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

Chapter 133 "133-" Why am I getting chopped up every day?
In Tseung Kwan O, Four-Eyed Dragon, along with a group of senior executives from Sun Kee, held a low-key funeral for Axe Jun and others.

A group of people in black suits stood in two rows, bowing their heads slightly in a moment of silence.

The death of Axe Jun is heartbreaking for Four-Eyed Dragon. The worst part is that the murderer hasn't even been found in Thailand, which is the most infuriating thing.

"Damn it, if I find out who did this to Jun-ge, I'll make sure his whole family is wiped out!" The young man wearing sunglasses next to him gritted his teeth and said. This man was Li Tailong.

Dai Yaqiang and he had been brothers since childhood. When they went out to fight, he would bring Li Tailong with him. Li Tailong had saved his life several times. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was like their parents when they were alive.

To be fair, although the other party was only Axe Jun's henchman, his status and strength were much higher than Li Tailong's.

After all, among the Five Tigers and Ten Heroes, the Ten Heroes are ranked later, and Li Tailong is also at the bottom of the Ten Heroes.

Now the person has fallen dead, and the murderer is that pretty girl from Tsim Sha Tsui.

Li Tailong hated this person to the core.

The funeral ended quickly, and Four-Eyed Dragon led his men back to Wan Chai for a meeting. Li Tai-Lung went straight to the point: "Boss, have we found the killer of Brother Jun?"

"No," Four-Eyed Dragon said calmly.

"You went over there, and you still haven't found it after all this time?" Li Tailong frowned.

Su Long, who was standing next to him, scratched his head and said, "Ah Long, Thailand is currently the most chaotic country in Southeast Asia, without exception."

Warlords controlled the region, drug lords roamed the Golden Triangle, and assassins were everywhere...

Finding the murderer would be incredibly difficult.

Fourth Master went there and asked many people, but he still couldn't figure out how the other party found and entered Ling Jun's residence, let alone find the murderer.

Four-Eyed Dragon didn't actually go looking for the murderer this time, because he knew he couldn't find out at all.

Instead, they went to settle the Axe Jun family.

After all, Su Long was right. The area was controlled by warlords, and no matter how you investigated, you would never get any results. On the contrary, you might be used by others and killed by someone else.

Even if Four-Eyed Dragon, a man whose core value is business, is heartbroken over Axe Jun's death, he would never take that risk.

After all, the dead cannot be resurrected.

"No need to even think about it, it must have been that bastard Liang Zheng who did it!" one of Axe Jun's underlings said irritably.

Four-eyed Dragon turned to look at him: "How do you know it was Liang Zheng who did it?"

“Jun-ge has a grudge against him. He and Tim-ge previously used a dump truck to assassinate Liang-zheng, and Liang-zheng retaliated by robbing several streets in Tsim Sha Tsui... After that, Jun-ge took a boat to Thailand overnight. It should be around that time that Jun-ge was being followed, and then Liang-zheng's men took him out!” The underling blurted out his guess.

"Hmm, that makes a lot of sense." Four-Eyed Dragon nodded, then suddenly added:
"But what Su-ge just said, are you deaf or blind? Didn't you hear that the assassin entered the house first?"

The younger brother was stunned.

"The night I arrived in Thailand, I had already consulted a professional Thai detective and a professional criminal police officer. They almost all gave the same answer... Ah Jun did not struggle before he died, and there were no signs of a struggle."

That means it wasn't a kidnapping, because if it were a kidnapping, anyone would react, let alone Ah Jun, who is the most powerful tiger in Tsim Sha Tsui.

"And there were no signs of a struggle... that can only mean one thing: Ah Jun didn't notice the assassin when he entered the house, and was killed on the spot as soon as he closed the door. Do you understand?" Four-Eyed Dragon glanced at everyone and said.

The henchmen of Xinji all fell silent.

