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

Chapter 155 This is international waters, not Thailand!

When Wang Jianjun called for Dabazi and Liangzai Meng to carry Nahong, who was wrapped in a bed sheet, into the car, Pasong couldn't help but glance at the time before driving the vehicle.

9:15!
He couldn't help but admire the group's formidable ability to act. Nahong was the local tyrant of the area, and he never imagined that anyone would dare to lay a hand on him in Songkhla. Therefore, the nursing home had arranged for mostly family caregivers.

However, the fact that Wang Jianjun and his team were able to tie up Nahong in less than fifteen minutes without any casualties, despite not being familiar with the internal structure of the sanatorium, made Pasong Gao take notice of them.

The vehicle, driven by the road, bumped along and sped towards the Dengshan Hotel.

Wang Jianjun, noticing Na Hong's pale face, quickly offered a reminder.

"Slow down! This guy's been traumatized. I'm afraid he'll die before he even gets on the plane!"

"We can't slow down! If we slow down any further, we'll all be buried with him!"

Pason stepped on the gas, his eyes fixed straight ahead, large beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.

When the vehicle arrived at the Dengshan Hotel, a group of people hurriedly lifted Nahong onto the helicopter that had been waiting for a long time.

The helicopter started up, and the medical team that Jiang Tianyang had specially hired from Canada immediately surrounded it and began to provide emergency care to Na Hong in an orderly manner.

The journey from Limpancha Port to Hong Kong Island by ferry takes at least twenty hours, no matter how fast you go.

Although there is a more professional medical team on board, we have to let Nahon hold on until we can board the ship.

At 11:53 p.m., Nahon was finally put on the speedboat that had been waiting for him in Laem Chabang.

But after a series of twists and turns, Nahong was now only half alive.

"Dr. Huang Jiahao, I estimate that the resuscitation is already ineffective."

Nahong can only hold on for a few more hours at most. Otherwise, let's proceed with the surgery immediately, remove his heart, and store it in a cold room!

A Canadian doctor who had boarded the ship with Wang Jianjun and others ran up to a doctor with graying temples and asked nervously.

"No! Given the conditions on our ship, a heart removed from the body can only be kept alive for a maximum of three hours!"
Moreover, it will greatly reduce the chances of the surgery being successful. You should call Hong Kong Island immediately and ask them to set off on a boat to meet us midway.

We'll try our best to keep Nahong alive for another ten hours so we can perform the surgery on the high seas!

Experts had prepared multiple contingency plans, but with Nahong in imminent danger, they had no choice but to use the least ideal one.

Just as Nahong was being put on the hospital ship and was about to be transferred to the ship's medical pod for emergency treatment, Target Shooter came over.

"Doctor, how about we give him an injection of morphine or adrenaline?"

He's going to die anyway once he gets to Hong Kong Island, so a dose of morphine should be enough to keep him going, right?

Dr. Huang Jiahao rolled his eyes at the target shooter, took the rubber gloves handed to him by his assistant and put them on, while responding.

"Oh? This brother seems to know a little about medicine, he even knows that morphine and adrenaline can prolong life?"

"Of course, back then... uh, I saw someone with a big hole in their stomach from a gunshot, and they were in excruciating pain."

But after the nurse administered a dose of morphine, the patient immediately stopped crying out.

"idiot!"

Huang Jiahao angrily said, "Do you know what's wrong with him? Do you want him to die sooner rather than later?!"

If there's nothing else, I suggest you go to the next cabin for a few drinks, and mind your own business!

After Huang Jiahao finished speaking, he followed the medical team and walked quickly toward the medical pod.

Wang Jianjun rarely showed a smile and moved closer to the target practicer.

"Target practice boy, when are you going to get rid of this show-off habit?"

"Damn! Doctors aren't all that great. I may not understand, but why is he being so fierce!"

"They have the right to be fierce, hey, do you even know who they are?"

"Isn't he his father's son, and his son's father!"

"Fool, he is a director of the North American On Leong Tong, and his ancestors once followed Mr. Yat Sin and did great things."

What's wrong with scolding you a little? It's your own fault for pretending to know everything and showing off in front of others.

