Hong Kong Movie: At the beginning, Big Boss B asked me to draw the death lottery

Chapter 150 Fatty Li, once you're in prison, don't even think about leaving alive!

"He Yaozong, now all those who deserved to die are dead!"

I suggest that while I can still manage this matter, you should quickly find someone to take charge of it.

You need to understand, the two people who died were British..."

"What, in your opinion, Inspector Li, are foreigners' lives more precious?"

Before Li Wenbin could finish speaking, He Yaozong interrupted him.

Li Wenbin was stunned for a moment, but he could already read the information that He Yaozong wanted from his eyes.

He remained silent for a long time before finally speaking.

"Then can you tell me straight, what exactly do you mean?"

"Li sir, as you've seen, I wasn't the one who started this whole thing!"

Since someone has stirred things up, I have no choice but to follow through to the end.

I have to correct what you just said. This matter is no longer something that you, as the head of the OTC (Organization of the Communist Party), can handle.

"The residents of the walled city have been so kind to me, and the brothers in the gang have been so supportive. If I were to find someone to take the blame now, what would these people who risked their lives for me think of me?"

Behind closed doors, He Yaozong simply laid his cards on the table, which greatly surprised Li Wenbin.

"He Yaozong, what good will you get from doing this!"

"Li sir, in your eyes, do people like us always need to get something in return for doing our jobs?!"

He Yaozong stood up, glared at Li Wenbin, and then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"If you insist on saying what the benefits are, then I might as well tell you."

In my entire life, the thing I can't tolerate most is a moment of frustration or anger!

"I'm afraid you won't even be able to get over this before the British deport you!"

"Deportation? Don't be ridiculous, Officer Lee!"

He Yaozong couldn't help but scoff: "What era do you think we're living in? 56, the Double Ten Storm?"

Don't forget, in less than a few years, it will be the foreigners who will be out of here!

Li Wenbin's lips twitched slightly; clearly, this attempt to act as an intermediary on behalf of Cai Yuanqi had once again ended in failure.

He knew there was no need to continue, but just as he was about to get up and leave, Li Wenbin stopped in his tracks.

Li Wenbin gave He Yaozong a deep look and said earnestly.

"The police will certainly not let this go unpunished, given that these two Englishmen died at the hands of the walled city residents."

The police force is definitely going to do something big. When I get back, I'll try to get you an extra day from the police department.

If you've thought it through, you can call me anytime, and we can resolve this matter amicably.

If you still can't figure it out, the police force will definitely start working on it after tomorrow morning.

With so many members like you at Lian Sheng, there's bound to be a time when you slip up; there's no escaping it!

After saying that, Li Wenbin walked straight downstairs.

Ordinary citizens may not understand politics, but the leaders of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) must not be ignorant of politics.

He knew that even if the tragedy at Kai Tak Airport hadn't happened today, the streets of Hong Kong Island would have witnessed a new era of riots in a different form in the future.

But Li Wenbin couldn't care less about all that. As the head of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, all he wanted was for the triads to be in order and for Hong Kong Island to be peaceful while he was in office!

He will keep a close watch on anyone who dares to disrupt the security he has created and protected.

That's it!

After Li Wenbin left, He Yaozong took out his phone and called Jiang Tianyang of Hung Hing.

The two agreed to have tea at Bijia Mountain the next morning, which would also serve as a formal meeting.

Just as He Yaozong was about to hang up the phone, Jiang Tianyang suddenly asked a question.

“Brother He, I often heard people mention you when I was in Thailand.”

"Young and promising, do you know any good patriotic opportunities you could introduce me to?"

"Mr. Jiang, patriotism is not a business; it can't be done by just talking about it."

If you could do what I did, spending real money just to gain a reputation, then naturally people would come to you to discuss patriotism.

"Brother, you're really meticulous. How about this, I'll come over tomorrow, and we can all discuss this matter in detail?"

In Jiang Tianyang's view, He Yaozong must have something to rely on to dare to defy public opinion like this.

Now, the Jiang family has also been dragged onto He Yaozong's ship. Although Jiang Tianyang was entrusted by his elder brother to take charge of Hongxing, he did not have enough backing, and he always felt a chill down his spine.

Foreigners are like centipedes that die but don't fall down. Even though their situation in Hong Kong is now destined to decline, they are not people that these so-called triad bosses can easily offend.

