Hong Kong General: Rebirth of Rage, Rising from Prison

Chapter 197 Master Bao: If you live for three days, I will take your surname!

While Chen Shixian was educating Huangmao, Wang Bao's men were excited and rushed forward frantically.

"What, what?"

"Fuck him, let him go!"

……

Some of the short mules in the front couldn't help but rush forward. Some of the arrogant ones rushed forward quickly and were about to kick Baozhu.

The explosive bead kicked the opponent with a big kick, causing him to stagger and fall flat on his face.

The rest of the dwarf mules were annoyed and unwilling to give in, so they rushed forward and were ready to start a fight. The employees of the Umbrella Security Company formed a human wall to stop the dwarf mules, leaving enough space for the big boss Chen Shixian to do his job.

They are tall and strong, professionally trained and specially selected security personnel, with excellent skills. When they stand together to block the attack, they are like an iron wall.

The short men in the front row tried their best to fight back, but the security guards grabbed their wrists and collars and kept them out.

After a while, seven or eight dwarf mules with bruised faces and bleeding mouths were lying on the ground.

For a moment, the dwarf mule behind shouted wildly but couldn't rush in.

In the hollow area formed by the formation, the yellow-haired man had fainted.

Seeing that it was almost time, Chen Shixian turned him over, reached into the yellow-haired man's pocket, fumbled around, and took out a pack of Liangyou cigarettes.

"Pull the street, stop it!"

"Fuck, stop making trouble!"

……

When the dwarf mule saw this scene, he realized something, his eyes widened, his expression changed instantly, and he all started screaming like crazy.

These little brothers were like cats whose tails were stepped on. They stared at Chen Shixian hungrily. They formed a crowd and kept advancing forward, surrounding the security guards and making them unable to move.

"Brother Zhong, Wang Bao's people are getting more and more crazy and mad. If they take action, Chen Shixian might be killed!"

"Are we really not going to intervene and just watch?"

Ma Jun looked nervous and was sweating.

Chen Guozhong looked relaxed, watching the show with great interest, and said calmly, "What's the hurry?"

"Big Brother Xian wants to play, let's see if he can really afford it. If a fight really breaks out, at worst I can help him call a white car and ask the military uniforms to clean the floor."

"It's just a small scene, don't take it to heart!"

Chen Guozhong was eager to have a fight, and it would be best if he could kill a few people and put an end to it all.

But at this moment, Chen Shixian slowly turned around, with a wicked smile on his face, raised the cigarette box high, and poured out the cigarettes.

Cigarettes mixed with white noodles disguised as cigarettes fell out and landed on the ground.

Chen Shixian grinned, threw the cigarette box aside, patted the dust off his hands, looked in the direction of Chen Guozhong and Ma Jun with a provocative and complacent look on his face, and shouted: "Sir, I want to call the police!"

"Brother Zhong, Big Brother Xian wants to call the police."

This time, Ma Jun understood what Chen Shixian meant without having to read lips.

"Oh, damn, he wants to call the police, and I want to call the police too."

Chen Guozhong sneered, glanced up inadvertently, and his face changed instantly.

He quickly took out his ID, held it high in front of him, rushed out, and urged: "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!"

"Call the stormtroopers on duty to come and assist immediately!"

Ma Jun hadn't reacted yet and was staring in amazement.

Didn’t you say not to worry about it?
Rushing faster than anyone else.

"Police, get out of the way!"

Chen Guozhong showed his ID to intimidate everyone, and suddenly turned back to look at Ma Jun: "What are you standing there for? Someone is carrying contraband. Take action immediately!"

"it is good."

Ma Jun reacted and immediately called the front desk. Then he quickly drew the gun from his waist, revealed his identity, rushed into the crowd, and shouted: "Police, move back! I told you to move back!"

Originally, if the short mule guy would yell, curse, or quarrel on the street, or even fight, the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau would wait until it was over, arrest the person and detain him, and then ask the society to bail him out.

Even if two people are killed, it’s okay. There will always be someone from the society to take responsibility.

The society has done its work, and O-Triad has political achievements to report to. This is the default rule of survival in Hong Kong Island, and they are just following the routine procedures.

Every time there is a fight between gangs, a few big names will die, but it has no impact on the police.

But it’s a different story when it comes to contraband like white flour and someone calls the police.

Possessing contraband privately elevates the behavior of horse-showing and fighting to a clear criminal act.

The police cannot just ignore it.

Over the past three years, Chen Guozhong has been laying mines around Wang Bao and letting Chen Wei go undercover to destroy several flour kitchens and factories. Unfortunately, they only caused superficial damage and no serious injuries.

