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

P.S.: My whole body aches, and I feel like I'm coughing up my lungs...

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In the duel between Wang Yaotang and Sato Yosuke, the first to make a fortune were not the gamblers, but those who sold brochures containing information about both sides...

I don't know which small newspaper was so clever, but the next morning they published two small picture books, which reportedly sold hundreds of thousands of copies and made a fortune.

Wang Yaotang also took a look, and to be honest, it was quite comprehensive.

At 3 p.m., the street near MacPherson Stadium was blocked off again, this time directly by the police.

On the one hand, it was to divert media attention from the 'cash truck' robbery, and on the other hand, they were genuinely afraid of something going wrong.

Luxury cars drove up to the street corner, all rolled down their windows for inspection. At the entrance to the stadium, there was another checkpoint, strictly prohibiting any media personnel from entering, strictly prohibiting any filming equipment from entering, and strictly prohibiting any weapons from being brought in.

Paparazzi: If they don't dare to attack the Shengyi defense line, then they don't even dare to attack the police!
Several uniformed police officers held hands to stop the paparazzi's charge. As the two sides were struggling, one of the paparazzi suddenly bent down, squatted down, and darted between someone's legs like a 'chalk'. He then scrambled to his feet and rushed into the cordon, his legs moving constantly while his hands held onto his camera, snapping away incessantly.

Once someone sets an example, others immediately follow suit. The police realized what was happening and stopped spreading their legs, but the gap between the two men actually widened. In the ensuing chaos, two reporters managed to squeeze in.

Suddenly, a policeman exclaimed and shuddered as another dog squeezed in.

Fortunately, the police had enough manpower. Like catching a pig, seven or eight uniformed police officers surrounded the area from all sides, and the scene was very chaotic.

"What's wrong?" a police officer asked.

"Damn it, someone just shocked me!" the policeman cursed, his face dark.

"A stun gun?"

"No, that thing on the lighter shocked my crotch."

"puff--"

That thing on the lighter, it doesn't count as assaulting a police officer, but it's fucking despicable.

The police had no choice but to add another line of defense to keep the paparazzi out, but some resourceful reporters managed to get their hands on a 'vehicle-mounted lifting platform' and stand on it to take pictures into the stadium.

Even worse, some people simply set up shooting points on two surrounding buildings, with long lenses and cannons, making it look like sniper rifles, which made Bisina feel like she was facing a major enemy.

There was no other way, so they temporarily had someone bring out a 'frame' and 'tarpaulin' from the stadium's warehouse to set up an area to block the view.

The outer perimeter of the defense line was guarded by uniformed police, while the PTU (Police Tactical Unit) was stationed inside. Two "Flying Tigers" squads were even brought in from the parking lot, five men per group, a total of 20 men, each carrying an MP5 and with a cold and solemn expression.

"Whom do you support?" a Flying Tigers member asked in a low voice, his eyes fixed on the street.

"Of course it's Wang Yaotang, it can't be the Japanese devils."

"Me too, how much did you buy?"

"Wang Yaotang 5000".

"And you, Wang Yaotang, 100."

"Huh? How much?"

"Don't look at me like that. Of course I support Wang Yaotang. We're both from Hong Kong. But supporting him and making money aren't mutually exclusive. 100 dollars is my heart for Wang Yaotang, and 10000 dollars is for winning."

"You bastard..."

"Wang Yaotang is a very good fighter. Didn't he kill the boxing champion Peng in the ring earlier?"

"You said it yourself, it was the year before last. He must have been really good at fighting back then, otherwise how could he have risen to the top? But why did he rise to the top? Just to practice boxing every day? Are you kidding me? Wouldn't it be better to pick up girls and have a drink? Now, if I offered you an office job with the same salary, would you take it?"

"Uh... I'll definitely go then." The Flying Tigers member who bet 5000 on Wang Yaotang said somewhat wistfully, "Then my money's gone down the drain?"

"Don't listen to him," another person spoke up. "He'll never have a chance to rise to power in his life. How would he know what he'd do if he did? Wang Yaotang has such a status and position. If he dared to agree, he must have been confident. He wouldn't go into the ring just to lose to the Japanese, would he?"

"So how much did you buy?"

"Wang Yaotang 3000".

"You think so highly of him? Pshaw, I thought you'd actually buy a lot?"

"A little gambling is harmless fun."

"Hey, look, aren't they from Yamaguchi?"

"It's Hiroshi Yamamoto."

The photos of the important guests had already been distributed, and they had all looked at them repeatedly.

"Look, the one behind him is Masao Hori of the Sumiyoshi-kai."

"What do you think? If we fired a shot into the stadium right now, wouldn't all the Asian triads be wiped out in an instant?"

"I don't know if the gangs have been wiped out, but I do know we're definitely finished."

"Cabel is here."

"Next to him is Andy, wow, and PTU Chief Superintendent Darroh."

This reminds me of a saying.

"No, you didn't expect that!"

"You're such a loudmouth."

After the police chiefs came business people, some of whom had good relationships with Wang Yaotang, such as Zhang Yaorong of Ocean Paradise, Zheng Donghan of PolyGram, and Chu Yutao of the Hong Kong Wine Association, among others.

Some people came just to watch the fun, like Mr. Shao, who was over 70 years old.

He Duwang arrived relatively early, since the Lisboa Casino had just opened, so they were responsible for setting up the entire venue, including arranging the referees. This time, the ring wasn't a traditional square, but an octagonal cage as requested by Wang Yaotang.

