Hong Kong films: Drawing lots to determine death? I'll send the boss to the Western Paradise.

Chapter 114 "114" I, Liang Zheng, am the most respectful of the elderly and loving of the young.
"Master Huo!"

"Master Huo!"

Huo Huan walked onto the street and saw many gangsters on the roadside greeting him with respect in their eyes. The group numbered over a hundred as they walked.

Seeing this, Huo Huan's eyes were full of pride, and his vanity was greatly satisfied.

That bastard Liang Zheng really wasn't lying to me.

The Huo family boxing gym gained considerable fame from the fight in Causeway Bay, and now, less than a month later, Huo Huan's reputation has been made extremely prominent in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Now, half of Yau Tsim Mong knows that Leung Kwong has a Fok Family Boxing Gym under her command, which has helped train many elite fighters and helped Leung Kwong expand her territory.

Huo Huan was overjoyed.

After all, he's getting on in years. He has money and connections, but what he lacks is fame. Now he has more than enough of it, so why wouldn't he be happy?

"It doesn't seem like it would be a bad idea to let Xiaomin marry this guy." Huo Huan suddenly had a thought, quite different from when they first met.

After all, only through strong alliances can we produce even stronger offspring.

He had personally witnessed how Nan Zheng rose from humble beginnings to become an almost entirely successful person.

And this took less than three months.

"Wei." After arriving at Salisbury Road, Huo Huan called Zheng Wei, who was cleaning up the mess. This used to be Axe Jun's territory, which he had occupied for many years, but it was all swallowed up by Nan Zheng in just one night.

One can imagine his ambition and methods.

"Master, what's the matter?" Zheng Wei asked, somewhat surprised. "Master, don't you dislike going out? This is unusual."

He turned around and understood, then burst into laughter: "You used to think it was shameful to train gangsters, but now that you're powerful, you're showing off yourself, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Huo Huan slapped him, seemingly having been truly hit where it hurt, then changed the subject, saying, "The boxing gym still needs someone to train, so I'll leave this to you. You go train."

"Work hard for Liangzheng from now on, and don't disgrace our Huo Family Boxing Gym."

"Okay." Zheng Wei nodded subconsciously, then paused, his face filled with shock: "No, Master, what did you say? You're going to clean up the mess?"

"Why, it can't work?"

"Fine, fine, you decide." Zheng Wei scratched his head, somewhat incredulous, but still left.

In fact, Zheng Wei had previously disliked Nan Zheng, after all, she was just a gangster, but he changed his opinion quite a bit last night.

I was extremely fearful in my heart.

Zheng Wei was terrified when he saw Liang Zheng's capable and ace-of-the-art players, with thousands of people acting as her henchmen.

There's no room for any ulterior motives left.

He is jealous and greedy, not stupid.

On the other side, Huo Huan walked into the street where Axe Jun used to be, with his hands behind his back. The densely packed gangsters around him greeted him with laughter.

"Master Huo!"

"Master Huo! I practiced with your sword, and last night I took down ten men at once."

"Master Huo! Do you have any other tricks up your sleeve? I want to have a threesome with Brother Zheng every night!"

The gangsters, like a throng of people, surrounded him, boasting excitedly as they followed him. Huo Huan felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, as if he had reached his peak.

He wasn't there to clean up any mess; he was just there to show off.

……

Meanwhile, in a private room on the second floor of the Youguqi Restaurant, Jiang Sheng looked at Uncle Bo in front of him and said sarcastically, "Uncle Bo, your men are really powerful now, dominating Tsim Sha Tsui. Pretty cool, huh!"

“Young people naturally have their own way of life. I can’t control how famous he becomes. He’s old, how can I possibly manage him?” Uncle Bo said with a smile.

"Not to mention that dinosaurs are his boss now."

"Young Master Jiang, I thought you invited me here today just for a meal and a chat... I didn't expect you to ask me to be a peacemaker. Tsk tsk, you've put me in a difficult position."

“It’s not difficult, but we still have to do it.” Jiang Sheng tapped the table and said directly, “Uncle Bo, no matter what, Liang Zheng was trained by you.”

If this continues, it won't benefit anyone, do you understand?

"After all, if things really get out of hand, I can't control those kids. They might not be able to beat Liang Zheng, but they can beat you, right?"

Uncle Bo's face immediately darkened.