……

Hong Kong Island, Triangle Pier.

He Yaozong accompanied Fang Zhanbo onto the medical ship, which then set sail after being moored there.

Fang Zhanbo was very nervous. After boarding the ship, he stayed by Ruan Mei's bedside.

"Little Jew, don't be afraid. After tomorrow, you will be able to embrace a new life."

I promise you, once you get better, we'll get married right away and have our wedding in Hawaii.

Don't worry, everything will be alright, everything will be alright..."

As Fang Zhanbo spoke, his eyes were already blurred with tears.

Lying on the bed, Ruan Mei chuckled softly and slowly reached out to stroke Fang Zhanbo's face. Fang Zhanbo quickly grabbed her cold right hand.

"Fool, I feel scared of you."

Fang Zhanbo just shook his head, choked up and unable to speak, large tears streaming down his face, landing on Ruan Mei's arm.

"Zhanbo, actually I've long since come to terms with death."

My biggest worry is you. I'm afraid... I hope that if anything happens to me, you will live a good life for yourself.

Don't miss me. Even if I were to die, with you by my side, I would die without regrets..."

"Don't talk nonsense. If you die, what's the point of my life?"
You'll be alright, you'll definitely be alright!

He Yaozong pushed open the door to the ward, just about to have a chat with Fang Zhanbo, but seeing the two of them looking like they were about to part, he couldn't help but shake his head and leave.

"Damn, he's exactly like those characters in TV dramas, what a romantic!"

……

The next day at noon, the two ships finally met in international waters.

When Na Hong was carried onto the ship where Ruan Mei was by the medical team, Fang Zhanbo took the lead and was about to say something to Huang Jiahao who was boarding the ship, but was pulled away by He Yaozong's people.

"Dr. Huang, is Na Hong still alive?"

He Yaozong was the first to ask the question that everyone was most concerned about.

"He's still alive and relatively conscious, but he won't last much longer."

Mr. He, let's not waste any more time, let's proceed with the surgery immediately!

"Dr. Huang, could you give me just one more minute? I have a few questions I'd like to ask Na Hong."

Huang Jiahao nodded.

"Alright, Mr. He, please make yourself at home."

I'm going to prepare for surgery right away. The heart transplant will begin in one minute!

Inside the empty medical pod, Nahong lay on the bed, his consciousness clearly somewhat hazy.

But he still knew what had happened.

"Do you...do you know who I am?"

Let me go back, I won't pursue this matter..."

Even in despair, Na Hong still wanted to use his status to force He Yaozong to submit. He made a weak sound and spoke these words in English to He Yaozong, who was standing at the head of the bed.

Do you know where you are?

"Where is it..."

"This is international waters. I could rip your insides out and throw you into the sea to feed the fish, and no one would even know!"

Nahong's body immediately began to twitch slightly.

It was clear that he was in great pain and despair.

However, Ho Yiu-chung had no interest in lecturing him.

“I know that Hung Man-kong from Hong Kong Island has been working with your people in the human organ smuggling business.”

Before He Yaozong could finish speaking, Na Hong interrupted him.

"I didn't... I have no reason to do such a despicable thing!"

"You don't need to make excuses. You provide him with venues and connections, and he helps you find a patron and pays you huge protection fees. You are his accomplice!"

He Yaozong paused for a moment, then continued to ask.

"Tell me, have you ever dealt with anyone from the Hong Kong Island Special Branch?"

I know you're a devout Buddhist. Even if you don't tell me, after you die, I'll have your ashes buried under the altar of Bahubali, so you'll never be reincarnated!

He Yaozong asked the question only as a trial and error.

Using religious beliefs as a pretext to scare people seems rather foolish to him.

If Nahong were truly a devout Buddhist, he wouldn't have done such despicable things.

Unexpectedly, Na Hong's expression changed drastically upon hearing this!
"Sir...sir, I'll tell you everything."

I only ask that you cremate my body within 24 hours of my death.

Then I asked a high-ranking monk to recite the Amitabha Sutra for me…

This answer immediately surprised He Yaozong.

So, Nahong is actually a devout Buddhist?

"Is it really related to the Political Department?"

