1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 443 Death of Cai Ziming

The road is lit up with bright lights, illuminating most of Tsim Sha Tsui East.

In the dark alley where no light could illuminate, a red Ferrari 328 was parked, blocking the entrance to the alley.

In the alley,
The big-breasted beauty in cool clothing, her two fleshy thighs have become deadly weapons.

The most capable yellow-haired Dutch boy beside Cai Ziming fell to the ground. The woman wrapped her legs around his neck and exerted force, with a cruel look on her charming face.

The yellow-haired man's face quickly turned the color of liver paste. He reached out to touch the thing at his waist, but as soon as he moved his arm, the woman pulled it behind his chest and twisted it hard, causing his wrist to break with a crisp sound.

at the same time,

Several Vietnamese guys were squatting in the alley, biting their cigarette butts, flickering, and watching the scene in front of them with great interest.

At their feet were several other companions of the yellow-haired Dutch boy lying in a mess.

The attacks were quick and swift, and the fatal wounds were mostly cuts on the heart. They killed the people in one blow and then were dragged into the alley.

After a while, the yellow-haired man's struggles became weaker and weaker.

As the woman opened her legs, his neck tilted limply to the side in a strange arc, his eyes bulged out, and half of his tongue hung out, unable to be retracted.

"Is it pretty? You bastards, can't you help me?"

The woman cursed, kicked the yellow-haired man away, and got up from the ground.

During the fight just now, most of the already cool clothes slipped off, revealing the fleshy figure.

The woman brushed off the dust on her legs, and adjusted her skirt in front of a group of Vietnamese men without any hesitation. Finally, she picked up her lace panties that had fallen beside her, shook them, stepped forward, put them on, and pulled them up.

The Vietnamese guys let out low laughs, and these bits of beauty became the spice after the deed was done.

After saying hello to each other, they dragged the corpses on the ground to the other end of the alley.

The alley was no more than a dozen meters long. One side was blocked by a Ferrari, and on the other side was a truck carrying seafood. Someone had already opened the door, hastily wrapped the Dutchman in a sack, and thrown him into the air-conditioned compartment.

Tsim Sha Tsui is still bustling with people at night, but most of them are there for the nightlife. Pedestrians are in a hurry and no one cares about the movement of an ordinary truck.

"Hey, Brother Ruan!"

The woman who had dealt with the yellow-haired man pulled out a large black star from his waist and threw it to the man next to him: "Your thing is too eye-catching, use this this time."

The Vietnamese guy named Nguyen took the Black Star, removed the magazine and checked it with quick movements. The single-row magazine was fully loaded with eight bullets.

Brother Ruan snapped the magazine, nodded to the woman, walked out of the alley alone, and headed straight towards Fu Ming Nightclub.

……

"Call the police? How can I tell the police if I call the police? Did Cai Ziming force me to sign the contract? Everything needs evidence!"

Granville Road, adjacent to Fu Yi Nightclub.

Zhou Xingchi got out of a taxi and complained to his girlfriend on the phone: "Besides, you don't know how fierce his friends are. They always take out guns. Guns! The kind that can kill people!"

Zhou Xingchi took a few steps forward and could already see the sign of Fuyi Nightclub.

He said helplessly into the receiver, "Anyway, I'm stuck in a dilemma now. Please ask TVB for me. It doesn't matter if it's a drama or an advertisement. Just find me some work. Cai Ziming is going to reshoot "God of Gamblers 2". If the result is good this time, there's a chance to make a comeback."

Hou Weiyun on the other end of the phone responded twice in a low voice and suggested, "Brother Xing, why don't you ask Miss Shi again? Qiu Shuzhen from "Sniper Detective" has signed up for Jiuyi Entertainment. I'll ask her to say a few good words for you. You were forced to do so, and Miss Shi won't mind."

"It's not that easy. Even if I want to leave, Cai Ziming won't let me go now."

Zhou Xingchi scratched his hair and glimpsed a familiar figure coming out of the nightclub entrance. He hurriedly said to the other end of the phone, "Okay, I won't tell you any more. I've already met him. I'll go over and ask about the reshoot of "God of Gamblers 2". Damn, the boss lady was kidnapped again for no reason. It's really a bad year!"

hang up the phone,

Zhou Xingchi looked at Cai Ziming who walked out of the nightclub, with the Number Gang boss Hu Xuyong following him.

He rubbed his face vigorously, put on a decent smile, and took a step forward to meet him.

……

"I was planning to shoot a story about a number gang this month, and I have someone to hand over the script."

Walking out of Fu Ming Nightclub.

Cai Ziming put his arm around Pan Zhiyong's shoulders and said, reeking of alcohol, "It has to be postponed now. Let's get this done first. When you're done, I'll invite you, Brother Yong, to be the male lead. You'll definitely look great on camera!"

"Okay, leave it to me."