To put it bluntly, the purpose of this meeting was to downplay major issues, accumulate minor ones, and then seize the opportunity later to launch a decisive attack, boost morale, and crush Liang Zheng in one fell swoop.

Four-Eyed Dragon knew very well that in the underworld, evidence was always required for anything.

Otherwise, it wouldn't stand firm.

The Hung Hing triad behind Liang Zheng is no pushover either; they have tens of thousands of men under their control.

Without evidence, you're not in the right. How can you fight back?

"So, the other party might not be Liang Zheng, but they must be an enemy like Liang Zheng. Brother Jun has offended many people in the past, so he might take advantage of this chaos to frame the other party?" Li Tailong asked.

“Yes.” Four-Eyed Dragon nodded approvingly, then said, “That’s also why I came back and held a low-key funeral for Ah Jun.”

It's not that we're afraid of Liang Zheng, but we're afraid that someone will sabotage things and cause both Xinji and Hongxing to suffer losses.

We new students are never afraid of fighting; we've been fighting all the way from Peking University to Shanghai University, and from Shanghai University to Shanghai University.

When it comes to fighting, we've lost and been defeated, but when have we ever been afraid?

"But there's one thing you need to understand: we always rely on evidence and value harmony," Four-Eyed Dragon said, pointing at the crowd before turning and leaving.

"Damn, aren't you still scared? Talking nonsense, I could say that too." A long-haired man said disdainfully. This man was called Mai Gao, one of the Five Tigers.

Li Tailong chuckled: "Mai Gao, if you're so awesome, why don't you go play with Liang Zheng?"

"Nonsense! We're out here to make money. I have no grudge against Liang Zheng, why would I hit her? Are you trying to provoke me?" McGonagall sneered.

"I've had a wonderful time in Hung Hom, why would I want to go and fight with you guys? Are you out of your mind?"

"But you, Li Tailong... your childhood friend helped you get started. If you don't take revenge, you might as well not be in this business."

Even putting aside outsiders, everyone at Xinji would say you're the worst of the worst!

Li Tailong's face immediately darkened.

He did indeed intend to take revenge.

I've been working in Macau recently and just got back, so I'm not ready yet.

After the meeting, Li Tailong left the gang without saying a word. Several of Axe-Hand's underlings immediately came over and said, "Brother Long, shall we hit Liang Zheng?"

"Didn't the boss say that you big shots can settle your scores later? It might not be the murderer who did it."

“We’re not talking about Brother Jun, we’re talking about Brother Qiang! We used to hang out with him, and then Brother Jun took a liking to us and we ended up working for him… Now that he’s dead, the murderer is Liang Zheng, there’s no reason for us not to take action, right?”

Li Tailong's face darkened further.

Now even his underlings are saying they're going to take action. If he doesn't do something, how will he ever be able to get by in the future?
"Wait, I'll call Aqing right now and have him come back to help," Li Tailong said with a stern face, while his underlings were overjoyed.

"Okay, let's go to Tsim Sha Tsui East tonight to check it out."

"If Brother Qing comes back too, and brings those gunmen back with him, we'll definitely be able to take down Liang Zheng!" A few of the underlings went back to prepare their weapons.

What they didn't know was that Nan Zheng had already killed all the gunmen Chen Yaoqing had hired.

Li Tailong had no choice but to go now.

Even if you don't want to do it yourself, the younger ones will push you to do it.

Soon, Li Tailong picked up his car keys, preparing to walk to the side of the street and drive away. Suddenly, a man in a black shirt and baseball cap walked over, head down, his steps light and quick. He was only about 1.5 to 1.6 meters tall and was not noticeable at all in the crowded Wan Chai.

"Brother." The dwarf-like man spoke softly. Li Tailong subconsciously turned around and was met with a gleaming boning knife.

Pfft pfft pfft—

Almost the instant he turned his head, the knife moved. Li Tailong had no time to react. Seven or eight holes were stabbed in his abdomen. His face immediately contorted in pain, and he couldn't say a word. His body instantly went limp and collapsed next to the car.

