Big Head hung his head in frustration and said nothing.

"Big Head, you used to be with Big Brother B and won the gold belt in boxing. Why are you afraid of Chen Shixian, a toothless tiger?"

"Don't worry, this mission is done for the entire club. We are all here to support you."

Sha Biao gave him a look and Ma Pingmianguang immediately handed over an object wrapped in newspaper.

He took the object and handed it to Big Head.

When Datou opened it, he found a two-finger-wide boning knife inside, which was obviously a prohibited item stolen from the kitchen.

"Brother Biao, this is contraband. If I get caught, I'll never be able to get out again."

Big Head looked at the sharp blade that was shining with cold light, and was shocked, and said with great embarrassment.

Many people in Stanley use knives, but they are all homemade. Basically, a toothbrush handle, spoon, branch, glass, etc. can be turned into a weapon after being polished.

But once you use proper knives, such as the small knife in the kitchen, the scissors in the laundry room, the screwdriver in the tool room, etc.

The prison guards will definitely keep an eye on him.

Firstly, the lethality of these knives is much greater, and secondly, this is considered improper supervision and dereliction of duty by the prison guards.

Similarly, the court will be more severe when sentencing.

"Big Head, you have drawn the death lottery. If you don't do it, believe it or not, you won't even be able to leave the warehouse tomorrow. Don't break the rules."

Silly Biao stared with his eyes wide open, looking intimidating.

Then he used both kindness and force to comfort her: "Just do it, the society will help you finish it, you don't have to worry about anything else."

"If anything happens to you, I'll give you 100,000 yuan for resettlement."

"If it works, I'll give you 50,000 yuan for your travel expenses and get you out of prison in style. I'll find someone to take care of the rest."

"Ah."

Big Head looked helpless and said nothing more. He obediently picked up the weapon wrapped in newspaper and left.

His father had told him before he entered the cemetery that once you enter the world of martial arts, it is like entering a deep ocean and you have no control over anything.

He truly felt it.

Seven or eight years ago, he followed Big Boss B from Tsz Wan Shan and helped him to get to Causeway Bay, supporting Big Boss B to become the boss of Hongxing Causeway Bay. But he believed Big Boss B's lies and took the blame for him. He agreed to ask a lawyer to help him get a light sentence of at most three years, and when he was released, he was promoted to be a Hongxing Red Stick, but he was sentenced to eight years.

For eight years, Big Boss B has not cared about anything and has never visited once. The promised red stick is also nowhere in sight.

I heard from brothers outside that Chen Haonan, who was also from the same group as me, has become a popular figure in front of Big Brother B.

After eight years in the kiln, Datou had long seen through the hypocrisy of the society.

So he kept a low profile and tried not to show up in Stanley, thinking that after he was released from prison, he would open a newsstand and live a down-to-earth life.

Unexpectedly, when he was about to be released from prison, he drew a death lot and had to assassinate Chen Shixian.

The rules of the underworld are that if you don’t follow them, you will die.

If you do it, there may be a way to survive.

Big Head shook his head, smiled bitterly, wrapped the weapon and hid it behind his waist, his eyes full of unwillingness and helplessness, and blended into the crowd.

"The walk is over, return to the warehouse!"

The prison guard blew his whistle loudly, and the music for returning to the cell blared from the loud speaker in the playground.

The prisoners lined up obediently and entered their respective warehouses one after another.

Cell No. 2.

"Brother Xian."

"Brother Xian."

As soon as Chen Shixian returned to the cell, everyone in the cell had a completely different attitude towards him.

Now, not only has he overturned the stall of Dongxing Dasha, he also returned safely from the inhumane office, and he also has Daquanlong as his backer. Things are completely different now.

"Brother Xian."

Lu Jiayao followed suit, raised his hand and greeted with a smile.

"Boy, you are very eye-catching."

Chen Shixian walked forward and gently patted Lu Jiayao on the shoulder, scaring him so much that his face turned blue and he shrank into a ball.

Seeing this horrified look, Chen Shixian smiled and said, "Don't be scared, I don't eat people."

Lu Jiayao nodded timidly, not daring to look at him directly.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't surprised.

He knocked Dasha out with one punch and stabbed someone 108 times without any problem.

How could I not be shocked by such a ruthless person?

"I heard you studied design?"

Seeing that he was still nervous, Chen Shixian changed the subject.

"Yes, I graduated from the School of Design at Hong Kong Island University and worked in a foreign trade company."

Lu Jiayao answered in detail.

"You are a talented person. If you can't find a job after you get out of prison, you can come to me."

Chen Shixian smiled and patted Lu Jiayao on the shoulder, leaving a sentence that made Lu Jiayao look confused.

What does it mean?

I'm still in the kiln, is there any point in going out to look for him?
As soon as Chen Shixian left.

Zhong Tianzheng frowned and scolded with a look of disappointment:
"Ayao, be more alert. If someone calls you Brother Xian, do you use your brains to do that?"

"Brother Zheng, can't I call you?"

Lu Jiayao scratched his head and asked in confusion.

"Damn, new pigs are trouble."

Zhong Tianzheng complained and started to teach again: "Let me tell you another survival rule in Stanley."

“In Stanley, don’t just stand in line.”

"You never know what will happen tomorrow. Even though Chen Shixian is enjoying great success today, you never know for sure if he will end up selling salted duck eggs tomorrow."

"No way……"

Lu Jiayao murmured as he looked at Chen Shixian's high-spirited back.

(End of this chapter)