Instead, it made Wang Bao's underground business even more covert.

The undercover agent has lost contact recently and there has been no progress in the case.

He will not give up his investigation on Wang Bao until the last second of his retirement.

Now, seizing the contraband on the spot is equivalent to Chen Shixian handing the police a knife.

A sharp blade stabbed towards Wang Bao.

It is easy to imagine which one is more serious, showing off horses on the street or hiding contraband, and which one gives more reason to inspect Wang Bao's place.

Chaos means opportunity.

Chen Guozhong and Ma Jun rushed into the crowd swiftly, one was responsible for handcuffing Huangmao and the other for securing the evidence.

"Clap!"

Chen Shixian threw the cigarette butt on the ground, which caused a spark. He stomped it out with his foot, walked forward, and said to Chen Guozhong in a careless manner:
"Sir, don't worry, I understand. You help me, I help you, and we can help each other!"

Chen Guozhong's face suddenly froze.

Damn it, cause trouble!
It was clearly an attempt to drag him into the water, making it seem as if they had sent people to secretly cooperate with Chen Shixian to create a righteous conspiracy.

Damn it, I’ve seen people doing tricks behind people’s backs, but I’ve never seen anyone do this to their face.

If we say that the two officers were just passing by and it wasn't a premeditated plan, would anyone believe it?
Chen Guozhong's face turned red, and he had no way to defend himself.

Wang Bao's men on the opposite side were furious when they heard Zhu Qing's words and shouted, "Damn it! You broke the rules and wore red shoes!"

"Doulei, mother, do you understand what police-civilian cooperation is?"

Chen Shixian cursed back bluntly and openly, leaving the other party speechless.

Even though Chen Shixian was listed in O-Keep, it was an open secret that he was the behind-the-scenes helmsman of Quan Hing and the overlord of Mong Kok.

But so far, the police have no direct evidence to prove that he was involved in triad activities and was the leader of a gang.

Strictly speaking, in terms of identity, he is just a businessman.

About the same as ordinary citizens.

What's more, the security personnel who protect him are all employees of regular companies, who pay taxes on their salaries and have pensions, which makes them different from the dwarf mules.

If you are not a member of Hongmen, how can you be bound by Hongmen rules?

The word "righteousness" sounded the alarm, and that was called red shoes.

Chen Shixian called the police, which was truly a case of police-civilian cooperation.

Moreover, there is a qualitative difference between doing this kind of thing openly and secretly; this is an open conspiracy.

"grass!"

Seeing that Zhu Qing was defeated, he turned his spearhead towards Chen Guozhong and Ma Jun, two weak policemen.

He has a clear mind, and the most important thing now is to destroy the physical evidence.

"Brothers, these policemen think they are gods just because they have an ID card. They can slander anyone they want!"

"Slandering good citizens!"

"We are not convinced!"

Seeing that Zhu Qing was also a talented person, he imitated Chen Shixian's way of speaking and directly turned black into white.

Several leaders immediately understood what he meant.

Then they started to make a noise: “We don’t accept it!”

"Dissatisfied!"

The dwarf mules, who were already boiling with anger, became completely crazy now. They charged forward with their necks stiffened in anger.

Relying on their numbers, they pushed and shoved Chen Guozhong and Ma Jun, trying to snatch the physical evidence away, and shouting obscene words.

"Why? It's great to send someone!"

"The police can be a protective umbrella!"

"We should also call the police and report them for framing us!"

……

For a moment, all the pressure was on the police.

Chen Shixian would just watch from the sidelines, enjoying the show with great interest.

Wang Bao said that after 12 o'clock, he would have the final say in Temple Street, and he was not kidding.

What kind of boss you have, what kind of subordinates you will have.

Wang Bao himself was extremely arrogant and did not take the police seriously. His subordinates were also unruly and had no fear at all.

What's more, although Wang Bao is cruel and brutal, he is very kind to his subordinates, pays them well, and has a wild and arrogant personality.

His subordinates all regard him as an idol.

Even if it was to take the blame, these thugs would rush to do it, and there was no need to draw life or death lots.

This is the charm of personality and the charm of money.

Emboldened by numbers, the crowd surrounded Chen Guozhong and Ma Jun and even started to snatch evidence.

Chen Guozhong was pushed back repeatedly, like a thin leaf swaying in the huge waves.

Ma Jun had never seen such a scene before when he was involved in serious cases. He was shocked and quickly pressed the communicator, urging the nearby guys for support in a hurried voice.

Then, he put one hand on the handle of the gun, pointed the black muzzle at the crowd, and shouted with an angry and red face: "What are you doing? We are the police, don't mess around!"

