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

Chapter 216, Part Seven: No Wins, No Losses

In Hei Zai Rong's seaside villa, Wu Ying was sitting opposite the current leader of Wo Luen Shing, with blood still seeping from the gauze on his face.

"Brother Rong, I am Fly."

His voice was hoarse but firm: "I know that you Water Room and Number Gang have always been at odds. Brother Hua asked me to pass on a message to you—three hundred million to buy out Number Gang's name in Macau!"

"Flies? I recognize them!"

Hei Zai Rong smiled and nodded, then put down his cigar and continued, "When working for Mr. He, talking about money would hurt our feelings!"

"Brother Rong is wise."

Fly licked his chapped lips: "My boss means that matters of the underworld should be settled within the underworld; he doesn't want to get his hands dirty."

Hei Zai Rong laughed even louder: "So you don't want to get your hands dirty! Fine, tell Brother Hua that An Le and I will take this job."

After hanging up the phone, Fly glanced back at the dazzling neon sign of Willy Hall. He knew that the triad order in Macau was about to change again.

The following morning, Blackie Rong received Fly at the private club on the top floor of the Lisboa Hotel.

This man, who was close to fifty years old and was the head of the gang, wore a well-tailored gray suit and had his hair slicked back. He looked more like a successful businessman than a gangster boss.

Hei Zai Rong took the check from Wu Ying and examined it carefully under the light.

"Mr. He is indeed very generous."

Fly handed over a document: "Brother Rong, these are the property ownership certificates for the twelve venues surrounding Diamond Hall. My boss, Brother Hua, has already bought them all."

"Once the number is taken down, all these venues will be managed by He Anle."

A glint of greed flashed in Hei Zai Rong's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure: "Mr. He, you're too kind. Isn't this clearly treating me like an outsider?!"

Although he said that, he took the document without the slightest hesitation.

"Brother Rong is joking."

Fly revealed a sinister smile: "The boss just feels that some businesses in Macau should be handled by someone who knows the rules better!"

Hei Zai Rong gently placed the check on the table, then suddenly changed the subject: "I heard you were badly beaten by the men of Meng Gui Tian?"

The fly's facial muscles twitched, but it quickly managed a smile again.

"It's a minor injury, nothing serious."

But I got beaten up, and my boss lost face too. Brother Rong, don't you think so?

"well said!"

Hei Zai Rong slammed his fist on the table: "That old bastard Wan Kuok Koi, relying on his godfather who's a cop to back him up, has been running rampant in Macau for so many years. It's time to teach him a lesson!"

That afternoon, the bloodiest gang fight in ten years broke out on the streets of Haojiang.

Wo On Lok deployed nearly a hundred knife-wielding men to raid seven casinos and underground banks belonging to the Number Gang on the peninsula.

Just as Wan Kuok-koi's favorite henchman, Ho-jai, stepped out of the Lover's Apartment, he was shot by three gunmen in the street, sustaining seventeen gunshot wounds, and his blood stained the entire road red.

Haozai's body was laid in a kneeling position, with a note stuck to his forehead that read, "Pay back your debts."

When Broken Tooth Koi received the news, he was in a meeting in the Diamond Hall. He overturned the conference table, and the mahogany tabletop crashed onto the marble floor with a deafening thud.

"Damn it! That old bastard Hei Zai Rong is tired of living!"

Broken Tooth Koi's eyes were bloodshot, and the scars on his face were twisted with rage. As expected, this former gangster godfather of Macau had no choice but to carry out a bloody revenge against Wo On Lok.

However, before the Number Gang could launch its counterattack, the Hou Kong Police Superintendent mobilized all its forces and, under the pretext of cracking down on crime in Hou Kong, raided more than twenty of the Number Gang's establishments.

What alarmed Broken Tooth Koi even more was that the team leader was none other than the Portuguese man, Bai De'an, who had always been at odds with him.

"Brother Ju, something terrible has happened!"