"Hurry up, Brother Yong. I haven't even slept with any female celebrities from his company, but he's actually slept with my girl?"

Cai Ziming burped and saw that there was no one at the door of the nightclub. He subconsciously felt uneasy.

"As soon as possible, I won't send you off."

Even though he was drunk, the habit of being alert that he had developed over the years still made Cai Ziming stop and stand at the door of the nightclub without taking any further steps forward.

Pan Zhiyong waved his hand, staggered to the side of the street, opened the door of a Mercedes-Benz and sat in the passenger seat.

"A group of losers, they are becoming more and more ignorant after coming to Hong Kong!"

Cai Ziming stood at the doorstep, took a breath of cold air, and when he didn't see his Dutchman, he frowned and took out his eldest brother's phone from his arms.

While dialing the number, he turned and walked into the nightclub.

The street behind.

Brother Ruan was squatting on the side of the road, staring at the nightclub opposite. When he saw his target appear, he spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth, stood up and walked over quickly.

"Aqiang, where did you die? Come and help me drive the car!"

"Got it, big guy~ I'm playing games next door, I'll be here if I win this one."

"Get rid of your old taste! Hurry up!"

Pan Zhiyong cursed, threw the phone away, squinted his eyes and planned to take a rest.

At this time, I vaguely felt a figure appearing next to the car window.

Pan Zhiyong opened his sleepy eyes and wondered how come his little brother Aqiang came so quickly?
I turned my head to look out the car window and saw a strange face.

Brother Ruan bent down slightly and looked at Pan Zhiyong in the car. After confirming that everything was correct, he shook out the big black star from his sleeve and pulled the bolt against the car window.

Most of the alcohol in Pan Zhiyong's heart was instantly scared away. A chill ran from his back to the top of his head. He subconsciously sat up straight, raised his hands and spoke in a deep voice.

"brother……"

boom!
A bullet shot through the glass and hit Pan Zhiyong on the forehead.

boom!
The second bullet pierced his temple, spilling red and white blood on the steering wheel. After two successful shots, Brother Ruan didn't even look at the Yizidui restaurant in the car, but turned to look at the Fuming Nightclub behind him.

The entrance to the nightclub.

Cai Ziming had already turned back. When he heard two gunshots behind him, the hair on his body instantly stood up.

"Your mother!" Without even turning his head, he quickened his pace and rushed inside.

boom!
The next second, he felt a sudden pain in the pit of his leg and Cai Ziming fell forward unconsciously, falling between the two beautifully decorated revolving doors of the nightclub.

Brother Ruan dealt with Pan Zhiyong in the car, turned around and fired a shot.

It was not until then that the pedestrians on the street reacted and screams rang out. The street, which had experienced such an incident two days ago, was in chaos again.

Brother Ruan ignored the noise around him, shot Cai Ziming in the right leg, and quickly chased after him.

Cai Ziming struggled to turn over, supported himself with his hands and backed away, and he also saw the Vietnamese man approaching with the Black Star in his hand.

"However much money Zhai Yuan gives you, I will pay double... ten times!"

Ignoring the piercing pain in his right leg, Cai Ziming stared at the man in front of him and said through gritted teeth.

"I don't understand. See me next time and learn Vietnamese."

Brother Ruan tilted his head to look at him, grinned, and said something in Vietnamese. While speaking, he raised his gun and pointed it at Cai Ziming and pulled the trigger.

Boom!

One bullet hit him in the middle of his eyebrows, and the other one missed slightly and hit Cai Ziming's nose.

Bang bang bang!

The muzzle then moved downward, and the remaining four bullets in the magazine all hit Cai Ziming's chest. Every splash of blood caused his body to tremble.

After emptying the magazine, Brother Ruan turned around and walked down the stairs, wiped off the marks on the gun handle and threw it into a trash can on the side of the road.

When crossing the street, I saw a handsome young man looking at me with a dull expression.

Brother Ruan smiled and nodded at the other party, then left quickly.

Zhou Xingchi stood there in a daze, brushing past the gunman. He felt the blood in his body freeze and he couldn't even move.

The chaotic screams around me were getting farther and farther away.

Zhou Xingchi watched Cai Ziming lying between two revolving doors, his body covered in mud, blood pooling from under him, flowing down the stairs, the lights of the nightclub shining on his battered face, he no longer had the spirit of the past...

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'In the early hours of last night, another shooting occurred in Tsim Sha Tsui. Two victims were initially confirmed, one of whom was Cai Ziming, the boss of Fuyi Film Company, and the other was Pan Zhiyong, the boss of HaoX Gang. Ren Darong, the head of Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, said that this was probably another murder case in which gangs invaded the entertainment industry. In recent years...'

Following the release of two photos of the crime scene, the next day's news media were, as expected, dominated by Cai Ziming and Pan Zhiyong.

The media in Hong Kong still has a rating system in place, and all photos of the scene published have the deceased blurred out.