……

8:30 p.m., Stanley Prison, Cell A.

There's less than half an hour left before the lights-out whistle blows.

This is a rare moment of relaxation for the prisoners during their day.

"Bai Zha, are you fucking going to choose or not?"

"Are those three clubs really as difficult to choose from as his mother's?"

Inside the cell, Sanghao, picking at his calloused feet, yelled impatiently at a shirtless, fat man in front of him.

The fat man patted his round belly, his brows furrowing for a moment.

In front of him was a dismantled bed board with three pieces of paper and three packs of colorful cigarettes on it.

The slips of paper were written with the names of three triads: Yi Zi Tui, Hung Hing, and Tung Sing.

Tonight I received a call from Killer Xiong. A new recruit has been imprisoned, and several bigwigs in the cells are gathered together, betting on which gang this guy belongs to.

Seeing that Sanghao was urging him again, Bai Zha couldn't help but complain.

"Sanghao, give me at least a hint!"

Choosing one of three is unfair to me.

"What do you mean it's unfair? If I lose, you give me a pack; if I win, you take two packs. It's just a few cigarettes, why are you making such a fuss!"

Sanghao snapped his fingers as he spoke, then shouted at a prisoner who was making his bed.

"Situ, come over here and light a cigarette for Boss Bai!"
"If he smokes this cigarette, he'll have no choice but to choose tonight!"

As soon as Sanghao finished speaking, the old bird who was making the bed immediately came running over.

He took the matches that Sanghao threw to him, opened a pack of cigarettes on the table, and enthusiastically handed it to Bai Zha.

But then Sanghao let out a cold laugh.

"Take this cigarette, it's free. The superintendent will personally light it for you. There are very few people in the entire cell who receive this kind of treatment."

The one who lit Bai Zha's cigarette was none other than Situ Jie, who had been in prison for two months.

After two months of training, Situ Jie started doing chores like making urinals and cleaning toilets, and his former sharpness as a police superintendent had long been worn down.

Now he's been trained by Sanghao to be more obedient than a dog.

Bai Zha took the cigarette and let Situ Jie light it for him, unable to help but sigh.

"Damn it, you're really lucky to have a police superintendent as your henchman. This prison sentence will teach you a lesson you won't forget!"

As Bai Zha spoke, he took a deep drag on his cigarette, then looked at the three pieces of paper on the table. After a moment of contemplation, he picked up the piece of paper with the character "礼" (li, meaning courtesy) written on it.

"Judging from your cheerful mood today, it's probably because someone from your 'Li Zi Dui' group has been brought in."

I'll choose the pile of gifts!

Haha! Place your bet now!

Sanghao laughed loudly, then gathered all three packs of cigarettes on the table into his arms, leaving Bai Zha dumbfounded.

"Damn! Isn't this a pile of 'rites' characters?"

"It's Fat Lai from Hung Hing!"

"Fatty Li? What did he do wrong?"

It's clear that Fatty Li has made a name for himself selling erotic magazines, but Sanghao didn't respond to Bai Zha's question.

He simply waved his hand and said, "How would I know what he did wrong? But there is something I need you to arrange."

I heard that in your cell there are a few scoundrels who like to stir up trouble?
"When the time comes, bring Fatty Li to your cell and let these losers have a good time!"

Bai Zha was immediately dumbfounded.

"I'll take it! Did Fatty Li offend you?"

"No."

"Then how did you..."

"You're talking so much nonsense, giving your prison cells freebies. Just tell me if you agree or not?"

"Fatty Lai, the leader of Hung Hing."

You think you can just let someone cause trouble for him like that?

Bai Zha looked at Situ Jie standing to the side as he spoke, and then gave a meaningful laugh.

"Since you're so keen on giving out perks, why don't you send Situ Jie over there?"

He's a bit old, but he used to be a police superintendent, so my brothers will definitely appreciate it!

These words immediately turned Situ Jie's face green with fright.

He immediately knelt down in front of Bai Zha, his movements so practiced that it was clear he had suffered a lot in the prison during this time.

"No way, boss! I'll do anything you ask. If all else fails, I'll just have someone send you a few extra cartons of cigarettes as a token of my respect!"

thump--

Sanghao raised his foot and kicked Situ Jie to the ground.

He gave Situ Jie a cold look and then cursed loudly.

