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

After glancing at the helicopter that had exploded into a fireball, Da Cang and Da Bo knew that no one could possibly survive in this situation. They slung their tubes over their shoulders, grabbed the helmets hanging on the motorcycle next to them, put them on, twisted the throttle, and sped off.

Hong Kong people had only ever seen RPGs in movies, and now that the movie had suddenly become a reality, it terrified the onlookers. The explosion was so loud, it was like thunderclaps in their ears.

Gao Lishi and the big boss of the Super A gang only knew that Yao Ye was very angry and the consequences would be severe. It was almost impossible for these assassins to leave Hong Kong alive.

Rumor has it that Wang Yaotang has a squad of elite soldiers, all veterans who have been on the battlefield. They are well-trained and have superb marksmanship. It was this squad that wiped out Da Niu's convoy. So everyone thought that Yao would send people to fight the assassins to the death. But no matter how imaginative people are, no one thought that Yao would actually pull out an RPG.

This is too cruel!
While surprised by the ruthless methods of their own leader, Gao Lishi, Chao A, and others were also extremely excited. The sharper the leader was, the more confident they, as subordinates, would be. They could even speak louder when having tea with others in the future.

No, that's not right. Why drink tea? We're all businessmen now!

Who would want to be brothers with a bunch of short mules like you...

Just as he was lost in thought, he suddenly heard a piercing horn blare and saw a motorcycle rushing towards the crowd. Gao Lishi snapped back to reality, yelling, "Quick, quick, scatter!"

This was 'Shengyi's' elite force, their true trump card. He dared not delay, lest he be arrested by the police. Gao Lishi feared that Yaoye would throw him into the sea to feed the sharks.

They pushed and shoved, but luckily most of them were their own men. Although it wasn't fast, they still cleared a path. Da Cang and Da Bo twisted the accelerator and sped off.

Several reporters secretly opened their camera covers and pressed the shutter button through the crowd. With a soft click, they captured the silhouette of the motorcycle. It became a front-page news story, and they made a fortune!
"What the hell are you doing!" A thunderous roar rang in his ears, startling the reporter so much that he jumped up.

The camera I was holding was snatched away.

The reporter screamed and lunged to grab it, but was punched in the face by the henchman, causing him to see stars.

"What's going on?" a member of the 49 gang squeezed through and asked.

"I saw the shutter being pressed!"

The reporter covered his face, cursing inwardly: "What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you staring at me instead of looking at that cool motorcycle?!"
"Give the camera back to him," Si Jiuzi said in a deep voice.

The reporter was delighted to hear this; this person was reasonable and understood freedom of the press!
"Take out the film and burn it."

Reporter: Fuck your mother!

"Well done, just a bit crude." Si Jiu used to work at the soda factory, but after being transferred to Sheng Yi, he was forcibly taken for training. To be honest, he did learn a lot. Now that he finally had a chance, he naturally wanted to show off. "Cameras are expensive. Taking one is robbery. People will sue you. They'll even think about me going to the police station to bail you out. It doesn't matter if the film is burned. I can just pay them back. You have to learn to use your brain when you do things."

"Here, hang it up." Si Jiu took the camera and hung it around the reporter's neck again, then slapped him across the face. "What's your name? Show me your ID."

"No, no, no, brother, I was wrong." The reporter turned pale with fright. Looking at the ID card wasn't illegal, but having his name and home address known was a disaster.

"Brother Yao said you don't know you're wrong, you're just scared." Si Jiu sneered. "I warned you long ago not to take pictures indiscriminately. If you do something wrong, you have to be punished."

With that, he waved his hand, and the two stingy men grabbed the man and began searching him.

"Police, police... Waaaaah..."

……

From the moment Da Cang and Da Bo jumped out to the moment the launch was completed, it took only 6 seconds. On both sides, his underlings were watching to prevent reporters from taking pictures. There might be people with cameras in the surrounding buildings, but everyone's attention was just drawn to the helicopter. No one paid attention to an inconspicuous person on the roadside. Moreover, there were vehicles blocking the view, and both of them were wearing masks, so they were not afraid of revealing their identities.

