Hong Kong General: Rebirth of Rage, Rising from Prison

Chapter 23: Raw pork!

After a while, Killer Xiong noticed something was wrong here and rushed over quickly with two prison guards.

"Fuck your mother, what the hell did you do?!"

Killer Xiong's hat was tilted with anger.

Looking at the bald man lying on the ground with blood all over the floor, his forehead bruised and a screwdriver stuck in his chest, he angrily questioned the gang members loudly.

He never dreamed that while he was eavesdropping at the corner of the three-legged wall, something could happen right under his nose.

"I don't know, sir. We were just about to report to you that the bald brave man stabbed himself like a ghost!"

"Yeah, we all saw it!"

"It might be a mental illness attack. It has nothing to do with us!"

……

The henchmen talked at once, all trying their best to clear themselves.

Killer Xiong knew that without evidence, he couldn't get anything out of him.

Moreover, it seems that the scene has been cleaned up, so it is difficult to find out what happened.

If it is reported, the matter will definitely become a big deal.

A drop of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Such a big thing happened while he was on duty. If he is held accountable, he should prepare to go home and inherit his father's convenience store.

The killer Xiong, who is usually very frivolous, is serious at this moment and his mind is working very fast.

This incident was obviously caused by internal strife within Quanxing Society.

It’s definitely right to find Uncle Dong, the boss of Quanxing.

"Uncle Dong! What are you doing at Quanxing Society? Do you think we have nothing to do during our shifts? Do you have to come up with something for us to do?"

Killer Xiong stomped his feet loudly as he walked quickly to Uncle Dong and questioned him.

"Guang Tou Yong went crazy and committed suicide. It had nothing to do with Quanxing Society."

Uncle Dong looked at Killer Xiong and said seriously.

"Okay, old man, you're playing tricks, huh?"

The killer was furious, it was obvious that the other party was lying with open eyes.

"I tell you something, someone has to take responsibility for this matter. If no one takes responsibility, I'll blame you!"

"From now on, if there is any disturbance in Quanxing Society, it will all be yours. I want to see if you can afford it."

Uncle Dong calmly watched the killer Xiong go crazy. Having been a gangster all his life, this was just a small scene for him.

He said calmly: "Sir, I will talk to you about the matter."

"We must ask them to actively cooperate with the investigation."

"However, Guang Tou Yong is one of ours after all. He died so tragically. Please burn some more gold and silver ingots for him."

Killer Xiong keenly grasped Uncle Dong's meaning, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked greedily: "How much to burn?"

"One hundred thousand gold ingots." Uncle Dong replied.

Killer Xiong said with embarrassment: "We are prison guards, not ghost messengers. We don't help burn paper. This matter is very difficult to handle."

"One hundred and fifty thousand." Uncle Dong continued.

"Forget it, forget it. The dead are the greatest. I am only helping out for the dead's sake. Sorry for the trouble."

The killer Xiong suppressed his upturned mouth corners and pretended to lecture his men:
"You better behave yourself, cooperate with the work, and don't cause any more trouble."

After some back and forth, the two men agreed on the bribe by burning paper.

One hundred and fifty thousand to buy Bald Yong’s life.

The killer Xiong was extremely greedy and lustful, and he was also a big gambler. He couldn't keep even two dollars in his pocket.

It wouldn't be too easy for Uncle Dong to bribe him.

Killer Xiong showed a happy expression, waved his hand, and gave orders to his prison guards:

"Did you hear that? This punk committed suicide because he was so depressed. Clean him up and send him to the cremation room for cremation. Take these henchmen with you to give their testimony. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir!"

The prison guards also understood what was going on and quickly began to move the body.

In Stanley, gang fighting is common. If someone comes out to take the blame, they will just go along with it.

If no one takes responsibility, then we can only turn a blind eye.

Anyway, these dwarf mules are not good guys. They will die just like dead dogs.

In short, don't cause trouble for yourself.

There is no need to get to the bottom of this.

Just write the report nicely.

The most important thing is, there is money to be shared. Who would go against money?

While Killer Xiong was dealing with Bald Yong's affairs, Chen Shixian calmly returned to the staff dormitory and gathered Qiu Gangao and others together.

"Brother Xian, are you in trouble?"

Qiu Gangao was very smart. Seeing the situation, he immediately guessed it.

"I heard that the 12-digit leader drew a life-or-death lottery and sent the Hongxing thugs to take my skin. Do you think it's troublesome?"

Chen Shixian said in a calm tone.

"Fuck his mother, he dared to attack Brother Xian, no matter if he has a gold belt or a red belt, I will strike first and chop him into barbecued pork!"

Baozhu looked at Chen Shixian and said with a firm face.

"Your head looks like barbecued pork!"

Chen Shixian was speechless and glared at Baozhu.

He said slowly, word by word: "Remember, killing people directly is always the worst method."

Baozhu was confused when he heard this. He scratched his head and said, "Brother Xian, with my level of education, don't try to be so profound."

"Just tell us what to do."

Chen Shixian sighed. Yes, it was too profound and it would embarrass Baozhu and the others.

Except for Qiu Gangao who is at the National VI level, Ahua is more mature and stable after getting married.

Baozhu and Aquan are both rough people.

From the 1960s to the present, due to the generally low education level, the educational requirements for police officers are relatively low.

Generally, those with a junior high school education can apply for training at the Wong Chuk Hang Police Academy and start work after graduation.

Most of them actually only have junior high school education, and their knowledge is still unfounded.

People like Qiu Gangao who graduated from the sixth grade of National 6 are already outstanding.

In this era, college students are a scarce resource. If you apply to the police force with a college diploma, you will graduate as a trainee inspector.

Directly ahead of the police force of 30,000 people.

Unlike in later times, an electric pole fell and hit at least nine college students.

Chen Shixian didn't beat around the bush and directly ordered: "There are two things I want you to do."

"Brother Xian, just say it." Qiu Gangao said with a serious expression.

"First thing, when the three legs finish their work, Baozhu, you go to him and buy the inhumane underwear."

Chen Shixian gave the instructions slowly.

"Damn, Brother Xian, you have such a strong taste..."

Baozhu widened his eyes and screamed in fear.

But before he could finish his words, Chen Shixian interrupted him seriously: "Do you want to stand outside with a loud speaker and speak?"

"I have a great use for pants."

"What do you think would happen if, at the right time, someone inhumanely 'accidentally' discovered that their underwear was in the hands of another man?"

Baozhu listened for a long time, but seemed to understand it, not quite. He only heard that he wanted to buy inhumane pants. Balabala pants are very useful.

Chen Shixian looked at Baozhu who had a puzzled look on his face and sighed. He knew very well that Baozhu was a straightforward person and had little education, so it was a waste of time for him to say so much.

He rubbed his temples, helplessly thinking about how to explain.

"If an inhuman person finds out that his pants are in another man's, he will go berserk and want to kill the other person!"

After Qiu Gangao finished speaking, he raised his icy face and asked, "Brother Xian, are you planning to make some raw pork?"

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