By the time he came to his senses, the dwarf-like man had already squeezed into the crowd and disappeared into the night.

By the time the new reporters found Li Tailong, he was already dead.

……

The next afternoon, Nan Zheng was still half asleep when she received a phone call.

"Hey?"

"Liangzheng, it's me, Ailian..."

"What love? With whom?" Nan Zheng was completely confused. What a wonderful thing to do so early in the morning?

“It’s not me, it’s me, Ailian,” Ailian repeated over the phone.

"Oh, it's you." Nan Zheng finally sobered up a bit and turned around to scold, "What are you calling so early in the morning? Are you out of your mind?"

Ai Lian was furious.

"You bastard! Isn't that enough? I was thinking of inviting you to dinner tonight."

"Are you coming or not? Amin said he's hosting a banquet, I'm just the middleman."

“He said he wanted to cooperate with you on something… Anyway, it has nothing to do with me. I just bought some anti-inflammatory medicine,” Ailian said, her tone changing after getting into bed.

It was as if they had already found a weakness.

"Inviting me to dinner? And wanting to cooperate with me?" Nan Zheng got up, lit a cigarette, and sneered.
“What can I do with him? Casinos. I can earn three or four million a month, plus all the services, so it can add up to seven or eight million.”

“Zhengxing, almost all of my more than 100 branches are now open, and I make about five million a month.”

"With that, I make tens of millions a month! What's so great about him being so popular that I want to collaborate with him? To steal fans? That's illegal."

"Are you afraid of breaking the law?" Ailian was speechless.

After thinking for a moment, he added, "He's talking about smuggled electrical appliances. They buy a batch from Hong Kong Island and ship them to the north. Each appliance costs two thousand dollars to produce, but can be sold for seven or eight thousand."

If you take away all the various favors and expenses, you can still make three or four thousand yuan per machine.

The profit margin is at least double.

"Is that so?" Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow, showing some interest.

In the movie "Trivisa", when Ye Shiguan was on the run, he encountered smuggling ships. A single ship could earn three or four hundred thousand dollars for a round trip, and there were seven or eight ships at a time.

The scale of the operation was even larger than that of the marine police.

As long as you manage to smooth things over with customs officials on both sides, earning tens of millions a month is really not a problem.

Even a 50/50 split would result in an extra five million in income.

"That's interesting. Send me the address, I'm going tonight." Nan Zheng wasn't one to complain about having too much money.

Once we're familiar with things, we'll take down Fiery Ming.

Then the entire smuggling business would be his.

He wants both money and people.

Given how accommodating Ai Lian had been before, Nan Zheng felt that she would definitely be happy to oblige.

After finishing his cigarette, he went to the restroom, yawned, ate a meal, and then headed to the nightclub.

Before he could even sit down properly, Chan Ho-nam arrived and stuffed the cash on the table into his pocket.

"nailed it."

"The money's been sitting on the table all day untouched? Over a million dollars, aren't you afraid it'll get stolen?"

"Who would dare steal from my office? They wouldn't dare even if they had ten times the guts!"

“If it were me, I’d put it in the safe,” Chan Ho-nam muttered to himself.

"That's because you're poor!" Nan Zheng said disdainfully.

Li Tailong died on the streets of Wan Chai last night, and he already knew about it overnight.

I have to say, this was done really well.

As long as it's efficient.

"Who did you send to do it? You've got some nerve, killing someone at the Xinji headquarters," Nan Zheng asked.

"Greyhound." Chan Ho-nam's eyes held a hint of smugness.

"It's him? Then this guy really is a good assassin, like he's underdeveloped." Nan Zheng sneered.
Greyhound seems to be only a teenager, maybe even 1.6 meters tall, but he's quite the killer. The key is that he's ruthless and quick to strike.

Most importantly, he's short. If something happens, he can run into the crowd in a flash, and the other person can't catch him.

Because they're all blind.