The highest-ranking police officers at the scene, Tao Ji and Zhong Deyue, were shouting to put out the fire and evacuate the crowd. This was called putting the safety of citizens first. No one could say anything about it. The officers subconsciously carried out the orders, and in that delay, people had already run away.

As for those hiding on the rooftops on both sides, just put them back in their golf bags; they're all our own people, so it's perfectly safe.

The Flying Tigers had already realized what was happening, but they were bound by their bribes. Besides, they had killed a murderer, which was considered upholding justice and protecting the innocent. They also had a history of accepting bribes.

No one mentioned RPG at the scene, but that doesn't mean that the various parties in Hong Kong who have been paying close attention to the situation are unaware of it.

The Royal Auxiliary Air Force pilot stared blankly at the fireball that had crashed to the ground, muttering unconsciously, "Fly, fly, my plane!"

Realizing what had happened, the pilot jumped up and down, cursing, "Fuck your mother!"

On one hand, I was terrified; if he had been the one piloting the plane, he would be a corpse by now. On the other hand, I felt heartbroken; helicopters aren't owned by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police...

He cursed a few times, turned around and left, saying, "Report, I must report immediately."

Zhong Deyue kept quiet about the incident, but the Royal Auxiliary Air Force made a call to headquarters. The person in charge was furious. The Royal Auxiliary Air Force operates with such limited resources, and now that a helicopter has been blown up, it would be strange if they didn't lose their temper.

Your police took bribes from Wang Yaotang, but my Royal Air Force Auxiliary didn't!
As soon as the call ended, Heywood slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "What is Wang Yaotang trying to do? Guns, automatic weapons, now he's even brought out RPGs, and he blew up a Royal Air Force helicopter in front of thousands of people! What is he trying to do?!"

"If he dares to bomb a Royal Air Force helicopter today, he'll dare to launch rockets at the police headquarters tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow he'll dare to lead a group to attack the Governor's House!"

“I have always opposed allowing Chinese to run security companies. There are more than a thousand of them. They train every day. Once they pick up a gun, they become a resistance organization. This is not an exaggeration. They have even brought out rocket-propelled grenades!”

"A bulletproof vehicle can be easily modified into an armored vehicle. Who can guarantee that he doesn't have other heavy firepower at his disposal!"

Everyone here knows the facts. Heywood was just using this as an excuse, but the possibility certainly exists, especially before the informal talks between the two sides, not to mention that the helicopter was indeed blown up.

Kelvin wouldn't jump out and say that everything would be fine at this point.

Even he himself wasn't sure. After all, Wang Yaotang was Chinese, while he was British; their relationship was merely a combination of interests.

Han Yili remained expressionless, only leaning back slightly to avoid Heywood's spittle flying onto him. From the perspective of the authorities and the police, the power wielded by Wang Yaotang was indeed becoming increasingly dangerous and needed to be controlled.

As for Wang Yaotang's actions, which were motivated by revenge and not directed at anyone, in the eyes of the authorities, whether you have subjective intentions is irrelevant; the only thing that matters is your ability to create chaos!
It's good that Heywood stepped forward to lead the investigation into Wang Yaotang. That guy surnamed Wang isn't so easy to deal with. Han Yili is happy to see them check and balance each other.

Heywood had a firm grip on the issue and was feeling quite triumphant.

Han Yili, including Kelvin, could see through his thoughts. He was a cunning old fox. He had always cultivated an image of a hardliner, and his political stance was to suppress the colonies and guarantee the high national treatment and interests of the British.

Because the two sides were negotiating, and most people were not optimistic about the British side, his presence became more prominent and more likely to be favored by London.

Heywood enlisted in 1948 and was discharged two years later to join the London Metropolitan Police. He became Chief Superintendent in 69 and was later transferred to Anguilla in the West Indies as the head of the police force. He then returned to London to be in charge of the London Metropolitan Police's Discipline Division. He became Commander in 72, Assistant Commissioner of Police in 75, and was transferred to Hong Kong in 79 as Deputy Commissioner of Police.