“Think about the consequences!”

Unexpectedly, when a gun is drawn against a gangster in a serious case, people will be shocked and afraid, because they know that the police will definitely shoot. But the short mule was not shocked at all, and looked fearless.

The police have to write a report if they shoot.

The major crime squad drew their guns on the suspect, so the report was easy to write.

Shooting these unreasonable dwarf mules would cause a lot of trouble.

In Hong Kong Island, community groups have become a part of the entire society. According to incomplete statistics, more than one-tenth of Hong Kong Island’s population of several million are members of community groups.

Together with their relatives and friends, all aspects are related to the community.

It can be said that more than half of the population of Hong Kong Island are related to community groups.

The total number of police officers is no more than 50,000. Compared with the social organizations, their influence is not as great as that of these large and small social organizations.

For example, police officers from the Organized Crime and Triad Society are basically equipped with firearms with relatively low lethality, such as the .38 rifle.

This is partly because dealing with community groups is more about social skills than fighting violence with violence.

The top leaders of Organized Crime and Triads and the bosses of various social organizations, which one of them does not chat and laugh when they sit down?
Therefore, O's firearms are more often used to intimidate these dwarf mules rather than to physically eliminate them.

This is fundamentally different from the bloody and violent attacks involved in serious crimes.

Because serious cases are more likely to involve violent gangsters and vicious criminals.

What O Ji is facing are the dwarf mules that cannot be eliminated or killed.

Therefore, the deterrent effect of this gun varies in different scenarios.

Obviously it is not strong enough now.

Ma Jun's pulling out his gun had no effect, and instead made these dwarf mules become even more aggressive.

"It's great to have a gun. If you have the guts, shoot. Let's see whether you have more bullets or we have more people!"

See Zhuqing shouting loudly.

The dwarf mules at the back seemed unafraid of death. With their eyes wide open like bells, they rushed up with the howls of ghosts and wolves, punching and kicking them.

Both Chen Guozhong and Ma Jun were good at fighting. They knocked down several dwarf mules in an instant and confronted the crowd with their fists clenched.

"Damn it! Everyone says Wang Bao is arrogant, but I didn't expect his men to be even more arrogant. They even dare to confront the police and are not afraid of guns. They are really stubborn!"

Baozhu stood aside, looking at these crazy gangsters and said with a grin.

"Damn it, you're just talking nonsense. Have you ever been so stubborn and argued with the police? When you're angry, you're even more arrogant than these short mules."

Chen Shixian rolled his eyes, picked his ears, and looked speechless.

Baozhu's face felt hot and he smiled awkwardly.

At this time, Wang Bao's men showed their ferocious side, pressing forward step by step, their voices becoming louder and louder, and more and more excessive.

"boom!"

After Ma Jun knocked down two dwarf mules, facing the endless dwarf mules, his expression tensed, and he raised his gun and fired a shot into the sky.

A gunshot rang out, shaking the earth.

After a brief pause, the dwarf mules became even crazier.

"Fuck, damn policeman, really shoot him!"

There was a crowd of people, and the dwarf mules all had red faces and rushed forward while shouting.

The scene was in chaos.

"Dang, Dang, Dang..."

Suddenly, crisp knocking sounds came from the slope above the clearing.

Wang Bao had his hair combed back and was holding a brown wine bottle. He looked domineering and had sharp eyes, like a ferocious lion. He walked down the stairs with a proud expression.

One step, one knock.

One step, one shock!
He exudes a domineering aura.

The scene was in chaos just now, but as soon as Wang Bao appeared, it was like pressing the pause button.

The dwarf mules all looked sideways, restrained themselves, and consciously made way for him.

"Master Bao!"

"Master Bao!"

When Wang Bao passed by, the dwarf mules greeted him respectfully one by one.

There was no other sound at the scene except Wang Bao's heavy and substantial footsteps.

"you again?!"

Wang Bao walked to the front arrogantly, holding a bottle of wine in his hand. His eyes passed from Chen Guozhong's face to Ma Jun's face, and he paused slightly.

His deep, oppressive voice stared at the smoking muzzle with disdain and said coldly, "You brought new friends to Temple Street to set off fireworks in the middle of the night to intimidate me?"

"Don't be so arrogant. Starting tomorrow, I'll play with you!"

Ma Jun put away his gun and looked at Wang Bao with a sharp gaze, full of righteousness.

"Okay, I want to see if you can afford to play!"

Wang Bao glanced sideways, ignored Ma Jun, and walked straight towards Chen Shixian.