"Alright, one thing at a time. Now that it's settled, you're done here." Nan Zheng stood up and yawned again.

"But I have to warn you, Four-Eyed Dragon is furious right now. If you don't want your whole family to die, you'd better hide your girlfriend and your family well."

“Okay.” Chen Haonan nodded.

After what Dongxing did to him, if he doesn't know his place and be more cautious, he'll really be in deep trouble.

In the evening, Nan Zheng went out and went to a seafood restaurant in Yau Ma Tei.

"Liang Zheng!" As soon as she got out of the car, several knife-wielding thugs rushed over angrily.

Big Foot and Wang Jianguo immediately rushed up and took action, quickly dispatching the man without Nan Zheng even glancing back.

Or perhaps they simply don't care.

"Aren't you curious about who sent the knife-wielding men?" Shan Ying asked as they walked.

“What’s there to be curious about? If you’re just a henchman, nobody will even pay attention to you. But if you become the boss… and you’re handsome enough, all sorts of people will be jealous and make enemies. They’re jealous of my talent and good looks!” Nan Zheng laughed heartily, putting her arm around Shan Ying’s neck.

Dan Ying rolled her eyes: "So narcissistic."

They soon arrived at the agreed-upon private room, pushed open the door, and saw Ailian and Huobaoming sitting in the corner.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Huo Baoming immediately stood up with a smile to greet him: "Young Master Zheng!"

"Hmm." Nan Zheng pulled up a chair and sat down, giving a nonchalant reply, with Shan Ying standing behind her.

Ailian raised an eyebrow slightly; at first, she thought Shan Ying was her girlfriend.

But now that I look at it again, it should be a bodyguard.

"Brother Zheng is really something else. Even his bodyguards are women. He must be both a great fighter and a big eater!" Huo Baoming laughed.

Nan Zheng remained expressionless.

Huo Baoming immediately explained, "I meant that the scenery was pleasing to the eye, nothing else."

"Boss." Just then, Wang Jianguo walked in with a menacing aura.

He then said directly, "The people from Xinji."

"It's this bunch of bastards again?" Nan Zheng asked with interest, lighting a cigarette.

He lit a cigarette and thought for a moment: "Break his legs, then throw him at Four-Eyed Dragon and make him give me an answer."

"Last time I gave him, the dead man, face. But this time I won't give him any face, so I'm going to turn the four-eyed dragon into a dead man."

"Okay." Wang Jianguo nodded.

Huo Baoming across the street felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

Is Liang Zheng really not afraid of even the four-eyed dragon from Xinji? Is she really that arrogant?
If that's really how the conversation went...

That fiery Ming was truly glad he hadn't fought Liang Zheng to the death, otherwise he would definitely have been defeated.

After all, as arrogant as they are, they don't even put the head of the Sun Kee Group in their eyes, so they must have some power!

If you have no ability but still act arrogantly, you're either a fool or an idiot.

Liang Zheng doesn't seem like that kind of person at all.

Soon the waiter brought out the food. They ate and chatted, and after a few rounds of drinks, Nan Zheng waved for everyone to leave before smiling and saying, "Brother Ming, I'm very interested in the business you mentioned. I agree."

Smuggling in partnership is very simple; it's just a matter of division of labor and cooperation.

Huo Baoming was in charge of transportation and making arrangements, while Nan Zheng was responsible for intercepting Da Tian Er (pirates and robbers).

These days, whether on land or at sea, things are in a state of utter chaos.

If you encounter some kind-hearted people, you might let them rob you of your money or sexually assault you.

If you encounter a ruthless person, they will not only rob you of your money and sexual assault, but also try to silence you in the end.

They even went so far as to destroy the evidence, setting the boat on fire.

Therefore, in addition to bribing officials, Huo Baoming also had to spend money every month to pay those powerful figures to ensure that the roads were clear.

After all, some people are wanted on land, but can act with impunity at sea.

After a fire, nothing will be investigated.

Therefore, things will only get more chaotic on the water.