Even if he doesn't oust Han Yili in the end, he might still be transferred back to the UK, provided that he sticks to his political views without wavering.

Just as he was emphasizing the necessity of a thorough investigation into the "evil forces" headed by Wang Yaotang, the phone rang, and Zhong Deyue, on the front line, finally remembered to report the situation.

It was a bit noisy on the phone; the surroundings were clearly still quite chaotic.

Zhong Deyue first described the rioters' viciousness and the shooting of hostages. He then described how he tried to understand the rioters' psychological activities, how he outwitted and outmaneuvered them, how the Flying Tigers were brave and fearless, and how the two sides worked together to put pressure on the rioters, forcing them to release all the hostages and ensuring the safety of the citizens' lives and property.

Kelvin listened with a smile, Han Yili remained expressionless, and Haywood's face was gloomy.

Zhong Deyue never mentioned Wang Yaotang from beginning to end, but everyone knew that he was definitely behind it all. However, Heywood had no choice but to endure the disgust of listening to this stinking bastard brag. Some things are fine to talk about in private, but in this kind of situation, he had to listen even if he didn't like it.

After blowing for about ten minutes, the helicopter finally took off. Zhong Deyue ended the conversation with a single sentence: "An internal malfunction caused the helicopter to explode after takeoff, killing all the rioters."

“Zhong Deyue, concealing information is a legal offense! Royal Air Force pilots are on the scene!” Haywood finally found an opportunity to shout.

"So, what does Deputy Director Haywood want me to say?" Zhong Deyue's voice turned cold. "There are hundreds of reporters outside right now. Should I take the microphone over and loudly tell all the reporters what the Royal Air Force saw?"

“You know there are hundreds of reporters outside, so how do you expect the police to face the photos published in tomorrow’s newspapers? The reputation of the Royal Malaysian Police is being ruined by irresponsible people like you!” Haywood shouted.

“It’s good that Deputy Director Heywood is so upright. Due to some special circumstances, the reporters at the scene did not take any photos. Now we are just waiting for you to stand up and reveal the truth to everyone,” Zhong Deyue said sarcastically.

Heywood's face flushed crimson, his head seeming to swell several sizes. "You, you, you, how is this possible!"

"Ha, how long does it take to jump out of the trench and fire an RPG? Or are you hoping the enemy can't see you? Everyone's attention was on the helicopter. Who knew two people would jump out from the corner? Or maybe they weren't photographed by reporters, which thwarted Deputy Director Heywood's plan?" Zhong Deyue did his best to criticize.

For the sake of his future, Heywood cultivated a "hardliner" image, and Zhong Deyue would certainly spare no effort to cultivate his own "localist" image. Different stances mean mortal enemies!

Although Britain is also very bureaucratic, capitalism dictates that subordinates have little respect for superiors; even the president can berate someone mercilessly, let alone a deputy director.

"What's wrong? Why is the upright Deputy Commissioner Heywood silent? We frontline officers risk our lives to carry out orders, and the deputy commissioner stabs us in the back. Is this how headquarters treats us frontline officers?" Zhong Deyue suddenly shouted.

Han Yili glared at Heywood, that brainless, mangy old dog. “Senior Superintendent Zhong Deyue, headquarters will always be the strongest support for all officers. We are always one. Headquarters will not forget the contributions of frontline personnel. Everyone’s efforts will be recorded and they will receive the rewards they deserve.”

"You did an excellent job today. You commanded effectively, protecting the safety of the citizens while giving the rioters the punishment they deserved. The Royal Police are proud of you!"

“Thank you, Sir!” Zhong Deyue said with a smile.

After hanging up the phone, Han Yili's gaze swept across the conference room. "The Criminal Investigation Department will lift the blockade of Kwun Tong and cooperate with the Kwun Tong Police Station to cordon off the crime scene, evacuate the crowd, and maintain order."

"The Public Relations Department should contact the media as soon as possible to prepare for a press conference."

"That's it, meeting adjourned." Everyone stood up. The Haywood faction members left first with dark faces, while Kelvin and the others packed their things and walked out with smiles.