Damn it, this bastard is clearly threatening us.

However, Uncle Bo couldn't say much, since he was now retired and powerless. How could he fight against these people?
"Damn it, at your age, you still have to be dragged out and used as a cannon fodder," Uncle Bo cursed.

Turning his head, Jiang Sheng patted him on the shoulder again and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you. As long as you handle this matter, I'll give you a million."

"That's more like it," Uncle Bo muttered. People always have to plan for themselves.

After thinking for a moment, he asked again, "What do you want me to do?"

"It's very simple. Either Liang Zheng gives up all of Axe Jun's territory and we can live in peace from now on, or he pays money to return the territory and we can keep to ourselves from interfering with each other from now on..." Jiang Sheng said eloquently.

Uncle Bo's lips twitched, his eyelids twitched wildly, and he looked at Jiang Sheng as if he were an idiot.

They haven't even secured their territory yet, and you're already telling them to back out? And you expect to pay them?

Are you fucking an idiot?

Before long, Handsome Kun arrived with Harry and a few of Madman's confidants.

Jiang Sheng immediately beamed with a smile: "Brother Kun, it's been a long time!"

"It's been a long time," Liang Kun said calmly, then lit another cigarette. "How do you want to talk? Tell me first."

"It's like this... Hmm? Where's Liangzheng?" Jiang Sheng was about to speak when he suddenly realized that the person in charge was not there, and he was stunned.

“Liang Zheng is more of a diva than me now! She’s late, and probably won’t be here anytime soon. Let’s talk first,” Liang Kun said, leaning back in his chair.

Jiang Sheng sneered, "The leader is here, but the underlings aren't. Brother Kun, if I were the leader like you, I'd rather smash my head against a block of tofu and die."

"Do you think you're some kind of four-eyed monster? What are you bragging about?" Liang Kun mocked.

Jiang Sheng's smile froze instantly.

He hates it when people are sarcastic or mocking. He's a puppet, but that's the truth.

"Huh? Uncle Bo?" Liang Kun then noticed that the person sitting next to Jiang Sheng was Uncle Bo from Zhongyi Hall, and asked in surprise, "Why aren't you enjoying your retirement at Zhongyi Hall? What are you doing here?"

"Young Master Jiang told me to be a peacemaker, so I've come and taken a look," Uncle Bo said indifferently.

A playful smile appeared on Liang Kun's lips.

Jiang Sheng is playing with fire by making such a fool of himself.

There's going to be a good show coming.

……

A moment later, a young man with an air of arrogance swaggered in, opened his arms wide, and laughed, "Wow, so many people here! Whose seventh day is it today?"

"Liang Zheng!" Chen Yaoqing gritted his teeth as soon as he saw Nan Zheng enter. Because of this blunder, two of his sworn brothers and two of his most capable allies had died. How could he possibly swallow this insult?
However, Nan Zheng ignored him completely, perhaps because she hadn't heard him at all. She sat down and glanced at the dining table. "Uncle Bo, what brings you here? Is there a plane to masturbate to today? You're such an old man... Hahaha, are you alright?"

"Of course I can't," Uncle Bo forced a smile, his heart sinking as his hair stood on end, as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast, and he was drenched in sweat.

Liang Zheng's imposing presence is truly extraordinary.

"You're late for negotiations? You're really something else," Jiang Sheng said jokingly, glancing at Liang Kun.

"Do I have a habit of arriving early?" Nan Zheng glanced at Jiang Sheng with a look of disdain.

“Liangzheng, now that you’re here, I won’t waste any more words… The higher-ups have already given the order: as long as you hand over Axe Jun’s territory, no matter what happens today, we’ll be friends from now on.”

But if you don't let them out, tens of thousands of people from the New York City are eyeing you covetously. Even if you take over so many streets, you won't be able to hold them.

"Now we'll see if you know what's good for you," Jiang Sheng said, tapping the table.

Suddenly, Liang Kun laughed.

"Jiang Sheng... are you kidding me?" Nan Zheng slammed her legs on the table, biting a toothpick and swaying back and forth, exuding an air of unbridled freedom and a hint of arrogant composure.

Jiang Sheng said directly, "I'm not bluffing you, this is the truth! No matter how good you are at fighting, how ruthless you are, or how fierce you are, you can't possibly defeat so many people from Xinji."

