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

"Oh, isn't this Grandpa Gao? What made you think of calling Xiao Wei?" Awei answered the phone and teased with a smile.

"Master Wei, please don't tease me. It's my fault, it's my fault!" Gao Lishi quickly smiled ingratiatingly.

In terms of status, Wang Yaotang was the "Emperor," and his four brothers were at least Dukes. How could he dare to act arrogantly in front of Awei?

"Speak, what is it?" Awei's smile faded, and his tone became more serious.

"Isn't this to ask Master Wei for help? We need manpower in Phuket..." Gao Lishi quickly explained the situation in detail.

"What the hell were you doing all this time?" Awei laughed and cursed.

"Yes, yes, it's my fault. It's all because I'm inexperienced. I just got a severe scolding from Master Yao!" Gao Lishi said with a forced smile.

"These are all minor matters. We control 70% of the mid-to-high-end nightclub market in Hong Kong. Our company may not have much else, but it has a lot of talent. They are all fluent in English. We can have as many people as we need."

"Let's configure it according to ten medium-sized nightclubs, and then we'll break it down further. We haven't had time to properly investigate the situation of nightclubs on the island, so we can't say for sure right now. It's mainly about the management team."

"Where are the waiters and girls?"

"We have existing local staff, so we'll make do with them for now. We'll see how things go later and bring in more people from Hong Kong."

"Okay, no problem. Remember to register a company there, and Hong Kong Tiansheng Entertainment will invest and hold the controlling stake later..." Awei gave some instructions before hanging up the phone.

Gao Lishi called Aji again, saying that a battalion of soldiers was needed in the short term for deterrence, but they would not be stationed there for long. At most, a company would be left. The task of maintaining order would eventually be handed over to the local police station, but the locals could not be relied on at all, so they could only transfer people from Shengyi.

Unlike Awei, Ah-Ji didn't tease him. Instead, he simply asked about the needs and offered a solution: "Match people at a ratio of 1:5, with veterans with experience in the Royal Police on one side and new recruits from Sheng-Yi on the other."

At this point, the advantages of Wang Yaotang's long-term, high-pressure training of Sheng Yi's henchmen became apparent.

At school, you have to study; at Sheng Yi, you still have to study. If you don't study at school, no one cares. But if you don't study at Sheng Yi, you'll get punished... You've wasted your time joining this club!

Sheng Yi has over 2000 students who can have simple conversations in English at Ce Si Jiu. They have all undergone 'police academy'-style training, and it's easy to select 200 people based on their daily performance.

The only issue is family situation. After all, if I want to become a Siamese citizen and live in Phuket long-term, it's best if I don't have any family ties.

Of course, once you're selected, there's not much room for refusal; Shengyi's benefits aren't easy to come by.

Having settled the issues of business and police resources, Gao Lishi breathed a long sigh of relief. He only needed to transfer a hundred or so henchmen from the Bo Kei Wan branch to bolster the manpower; there weren't too many people vying for a position of power.

……

On the other side, the two family heads, Wang Azman, Qiu, and Chen, were also startled by the news brought by Wei Tao. Of course, they knew about what happened in Pattaya and had specifically looked into it; it was a bloodbath.

They've already agreed to all of Wang Yaotang's requests and are cooperating to the best of their ability, so why do they still have to do this?

Although the problems to be eliminated are social ills, and eradicating them would only benefit Phuket, everyone understands the principle, but when it actually happens to them, the experience is completely different.

Foreigners come to your country and openly massacre your own people. No matter how much these people deserve to die, it's none of your business to decide. As mayor, Azman felt very upset, and his face naturally didn't look good.

Even someone with distorted values, as long as they are still a human being, will feel resistant now, even if they don't love their country.

Of course, those who are traitors to Thailand are excluded; they are not human.

Qiu and Chen are the same; they don't think there's no problem just because they're both Chinese. Besides, those seven underground forces in Phuket have some connection with their two families, and they know that they have younger generations supporting them.

Seeing the three people's reactions, Wei Tao smiled faintly, "It seems that I did not explain the pros and cons of the matter clearly enough. It is my fault. How about this, let's go and see Wang Sheng together. I will also tell you three your requests in person and see if we can find another way to save everyone."