"Can't tell who you're on anymore? I'm your boss, who told you to kneel before someone else?!"

Situ Jie struggled to his feet, bowing his head and saying, "Yes!"

"Go make your bed!"

"Alright!" After seeing Situ Jie off, Sang Hao's smile returned.

"Bai Zha, you don't need to worry about that."

I won't lie to you, Fat Lai was personally sent to prison by Chiang Tin-yeung of Hung Hing this time.

He colluded with the foreigners in the political department and fired a shot at Jiang Tiansheng at the Triangle Wharf.

The person who asked me to properly entertain Fatty Lai this time was none other than Chan Yiu of Hung Hing!

Bai Zha immediately perked up upon hearing this.

"You traitor! You're a disloyal bastard! You've offended the emperor, plotted against the dragon head! Fatty Li really wants to get involved in everything!"
These scumbags deserve a good welcome; leave it to me!

As they spoke, a commotion arose outside the cell.

Killer Xiong led Fatty Li to the cell door, carrying a rubber baton, and knocked on the cell door.

"8432, come out and get someone!"

"Roger that!"

Sanghao immediately jumped up, not even having time to put on his shoes, and walked to the entrance of the prison cell, where he immediately saw the dejected Fatty Li.

The assassin immediately tapped the clothes that Fatty Li was holding with his rubber baton and spoke.

"You're the first person I've ever seen go to court and be sent to jail on the same day."

"Get to know your cell leader. Lights out in twenty minutes. In those twenty minutes, he'll explain the cell rules to you!"

Fatty Li numbly raised his head and glanced at Sang Hao.

When he saw the chilling wicked smile on Sang Hao's face, Fatty Li couldn't help but shudder, and then nodded.

Snapped--

The assassin swung his baton and struck Fatty Li on the right shoulder, instantly numbing Fatty Li's arm and scattering the clothes he was holding onto the ground.

"In prison, when you answer the officer, you must say 'Yes, sir!'"

If you're still being silly, wait for me in the washroom after morning class tomorrow, and I'll personally teach you the rules!

"Yes sir!"

Fatty Lai was so aggrieved that tears were about to fall, but he still endured the sharp pain in his shoulder and answered loudly, "Yes, sir!"
Killer Xiong nodded in satisfaction, then moved closer to Sang Hao.

He whispered, "If you don't know the rules, you're allowed to take him to the washroom for a private practice session after lights out tonight."

If he can't walk tomorrow, I'll assign you all to clean the yard for the officers next week!

Sanghao's face lit up with joy, and without even trying to avoid Fatty Li, he quickly agreed.

"Officer, I don't think this guy knows any rules!"

Upon hearing this, Fatty Li was immediately alarmed.

"Boss, I know the rules, I know them all!"

Snapped--

Killer Xiong swung his baton again, this time hitting Fatty Li in the face and nearly knocking out his teeth.

"Let me teach you another rule: when the officer is speaking, you cannot interrupt unless you are given a chance to reply!"

Tears streamed down Fatty Li's face, but this time it wasn't because he felt wronged, but because he was in so much pain that he couldn't bear it anymore.

Killer Xiong had no intention of letting him go. He had accepted a large gold Rolex from someone, who clearly intended to make Fatty Lai suffer enough in prison and then die there.

Another rubber baton struck Fatty Li on the right cheek.

The killer's voice sounded even more violent.

"I knew you were a complete idiot who didn't know the rules!"
What did they just say to you? When the officer speaks to you, you should know to answer 'Yes, sir!'

“Ye…Yes sir…”

Fatty Li covered his right cheek and gave a muffled response.

After Killer Xiong finished disciplining Fatty Li, he gave Sang Hao a meaningful look, then left the cell with a sinister grin.

"Fatty Li, what's your number?!"

After the assassin Xiong left, Sanghao walked up to Fatty Li and asked him this question.

"9...9631..."

Boss, I know all the rules in the prison. I'll have to trouble you to take care of me in the future. I can't avoid paying tribute..."

"Who the hell ordered you to offer tribute? Pick up your clothes and come inside to talk!"

After inviting Fatty Li into the cell, Sanghao first called over Situ Jie, who had already made up his bed.

"Congratulations, Situ Jie! We've finally got someone even more annoying than you in our warehouse!"