"Great! Just hearing your words, Liangzheng, is enough for me." Huo Baoming, his face flushed, excitedly raised his glass and laughed.

"To celebrate our pleasant collaboration, Young Master Zheng, I'll toast you three times first." He then drank three more glasses of baijiu.

Huo Baoming's face was flushed red, and he could barely stand, but he was still in a great mood.

"As long as Zheng Shao is willing to cooperate with me, he will definitely make a fortune in the future."

"Sure thing, you're sensible, I'll definitely do it too." Nan Zheng leaned back lazily in her chair.

Ailian, standing next to him, frowned and said, "Amin, you've had enough to drink."

"I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk, come on, let's keep drinking..." Huo Baoming seemed to be fighting for his pride and was extremely concerned about his image. He would only use a cup when he wasn't being urged, but once urged, he would directly use the pot to drink.

Before he could even finish half a pot of wine, he collapsed to the ground, swaying unsteadily.

They don't even know if they're alive or dead.

"Damn it! Is he really going to die like this?" Nan Zheng cursed, getting up and going over to check.

He actually wanted to kill Huo Baoming.

But now is not the time.

If a stock becomes wildly popular but then flops, what's the difference between that and losing a hundred million?
"Amin, Amin." Ailian immediately squatted down and shook Huobaoming, but he didn't wake up. However, she then heard him snoring.

Then she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness you're alright, that was close... oh!"

Before she could finish speaking, Ailian was suddenly grabbed by a strong shoulder and slammed onto the table.

He leaned over half the table, his gaze fixed squarely on the sleeping Huo Baoming on the floor.

"Ah Zheng, what are you going to do?"

"What can I do? We just didn't get enough of the games that day, so we're continuing."

"You probably don't want Doflamingo to know what game we're playing, right? You'd better pray he doesn't wake up."

Ailian was so frightened she was dumbfounded.

Who would have thought that Liang Zheng would be so bold?
……

Two hours later, Nan Zheng looked at Ai Lian and Huo Baoming sitting in the car and waved with a smile: "Big brother and sister-in-law, have a safe trip."

"You bastard, you loser!" Ailian, supporting the sluggish Huobaoming, turned to look at Nanzheng outside the window and uttered a few words.

"Women don't love bad boys," Nan Zheng said, lighting a cigarette with a cheerful expression.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, their anger was finally released.

Everything will be comfortable now.

"Boss, looks like you ate a lot at the restaurant, your belt's loosened up." Wang Jianguo walked over with a toothpick in his mouth and laughed as he looked at Nan Zheng, who was fastening her belt.

"Of course, whether or not one has food to eat is not something a human being should do," Nan Zheng said with a smile.

"But I just saw that fiery Ming wife, what's her name, Ai Lian? Her lips were all swollen. Does this restaurant put a lot of chili peppers in it?"

“Yes, I was just complaining about it. We need to eliminate these kinds of shops in the future.” Nan Zheng nodded in satisfaction.

That's right, it's from eating too many chili peppers.

It has absolutely nothing to do with me.

Wang Jianguo then said slyly, "Boss, we've eaten and drunk our fill, and we've finally made it to Yau Ma Tei... Temple Street is right next door, let's go see how Bo Wang is doing?"

“Okay.” Before Nan Zheng could speak, Da Jiao next to her immediately perked up.

"I haven't been to Temple Street in ages, I'm definitely going to see at least ten tonight!"

"When will you two be as devoted and affectionate as me? All you do is chase after girls all day long. Don't tell me I'm your boss when we get out of here," Nan Zheng grumbled.

He turned around and nodded again: "But I really haven't gone to see it in a long time."

"If it's on the way, that's fine too."

Wang Jianguo and Dajiao immediately became excited.

Dan Ying rolled her eyes speechlessly.

She originally thought that Nan Zheng, as the boss, would be a proper person, but now it seems that he is all show and no substance.

