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

Chapter 134 "133" Blind Radiance's Desperate Path and Hope: The War Begins

When Yan Chanle learned that the arrest of a henchman had resulted in the arrest of Liang Zheng in Tsim Sha Tsui, everyone was stunned.

what happened?

who am I?
Where is this?
You're all fucking idiots!

"What exactly happened?" Yan Chanle grabbed one of his underlings and cursed, "Fuck your mother! I only asked you to arrest Mang Hui, and you've ended up arresting Liang Zheng?"

"Are you trying to use this opportunity to kill me and become the boss yourselves?"

"No, boss, I don't know what happened either. Xiao Ming and his gang of bastards chased them all the way from Temple Street to Tsim Sha Tsui... It's probably because Blind Hui angered them and made them lose their temper," the henchman shouted in a panic.

"I'll fuck your mother!" Yan Chanle slapped him on the head and cursed, "Liang Zheng's people have been calling me, and you call that 'getting worked up'? You really want me dead?"

"Do you even know that Liang Zheng is insane?!"

Yanchan Le got up and kicked the underling a few more times, then picked up an ashtray and smashed it on his head before he was done.

This person is the ringleader who ordered the capture of Mang Hui.

But he never expected that those gangsters would be so foolish as to go to Tsim Sha Tsui to arrest someone.

"Damn it, I made such a big fuss over such a small thing. Now look what's happened, everyone's done for!" Yan Chanle said, both shocked and furious.

He knew very well that since he, the Dragon Head Flower Buddha, had robbed Zhongyixin of five streets and hadn't given Liangzheng any benefits, he had to personally go over to deliver gifts and apologize.

Even the top leader can't afford to mess with Liang Zheng, this bastard. How can the person in charge like me fight against others?
"You bunch of good-for-nothings!" Yan Chanle cursed again, then picked up the phone and called Hua Fo.

He had someone arrest Blind Hui to take the blame, which, to put it bluntly, was because he didn't want to offend Sang Kun of Wo Luen Shing.

If they can't afford to offend Sang Kun, then they can't afford to offend Liang Zheng, who doesn't even respect Hua Fo.

A moment later, the call connected, and Yanchan Le said directly, "Hey, it's me, Boss. Something's happened..."

"I understand. Take out two million immediately and come with me to see Liang Zheng." After a moment of silence, Hua Fo immediately came up with an idea.

But then Yanchanle hesitated: "Dragon Head, it's not that I can't afford two million."

"But once someone is gone, can they still live?"

"That Liang Zheng is insane! He even wiped out Lian Haolong's entire family..."

These smaller individuals were unaware that it was Lian Haodong himself who orchestrated the scheme, allowing Hua Fo to reap the benefits.

Based solely on what happened in the underworld, they assumed it was Liang Zheng who did it.

Therefore, this is one of the reasons why they are most wary of the other party.

“If you don’t go, you won’t survive either. Didn’t you say yourself that he’s crazy?” Hua Fo’s tone was calm.

After a moment's thought, Yan Chanle gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll go raise the money right now."

"Remember, be nice when you get there, don't make a scene, or he might kill you and I won't be able to stop him." Hua Fo's attitude was quite easygoing.

Smoke Shovel Joy was even angrier.

However, he didn't say much.

After all, he himself couldn't protect his underlings, so it's normal that the leader couldn't protect him, the person in charge.
Hua Fo clearly knew who Yan Chan Le was, so he didn't intend to defend him too much.

He's not like those pillars of the Prince Nine-Dragon.

……

Meanwhile, in Jordan, when Sang Kun was drinking, he was completely bewildered and looked utterly lost when he heard the news from Liang Zheng's people.

"What exactly is going on?"

"Boss, it's because Blind Hui reported Ah Huai and a few others for selling and manipulating fandoms," Huo Bao said.

"Last night, I brought some men to tell Yanchanle to hand over the people."

Later, Yanchanle said that if Blind Hui made a mistake, he should bear the consequences.

This morning, we just found out where Mang Hui was, and then we went with the people from Yanchanle to catch him.

However… things got out of hand, and both groups went to Tsim Sha Tsui to arrest people. I heard that Leung Keng is angry about this now.”

"Angry? I'll be angry with his mother!" Sang Kun rubbed his bald head and cursed, "I'm not even angry that my own people were tricked and arrested, so why should Liang Zheng be angry with me?"

"I just arrested someone. Did I tamper with his territory? Did I sleep with his girlfriend? Or did he build all the roads in Tsim Sha Tsui himself? Does he really think he's more powerful than the Governor of Hong Kong?"

"Liang Zheng is not someone to be trifled with." Huo Bao hesitated, wanting to say something but then stopped himself.

Although Huo Bao is usually quite arrogant, he can't be arrogant at all when he's with Liang Zheng.

Sang Kun scoffed at this: "So what? Did I offend him? Liang Zheng is even more arrogant, but I, Sang Kun, am not someone to be trifled with!"