Meng Guitian rushed into the office in a panic: "We just received news from the Lisboa Casino that our gaming license has been temporarily suspended! The Diamond Hall must immediately cease operations for rectification!"

Broken Tooth Koi dropped his cigar to the ground: "Did...did Mr. He send any message?"

"I didn't bring any words, just..."

"Just what?!"

"But Brother Amu said that from now on, our Number Gang is not allowed to get involved in any casino business in Macau!"

Before he could finish speaking, the piercing sound of police sirens rang out outside the casino.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Broken Tooth Koi saw that more than a dozen police cars had surrounded the Diamond Hall, and Bai De'an was leading fully armed police officers in stride toward them.

"Brother Ju, hurry and leave through the back door!"

Meng Gui Tian tried to pull Wan Ya Ju away, but was pushed away.

"Why would I leave? In Macau, no one dares to touch me, Broken Tooth Koi!"

Broken Tooth Koi straightened his suit and tried to appear calm as he went to the door.

Bai De'an walked in with six heavily armed police officers. The Portuguese police superintendent was blond and blue-eyed and spoke fluent Cantonese.

"Ah Ju, I'm sorry, it's just a routine check."

Broken Tooth Koi suppressed his anger: "Inspector Bai, Diamond Hall has always operated legally, what you're doing is..."

"You think it's legal just because you say so?"

Bai De'an sneered, pulled a stack of photos from his briefcase, and slammed them onto the gambling table: "Hao Zai was killed in the street, and more than thirty members of the Number Gang were involved in an armed brawl. Is this what you call legal?"

In the photo, Haozai's body lies on the street, surrounded by bullet casings and bloodstains.

Broken Tooth Koi's face turned ashen, but he remained silent.

"According to the newly revised Gaming Law of Macau, the Diamond Hall is suspected of providing a venue for triad activities, and its license has been revoked immediately."

Bai De'an looked around and raised his voice: "Listen up, everyone, Diamond Hall is closed indefinitely from this moment on!"

The casino patrons immediately stirred, while the staff exchanged bewildered glances.

Broken Tooth Koi felt a wave of dizziness; his painstakingly built business empire was collapsing before his very eyes.

"Inspector Bai, may I speak to you in private?"

Broken Tooth Koi pulled Bai De'an to a corner and said in a low voice, "Don't side with outsiders. No matter how bad I, Broken Tooth Koi, am, I am still a native of Macau!"

Bai De'an gave him a meaningful look, then spoke without any hesitation: "Who do you think you are? What are you implying?"
Broken Tooth Koi, your kind of scum is called a gangster in Macau, a short mule in Taiwan, and in mainland China, you'd be a triad member worthy of being shot!

You think you're qualified to go toe-to-toe with Hengyao's boss? How naive!

Broken Tooth Koi was struck dumb. He finally understood what he was facing—not only the alliance between Wo Luen Shing and Wo On Lok, but also a complete reshuffling of the power structure in Macau.

Over the next three days, Broken Tooth Koi experienced the darkest moment of his life.

His casinos, nightclubs, and underground banks were successively shut down; banks suddenly began demanding loan repayments; suppliers who had cooperated with him for many years terminated their contracts; and even his most trusted lawyers made excuses to avoid meeting him.

What's even more frightening is that the attacks on euthanasia are becoming increasingly unrestrained.

Blackie Wing's men openly collect viewing fees on the Number Gang's territory. Whenever the Number Gang tries to retaliate, the police always "coincidentally" appear, taking away the Number Gang members while ignoring Wo On Lok.

On the morning of the fourth day, Broken Tooth Koi sat alone in his empty office, the ashtray in front of him overflowing with cigarette butts.

He dialed Bai De'an's number, his voice hoarse and unlike his own: "Sir, I want to talk to Hei Zai Rong."

A cold laugh came from the other end of the phone: "Are you crazy? What's the point of talking to Hei Zai Rong?"

"Broken Tooth Koi, use your brain! Go talk to someone at Willie Hall. We want to finish work early too. Do you know how much trouble you've caused us police superintendents lately?!"