What happened to the promise of being deeply affectionate and devoted?
"Hey you drooling, give me a pack of cigarettes." Before leaving, Wang Jianguo bought a pack of Marlboro cigarettes from a young man squatting at the entrance of a food stall, casually tossed him a thousand Hong Kong dollars, and turned to leave.

"keep the change."

"Thank you, thank you." The disheveled young man watched Wang Jianguo get into the car and drive away, completely bewildered. After realizing what had happened, he quickly thanked him, only to find that the other man was already gone.

He hadn't seen such a rich person in a long time.

"I can have a late-night snack with Xiaohui tonight." The young man was overjoyed as he stuffed the money into his pocket. Then, he and a few gangsters swaggered into the food stall.

"Blind Hui, busy, huh?" the gang leader greeted him, casually stuffing a few packs of cigarettes into his pocket.

"You haven't paid yet," Blind Hui said anxiously, turning his head abruptly.

Upon discovering that the person had already entered the food stall, he immediately followed and reached out his hand to the man in the short-sleeved shirt.

"What are you doing, want a cigarette butt?" The man in the short-sleeved shirt sneered and shoved the cigarette butt into Blind Hui's hand, causing Blind Hui to instinctively flinch in pain.

Blind Hui hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and reached out. The henchman next to him threw the milk tea at him, then stood up and slapped him, pointing and cursing, "My boss is giving you face by smoking your cigarette, you bastard!"

"You want more money? You think I won't beat you to death?"

Blind Hui shrank back in fright.

However, he didn't leave. Instead, he squatted in the corner. Several gangsters gave him contemptuous smiles before sitting down to finish their meal and then paying the bill.

Blind Hui saw the loose bills on the bar and carefully reached out to take back his cigarette money. But when he turned around, someone saw him and immediately shouted, "Brother Huai, this bastard Blind Hui stole your money!"

"Kill him!" Blind Hui turned and ran, and Ah Huai and the others immediately chased after him in the street.

But halfway there they encountered the mobile unit. When Blind Hui saw the patrol uniforms, he rushed over as if he had seen a savior.

Asen glanced at Ah Huai and his group, who were behaving menacingly, then looked at the still-trembling Blind Hui on the ground and said expressionlessly, "Get up."

"Damn it, Blind Hui, you have the cops protecting you today, but you might not have them tomorrow!" Ah Huai cursed before leaving indignantly.

Asen immediately gave a signal, and one of the soldiers in uniform grabbed Blind Hui and dragged him into the alley. They took off their shoes and immediately started punching and kicking Blind Hui.

The other two, dressed in military uniforms, stood guard at the entrance of the alley, casually surveying their surroundings.

After a short while, Asen called for a halt, then said, "Blind Hui, right? I know you, the cigarette seller."

"I sell cigarettes, not drugs, why are you hitting me?" Blind Hui shouted, but then he got another solid blow to the stomach, and he almost vomited up bile.

"You're from the water room, a gangster, what's wrong with me hitting you?" The man in military uniform kicked him in the head several more times, his face full of disdain.

"Aqi." Asen spoke slowly, and Aqi reluctantly stopped and put on her shoes.

"Blind Hui, I know you're with a girl from the north, and you two seem to be getting along really well?"

"But I seem to remember that she came here illegally and doesn't have an ID card?" Asen said casually, but his words were the most chilling.

"What exactly do you want?" Blind Hui raised his head with a sob in his voice, still stunned after being hit.

“Those gangsters…the ones who hit you earlier, they run a drug ring with Luen Shing. I know you definitely know where they live, find a chance to lure them out, I guarantee you'll be fine.”

“Otherwise, I can also guarantee that you won’t be able to survive in the Temple Street area.” Asen said slowly, while Blind Hui covered his head and gritted his teeth, feeling extremely insulted.

He knew very well that he had no choice at all.

Then, under the pretext of delivering cigarettes, Blind Hui found Ah Huai's residence. When Ah Huai and his friends saw that it was Blind Hui, they immediately opened the door angrily and rushed over to beat him up.