He Yaozong frowned and asked the question.

Three minutes later, He Yaozong walked out of the medical pod with a solemn expression.

Huang Jiahao had already led a group of people to wait outside.

Upon seeing Ho Yiu-chung, he pointed to the watch on Ho Yiu-chung's wrist.

"Mr. He, you have misspoke; it has been more than two minutes!"

Then Huang Jiahao waved his hand, and a group of medical staff quickly pushed Ruan Mei, who was lying on a medical cart, into the operating room. ...

On the observation deck at the bow of the ship, He Yaozong sat on a parasol, the sea breeze brushing against his cheeks and ruffling his half-long hair.

The target shooter came over and asked He Yaozong for a cigarette.

"Boss, I heard from Jianjun that the doctor from Canada is quite important."

Why did he travel all the way to Hong Kong Island to do everything he could to help you with this surgery?

Did your older brother ever teach you not to ask questions you should ask?

He Yaozong lit a cigarette and glanced sideways at the target shooter.

The target practice boy chuckled sheepishly: "Just curious."

“It doesn’t matter if I tell you, kid. Once a person is not short of money, he will have higher pursuits.”

"Damn! Boss, you mean the pursuit of spiritual things? That's so abstract and impractical."

"They're all talk and no action, but they're very knowledgeable about foreign things, and what's even more commendable is that they don't forget their roots!"

He Yaozong took a deep drag of his cigarette and then spoke.

Do you know what Dr. Huang's ancestors did?

“It’s the Hongmen Tiandihui, Brother Jianjun told me about it.”

He Yaozong couldn't help but chuckle: "That's his grandfather's story. You might know what his grandfather did two generations back."

"Boss, what exactly do you do?"

"Laborers who were tricked into coming to San Francisco by foreigners! Laborers who were worked to death in the American West back then!"

He Yaozong sighed: "Back then, many Chinese were treated like pigs and towed to the west coast of the United States, boat after boat."

Over there, this group... never mind, why am I telling you all this?

If you're really interested, go back to the magazine and ask a few well-read editors; they'll know more about it than I do.

The target shooter nodded thoughtfully.

“I think I understand now. It was Dr. Huang’s upbringing and his conscience as a Chinese person that made him travel all the way from Canada to Hong Kong Island to help you with this surgery!”

He Yaozong rolled his eyes at the target shooter.

"You don't know anything! Huang Jiahao only came all the way to Hong Kong Island to perform this surgery for me because of the $800,000!"

The target practice boy was taken aback: "So, boss, you just said that when people don't lack money, they'll have higher aspirations..."

"Figure it out yourself!"

After saying this, He Yaozong got up and prepared to go to the cabin to find a drink.

The target practicer stood there stunned for a long time before finally slapping his forehead.

"I get it! It must be that Dr. Huang doesn't have enough money!"

……

At 10:30 p.m., the ship returned to Hong Kong Island.

The surgery was very successful. However, when the ship docked, He Yaozong did not say a word before disembarking with his men.

When Fang Zhanbo saw Ruan Mei being wheeled out of the operating room, and then saw Huang Jiahao, looking exhausted, giving him an 'OK' sign, he was overjoyed.

"Doctor, thank you so much. In addition to the medical expenses you are obligated to pay, I will give you an extra reward."

Thank you so much!

"No need to thank me, Mr. He has already paid the due payment."

She's out of danger now, you can go and chat with her, but remember, don't overexert her.

After saying that, Huang Jiahao walked towards the locker room.

He hasn't slept for over twenty hours and is now truly exhausted.

……

It was almost midnight when we got back to Bijia Mountain.

Sai Wai came to report the situation to Ho Yiu Chung. It turned out that after signing the development contract for Mount Davis yesterday afternoon, Big D arranged for the real estate company's employees to go to Mount Davis to demolish the refugee camp.

"Brother Yao, the police department is clearly setting a trap for you."

Silvermine Bay refugee camp has been abandoned for a long time, but in the last few days, these desperate people have been transferring Vietnamese refugees there.

The Ministry of Justice filed an appeal, while the police department replied that the refugee camps were already overcrowded and these people had to be detained in Silvermine Bay.