"Do you really think Hung Hing is so great just because they have tens of thousands of men? Don't we and Luen Shing also have tens of thousands of men? If a fight really breaks out, who's afraid of who?"

"Besides, did he even have a reason to take action? How can such a trivial matter be justified?"

"I'm afraid he won't need to work here anymore!" Sang Kun still didn't take Liang Zheng seriously, after all, this was Temple Street, not Tsim Sha Tsui.

Huo Bao nodded thoughtfully, "That's true."

Moreover, Lin Huai-le, a cousin of Sang-kun, is now one of the candidates for Wo Luen Shing, which gives him even more confidence.

After all, it was Uncle Deng who specifically supported Lin Huai Le.

When he truly becomes the leader and controls tens of thousands of people, I doubt Liang Zheng would dare to play any tricks.

……

Hua Fo quickly got into the car with Yan Chanle and drove straight from Kowloon to Tsim Sha Tsui East. After getting out of the car, he saw seven or eight gangsters kneeling in a row in the lobby of the nightclub, all of them beaten bloody and mangled.

However, it's clear that things are still hanging in the balance.

It's that feeling of being neither truly dead nor truly alive.

Those steel pipes were all aimed at the shoulders and scapulae. There will definitely be fractures and bone cracks. They won't be fatal, but they will definitely be very painful.

Hua Fo looked somewhat grimacing, while Liang Zheng's henchmen stood in the corner smoking, their faces full of mockery.

However, he did not hesitate and went straight to the office, where he opened his arms and smiled, "Young Master Zheng."

"You're here." Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow and lazily crossed her legs and sat down on the sofa.

Hua Fo could tell from her tone that Liang Zheng wasn't in too bad a mood. As soon as he sat down, he had Yan Chanle put the money on the table before smiling and saying, "Young Master Zheng, today's incident is a misunderstanding, absolutely a misunderstanding."

As you know, I didn't know what a big shot was, so I accidentally crossed the line...

This two million is my apology gift to you; I hope you don't mind.

"Misunderstanding? What do you mean by misunderstanding? If I fuck your mother, does that count as a misunderstanding?" Nan Zheng laughed.

Hua Fo immediately chuckled and said, "Of course it counts! Some women just can't stand not being fucked, they just need to be fucked! If my mother knew how powerful Brother Zheng is, she might even crawl out of her coffin to beg for a fuck."

Yan Chanle was dumbfounded.

Even Nan Zheng's eyelids twitched.

Damn it, I've never seen such a shameless faucet.

Nan Zheng remained expressionless, simply picking up a cigarette and smoking while crossing her legs.

A moment later, Big Foot came over and said, "Boss, Sang Kun's men don't want to come."

"Oh, you look down on me?" Nan Zheng asked.

“He said he didn’t provoke you or offend you, so there’s no need for him to come to Tsim Sha Tsui to talk to you about anything. He also said he’s with Wo Luen Shing.” Big Foot repeated Sang Kun’s exact words.

A hint of interest flashed across Nan Zheng's face.

Yan Chanle was immediately overjoyed and quickly said, "Young Master Zheng, it's a misunderstanding, but Sang Kun has always been arrogant. He's the one who sent us to arrest people this time. He's gone too far..."

"Shut up!" Hua Fo slapped her across the face. Seeing that Nan Zheng didn't react, he gritted his teeth, picked up the ashtray on the table, and smashed it on the head of the cigarette shovel.

She stood up, pointed at him, and cursed, "I told you to come and admit your mistake, not to spout nonsense! Do you not even respect me anymore?"

"Dragon head, this... bang!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Yan Chanle covered his head, looking aggrieved, only to have Hua Fo smash his head with a water cup when he turned around.

The man fell silent, and blood splattered on the top of his head.

"Young Master Zheng, it's my fault for not disciplining you properly. I'll pay for everything that's damaged." Hua Fo immediately clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"The things here are very expensive," Nan Zheng said with a forced smile.

"One million for an ashtray, one million for a water glass, how about that?" Hua Fo forced a smile, doing everything perfectly, making it seem like no one could find fault with him.

Nan Zheng stared at the flower Buddha for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "Then I'll give you face, you water tap."

"Thank you, Young Master Zheng!" Hua Fo was overjoyed, then grabbed the cigarette shovel and threw it out the door, cursing, "I'm giving you a chance to live now, you wretched bastard, you should be secretly happy."

"It's just the Tai Sui of Tsim Sha Tsui... If it were anyone else, you wouldn't even know how you died."

Once outside the office, Hua Fo's expression immediately changed. He glanced indifferently at Yan Chanle, whose face was contorted in pain, and waved his hand.

Several people immediately helped the smoke shovel up.

Standing at the door, Hua Fo lit a cigarette, lowered his voice, and pointed at him, cursing, "Do you really want to die? Trying to stir up trouble in front of Liang Zheng?"

"Boss, I didn't!" A group of henchmen tried to apply a towel to Yanchan Le to remove the blood, but it was still splattered everywhere. Yanchan Le was extremely frustrated at this moment.