As a result, he was immediately subdued by several PTU (mobile unit) uniformed soldiers.

Ah Sen slowly walked in and immediately found several bags of flour and flour-making tools, at which point he revealed a smug smile.

"Blind Hui, I'll fucking swear to your mother! You actually betrayed me, you're dead meat!" a gangster pinned against the door gritted his teeth and said.

"You bastard, don't let me out, or I'll make sure your whole family dies!" Ah Huai glared fiercely at Blind Hui, who was terrified and at a loss for what to do.

Ah Sen walked up to Ah Huai and sneered, "He Lian Sheng Ah Huai, the boss is dead Kun."

"Now that you've been caught red-handed, I'd like to see who in Wo Luen Shing can protect you."

"Take them all away."

Asen had the soldiers arrest Ah Huai and the others, leaving only Blind Hui squatting at the door in despair, clutching his head.

He knew he was dead.

……

The next afternoon, feeling refreshed, Nan Zheng kicked aside the golden-haired lion king next to her, pulled aside another one, yawned, and went out.

Just then, Wang Jianguo walked over, rubbing his eyes.

"Hey boss, so early?"

"Still early? It's past three o'clock." Nan Zheng slapped him across the face.

He then lit a cigarette: "Any news from Huo Baoming's side?"

"No, I guess he's still asleep."

"Too."

Nan Zheng thought about it and realized that Huo Baoming had drunk so much last night that he almost ended up in the hospital. It was a miracle he didn't die.

The cooperation has already been agreed upon, a 50/50 split, so there's no rush.

After quickly washing her face, Shan Ying got into the car and complained from the back seat, "Finally awake."

"What's wrong? You're so angry, is there no one to vent your anger for you?" Nan Zheng said casually, leaving Shan Ying speechless.

"I'm a woman, why should I vent my anger?"

"I can't go into that nightclub, so I'll just sleep in the car tonight."

"Hey, this is what happened with you guys, Wang Jianguo and Big Foot. Is this how you treat high-quality women?" Nan Zheng slapped the two of them on the head again.

"We'll be more careful next time!" the two said with a grin, not taking it to heart at all.

Dan Ying curled her lip: "If the eldest isn't any good, the younger one is even worse."

“You’re a bodyguard, not a nanny. Why are you talking so much? Just find a hotel to stay in.” Nan Zheng said directly.

Shan Ying thought to herself, "As expected."

If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beams will also be crooked.

Shortly after driving back to Tsim Sha Tsui, Nan Zheng saw several people chasing and yelling at a young man outside the window, and was immediately amazed: "Wow, Temple Street is so lively? They're even stabbing people in broad daylight!"

"Who knows?" Wang Jianguo recognized him; the one being chased and beaten by several thugs was Blind Hui, the cigarette seller from last night.

But I didn't pay much attention to it.

Upon arriving at Tsim Sha Tsui East, two more knife-wielding thugs rushed in. Just as Wang Jianguo and his group were about to react, Nan Zheng's eyebrows shot up. She walked over, kicked one of them away, and cursed, "Fuck your mother! Are you never going to stop?"

"You've done this to our boss, Long. This isn't over yet," the remaining one roared, brandishing his knife. Nan Zheng turned and dodged, grabbing his head and slamming it against a nearby stone block.

His head was immediately broken and bleeding profusely.

"Big Boss Long? Five Tigers and Ten Heroes? New Detective Agency? It's New Detective Agency again!" Nan Zheng got angrier and angrier. Why am I being chased and attacked every day?
Then he slammed it hard against the stone block.

His brains are spilling out now.

"Fuck your mother! You chop me up three or four times a week? Do you think I'm made of clay?" Nan Zheng cursed, visibly becoming enraged and exuding murderous intent.

"Wang Jianguo, get Scarface and his gang to take care of that bastard Four-Eyed Dragon."