"No!" Wan Azman's face stiffened, instantly switching to a look of deep sorrow. "I would have eradicated these cancerous elements that have taken over Phuket long ago. Their crimes are countless, but I've always been powerless to deal with them. That idiot Mohd Farouk, who has been in charge of the police force for years, can only mobilize 300 people!!"

As he spoke, Azman gritted his teeth, transferring all his hatred onto Mohammad Farouk. If he weren't so incompetent, he wouldn't be in this state; he wished he could bite this bastard to death.

Didn't they say there were 480 people after repeated confirmations? But there are only 300!

Fuck your mother, you still fucking lied to me at a time like that!
Die, die!
I also want to love my country and expel Wang Yaotang, but I don't have enough power to do so. So I can only pretend to be compliant and take every opportunity to climb the ranks!
"Yes, yes, these people deserve to die; they should have been eliminated long ago." Qiu and Chen had even less grounds to object; to object would be to cut themselves off from the Chinese community. They could only hope that Wang Yaotang wouldn't continue tracing the trail...

If the Wang family dares to keep pursuing this, then they shouldn't blame either of them...

He knelt down and begged for mercy!
Seeing the three men's reactions, Wei Tao laughed and let the matter drop. He didn't care what they thought; he just wanted to get things done.

"Many parties are cooperating in this operation, and I hope that no information will be leaked, otherwise I will not be able to explain to Wang Sheng."

"Of course, Mr. Wei, rest assured."

"That would be perfect. He will work with the mayor to write the speech for the broadcast, and the two of them will work with the media coordinators to handle the filming arrangements."

"Good good."

……

This was perhaps the day when all the Phuket police officers were present; even some on temporary assignments rushed over.

Those crew-cut guys were really unreasonable; they were shouting in Mandarin, which almost no one could understand. Of course, they could still understand the gunshots, so communication was quite smooth...

It was painful after the bullet entered my body, I bled a lot, and died rather quickly.

Fortunately, no one raised any objections.

"What? Step in and stop them?" Mohammad Farouk was stunned for a moment, then amused and annoyed. "Fine, I agree. You're the deputy director, you lead the team. Go now, drag everyone out and bring them back!"

"If you don't catch him, I'll fucking shoot you!"

The deputy director gave a dry laugh, lowered his head, and remained silent. The others also shrank back and hid themselves.

"Why don't you speak?"

"Weren't you just feeling really resentful?"

Mohammad Farouk roared at the top of his lungs.

You call me your grandson in front of Wang Yaotang, but what should you call me when we get back to the police station?
If he really didn't have any tricks up his sleeve, how could he have stayed in this position? Do you really think those deputy directors didn't want to advance further?

Suppressing all the noise, Mohammad Farouk looked at Gao Lishi, who had come with him, and said, "Please call them all in."

The three nodded but did not go out. One of them took out his camera and pressed the shutter on the group that had just suggested stepping in to stop them.

No, what are you doing!
The men's expressions changed abruptly. Although they didn't know why, their intuition told them that they were in for trouble.

The three of them couldn't be bothered to pay any attention. Everyone in Hong Kong knew that Mr. Wong was the most cunning person. Don't talk to dead people, it's bad luck.

He turned and left, leaving the few who had just been cheering feeling uneasy, as if they were being watched by something dirty.

A short while later, a commotion arose outside, followed by a group of fully armed men with buzz cuts carrying Type 56 rifles and guns rushing in, plunging the scene into a deathly silence.

"It's them!"

"How dare you slander Wang Sheng! Take him away!" the leader with the crew cut shouted.

"Why!"

"let me go!"

"Oh!"

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the men immediately went limp and gave up struggling, letting themselves be handcuffed. They just looked at Mohammad Farouk and shouted, "I've shed blood for the chief, I've done good for the chief, chief, save me!"

Mohammad Farouk silently turned his head away. What could he do?
It's all your fault for being so brainless and not understanding the times!
I thought it would be the same as before, that whoever came to power would need you to stabilize the situation. But today, things have changed! An emergency assembly order has been issued, and everyone except those with powerful connections is to go to the mission site, including women and old men!