Broken Tooth Koi's hands began to tremble. He should have realized it sooner—the mastermind behind all this was indeed the never-before-seen Ho Yiu Chung...

People only develop a sense of awe when they feel pain, and Broken Tooth Koi is no exception.

The VIP room at Willie Hall was even more luxurious than Broken Tooth Koi had imagined.

Handmade Persian carpets, genuine Italian leather sofas, and priceless antique calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls.

Ahua sat in the main seat, dressed in a suit and tie, calmly brewing Kung Fu tea, as if he were just receiving an ordinary guest.

"Brother Ju, you've finally figured it out?"

Ahua didn't even look up. He took a sip of tea and then said, "I won't prepare tea for you. Just say what you need to say. I'm very busy!"

Broken Tooth Koi cut to the chase: "Ah Hua, the incident where they messed with your brother was something my men did abruptly!"
"I admit defeat this time. Name your terms, what will it take for you to let me go?"

Ah Hua gently blew on the steam rising from the tea: "Brother Ju is joking. We at Lian Sheng have always been law-abiding citizens; how could we dare to interfere with the Numbers Gang?" "Enough!"

Broken Tooth Koi slammed his fist on the table: "What exactly do you want? Money? Territory? Or my old life?"

Ahua finally raised his head, his eyes as cold as knives: "Brother Ju, you've got one thing wrong—it's not about what we want, but what you can still hold onto!"

He put down his teacup, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "But then again, aside from your worthless life, we'd love to have everything else!"

Broken Tooth Koi's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"You... you..."

Before Broken Tooth Koi could finish speaking, Ah Wah interrupted him.

"Oh right, I forgot to tell you, it's no use talking to me now. I gave you a chance that night, but you didn't cherish it."

Now that the boss is personally involved, you can talk to him yourself!

After a long silence, Broken Tooth Koi finally spoke.

"how long?"

"Eight o'clock in the evening, but Brother Ju, please make sure you keep track of the time."

"I'm not the boss. He hates broken promises the most. If you're even a second late, I feel like you could start making your own funeral arrangements!"

……

At 7:50 p.m. that evening, Broken Tooth Koi arrived at the private casino on the top floor of Willy Hall ten minutes ahead of schedule.

He specially changed into a brand new suit and even sprayed on cologne, but he couldn't hide the fear in his eyes.

At 8:00 a.m. sharp, He Yaozong walked in, surrounded by four bodyguards.

"Broken Tooth Koi, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

He Yaozong smiled and extended his hand, his voice gentle and polite.

Broken Tooth Koi quickly stood up to greet him, grasping Ho Yiu Chung's hands with both of them: "Mr. Ho, you're too kind. I just arrived too."

He Yaozong sat down in the main seat and gestured for his bodyguards to step aside. An eerie silence filled the air.

"I heard that Brother Ju has run into some trouble lately?"

He Yaozong poured himself a glass of red wine, speaking as casually as if he were talking about the weather.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Broken Tooth Koi's forehead: "It is thanks to Mr. Ho's leniency that I, Broken Tooth Koi, am still alive today."

He Yaozong chuckled lightly: "You flatter me. Actually, I've always admired you. Starting from scratch, it's not easy to build a business in Macau."

This praise made Broken Tooth Koi even more uneasy; he couldn't figure out what Ho Yiu Chung was up to.

"Mr. He, I was blind to your greatness before."

Broken Tooth Koi decided to get straight to the point: "If you're kind enough, the Number Gang is willing to withdraw from all junket business in Macau, and the Diamond Hall can also be transferred to Hengyao Group at a low price."

He Yaozong swirled his wine glass, the bright red liquid reflecting an eerie light under the lamp: "Do you think I'm short of money?"

Broken Tooth Koi was speechless. Hengyao Group had a market value of over 100 billion, so they really looked down on his small business.

"Then... what does Mr. He want?"

Broken Tooth Koi's voice began to tremble.