"Your boss and your former boss are both here now. If you want to talk, then talk properly, otherwise..."

A fierce glint flashed in Nan Zheng's eyes. She suddenly pulled back her foot and kicked the dining table over with great force. The entire table instantly veered off course and crashed into Jiang Sheng like a metal plate, startling everyone present.

Chen Yaoqing immediately stepped forward and pressed down on the dining table with one hand, but the other side was still unmoved and spun out, knocking Uncle Bo over.

The atmosphere in the private room instantly became tense, but Nan Zheng ignored it and got up to smash a chair over. Jiang Sheng was so scared that he turned his head to dodge, and the chair hit the wall and exploded due to uneven force.

Various wood chips flew everywhere, and Jiang Sheng was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Fuck your mother! What are you doing?"

"Don't move! Or we'll kill you!" The Xinji people and Wang Jianguo's group immediately confronted each other, both sides with very short tempers and murderous intent in their eyes.

However, Nan Zheng, her eyes filled with malice, rushed towards Jiang Sheng and slapped him so hard that his head tilted to the side.

"You want me to return the territory?"

Then came another slap.

"You're threatening me?"

Then another slap.

"Who do you think you are, you little tyrant! Go back and ask Four-Eyed Dragon if he dares to talk to me like that!"

"Fuck your mother, a bastard trying to learn his master's tricks of intimidation and bluffing? Do you think you can do that? You weren't even that good back in the day!"

Nan Zheng slapped Jiang Sheng across the face repeatedly. When he tried to retaliate, she kicked him so hard that he fell to his knees, coughed up blood, and slid seven or eight meters away on the ground.

She kicked him all the way to the corner of the wall and kept kicking him until he knocked out most of his teeth, broke his nose, and was covered in blood and gore. His screams went from loud to weak and feeble, and he was on the verge of death. The whole process lasted for half a minute before Nan Zheng finally managed to catch his breath and then snapped his fingers.

Wang Jianguo immediately handed him a gun.

"How can you be so inhumane? Did I say I pulled out a gun? You got tired of shooting, didn't you even bring a chair?" Nan Zheng laughed wildly, then sat down in the chair that Wang Jianguo had brought over.

I lit a cigarette with my legs crossed, took a few puffs, and finally felt refreshed.

Jiang Sheng suddenly moved, and Nan Zheng kicked him again, cursing, "When did I tell you to move?"

"That's a bodily reaction. The brain thinks this guy is about to die, so it triggers its instincts," said Liang Kun casually, his arm around his shoulder, watching with great interest.

"You're cultured... But did I fucking trigger his brain's instincts? Did you even ask me before you tried to do it?" Nan Zheng sneered and kicked him again.

He then pointed to the henchmen of the New Triad Bureau who were blocked at the door:

"Call Four-Eyed Dragon and ask him if he wants to live or die."

"Damn it, trying to bully me?" Nan Zheng cursed, then suddenly turned around and slapped Uncle Bo across the face as he was about to get up.

"Are you fucking senile? Are you trying to pull a fast one on me with a stranger? If you had any sense, you would have made an excuse to pee and left!"
"Fuck your mother! What are you trying to do here? How much did Xinji pay you? You'd better be alive to spend the money, even if you're lucky!"

"Don't think that just because you brought me along, you can talk nonsense in front of me. If I don't like you, I'll still skin you alive and use you as a lantern."

Nan Zheng grabbed Uncle Bo, whose face was bruised and swollen, and patted his face, her eyes still flashing with a fierce light: "Old man, did you hear me?"

“Ah Zheng, it’s not like I insisted on coming! I had no idea you were going to negotiate. Jiang Sheng invited me to dinner, so I came… He also said that if I didn’t act as a peacemaker this time, he would kill me or him!” Uncle Bo shouted as his hair was being pulled.

He thought he would have some face in front of Liang Zheng.

But after a few slaps, he realized that he had no face at all.

Nan Zheng looked at Liang Kun, who grinned mischievously and said, "I don't know, because I was late too."

“It’s true, I can testify!” As soon as Nan Zheng looked at one of Jiang Sheng’s henchmen, the man trembled all over as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast. His hair stood on end, and he nodded rapidly.

"Oh, really?" Nan Zheng's expression immediately changed, and she said calmly, "Then it's alright."

He turned around and started cursing again: "Damn it! Who beat my boss Uncle Bo like this? I'll skin him alive!"