After listening to Xiwei's report, He Yaozong raised his hand and glanced at his watch.

He sneered, "What is Big D doing now?"

"He's waiting for your reply. After all, this is a very important matter, and he doesn't dare to make a decision rashly."

"Fuck your mother, Big D is such a wimp, he doesn't dare to take responsibility for anything!"

"Call him right now and tell him to forget about everything else and just demolish the Silvermine Bay refugee camp."

"But Brother Yao, there are disciplinary officers and police guarding that area!"

He Yaozong glared at Xiwei: "What does this have to do with us? That land now belongs to Hengyao Real Estate!"

Whether they're willing to stay or not, and where those Vietnamese guys go, what does it have to do with me?

Xiwei hesitated, "Brother Yao, the people from the Ministry of Justice told me that if we forcibly demolish the house, it might..."

"Damn it! I'll hold the sky up even if it falls, what are you afraid of!"

"Brother Yao, I'm only doing this for your own good."

Xiwei shrugged and then did as He Yaozong instructed.

Late at night, Big D had already fallen asleep.

Xiwei made the call, which rang for a long time before Da D's lazy voice finally came through the receiver.

"Who?"

"Big D, Yao is back. He wants you to send people to Silvermine Bay right now to dismantle that refugee camp!"

Big D was instantly awakened on the other end of the phone.

"Did you explain the situation at Silvermine Bay to him clearly?"

"Brother Yao knows everything. You just need to do your job."

"Hey, I don't think you've explained the situation over there clearly."

Xiwei, give the phone to the boss, I need…

"Alright, Yao-ge has already gone to bed. Who would dare to disturb him at this hour?"

"If you have something to say, why don't you call him yourself and see if he'll answer?"

"Damn it! Aren't you making things difficult for me?"

Siu Wai chuckled awkwardly, "Why would I make things difficult for Brother D?"

“You have no idea how powerful our leader is now. Outside, people either call him Mr. Ho or the leader.”

At the very least, one should respectfully address him as Boss He.

"Of all the people in Wo Luen Shing, only your group still calls him Brother Yiu. At this hour, instead of helping to clarify things, you want me to go and get a beating from him?"

"Brother D, I really can't help you with this. Just tell me whether you're going or not."

If I don't go, I'll just tell Yao-ge the truth later.

"Go! Of course you want to go!"

On the other end of the phone, Big D hung up after speaking and got up to get dressed.

Sleepy-eyed Sister-in-law D rubbed her eyes and looked at D, who had turned on the bedside lamp and was already getting dressed, and couldn't help but ask.

"Big D, what are you doing so late?"

"Of course he's going to keep mistresses outside, not to dismantle the refugee camp at Moxing Ridge!"

Big D responded irritably, then fastened his belt, picked up his coat from the bedside table, draped it over his shoulders, and grumbled as he walked outside.

Silvermine Bay Refugee Camp.

Gao Feng and his group sat on a hillside by the sea, gazing blankly at the dark sea.

This group of people received special attention from the Correctional Services Department and were assigned to joint patrols at the beach tonight to maintain order during the second half of the night.

"Brother, the conditions here are really much better than those at the White Stone Refugee Camp."

I see there's hardly anyone guarding this place, so... let's just find a chance to escape!

One of the underlings approached Gao Feng and whispered a question to him.

Other underlings immediately chimed in.

"Yes, quite a few brothers escaped from the White Stone Refugee Camp earlier."

"If we stay here and cooperate with the Hong Kong Island police, and they change their tune one day and deport us, it will be too late for us to regret it."

"Shut up!"

Gao Feng shouted angrily, then sighed.

"If you escape, you'll be a rat in the sewers for the rest of your life."

I'm terrified of living that kind of life of hiding and running. I want to lead my brothers and live an honest and upright life!
I want to be a Hong Kong Islander, a true Hong Kong Islander!

Whether foreigners and the police will agree to me becoming a Hong Kong Island resident is unknown, but in short, the bulldozer brought by Big D is not going to allow it at the moment.

Just as Gao Feng and his group were looking forward to their future, the roar of engines could be heard from the distant dirt road.

(End of this chapter)