"Of course I'm short of money! You can't build a big business if you're not short of money!"

He Yaozong put down his wine glass, snapped his fingers, and immediately a henchman took out a deck of cards from his suit pocket and handed it to him.

"To be fair, you made your fortune in Macau through casinos. Let's play a game: compare the size of three cards."

If you win, this matter will be over; if you lose…

He paused meaningfully, then said, "Do it my way!"

Broken Tooth Koi's eyes lit up. He had been in the casinos since he was a child and knew the card skills inside and out. He was confident that he would never lose to Ho Yiu Chung in terms of card skills.

Is the other party giving themselves a way out?
"Mr. He is straightforward!"

Broken Tooth Koi didn't have time to think and eagerly took the cards: "Shall I deal the cards?"

He Yaozong gestured for him to go ahead, a barely perceptible smile flashing in his eyes.

Broken Tooth Koi skillfully shuffled and cut the cards, his movements fluid and effortless.

This is a familiar and effective card-making method, ensuring that he gets a straight while also dealing He Yaozong a pair of Kings and a miscellaneous card.

"Mr. He, please."

Broken Tooth Koi pushed three cards in front of Ho Yiu Chung, while carefully examining his own cards—10, J, Q, a perfect straight.

After laying down his cards and finding that his strategy hadn't gone wrong, Broken Tooth Koi breathed a sigh of relief.

He Yaozong didn't even look at his own cards, but just smiled and stared at Broken Tooth Koi: "Aren't you going to look at my cards?"

Broken Tooth Koi forced himself to remain calm: "Mr. He, please go first."

He Yaozong slowly turned over two cards—the King of Hearts and the King of Diamonds.

The third card remains face down.

"Looks like I'm going to win unless this card is also a King."

He Yaozong gently tapped the unrevealed card: "What do you think?"

Broken Tooth Koi's breathing became rapid. He clearly remembered that he had been dealt a miscellaneous card, but Ho Yiu Chung's confident demeanor made him begin to doubt himself.

But in an instant, Broken Tooth Koi realized something even more terrifying!

He suddenly realized that no matter what the card was, he was doomed to lose—the only card he could say was 'K'!
"I……"

Broken Tooth Koi's throat tightened, and his shirt was soaked with sweat.

He Yaozong maintained that chilling smile: "Let me remind you, the worst thing you can do at the gambling table is to hesitate."

With trembling hands, Broken Tooth Koi gently lifted a corner of the card.

The moment he saw the card, his pupils contracted sharply—it was clearly a 3 of clubs!

But when he looked up and met He Yaozong's deep gaze, a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"It's...it's the King of Hearts..."

With difficulty, Broken Tooth Koi uttered these words: "Mr. He, you won with your Leopard King!"

He Yaozong nodded in satisfaction. Clearly, Wan Kuok-koi was aware that he had just narrowly escaped death.

It's wise to sometimes play dumb; that's a kind of wisdom. With that in mind, Broken Tooth Koi can survive.

"good eyesight."

Ho Yiu-chung put away the playing cards: "Starting tomorrow, the Number Gang will completely withdraw from the casino business in Macau, and all venues will be taken over by the Water Room."

He paused for a moment, then said, "As for you, go on vacation to Southeast Asia or North America, and never come back."

Broken Tooth Koi slumped in the chair, as if all the bones in his body had been removed.

He finally understood that he had no chance of winning in this game.

"Mr. He..."

Broken Tooth Koi wanted to make one last desperate attempt.

He Yaozong had already stood up and was adjusting his suit cuffs.

"Stop talking. Leaving now is better than being dragged to be shot at later. If you don't like it, you can stay in Macau and pretend I didn't say anything!"

He Yaozong's words were like a heavy punch to Broken Tooth Koi's chest, and he realized something in a daze.

But he also understood that even if he felt extremely resentful, he could only swallow his bitterness.

If I keep rambling on, tonight will be a perfect day for target practice...

(End of this chapter)