The octagon was right in the center, with the VIP seats just 2 meters away. Guests from Taiwan, including Chen Chi-li, and from Japan, including Yamamoto Hiroshi, as well as from Malaysia and Indonesia, were all there, naturally including the leaders of the three major local powers.

Besides the VIP seats, all 1500 seats on all four sides were also full; only those with connections could get in.

No commoners were among those who came and went.

Backstage, Wang Yaotang sat shirtless in a chair, with two physiotherapists giving him muscle relaxation. Several of his brothers, including Aji and Ajie, were there, and even Teng Lijun and Ye Qianwen, who were heavily pregnant, were present.

Actresses like Cherie Chung and Yammie Lam, who aren't pregnant, aren't qualified to come in.

"Why are you looking at me with such worried eyes? I already said there's no problem." Wang Yaotang looked at the two women with amusement.

“The odds offered by Macau are all unfavorable to you…” Teresa Teng frowned her beautiful brows.

"They are the authorities when it comes to organizing events and setting odds, but what do they know about boxing? I can take down those guys one punch like they're chicks."

After relaxing, they started applying Vaseline. Wang Yaotang dodged it for a moment. Massaging and relaxing was fine, but when it came to applying oil, of course, he would choose smooth and soft hands.

Seeing that Wang Yaotang was still in the mood to joke around at a time like this, everyone felt relaxed as well.

He wasn't worried at all; his body was practically at the human limit, so how could he possibly lose?

"Mr. Wang, it's almost time to go on stage." A staff member from the Lisboa Casino came in.

“Okay.” Wang Yaotang stood up, and Ye Qianwen brought over a gold and red dragon-patterned cloak.

After exchanging fistfights with his brothers, Wang Yaotang was the first to walk out.

As we approached the entrance to the passageway, we heard the host shout loudly: "The champion of the 1981 All Japan Free Fighting Championship, known as the Heavy Cannon, is Sato Yosuke."

A round of polite applause broke out in the room.

"Yosuke Sato, 25 years old, has been practicing karate for 15 years, with 58 wins out of 65 official matches, a winning percentage of 89%..."

The host, like a little motor, introduced Sato Yosuke's various achievements. Shigemasa Mota, Kenichi Yamamoto, Hiroshi Yamamoto, Seijo Inagawa, and a group of Japanese people all had smiles on their faces, looking quite pleased with themselves.

I'm a professional boxer who's trained since I was a kid. How could I be no match for a street thug who's never been trained?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
If we lose, Yosuke Sato should commit seppuku!

"Next up is Mr. Wang Yaotang, the street-smart boss of Sheng Yi, a business prodigy, a double-flowered red stick in the underworld known as the Little God of Wealth!"

Wang Yaotang's face stiffened. "You motherfucker, host, I'll remember you!"

Host: What can I do? I can't exactly say in my introduction how many people I've killed, especially since I don't know either...

Ah-Ji and Ah-Jie turned their heads away. Their original plan was to follow Wang Yaotang out to receive the cheers of the crowd...

Let's forget about it for now.

The passageway door opened, and Wang Yaotang walked out with his hands raised, his face cold. A cheer rang in his ears, and he was certain that someone inside was laughing!
"Mr. Wang Yaotang has been training in boxing for two and a half years, and his win rate in matches so far is 100%." ​​The host looked at the script with a pained expression. As a professional match host, he simply couldn't understand why an ordinary person would challenge a formal boxing champion.

Do these thugs really think they're so great just because they beat up guys on the street and get a few compliments?

"That sounds really impressive. Can Wang beat him?" Andy frowned and shook his head.

“How could he agree to something like that?” Darrow asked in a low voice.

“The Japanese are determined to take on this challenge.” Cabel wasn’t too optimistic about Wang Yaotang either, because the other party was too professional. “This is Hong Kong; the Japanese won’t dare to kill anyone here.”

That's all he can tell himself now.

Wang Yaotang's safety is no longer just his own concern; if something happens to him, many people will be implicated.

As he passed by, he nodded to Boss Xiang, Grandpa Lin, and others, tossed his cloak aside, and stepped into the octagon. Putting aside everything else, his muscles were quite intimidating.

The rules for this competition were very lenient; it was true free fighting, so there were no gloves, and both sides simply had bandages wrapped around their hands.

The host comes forward for an interview, which is a segment where people make bold statements to create a lively atmosphere.

"As the host, we all know you're not a professional player, so why did you initiate this challenge?" the host asked before handing over the microphone.

Wang Yaotang glanced at the host, took the microphone, and looked down at the audience, saying, "He Du Wang, your people are unprofessional."

Down in the audience, Mr. He blushed, stood up, waved to the host, and told him to get lost.

Holding the microphone, Wang Yaotang looked around and said, "This is just a small arena. I am grateful to everyone for coming from so far away. Please forgive any shortcomings in our hospitality due to preparations for the arena."

"Brother Yao, you're too kind."

"This is no small arena. Even if we only talk about the boxers' net worth, Yao-ge, you are number one in the world."

"Yes, there will never be another chance in this lifetime."

It's inappropriate to mention the 'Sino-Japanese conflict' in public, so I can only talk about my net worth.

After greeting the spectators below, Wang Yaotang said again, "Since all my fellow disciples from the Asian region are here today, I would like to announce that I will no longer accept any similar challenges in the future."

After saying that, he turned to look at Yosuke Sato and said calmly, "You don't have much time left, so say a few more words."

"I won't hold back. I've never killed a billionaire before!" Yosuke Sato said menacingly, baring his teeth.

"Ah!"

The referee didn't dare say anything, only asking, "Is that alright?"

Wang Yaotang flicked his wrist and tossed the microphone away.

"Okay, get ready..." (End of Chapter)