……

On the other side, there's a villa area on the mountaintop.

Three hours ago...

Lu Zhihe found him and revealed the whole plan: an American soldier who had fought in the Vietnam War, equipped with the most advanced assault rifles, and a six-man team working closely together to ambush a short Chinese man.

There seems to be no possibility of failure.

He was also quite optimistic about Lü Zhihe's plan, conservatively speaking, he had a 9% chance of success!
As for Wang Yaotang's brothers, they're a bunch of trash from the sewers, gangsters. Talking about loyalty is a joke. Even if they were truly loyal and wanted revenge, they'd need an opportunity first.

If Wang Yaotang was gold in a garbage dump, the others were just scrap metal; without Wang Yaotang, eliminating them would be too easy.

It's just a minor cold. Take some medicine, and everything will be fine again in a few days.

To summarize: the advantage lies with me!

Lui Chi-ho only asked for his temporary safety, and in exchange, he would do his best to help Li Xiangjiao take over the 'Shek O' and 'Lamma Island' quarries.

Two hours ago:
Wang Yaotang ran away!
Ran……

Up...

Li Xiangjiao: Nothing special, just a little carelessness!
Lu Zhihe was completely unable to accept it, and he started yelling and screaming. Li Xiangjiao couldn't stop him and could only let him vent. They had a 9% chance of winning but lost. This loss was irreversible and would bankrupt them.

He would go crazy too.

Subsequently, detailed information was received. Although the car was smashed to pieces, the person was unharmed. How could a nouveau riche short mule be willing to spend tens of millions to customize the best bulletproof car? Where did he get the connections?
The top-of-the-line bulletproof Cadillac is produced in very limited quantities each year; it's not something you can simply buy just because you have money!
What he found most unbelievable was that these American soldiers, these mere thugs from the garbage dump, had killed someone on the spot.

Go against Tiangang!

Presumably, the free, democratic, and kind American soldiers did not want to kill innocent civilians, which is why they withdrew. Little did they expect that these scumbags would actually open fire.

Well, that must be the case!
After venting his frustrations, Lü Zhihe calmed down somewhat. One wrong move could have led to total defeat, and now he needed to consider how to preserve any chance of survival.

He still has money; he can hire more people to kill Wang Yaotang. This time he escaped using a top-of-the-line bulletproof car, but what about next time, and the time after that? I don't believe he can escape every time. Of course, the premise is that he can't be caught by Wang Yaotang!
After regaining his composure, Lü Zhihe decided to exchange his shares in Jia Hua for Li Xiangjiao's protection.

In exchange for temporary protection of Jia Hua's shares, and incidentally eliminate that little bug Wang Yaotang, Li Xiangjiao said: This is the most satisfying deal I've ever made!
Wang Yaotang's frantic antics in Kwun Tong were, in Li Xiangjiao's view, undoubtedly a sign of fear.

Tea was laid out in the small living room, and Li Xiangjiao was leisurely and content. "There's no need to worry too much. With a population of 70 in Kwun Tong District, how could they possibly find a few people hiding there? Let him run wild, and all of this will eventually come back to haunt him."

Lü Zhihe forced a smile, hoping so.

1 hour ago...

The car stereo broadcast the message throughout the area, and a HK$50 reward was offered, causing a stir in Kwun Tong.

Li Xiangjiao: There's no need to worry. The average asset per person in Hong Kong is over one million. No one would risk their life for 50.

The assassin's whereabouts were exposed, and he was cornered by the Flying Tigers at a public housing estate.

Li Xiangjiao: American soldiers are pigs!

Half an hour ago...

Li Xiangjiao: It's okay, the American soldiers have hostages, the police won't dare to take action.

A pot of tea had been brewed into plain water. The secretary knocked on the door and came in, whispering something in Li Xiangjiao's ear.

Banana's eyes widened suddenly, staring at the secretary in astonishment. "Are you sure?!"

The secretary nodded.

Li Xiangjiao opened his mouth, "Rocket launcher?"

Wang Yaotang is a madman!
Li Xiangjiao took a deep breath, "Lü Zhihe."

