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

"What do we do? There are so many police officers outside!"

"Fighting them? They think we're afraid of them? A bunch of stinking lizards, let's fight our way out!"

"Damn it, they've taken so much money from us all this time, and now they're suddenly turning on us!"

"Contact Qiu Laoliu and ask him what exactly happened?"

"Big brother, say something!"

"Alright, stop arguing!" The leader slammed his hand on the table. The loudspeaker outside was shouting, and the people inside were shouting too, making his head feel like it was going to explode. "Everything was fine before, and suddenly they surrounded us. There wasn't any of this mess before that guy surnamed Wang came."

"Yeah, it must be Wang. That bastard is a real piece of work. He first lulled us into a false sense of security, and now he's caught us completely off guard!" the second brother cursed.

"Stop talking nonsense." The leader suddenly stood up and waved his hand. "We all know what kind of tricks that guy surnamed Wang has up his sleeve. He doesn't take us seriously at all. He's just using us to establish his authority. What, you guys still think you can live if you surrender!"

“Shengyi has thousands of followers, and we know every aspect of their business inside and out. They definitely won’t need us!”

"Today, it's either wait to die here, or fight them to the death. If we break out of Phuket, we might have a chance to survive!" The leader grabbed the teapot on the table and smashed it on the ground. "Grab your weapons, everyone! Today, it's either you die or I die!"

"Yes, let's fight them!"

"Kill out!"

The crowd's faces showed fear and ferocity, and they shouted at each other, as if they could shout out all the fear in their hearts.

Seeing his men rushing to get their weapons, the leader grabbed the second-in-command's arm and said, "Take out all the explosives."

"it is good."

He agreed and hurried downstairs, while outside, people were still shouting for them to lay down their guns and surrender.

The leader leaned against the wall and shouted loudly outside, "Surrender is fine, but why should we trust you!"

When someone spoke to him, the policeman breathed a sigh of relief; he had thought he couldn't keep up the act for so long.

"You have committed crimes and will be punished by the court. Surrender immediately and unconditionally!"

"Okay, then bring your people in."

"Come out with your hands up!"

"You guys come in!"

"You're talking nonsense! If you want to surrender, come out here!"

Gao Lishi sat in the car, listening to the two burly men arguing, and his brows furrowed. Each of them had gone to a different scene to oversee things, precisely to prevent such incidents from happening.

He beckoned a man with a buzz cut over and whispered, "Have the police send a few men in with guns. How long are we going to keep this up? We need to force them to fire the first shot."

As he spoke, Gao Lishi glanced at the camera over there.

Ultimately, they couldn't let go. If Wang Yaotang had directly ordered the attack, they could have just reshot a scene and re-edited it.

What the public sees is exactly what he wants the public to see!
These days, so-called 'news' is nothing more than letting people dress up little girls and pose them however they want.

The crew-cut man went down to give orders, and the police team was in a state of chaos for a while. The Tong gang couldn't see clearly, but the police could see that three light machine guns and two 75mm recoilless rifles were pointing at them on both sides. At this time, who would dare to blow up the spikes!
These crew-cut guys don't care about police or anything like that; they're really capable of killing people.

After discussing it for a while, they finally pushed out eight men with guns, trembling as they walked towards the other side. Tong's boss was a little stunned. No, I was thinking of buying time for the brothers. You guys actually sent people over?

When did these police officers become so bold?
No matter how much he didn't understand, the police got closer and closer, giving him no time to hesitate. He turned his head urgently to look and saw that the second brother's booby traps were not yet finished.

"Damn it," the boss cursed, then whispered to the men beside him, "Kill them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, four guns appeared at the door and windows, and the guns were pulled at the eight policemen.

"Da da da"

"suddenly"

"bang bang bang"

The police officers knew the danger and kept their eyes fixed on the doors and windows. As soon as the gun barrels were poked out, they took off running without saying a word.

My adrenaline was pumping, and my legs felt like they were made of springs. I didn't know if I could surpass the world 100-meter champion, but I knew there was no one pointing a gun at the champion.

Peeking out, aiming, pulling the trigger—it only took a little over a second, but in the blink of an eye, the eight men had sprung out.

Amidst the chaotic gunfire, the two men staggered.

One person fell face-first onto the concrete and slid away, while the other person braced himself with his hands, staggered a few steps, and ran away again.