"I fell down by myself, I fell down!" Uncle Bo shouted hurriedly as soon as he finally waited for Nan Zheng to have selective amnesia.

"You fell? How come you fell and got a scalp all over your head and more than a dozen slap marks on your face? Uncle Bo, you really are too careless... But I, Liang Zheng, have always respected the elderly and cared for the young! Don't worry, no matter what, you were once my boss, I will definitely not treat you unfairly." Nan Zheng respectfully helped Uncle Bo up.

He then added, "Wang Jianguo, please ask Uncle Bo to go back and give him another 200,000 yuan for medical expenses."

"Tsk tsk, how did you fall like that? At your age, you're so careless..."

Uncle Bo: ...

He now understood that Liang Zheng was ruthless, audacious, lawless, and had no manners whatsoever.

If I really dare to get involved in his affairs, I'm afraid next time I'll lose not just my scalp but my life.

Uncle Bo was terrified and stumbled away without even taking the 200,000 yuan.

"Boss, Uncle Bo is incredibly fast! Looks like we can save on that 200,000." Wang Jianguo laughed, but the Xinji staff glared at them fiercely through gritted teeth.

The key issue is that they can't get in yet because Xiahou Wu and his men are too powerful and cover a large area, so they can only stand at the entrance in a helpless rage.

Just like a dog barking.

However, at that moment, Chen Yaoqing suppressed his anger and handed over the phone: "It's Fourth Master's phone!"

"Boss." Wang Jianguo took the phone and walked over to hand it to Nan Zheng, who was sitting with her legs crossed, smoking.

He lazily took it and said, "Hello?"

"Young Master Zheng, it's just a negotiation, there's no need to resort to violence or bloodshed, is there?" Four-Eyed Dragon laughed on the phone.

Nan Zheng sneered: "If I take action, wouldn't that suit your wishes just the way it is? After all, the most important thing for gangsters to do things is to have a legitimate reason. I'm giving you that opportunity now."

We can do it tonight. Your dog is really something else!

Tens of thousands of people are ganging up on me, Liang Zheng, and I'm so scared... Hahahaha! Sorry, I just couldn't help but laugh out loud.

But like I said, I was really terrified, after all, there were tens of thousands of people!

"Fourth Master, right? How about we make a bet and see if my ten thousand men from the New Business Group kill me first, or if I beat your whole family first and your whole family dies first?" Nan Zheng said with a smile, silencing the call with her words.

Four-Eyed Dragon finally understood: Liang Zheng was a complete lunatic.

"Release them, we'll call it even, and from now on we'll keep to ourselves." After a moment of silence, Four-Eyed Dragon said.

"Okay. But remember this: if you want to play games, I'm ready to play to the end. Within three days, no matter who hits me, I'll hit you back." Nan Zheng couldn't detect any emotion in the voice on the phone; clearly, Four-Eyed Dragon was a very cunning person.

However, even the most shrewd and calculating person couldn't help but grit their teeth upon hearing this: "Are you playing with fire? You think you can just hit me no matter who hits you? How can I possibly care about all that?"

"Damn, I misspoke." Nan Zheng slapped her forehead.

Then, with a smile, he added, "Let me say it again: within three days, whoever from the New Detective Agency hits me, I'll hit you in return. Fourth Master, don't say I didn't prepare you in advance; you'd better send your wife and children abroad first, just in case something unexpected happens when the fight breaks out, otherwise you'll be crying your eyes out and living a lonely old age..."

He then threw the phone back, stood up, straightened his suit, and strode away.

But before they had taken more than a few steps, they suddenly smelled a stench. Nan Zheng turned back to the corner of the wall, pointed at the unconscious Jiang Sheng, and laughed loudly: "Wow, look, look! Xinji's boss has been beaten so badly that he's pooped and pissed himself!"

"Big news! The super-powerful, explosive big boss who can easily pull out tens of thousands of people to beat up a single leader has actually been beaten so badly that he's shitting himself... Does anyone have a camera? Anyone? Quickly take a picture, it'll definitely be a sensation in Hong Kong and Southeast Asia tomorrow!"

"Boss, there isn't any!" Wang Jianguo shouted. The people at Xinji were even angrier, especially Chen Yaoqing, whose eyes were filled with murderous rage.