Lü Zhihe: You were just calling me Brother Lü, and now you're Lü Zhihe!

Li Xiangjiao picked up her teacup, her gaze intense.

Lü Zhihe: You want me dead!

Li Xiangjiao: "I am not in a position to get involved in your affairs with Wang Yaotang."

Lü Zhihe: "Including the Holiday Inn Ocean View and the K. Wah Building."

Li Xiangjiao: "He used an RPG to bomb the police helicopter."

Lü Zhihe's face was ashen. "You really won't help someone who's dying?"

Li Xiangjiao: "If you keep Jiahua around, you'll only harm Yaohua and Yaodong..."

Lu Zhihe gritted his teeth, never expecting Li Xiangjiao to take advantage of the situation at this critical moment.

"Of course, this is just a suggestion. I'm also thinking about my two nephews. The decision is up to you. In any case, as their uncle, I won't watch them suffer. You can rest assured about that," Li Xiangjiao said with a smile.

Lü Zhihe took a deep breath. "Arrange a car, a yacht, and $5000 million for me."

"2000."

Lü Zhihe let out a mocking laugh: "Fine."

Li Xiangjiao stood up with a smile, "Brother Lü, let me see you off. Don't be discouraged. As the old saying goes, 'Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad.' Let's see how arrogant he becomes. In five years, Brother Lü will be only 57 years old. He can make a comeback."

"Thank you for your advice, Brother Li. I will keep it in mind." Lü Zhihe nodded.

Twenty minutes later, Lü Zhihe drove away from the mountaintop in a Mercedes-Benz. He wasn't driving fast, and his mind was filled with confusion.

Five years, five years, how will we get through these five years?
Possessing a huge sum of money but having no means to protect oneself is no different from a child carrying gold in a bustling market. However, continuing to do business will certainly not be hidden from Wang Yaotang.

Did they hire someone to assassinate him again?
The quarry tycoon's offer of $100 million wouldn't deter those murderers, but a cunning, elusive rogue...

It seems the gun has been pointed at them first.

It will only harm Yaohua and Yaodong... Li Xiangjiao is indeed a hypocrite, but what he said is also the truth.

How to do?
At Aberdeen Marina, a 36-meter luxury yacht is ready to depart at any time.

In the parking lot, Lü Zhihe got out of the car, and the dock worker stared wide-eyed.

I've been working here for three years now. In order to get more tips, I know every wealthy person in Hong Kong, big and small, including their sons and daughters!

He will never admit his mistake!
Remembering that a big shot had previously leaked information about looking for Lü Zhihe, the waiter turned around and grabbed the phone. However, after dialing a few numbers, his hand stopped in mid-air. He thought for a moment, then hung up and dialed a new number. "This is Ah Cheung from Aberdeen Marina. I'm looking for Brother Gao Lishi. I have important information."

A few months ago, he was still a member of the Aberdeen branch of the soft drink factory. Who knew that when he woke up, the soft drink factory would be gone. The big boss set up his own business in a daze. It didn't really matter at first, since he was just a waiter. But then the turning point came!

Who in Hong Kong doesn't know that Master Yiu is incredibly generous and never mistreats those who have made contributions!
The Sheng Yi Tong gang has a permanent stake in the company; every Hong Kong thug dreams of that!
If we can't get in touch with Master Yao, can't we at least get in touch with Gao Lishi?
Five minutes later, the waiter followed with a baseball bat, "Bang!"

Lü Zhihe fell straight onto the deck.

After catching his breath, he dragged Lü Zhihe into the cabin, quickly bound him with tape, and then turned around and strode out to find the manager in charge of VIP guests. "Mr. Lü said he needs to wait for someone to come, in about half an hour, and said not to disturb him now."

"I understand." The manager didn't suspect anything, just nodded. It would be strange for someone to go out to sea so late.

In this era without mobile phones, completely unrelated industry information simply won't spread.

Ten minutes later, Wang Yaotang was also filled with disbelief when he received the call: "They caught him? The yacht marina staff?"

"what!"

what is this?
A crushing defeat? (End of Chapter)