Across the coast, the horse race completely let itself go.
All the photos were clearly published on the front page, with the two dead people at the door of the nightclub photographed from multiple angles, even the bullet holes on their bodies were clearly visible.

Ma Jiao Casino, Lotus Hall.

Xu Jiaqiang and Chen Lan looked at today's morning paper and felt that their appetites had been greatly reduced.

Xu Jiaqiang stared at the photo of Pan Zhiyong slumped over in the passenger seat in the newspaper, and said in amazement, "Is this Zhai Yuan's final touch?"

The head of O Triad came forward and confirmed that the incident was related to the Number Gang. As for why the Number Gang's financier Cai Ziming turned against Pan Zhiyong, both sides suffered losses. The dead cannot speak, and everything is subject to the results of the police investigation.

"Now you know why I don't let you go back to Hong Kong?"

Chen Lan pushed the half bowl of oatmeal porridge aside and whispered, "If you stay in Ma Jiao, the Number Gang will take the blame. If you stay in Hong Kong, most of the people who died with Cai Ziming would be from Xinji."

Xu Jiaqiang frowned, and remembered that Zhai Yuan had arranged for him to come to Malaysia to run a casino. In fact, after obtaining the operating rights of the casino, he could return to Hong Kong at any time, but Zhai Yuan did not nod to let him go back.

This incident made Xu Jiaqiang a little unhappy. Although he got a gambling hall, in order to help Zhai Yuan do big things this time, Xinji's business in Hong Kong was also ruined a lot, and he also owed favors to other gangs. In the end, he didn't make any profit.

He even wanted to ignore Zhai Yuan's warnings several times and return to Hong Kong to take charge of the situation. During this period, it was only thanks to Chen Lan's persuasion that he was forced to stay in Majiao.

It is foreseeable that if he had not followed Zhai Yuan's advice this time and had returned to Hong Kong on his own initiative, the dirty water of Cai Ziming's murder would have been thrown on Sun Kee as soon as Xu Jiaqiang returned to Hong Kong.

"Zhai Yuan wants an obedient society that can afford to pay him." Chen Lan said, "If you are not happy with this, you can step down and let others do it. We will only do the casino business of horse racing in the future."

Xu Jiaqiang glanced at him and said, "Who should I give it to?"

Chen Lan smiled and said, "Big brother or fourth brother."

Xu Jiaqiang hesitated for a moment, obviously reluctant to give up the power in his hands, and shook his head slightly.

Living under someone else's roof, even if you are a dog, it is better than other fellow gangsters. The word "obedient" is important. With this experience, you will get better and better at it in the future.

"I was just joking with you."

Chen Lan folded the newspaper and saw Xu Jiaqiang looked embarrassed, so she laughed out loud.

She lowered her eyebrows, and then sighed: "In fact, today, even if you want to give up your position, it is very difficult. He is willing to give you the right to operate the casino, and to let the cinema and stars work for Sanhe, all because of your status as the leader. If you quit, you will have nothing. This is called being in the arena, you have no choice..."

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at the same time,

People from the film industry who were far away in Taiwan gathered together, with the "September 1st Daily" in front of them, which was passed around among several bigwigs sitting around.

"Damn! Cai Ziming died just like that? That's too casual!"

Lin Yingming, the president of the Tiandao League Wangtian Society, rubbed his bald forehead and cursed, "I think his recent film Fuyi made is pretty good. He reserved the copyright of the next movie in advance. He promised me that Wan Ziliang would definitely appear in the role. He even paid a deposit of 500,000. What's the matter now?"

"Forget it? Forget it!" Another president of the Tiandao League said, "The person in charge of the September 1st Daily News called me and revealed the news. This was done by their brothers in Hong Kong. What do you call this? This is just a warning to scare the tiger!"

"I still want to get a piece of the Hong Kong film industry~" Lin Yingming said: "Just because Cai Ziming can't do it doesn't mean I can't do it. I'll take my brothers with me. Do the Hong Kong people dare to kill me too?"

"You have a lot of dicks!" The person next to him rolled his eyes at him, "That young man named Zhai Yuan is like a mad dog now! I heard that even the police chief was beaten up by him. Are you trying to see if your head is as hard as the chief's?"

Lin Yingming cursed in a low voice: "Damn! You believe this? If he dares to hit the Chief of Police, I will dare to break into Chaotian Palace tomorrow!"

"it is true."

A middle-aged man who was sitting in the upper seat and had been slow to speak said with a smile: "I got the news from Wang Yu, and I also confirmed it with others. Zhai Yuan not only beat up the police chief, but also walked out of the police station after only 48 hours."

When Lin Yingming heard this, the arrogant expression on his face froze: "It can't be that exaggerated, Brother Dengkui."

"The director who was beaten by him is still recovering in the hospital." Yang Dengkui glanced at him and raised two fingers: "Two bones were broken..."

(End of this chapter)