The police line was only a dozen meters away from the nightclub entrance. By the time the gun barrels were turned around and they were about to aim, six people had already rushed over like madmen. Only the last one stumbled and fell behind, and was hit by four guns at the same time. Blood splattered on his back and thighs. He fell down in front of a police car, reaching out his blood-stained hand as if to grab something, but his body twitched and his hand fell limply to the ground.

"Fire! Fire!" the sheriff in charge shouted from behind the wheel hub.

There were over a hundred police officers. This was the chaotic Phuket, and even the few female officers in administrative positions were carrying guns.

Outnumbered and spurred on by the death of their colleague, no one thought much in that instant; almost instinctively, they drew their guns and fired wildly in the direction of the nightclub.

"Bang bang bang-"

"Bang bang bang-"

"Tu tu tu tu——"

With their superior numbers, bullets rained down like a storm, riddling the walls, glass, and doors with bullet holes. Someone was hit by a bullet, and suddenly one of the Tong gang members' eyes exploded, his previously curled-up body collapsing to the ground.

The gang leader and his men huddled on the ground, their heads covered. The gunfire was relentless, even more intense than machine gun fire. Their voices were completely drowned out by the guns.

Gao Lishi didn't shrink back in fear of the sudden burst of firepower. In less than five seconds, the gunfire became sparse, clearly indicating that most of the gunmen were using pistols and had fired their bullets in their excitement.

"Damn it!" Gao Lishi cursed. What kind of quality do these damn cops have? They don't even know how to control firepower!
Fortunately, there were some seasoned veterans among the police. When they heard the burst of gunfire, they were startled and immediately stopped firing. They waited until the people around them ran out of bullets before resuming fire, and they didn't forget to yell at them to change their magazines.

Changing chicken feathers? What decent person carries several magazines with them when they go out...

Gunfire was sparse, but it was enough to keep the group from peeking out. However, the police were in a flurry of activity and couldn't organize enough men to rush in quickly. The two sides exchanged fire for a good ten minutes before the police finally managed to form an assault team.

Inside the nightclub, all 80-plus core members of the Tong gang were armed with guns—Type 56 submachine guns, AK47s, FLAs, UZIs, and all sorts of other weapons, but mostly automatic. They had sold countless guns over the years, so they were bound to keep some good ones for themselves.

Just as the manpower at the front and back doors and on the first and second floors was deployed, the police began to suppress the attack with concentrated firepower, with three teams quickly advancing from three sides.

"Da da da!"

"Da da da!"

"Tu tu tu tu——"

Suddenly, more than twenty gun barrels emerged from various windows, firing indiscriminately at the street without aiming. Debris flew everywhere, and vehicles used as cover were riddled with bullets. Everyone except those hiding behind engines and wheel hubs was within the range of the gunfire.

At a distance of seventeen or eighteen meters, the Tong gang fired seven or eight hundred rounds of bullets in just a few seconds, instantly causing a large number of casualties among the police!

The gunfire ceased, the wind dispersed the smoke, and screams echoed through the streets.

Gao Lishi, who was huddled in the car in the distance, cursed "useless" and then turned his head to hear the crew-cut platoon leader ordering the police to retreat and clear the way.

Before the messenger could even get there, the surviving policemen rushed back like chickens in a frying pan.

"Damn it, bring the wounded back!" The defeated police and vehicles blocked the road, making the platoon leader stomp his foot in anger.

Seeing all this from upstairs, the leader of the Tong gang burst into laughter, "Look at these greenhorn flies! We've been patting them on the back all this time, and they really think they're something special!"

Of course, he could look down on these corrupt police officers in Phuket, but he didn't think he could challenge the regular army. After laughing, he waved to his men to retreat through the back door immediately.

Even if the police come after them, the booby traps and bombs they have planted can hold them off. As long as they are not attacked from both sides, they still have a chance to escape.

No one knows Phuket better than them. Most of its hundreds of thousands of people work for underground businesses. If you just find one and hide in a cellar, no matter how much they investigate, it won't work.

Once things calm down in a few days, we can escape at any time.

He got into the car parked in the backyard, floored the gas pedal, slammed through the iron gate, and sped onto the street. He turned the steering wheel, floored the gas pedal again, the engine roared, and the tires screeched against the ground.

"Da da da--"

"Da da da--"

Suddenly, bullets swept across from the upper left and right sides, marking a checkmark on the car. It lurched forward and sped off for over ten meters before crashing into the wall with a loud thud and coming to a stop. A few seconds later, another car rushed out. The advantage was that it didn't have to crash into the iron gate, but the disadvantage was that it clearly hadn't seen what had happened to the car in front. As soon as it turned the steering wheel, two crossfires swept over, marking an X on the car.

