Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

Once the security company's paperwork is done, many things become much easier.

The next day, Wang Yaotang brought two modified Ford armored vehicles to Hong Kong Island and registered them under the company's name, and from then on, he could operate them in both Hong Kong and Macau.

Today, the 'company' re-elected its head, and after some consideration, Wang Yaotang ultimately chose to drive his Ford there for safety reasons.

What if?

Fortunately, the modified car can still seat four people. The two cars are enough for the five brothers. Their security personnel also followed in four Toyota Hiace cars, so there were no safety issues.

"It's so crowded." Wang Yaotang kicked Aji with his leg.

“You can sit sideways,” Aji said.

"Hey, have a bit of a sense of humor, will you?" Wang Yaotang said, somewhat speechless.

Ah Ji just smiled and didn't say anything.

There were only the two of them in the back of the vehicle, bored to death. Wang Yaotang picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Axiang, I remember Mercedes has a T1 series of commercial vehicles, right? What's the best model right now?"

"409D, 2.9-liter diesel engine, 88 horsepower, what, you want to buy it for modification?" the four-eyed guy asked.

"Yes, it's big enough and comfortable to sit in."

"Big? Then let's just buy a bus and convert it, it'll be even bigger, with a bed and a living room, wouldn't that be better?" A-Jie said with a smile.

"Hmm? Not bad." Wang Yaotang's eyes lit up.

“Buses need to take height into account, as many underground parking lots have height restrictions.”

"Just be careful during the renovation."

"Can Wenchong modify this car? These Fords are too basic."

"Uh...it seems unlikely that it can be changed. It's too capitalist for the North," Wang Yaotang said uncertainly.

"Didn't you order a bulletproof Cadillac? Why isn't it back yet?" the bespectacled guy asked.

“I’ve given up. After the change of president in the US, a lot of departments have changed their heads, and all the new ones want to build bulletproof cars. My order is indefinitely delayed,” Wang Yaotang cursed.

"Heh, hahahaha."

"No way, Cadillac? How can they be so unreliable? Didn't their predecessor have armored cars?"

"Don't Americans also discriminate based on who they're dealing with? Who would ride in their ex's car? Since it's the country's money, of course they'd want a new one."

"What about the old car?" Aji asked.

"No need to ask, it's definitely an internal matter. The money will be split among everyone, so we have to get a new car. We have no choice!"

"We can sell Mercedes-Benz vehicles; there are specialized third-party manufacturers that can perform customized modifications."

"Okay, we'll talk about it later."

As they were talking, the convoy arrived in Tsuen Wan. The security guards got out of the car first to observe the situation, and then Wang Yaotang and the other three jumped out of the car.

Silly Lin lived nearby and arrived early. He was sitting by the window drinking tea when he heard noises downstairs, so he peeked out and saw Wang Yaotang and his group jumping out of a car. "Huh? Wasn't that a Lincoln? What's going on..."

What kind of car is this?

Something looks off.

"Brother Yao, what kind of car is this?" Ah Sheng, who was guarding the mountain gate, asked in surprise.

"An armored car, huh?" Wang Yaotang said casually.

"Huh?" Ah Sheng was stunned. Watching the five people go upstairs, he suddenly felt a little numb in his hands and feet. Had Brother Yao heard something?

Otherwise, why would it be so big?

Today is not only about electing the head of the council, but also about revising the company's long-standing system. Wang Yaotang naturally had to arrive early to oversee the situation and confirm the details with everyone present to prevent any unexpected events from occurring.

He's too busy making money every day to waste too much time on the 'company'.

"Ah Yao, what about your car?" Sha Lin asked, pointing downstairs.

"Uncle Lin, I'd like to try out the armored escort vehicle that the security company has modified," Wang Yaotang explained with a smile.

"You've...turned bandits into a regular army." Foolish Lin felt this was familiar; yes, that's exactly what the Kuomintang did back then...

Master Huang is indeed Huang.

"What do you mean by bandits? They're just a group of ordinary people struggling to survive in Hong Kong," Wang Yaotang chuckled.