He said he could send 300 people out for fieldwork, but he ended up sending out 1000. That's his attitude!

If things weren't done well, that's an objective problem, but we must let Wang Yaotang's people see his attitude.

Having the right attitude can help you gain opportunities for improvement.

When the conflict comes, let these people take the lead. It would be better if some of them died, as this would solidify their image as a 'super criminal gang' and truly demonstrate the police's spirit of not being afraid to sacrifice themselves. However, they are powerless to do so and have to ask a security company for help to eliminate these evil criminals!

Sacrifice is necessary to gain sympathy and make everything more plausible.

On their own journey to the West, these monsters without powerful backers could simply die; it was their honor to sacrifice themselves for the rise of Phuket.

With the camouflage-clad crew-cut man in charge, their own bureau chief having surrendered first, and several other influential figures in the bureau having just been arrested, the remaining men were filled with unease, but with no one to take the lead, they could only obediently follow orders.

He didn't say what orders he was carrying out; he just got into the car. The scene was chaotic; police cars and private vehicles had all been requisitioned. Before leaving, Mohammad Farouk fired a few shots at the telecommunications box, completely cutting off any possibility of external communication. Then he waved his hand and shouted, "Let's go!"

There were too many people, and most of them had never been on fieldwork before. Now they needed to be divided into seven different locations and sent to different locations in batches. Without communication equipment, they had to shout, which made it impossible to organize them. Mohammad Farouk's voice became hoarse from shouting, and he was covered in sweat. It was only then that he realized he had done something stupid again...

There was no other way; things had come to this point, so they could only grit their teeth and persevere. They sent a dozen or so trusted confidants in pairs, each leading one of the seven groups of people on the road. The fifteen men with camouflage buzz cuts who had come were also scratching their heads. Wasn't it supposed to be 300 people?

How the hell can we possibly keep an eye on thousands of people? We can only report the situation on the ground as soon as possible.

When Chen Yuanchao received the news, he was so angry that he cursed loudly. If Mohammad Farouk were to appear in front of him now, he would definitely shoot that idiot.

This was the first time he had ever agreed with Gao Lishi's words; such a fool deserved to die.

What this world fears most is a fool suddenly coming up with a brilliant idea!
"Have the telecommunications companies taken over?" Chen Yuanchao remained calm and proceeded with the arrangements methodically.

The first thing to do in any operation is to cut off the enemy's communications.

Upon hearing that everything was in place, Chen Yuanchao dispatched a platoon of over 30 men from a nearby area to the scene. Since they couldn't communicate verbally, they could only communicate with gunfire. After firing a few shots into the air, the chaos at the scene was brought under control.

Seeing another buzz cut arrive, Mohammad Farouk breathed a sigh of relief.

come all come...

The people have already been organized, and further selection would take too long. The other two aspects have already been taken action, so there is simply no time. We can only proceed with the plan.

Setting off again, with so many people with buzz cuts bringing up the rear, the situation improved considerably. They managed to split into seven teams and set off. Not far from the police station, they diverged, with each team consisting of about 150 people and about 30 vehicles, forming a long convoy.

On the winding road, I don't know what some people were thinking. Maybe they wanted to stay away from trouble, maybe they wanted to tip off others, maybe they were afraid. Who knows? Anyway, some vehicles suddenly turned onto another side road.

The crew-cut guy, who was keeping an eye on the traffic, stepped on the gas and sped up without asking any questions. He aimed at the rear of the fleeing car and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da"

"Da da da"

"Da da da"

They fired alternating bursts of long and short fire until they emptied a magazine before stopping. Without checking the situation, they escorted the other vehicles back onto the road.

……

Wang Yaotang arrived again, and the entire island of Phuket was sealed off once more. Although it was the second time, they still weren't used to it. However, the local underground forces weren't too worried.

Through the news brought by the passing ships, the local underworld knew about what had happened in Pattaya. However, when Wang Yaotang visited last time, he did not take action. He only communicated with the mayor and the two major families. Everyone thought it was because they were suffering a backlash after the Pattaya incident. This is Siam, not Hong Kong. The country cannot remain indifferent and allow foreigners to slaughter on its own soil.