The platoon leader, upon receiving news that someone had broken out from the rear, remained expressionless, but his order changed: "Artillery ready! Use high-explosive shells! Target the first floor of the building! Six rounds!"

"Yes, target building, first floor, six rounds!" The short-haired gunner in charge of the two 75mm recoilless rifles repeated loudly.

"fire!"

"fire!"

They stormed a nightclub and made him roar with the spirit of the Battle of Ping'an.

“Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!”

“Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!”

The nightclub's graffiti-covered brick walls were blown apart with a deafening roar, sending debris flying dozens of meters away and clattering onto parked vehicles nearby.

The first floor occupies an area of ​​only 200 square meters, which already looks very large. It was bombarded 12 times in a row by shells with an effective kill radius of 12 meters. It is hard to imagine how the people inside survived.

The platoon leader tilted his head and chuckled. The only chance he had for these people was to persuade them to surrender. What could a mere underground force possibly have to fight against a regular army?

Not far away, Gao Lishi, inside the car, clutched his head, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. He knew about Umbrella Corporation and had even watched them train on the island, but he had never seen a real battle scene.

In his mind, it should be like in a TV drama, with both sides exchanging fire, and the Umbrella's crew-cut guy charging forward with a stronger will, better marksmanship, and more professional tactics, gradually annihilating people in the nightclub.

But reality was completely unexpected; they actually opened fire!
Just as he was lost in thought, he heard the platoon leader not far away give another order, "Order: Use high-explosive grenades, target the second floor of the building, six shots in a row!"

"Yes, target building, second floor, six rounds!" the gunner shouted again.

“Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!”

The scene before my eyes consisted of firelight, smoke, and flying pebbles.

There were no screams, no resistance.

When the artillery fire stopped, the platoon leader called out to the police captain a few times, but the guy was too terrified to hear him, until someone patted him on the shoulder and he snapped out of it.

He quickly ran to the platoon leader's side, snapped to attention, and gave a Siamese military salute. "You, you, you, what are your orders?"

"Go and try to persuade them to surrender," the platoon leader said sternly. "We will launch another attack in three minutes, leaving no survivors."

Leaving some terrified survivors is a better deterrent, and we can also extract some information from them. This was Wang Yaotang's order.

"Yes, sir!" the sheriff saluted again.

Both attempts to persuade the officers to surrender took only 15 minutes, but the sheriff's mindset was completely different; he now exuded a sense of arrogance and pride.

I ask you, who else is there?

"Comrade Zhang." Gao Lishi got out of the car, his back hunching slightly as he spoke. "Um, could you please order these police officers to go up and treat the wounded? The cameras are rolling, we need to have a humanitarian spirit."

"Understood." The platoon leader nodded, and someone immediately went to make arrangements.

The nightclub was repeatedly bombarded by 24 artillery shells and turned into ruins. The walls on the first floor had almost collapsed, and the frame was clearly visible. There were no survivors; they were either blown up or crushed to death by bricks and stones.

There are many private rooms on the second floor, which are not so badly damaged. It is highly likely that some people are still alive, but they are either seriously injured and unable to move, or they are temporarily deafened or unconscious due to the sound of the explosion, so it is impossible for them to call for someone to come out and surrender.

The platoon leader only realized what was happening afterward, so he ordered the police chief to lead men in to search. Those who resisted were to be killed, those who didn't were to be captured alive, and the wounded were to be left to lie on the spot and wait for medical personnel. In any case, he wouldn't let the crew-cut guys in.

Tong Gang, Saleng Gang, Kao-Lad... The city was filled with the roar of cannons. More than two hundred shells were fired in one go. No underground force could withstand the artillery bombardment and they were all easily taken down.

As for casualties...

There is no such thing as success without bloodshed.

Three hours later, as darkness fell, the streets of the city were still deserted, except for the hospital, which was busiest with more than 500 injured people. Everyone in the hospital was working frantically.

The booming sound of cannons could be heard throughout the city, including the area near the docks. The captains of the three major organizations and their smaller resistance forces were all on edge. If it weren't for the numerous cannons on the docks and the warships blocking the sea...

Just when everyone was on tenterhooks, Qiu, Chen, and Azman's men sent word that Wang Yaotang was going to hold a banquet that evening and invited everyone to attend.

The single stone stirred up a thousand waves; the communication channels on the dock erupted in chaos.
"This guy surnamed Wang didn't give any guarantees. Who knows what he's up to? We can't go to this banquet!"