Situ Jie was secretly delighted upon hearing this. Ever since he entered the prison, he had been making urinals and guarding toilets for others every night.

With Fatty Li coming in this time, it's clear that he won't have to do the urination stand anymore.

Unexpectedly, Sanghao sneered and continued.

"Let Fatty Li sleep on the floor next to the toilet tonight. You'll be the bedpan for the first half of the night, and he'll take over for the second half."

"Yes!"

Situ Jie looked sad, but he felt a little better inside.

Sanghao's gaze fell on Fatty Li.

“I heard that you offended the head of Wo Luen Shing before?”

"You were dragged to Sham Shui Po and played with by two Indians?"

Upon hearing this, Fatty Li immediately felt like his scalp was about to explode.

He had already foreseen his fate; Hung Hing and Wo Luen Shing were indeed not going to let him off the hook.

Swallowing hard, Fatty Li abandoned his timid demeanor.

"Boss, if you're going to play this game with me, you might as well just kill me!"

"Want to die? It's not that easy!"

There are people waiting for you in the washroom tonight. You don't deserve to come back to sleep until you've made sure they're comfortable!

"Fuck your mother! If you dare, then kill me!"

"If you dare do this, as long as I'm still alive, I'll kill you all!"

Sanghao couldn't help but laugh at Fatty Li's words.

"Everyone who just came in is tough as nails, I never thought you would be so honest."

In a moment you'll find out you're just a fish ball. I can flatten you if I want, or roll you into a round shape if I like!

If you can hold out until lights out and keep being stubborn, I'll consider you impressive!

As he spoke, Sanghao looked at the prison guards standing outside.

"Sir, could you please excuse us for a moment? I need to explain the rules to Fishball!"

The prison guard leaning against the cell door simply gave a lazy reply.

"I can't see anything!"

"Roger that!"

Before long, a series of shrill screams echoed through the prison cell.

Less than five minutes later, Fatty Li's pleas for mercy could be heard coming from inside the cell.

"Okay, I'll do anything you ask!"

Stop! Stop!

Clearly, Fatty Li's bones weren't as hard as his mouth.

Life in the prison was extremely dull and boring. These old birds were so bored that they always came up with all sorts of ways to torture the new recruits.

The experience passed down from generation to generation, when applied to Fatty Lai, how could a spineless coward like him withstand it?

So, Fat Lai had just entered Stanley and spent another unforgettable night.

The dual torment of physical and mental suffering even led him to contemplate suicide at one point.

But this was a prison cell; he didn't even have the chance to think about dying...
-
The next morning at 8:30, in the villa area on the hillside of Bijia Mountain.

Jiang Tianyang arrived quite early, and the two met for the first time at He Yaozong's villa.

"I've long heard that the leader of Wo Luen Shing is an exceptional man, and seeing him today, I can confirm that you are indeed a man of great stature!"

Everyone loves to hear compliments, especially when they come from the mouth of a tycoon like Chiang Tin-yeung. Ho Yiu-chung finds them even more pleasing.

He didn't refuse Jiang Tianyang's request and responded accordingly.

"I have also heard that Mr. Jiang started from scratch in Thailand and became a leader in the Chinese community in Bangkok in just over ten years."

Meeting you today, I am truly impressed by your extraordinary bearing!

"You flatter me. I would never have started from scratch; it was all thanks to the help of the Chinese brothers in Thailand."

After we sat down, a henchman immediately brought us hot tea.

Jiang Tianyang took a sip and then started a conversation.

"You asked me to investigate Hong Wengang's case in Thailand, and I've already made some progress."

In Songkhla, he funded the construction of a prison specifically for holding piglets used for human organ trafficking.

By the way, the warden over there is named Gao Jin; he's his most loyal confidant.

"Does this prison hold people smuggled from Hong Kong Island?"

"Have!"

Jiang Tianyang answered very decisively.

"As far as I know, a while ago, a policeman from the East Kowloon Police Force had a daughter who went missing in Thailand and was detained in this prison."

The police officer personally reported the case, but during this time the Hong Kong Island police force was focused on you and had no time to deal with such minor missing persons cases.

Left with no other option, the policeman applied for assistance from the Po Leung Kuk.

I have a few acquaintances at Po Leung Kuk, and they asked me to sound them out in Songkhla. After a few exchanges, we connected perfectly!

(End of this chapter)