If everyone keeps getting ripped off like this, who's going to benefit?

Nan Zheng originally wanted to swindle Si Yanlong out of his money, but now she might as well let him take the money to his grave.

In fact, there was no need to scam the first wave, the second wave, the third wave... because they were all genuinely people from Xinji.

The first wave was dinosaurs's men. He was unhappy with Liang Zheng, so he spent a settlement fee to hire a few of his henchmen, including Axe Jun, to assassinate her at the finance company.

Nan Zheng suspected Li Tailong.

Last night, the second wave of restaurants was actually Axe Jun's people.

They had come to scout out the location after hearing that Li Tailong was going to make a move, but then they took action.

The third wave, which is now, consists of Lee Tae-ryong's men.

After all, Axe Jun was killed in Thailand and the murderer could not be found, and the same is true for Lee Tae-yong.

Therefore, after some thought, the people below were certain that it was Nan Zheng's people, so they took action.

So Nan Zheng's guess was wrong, but the ending was right.

Whether it's right or wrong doesn't matter; all he wants now is for the four-eyed dragon egg to die.

If he can't even control his underlings, what's the point of having him as the leader?

"Blind Hui, you piece of trash, stop right there!"

Just then, the gangsters who had been arresting people in Temple Street rushed towards Tsim Sha Tsui and finally caught Blind Fai, giving him a good beating.

Then they quickly dragged the person away.

"Stop the fucking right there!" Nan Zheng was so angry that she would kick a dog if she saw it, and seeing gangsters causing trouble made her even angrier.

Big Foot immediately whistled, and hundreds of people poured out of Tsim Sha Tsui.

They rushed over as soon as they saw the knife-wielder, but Nan Zheng acted too quickly.

It's just right now.

"Grab these few bastards!" Nan Zheng stormed over, and the few people in the water room were dumbfounded when they saw that they were surrounded by hundreds of times their number.

"Damn it, causing trouble on my turf?" Nan Zheng sized him up, snatched a steel pipe from one of her underlings, and started hitting the man in the water room with it more than a dozen times.

If a steel pipe breaks, just replace it with another one, one after another.

It wasn't until seven or eight steel rods had been used, and the gangsters had been beaten bloody and on the verge of death, that Nan Zheng finally calmed down a bit.

He kicked again: "Who the hell are you people? You bunch of bastards, daring to cause trouble on my turf, you've got some nerve!"

"Water, the water room..."

"He, He Lian Sheng..."

The two half-dead underlings hurriedly begged for mercy and revealed their gang background.

They were genuinely afraid that this young man would beat them to death in broad daylight.

Who beats someone up first and then asks which club they belong to?

That's too ruthless.

The details of what happened are now clear: the reason was that Blind Hui, a henchman of Shui Fong Yan Chan Le, was threatened by the police and then swindled the people of Wo Luen Shing Sang Kwan.

Yan Chanle didn't want to offend Sang Kun, so he decided to drag his henchmen to the scene to be convicted.

"Damn it, he can't even protect his own little brother, and he actually wants to use him as a scapegoat? What a piece of trash!" Nan Zheng picked up a steel pipe and smashed it on the shoulder of someone in the water room, and the steel pipe broke instantly.

The man screamed in agony, his voice piercing the air.

Hearing the exquisite music, Nan Zheng's anger subsided by half. She turned to Da Jiao and yelled, "Tell that bastard Yan Chan Le to get over here! Otherwise, I'll go to Kowloon and beat his whole family to a pulp."

"Damn it! There aren't even petty thieves in Tsim Sha Tsui normally, and now this is a gang of thugs fighting? Does he look down on me? I'll skin him alive and use his skin as a lantern!"

"I'll contact someone right away." Big Foot was startled to see Nan Zheng so aggressive for the first time, and he quickly made a call to ask for Yan Chanle's phone number.

Nan Zheng also had no reason to plant her flag in Kowloon.

Now we have both a title and a reason.

(End of this chapter)