They chatted for a while, and soon Fourth Master arrived. They set up a tea table and drank for a while. Wang Yaotang kept checking his watch. Today was the day to choose a new host. He didn't expect to arrive an hour early, but wasn't this person a little slow to arrive?
the other side.

On Tsuen Kam Highway, Ti Gu Dong, dressed in a Tang suit, sat in a Mercedes-Benz with his eyes closed, seemingly dozing off. He appeared calm and collected, but his heart was actually beating faster than usual.

Will anyone object to changing the gang rules?

What if someone objects?
As the boss, it's not really appropriate for me to say anything, but if everyone is relying on that kid Wang Yaotang, won't I become a puppet?

Boxing champion Hai... He was trained to be his successor, but now...

Sigh, we still have to rely on Fourth Brother and the others.

The old buddies agreed readily, but since they're retired, it's hard to say whether they can keep people in line.

At a side intersection, a man saw two Mercedes-Benz cars and immediately pulled out a walkie-talkie, shouting, "They're here! They're here! Two cars!"

Upon receiving the message, the driver of a Toyota parked not far from the intersection shifted gears, stepped on the gas, and accelerated, making a sharp turn and speeding onto Tsuen Kam Highway to give chase.

The Toyota accelerated and caught up with the first Mercedes. The window rolled down, revealing a dark gun barrel. The Toyota aimed at the Mercedes and pulled the trigger, firing "rat-a-tat-tat!"

The henchman in the passenger seat of the Mercedes saw another car driving alongside him, glanced over instinctively, and instantly his eyes widened in terror: "A gun!"

The shout had barely left his mouth when a bullet swept towards him. His body twitched twice, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The driver felt a heat on his face, and then saw that the side windshield was shattered and covered in blood. Before he could even process what was happening, his hand instinctively turned the steering wheel, and the car veered towards the sidewalk.

The car in front sped off, and the driver of the Mercedes behind panicked and instinctively slammed on the brakes. The car suddenly slowed down, and the man who had been pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed slammed his head against the seat in front of him. His blood rushed to his head, his vision went black, and he couldn't even scream. He only felt a tightness in his chest, and he couldn't catch his breath, so his face turned red.

The car slowed down abruptly, and the Toyota braked sharply as well, still pulling back more than ten meters. However, the assassins in the car were prepared; the two gunmen immediately opened the doors and jumped out, AK-47s in hand, firing at the Mercedes behind them as they ran. "Rat-a-tat-tat!"

"Da da da"

"I'll go to the first car, you go to the back."

"it is good!"

The driver of the car behind was alright, but when he saw someone rushing towards him with a gun, he panicked and stepped on the gas, which caused the car to stall.

Tigu Dong's bodyguard was also knocked unconscious, but the young man was physically strong and managed to recover before shouting, "Back up! Back up! Grandpa, are you alright?"

The driver was sweating profusely, frantically shifting gears and pressing the accelerator.

"Start the engine!" the younger brother in the passenger seat yelled, reaching for the car key.

Reminded by this, the driver also remembered and reached for the keys. The two struggled with each other, which angered the henchman in the back so much that he wanted to kill him.

"Hurry up!"

The car finally got started.

The henchman in the passenger seat yelled, "Run him over!"

The younger brother in the back seat shouted, "Back up, back up, run!"

This delay allowed the assassin to close the distance of several meters, AK tucked under his arm, aiming at the Mercedes from three to five meters away and pulling the trigger, "rat-a-tat-tat," "rat-a-tat-tat."

With two people directing the car, the driver panicked even more. He instinctively shifted into first gear and started driving, as was his habit. The car lurched forward, and the windshield cracked instantly with a series of "crackling" sounds. The younger brother in the passenger seat was shot in the chest and spat blood onto the windshield.

Just as Tigu Dong was recovering, he felt something brush past his face. His underling, however, saw it clearly: his ear had been blown off. He screamed and rushed over, "Grandpa!"

The passenger in the front seat spat blood onto the windshield, startling the driver who screamed and hurriedly slammed on the brakes and shifted into reverse. The car then lurched backward onto the sidewalk.