He looked the handsome young man up and down, and asked with a disdainful expression, "The King of Mong Kok, Chen Shixian?"

"To make a long story short, what do you think of your beating of me for being a Yizi henchman?"

"Counting?"

Chen Shixian took a step forward and came face to face with Wang Bao. His sharp eyes penetrated into the other's eyes unscrupulously and he smiled slightly: "What is it? Twenty-one?"

"Why not wait until I pull down your flag, sweep your field, send you down to sell salted duck eggs, sit in your temple street, and slowly settle the score!"

In Wang Bao's eyes, such arrogant and domineering words were a blatant attempt to commit suicide.

Wang Bao's reputation was not boasted, it was earned with the lives of others.

"The Overlord of Mong Kok? Humph, you want to be a ghost instead of a human. I will kill you today!"

"If you survive three days, I'll take your last name!"

Wang Bao's pupils suddenly shrank, his fierce look was revealed, he tilted his neck back and drank the beer in the bottle.

"Bah!"

With a crisp sound, he threw the bottle in his hand hard to the ground, and the fragments covered with wine foam flew everywhere.

The short mules behind him straightened their backs instantly, took a step closer with determination, and raised the wine bottles in their hands with a "swish" as if they had received an order.

"boom!"

Countless wine bottles shattered at the same time, fragments flew everywhere, making a loud noise and tearing through the night sky with great momentum.

For a moment, it seemed as if the battle horn was blown.

The sound continued to echo in the empty streets.

The neighbors who had stuck their heads out of the surrounding buildings to eat melons had their hearts pounding, their faces turned pale with fear, and they quickly closed the windows and retreated back into the house.

This time, I'm afraid there will be another bloody storm.

In Temple Street, Wang Bao is the authority and he has the final say.

There are actually people who dare to go against him. They really don't know how to live or die.

It seems that this handsome guy won’t be able to leave Temple Street today.

Chen Guozhong was annoyed. This Chen Shixian was really not afraid of big troubles. He was indeed a troublemaker.

It looks like they're going to get into action.

Just as both sides were preparing to fight, sirens suddenly blared and a street patrol van came roaring.

The assault troopers and the guys from the nearby PTU quickly got off the cars, holding shields and steel forks, pushed through the crowd, and stood behind Chen Guozhong and Ma Jun.

"I want to report a crime!"

Seeing that a group of policemen had arrived, Chen Shixian knew that the fight would definitely not happen. He lowered his rolled-up sleeves one by one, straightened his clothes, and spoke to Chen Guozhong in a serious tone.

Wang Bao is arrogant and presumptuous, but he has not yet reached the point of seeking death.

Although he killed police officers, he did it secretly.

Otherwise, the 50,000 police officers in Hong Kong would watch him to death. Openly killing a police officer would arouse public anger, unless you don't want to live.

Similarly, if you get one or two weak policemen, when there is a starting point conflict, someone can just take the blame.

Find another lawyer and nothing will happen.

But now, with so many policemen and so many guns, it is impossible to fight.

"Report to the police?!"

Chen Guozhong is eager to arrest Wang Bao, but that doesn't mean he can tolerate Chen Shixian.

This loser is first-rate at causing trouble.

They just split up with Liansheng, which led to a grand reconciliation banquet with Liansheng, and before the peace had lasted for two days, they've messed with Wang Bao again?

Damn, these two flops are not good things.

At this time, Chen Guozhong was in his heart greeting the two failed mothers, Wang Bao and Chen Shixian.

His expression was serious, and he shouted, "Why report a case? Who are you? Don't you have any idea?"

"Mr. Chen, I'm a serious businessman, I opened my business, but I was bullied by a gang. Why can't I report it to the police?"

Chen Shixian turned his head and looked at Ma Jun: "Sir, you saw it, it wasn't us who caused the trouble, it was others who caused the trouble. You can testify."

Then, he pointed at the yellow-haired man lying on the ground like a dead dog and continued:
"This malnourished, yellow-haired gangster participated in illegal social group activities, secretly stored contraband, and violently drove away businesses."

"Look, this vicious boss with a murderous look in his eyes threatened me, a good citizen and Hong Kong-loving entrepreneur, in public, saying he wanted to kill me. He intended to murder me."

"My personal safety is threatened now. I ask the police to crack down on the criminals and protect my safety. Is that okay?"

Chen Guozhong was completely speechless after listening to Chen Shixian's eloquent accusations.

However, what Chen Shixian said was true.

If you really report it to the police, they really have to handle it. This is not a joke.

Ma Jun was very angry. Damn, this is how the laws of Hong Kong are used. Is it to protect people like this?

How shameless!
(End of this chapter)