"If they don't have any, we'll go out and buy some. After all, they're the top dog that can easily pull out ten thousand people to fight it out. We definitely have to leave him with an unforgettable memory." Nan Zheng said with a smile. In no time, the waiter returned with the goods. When the people from Xinji tried to grab them, Xiahou Wu and the others fought back.

Finally, when a gun was pointed at his head, Chen Yaoqing and his gang of thugs finally behaved themselves.

Bodyguards, it's not unusual for them to have guns, is it?
As long as you don't shoot or kill anyone during the day, there's basically nothing to worry about.

Anyway, it's legal.

Finally, Nan Zheng took dozens of full-body photos of Jiang Sheng before leading her people away, laughing loudly.

After this series of actions, which were both deadly and psychologically damaging, Chen Yaoqing and his associates were furious.

"Let's go." Liang Kun then covered his nose and left, satisfied.

This show was really enjoyable to watch.

"Boss, this Liang Zheng is too arrogant. She doesn't even respect you." Madman said from the side, still remembering the grudge Liang Zheng had for kicking his arm and breaking it.

As Liang Kun walked, he said in a good mood, "Yeah, they really don't take me seriously, but the other leaders do?"

Think carefully about the pros and cons, and don't forget why we came back in the first place.

……

"Taibao, call Chen Tianyi and tell him to start a newspaper for fun."

After returning to Tsim Sha Tsui, Nan Zheng called and instructed that he felt it would be a real shame not to release so many photos so that people in Hong Kong could see them.

After hanging up the phone, Xiahou Wu asked, "Did we go too far just now?"

"Really? But I feel like it's not hot enough?" Nan Zheng said, leaving Xiahou Wu speechless.

"That bastard Jiang Sheng is someone I'm supposed to beat up! Since we're going to fight anyway, why not go all out? If you want to play, then play with that four-eyed bastard." Nan Zheng sneered as she got out of the car, then pointed at Wang Jianguo:
"Continue recruiting veterans; this time I need at least a hundred."

“No problem.” Wang Jianguo nodded.

"Let's keep an eye on things tonight; things are definitely going to get turbulent these next few days."

Nan Zheng knew very well that Jiang Sheng had not come to negotiate at all, but only to provoke her into taking action so that he would have a reason to start a war.

Just like what he said to Four-Eyed Dragon earlier.

However, Nan Zheng still maintains that no matter who from Xinji comes to fight, he will fight Four-Eyed Dragon.

If you say you'll wipe out the whole four-eyed dragon family, then you'll definitely wipe out the whole family.

Let's see if that four-eyed bastard has the guts to fight.

Anyway, Nan Zheng's whole family is long dead. Want to play? Then play to your heart's content.

That evening, Nan Zheng went to the film company to check the box office. A week had passed, and the box office had been sluggish, showing signs of decline after reaching 2.5 million.

The final box office is estimated to be around 600 million, with a minimum of 400 million and a maximum of 700 million.

But that's about right. The second place only grossed 960 million. What more can a Category III film expect?
Back in the office, Nan Zheng also wrote an enhanced version of "The Silence of the Lambs" and "The King of Thieves". In any case, the scenes had to be exciting, preferably the kind where they openly and honestly openly fire each other in the street.

The idea of ​​strapping it to the roof of a car and parading it around is also good.

What about the Z-class cars and field battles... compared to these two, isn't it much inferior? It's exciting enough.

After showing the script to Fei Jing, Nan Zheng pondered, "What script should I give Qiu Di?"

"Speaking of which, with such a great figure, it would be a shame if this girl didn't get some leading roles in dramas."

"How about a Hero's True Colors movie? Or a Young and Dangerous movie... Damn, just thinking about it is exciting."

Nan Zheng hasn't decided what movie to make yet.

However, he knew very well that if a live-action version of the Young and Dangerous series were actually made, Chan Ho-nam would be furious and probably wouldn't dare to leave the house again.

After all, it's based on a true story.

Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental and is intended to reflect reality.

She seduced her second sister-in-law while wearing red shoes, killed her father and the big boss, and most importantly, she still managed to take over in the end...

Thinking about it this way, Nan Zheng felt that Chen Haonan's journey as a gangster was truly damn exciting.

It's both explicit and violent, and most importantly, it's packed with buffs; it goes without saying that it'll do very well at the box office.

(End of this chapter)