What's wrong with bad people?
Bad people aren't necessarily without a sense of national responsibility...

“We don’t know what’s going on up there, but it doesn’t matter. The principle is the same; it’s just a matter of who gets the money in the end,” a leader of the Tong gang said loudly.

Those guys with short hair who went to the island opened fire and killed a lot of troublemakers. In order to deal with possible emergencies, the major forces called back their core members. On the one hand, they wanted to discuss follow-up measures, and on the other hand, they wanted to stick together for mutual support. They also wanted to show their strength when it came to negotiations and try to get a good price.

“That’s right. Wang Yaotang also came from the streets and is now the head of Shengyi. He’s a very wealthy man now. He can’t possibly run these businesses himself. There are people in Shengyi, but do they understand Thai, Burmese, Malay, or Indonesian? They still need us. At most, they just want us to surrender.”

"Joining Shengyi is fine, it'll just be a different name, but you have to give us enough benefits."

"Yes, yes, the transfer fee must be paid in full!"

"Yes, we've made an agreement with the other companies. We're all sticking together and sticking together. Anyone who dares to betray us is dead..."

"Boom-boom--"

A loud knocking interrupted the conversation. Before anyone could call for the door to open, it was flung open. The person who entered was pale-faced and stammered, pointing and shouting, "Outside, outside—what do we do!"

The leaders inside were all stunned by this nonsensical statement. What was going on?
"Are you fucking crazy? What's going on outside?" the leader shouted.

With the situation so tense, how could he not be agitated?

"So many, so many, so many police officers!"

"police!"

The people inside were both panicked and astonished. Why were the police here? Hadn't the third brother just taken people back to the police station?
As seven major underground forces, each of them has someone in the police force—not just one, not two, not three…

"Listen up, criminals inside! You are surrounded. Surrendering is your only way out—lay down your weapons, raise your hands in surrender, confess and you will be treated leniently, resist and you will be punished severely!"

Just as I was wondering, I heard a loudspeaker outside.

The streets were completely blocked by vehicles. More than a hundred people in uniforms gathered together, which looked quite imposing. A few people hid behind cars and on street corners, while most of them simply stood on the street in groups of three or five, fully demonstrating what a mob and a bunch of idiots are.

Sitting in his car, Gao Lishi looked disdainfully at the nightclub that was surrounded in the distance. "The local gangs are so damn backward!"

"They didn't even bother to set up guards on both sides of the street. They were surrounded and didn't even realize it. With such a lack of vigilance, who else but you guys are going to die!"

Influenced by certain individuals, the major forces in Hong Kong have undergone a super-evolution, becoming 'semi-professional' in terms of organization, discipline, and professionalism.

The Royal Police are well-positioned to comment on this.

It's been a long time since we've handled any major cases. Can you believe there are photo booth posters of relevant departments being sold on the market?

Damn it, they're plastered on every street corner, so they'll be spotted immediately if there's any disturbance.

They're so damn vigilant!

Several cameras were set up not far from the car, and a presenter was pointing at the nightclub and explaining, "According to the police, this is the stronghold of Tong, the largest criminal organization in Phuket. After extensive planning by the police, most of the core members of the criminal organization are gathered here. We can see that the scene is now completely surrounded by the police..."

On the third floor of the nightclub, Tong glanced out the window and suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. Damn it, so many police officers had really come!

What's going on? Why hasn't the third brother sent any message?

Near the Red Letter Gang's nightclub, the third brother was hiding behind a car, pursing his lips and wiping the sweat from his brow. He was genuinely troubled. Wasn't it agreed that he would just have to obey?

I can obey the law, or I can surrender!
How can we really exterminate them all?

The person who was supposed to deliver the message is probably gone. He just saw two cars speeding by on his side, and they were both caught and riddled with bullets.

Tragic, too tragic!
Cruel, too cruel!
Now he can only hope that his boss and the others will stand up for themselves. You guys are the most ruthless underground force in Phuket, feared by all. Fight them!

Don't lose face!
Even if it means death, let's set a huge fire and leave no evidence for that Wang guy!
Don't worry, your brothers will definitely burn plenty of paper money for you! (End of Chapter)