The AK gun muzzle spewed fire, and the storm of bullets swept across, leaving the car body and windshield riddled with bullet holes.

The driver, now less panicked than before, shifted gears again, turned the car around, and drove off.

The assassin took two steps, then pulled the trigger all the way down, firing off the remaining dozen or so bullets in a flurry. By the time he hurriedly reloaded the magazine, the Mercedes had already sped seventeen or eighteen meters away and was about to escape.

"Aaaaaah!!!" The assassin, holding an AK, fired wildly at the rear of the car.

Seeing that he had run out, the younger brother in the back seat breathed a sigh of relief and climbed off Tigu Dong. As he looked up, a bullet hit him right in the temple, blowing half of his skull off. His body crashed heavily onto Tigu Dong.

He floored the accelerator, and the car shot forward over a hundred meters in just a few breaths. Once he could no longer see the assassin in the rearview mirror, the driver finally relaxed, panting heavily. "Ah Bing, Ah Bing, look around, is anyone chasing us?"

After calling out twice with no response, the driver turned around and saw that the back seat was covered in blood, and his mind went blank.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandpa!"

The car drove another hundred meters or so before stopping. The driver turned around, crawled over, and struggled to pull Abing up. After pushing him a few times, he found that Tigu Dong was not moving...

……

The third floor of the Tsuen Wan gate was completely silent.

Wang Yaotang frowned as he looked at his work. It was time, but only Fourth Master and a few of his uncles, including Sha Lin, had arrived. Everyone else was missing.

Others might be stuck in traffic, but does that mean the big boss of the Tsuen Wan gang, King Hoi, is also stuck in traffic?

"Ring ring ring..." The phone rang in the corner. Fourth Master glanced at Wang Yaotang, then got up and went to answer it. "Hello."

"what?"

"I'll fuck your mother, say it again!" Fourth Master exclaimed, his face flushed red.

"What's wrong?" Sha Lin asked, getting up.

"What happened?" Uncle Niu shouted, "Tell me!"

Fourth Master's lips trembled as his gaze swept across everyone's faces, finally settling on Wang Yaotang's. "Just now, Boxing King Hai called. Dong Ge was attacked by gunmen. He ran into him on the way and took him to the hospital together, but by the time they arrived, Dong Ge was already... dead."

"This is impossible!"

"Who did this?!"

Is it the boxing champion Hai?

Several uncles surrounded Fourth Master, but Ah Jie and the others looked at Wang Yaotang, who remained silent.

"Ah Yao, what do you say?" Fourth Master pushed through the crowd and walked over to ask.

Wang Yaotang wiped his face and sighed heavily, "Wouldn't extending the tenure to four years be good for the company's development?"

Fourth Master and the others remained silent.

"The company changes every two years, causing upheaval each time. It's getting worse and worse, and everyone can see it. Don't you understand?"

"The better the Shengyi platform develops, the better the people on it will be, even if they do nothing. Why can't you see that?"

Wang Yaotang stood up. "Sometimes I just don't understand what some people's brains are made of. Why can't they think clearly? Why can they only see the little bit in front of them?"

"Ah Yao, just tell me what to do!" Fourth Master said anxiously.

“Uncle Dong has already been beaten to death, what else is there to say?” Wang Yaotang glanced at the group. “Perhaps it was because I was too restrained in my actions that some people misunderstood.”

"The person is already dead, so there's no need to rush. Just do what needs to be done. Someone will eventually step forward. Let's take care of the funeral arrangements first."

After saying that, Wang Yaotang turned and left, and Fourth Master and the others quickly followed.

Tseung Kwan O branch: Red Stick Big Ox, White Paper Fan Big Smoke Hua, Straw Sandal Dog Boy Hing.

Tsuen Wan branch: Red Stick Fist King Hai, White Paper Fan Dao You Rong, Straw Sandal Mouse Hui.

Sha Tin Triad: Red Stick Skinny Dragon, White Paper Fan Piglet Ming, Straw Sandal Big Mouth Man.

Class B (End of Chapter)