"Yes, we can't go. We're not Siamese. At worst, we'll just stop coming to Phuket."

"If you ask me, we should all go together. I've looked at those cannons, and they're all small caliber. Even if we get hit a few times, it won't matter. With so many of us ships, how can he possibly leave us all behind?"

None of the boat captains were sure of what was going on; they were all afraid that Wang Yaotang was just trying to trick them into going there to kill them.

Despite the talk, no one called out their name. After waiting for more than half an hour, all the ships had finished warming up their engines, but no one set sail. The captains began to curse under their breath.

"What should we do, Captain? Are you going over there?"

On a ship, the first mate asked in a low voice.

The captain puffed on his cigarette, his brow furrowed so deeply it could trap a fly. “I’ve analyzed a few possibilities. If there’s no malice, then those who go will benefit, and those who don’t might not be in any danger. If there is malice… these sardines, who are worse than sardines, can’t possibly unite.”

“After all, Wang is a well-known tycoon in Southeast Asia. Hong Kong is not Africa; it is a civilized society. He is not that ruthless and crazy.”

"He fired over two hundred shots, and I heard he killed several hundred people. And he wasn't even that ruthless? I think he was more ruthless than those African natives." The first mate shuddered.

"No, no, no, those guys in Africa kill people without reason; that's barbarism. Wang Butong, those underground forces are illegal organizations, and they killed so many police officers; they deserve to die. This is in accordance with procedural justice."

The first mate looked at the captain with a strange expression. "Are you defending him?"
The captain's lips twitched. I always have to think things through.

At the dock, the captains greeted each other with smiles, but no one mentioned the conversation they had exchanged on the channel earlier. Those who had traveled all over the country knew how to be pragmatic.

The banquet was held at the largest hotel on Phuket Island. It wasn't a five-star hotel, but its manor-style design was still perfectly suitable as a venue for the banquet.

Several resistance organizations, more than 200 captains, key members of several other families on the island, and more than 300 people attended the banquet. The topic of conversation was always Wang Yaotang, but in reality, very few people had ever met Wang Yaotang.

As soon as music started playing in the hall, Wang Yaotang and his entourage walked onto the main stage, surrounded by Mayor Azman and the heads of the Qiu and Chen families.

As mayor, Azman delivered a speech, reiterating the themes from the previous broadcast: to better maintain social order in Phuket and combat crime, Phuket signed a "cooperative defense" contract with the Umbrella Corporation, subsequently eradicating a criminal gang that had been entrenched in the city for over a decade, and so on...

He mentioned the achievements, praised the police's heroic efforts, exaggerated the decisive role played by the "protective umbrella" at critical moments, and finally solemnly introduced Wang Yaotang, the chairman of the "protective umbrella" security company.

"With Mr. Wang here, Phuket is safe; with Mr. Wang here, Phuket will develop!"

A commotion broke out at the scene, even though everyone knew from the moment the group came out that the young man walking in the middle was the legendary Wang Yaotang.

Such a young and charming gentleman with such a warm smile could hardly be a ruthless tyrant!
"Hello everyone, I'm Wang Yaotang." Wang Yaotang smiled and waved.

Azman led the applause, and the applause gradually grew louder. Although everyone had been threatened into attending the banquet, they couldn't help but feel excited.

Because this young man is too legendary.

At a young age, he started from scratch and became a super-rich tycoon and a super warlord!

In a man's world, if you are strong, you are right!

"Thank you, thank you," Wang Yaotang said with a smile.

The applause gradually subsided after a long while, and then Wang Yaotang said with a smile, "Actually, I'm a good person."

Everyone was stunned.

"Really, trust me."

A low chuckle rippled through the room.

"I started out in the clothing industry. I believe everyone here knows the stories behind those clothes that make men's blood boil when women wear them."

The laughter immediately grew louder; men, you know, a couple of bawdy jokes can instantly bridge the gap between them.

"I make clothes, videos, music, and run nightclubs, all to bring joy to people, so I really am a good person."

"Therefore, the reason I traveled thousands of miles to Phuket this time is to help the people of Phuket break free from the control of criminal gangs and restore light to Phuket. Thanks to the efforts of our protective umbrella and the police..."

"I'm here. We will conduct a thorough crackdown on illegal firearms, further strengthen security measures, establish safe trading venues, and ensure the safety of everyone's funds and personal safety..."

"I said, Phuket is safe!" (End of Chapter)