"Still saying no? Do you really think Liang Zheng is stupid? Even a brain-dead person would know what you meant by what you just said about Sang Kun," Hua Fo said, exasperated.

“They’re the boss, you can give them advice, but you can’t give them opinions! Liangzheng is determined to get revenge, either fight both sides or fight only one.”

Now that Sang Kun isn't coming, it goes without saying that Liang Zheng will beat him up.

"What you just said was just stirring up trouble. If Liang Zheng takes the money and then turns her back on you, she'll turn around and attack you, you bastard!"

"Huh? No way?" Yan Chanle was dumbfounded. He didn't expect Hua Fo to see things so clearly.

"It would be strange if you didn't, Liang Zheng is crazy!" Hua Fo slapped Yan Chan Le on the head again and said irritably.

He knew very well that Liang Zheng had always wanted to find a reason to break into Kowloon through the water room.

It's just that there's no excuse to start a war.

What kind of bullshit is this, that Blind Hui got so angry after being beaten up? Hua Fo isn't stupid; he naturally knows that Liang Zheng is just using this as an excuse to vent her anger.

A ruthless person like Liang Zheng is capable of turning her back on someone, or even wiping out your entire family if she takes your money.

If you don't provoke him and give him some offerings in ordinary times, he might help you out if you get into trouble later.

If I don't help you, at least I won't cheat you.

After all, big shots like these care about their reputation. They might use any means necessary, but they would never openly break their word with you.

If Hua Fo hadn't been so clever as to not see this point, he wouldn't have become the ultimate winner in the battle for supremacy.

"Call Gao Jin over, prepare a hundred men, and infiltrate Temple Street tonight..." "Also, find out where Sang Kun lives, how many people are in his family, and where he usually goes. Cripple him and capture him..."

"Call Blind Hui over again and make him insist that everything he did today was scouting with Lian Sheng to plant a seed in Dongqi. Tomorrow we'll start a war against Chui Chi..."

Before long, a series of instructions came from the office, making Yan Chanle's hair stand on end.

Looking at the Flower Buddha, his expression was as if he had seen a ghost.

He was absolutely right.

"Kid, you'd better learn something." Hua Fo slapped Yan Chan Le on the head again.

"You've handled this well, but you should think before you speak!"

"I understand, I understand." Yan Chanle nodded hurriedly, still shaken. If it weren't for Hua Fo saving him this time, he probably really wouldn't be able to leave Tsim Sha Tsui.

They quickly got into the car and left, Hua Fo glancing at the nightclub office out of the corner of his eye and letting out a cold snort.

"Keep it up, keep it up."

"I have enemies everywhere, and I'll leave no room for compromise. I'd like to see how long you, Liangzheng, can survive in this world."

……

That evening, at a street corner in Pingdingshan, a luxury car was heading to a villa when a bus suddenly sped towards it from the opposite direction and blocked its way. Immediately afterwards, seven or eight gunmen quickly drew their guns, stood up, and pulled the triggers.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

Bullet casings clattered to the ground, gun muzzles spewed fire, and the car was riddled with holes, leaving the people inside covered in bloody wounds.

Before the bodyguards in the car could even react, they were riddled with bullets.

Two minutes later, Scarface and his men got out of the car, checked the survivors, and shot them one by one.

"One driver, three bodyguards, the target in the back has been taken care of."

"Is it him?"

"Yes."

Scarface took out the photo and compared it with the original. He found that the features were similar. Although the flesh was bloody and mangled, it was still possible to roughly distinguish them.

This person is Xinji Siyanlong.

The other party's address was not difficult to find. After all, Xiang Qian was the former emperor of the peninsula, and his son inherited the business. It was enough to find out his whereabouts.

After finishing the job and making a fortune, the group got into another car that had been prepared beforehand. Scarface didn't forget to instruct, "Proceed according to the original plan."

“Let those who receive the resettlement allowance take our tools, take a boat from the New Territories pier to Tai O, then to Haojiang, and then go to Southeast Asia for a few months.”

"no problem."

Pingdingshan is an affluent area, and the necessary cleanup work still needs to be done, given the large number of high-ranking officials and dignitaries living there.

Setting up a large circle to murder for money is the best option.

……

Meanwhile, Sang Kun was drinking and singing in a bar when suddenly several thugs rushed in and started slashing people without saying a word.

"Who the hell are you?" Sang Kun was so frightened that he flipped the table over and started cursing.

But the other party didn't even bother to say a word. After cutting down the hot-tempered thugs, one of them raised his knife and slashed Sang Kun's leg.

Another one was chopped into his hand, and the last one was chopped into his shoulder.

All three knives were stuck in Sang Kun's body, and blood was gushing from the wounds.

A scream suddenly rang out.

Several thugs dragged Sang Kun out of the private room like a dead dog, only to find more than twenty people smashing and vandalizing the bar.

A cold-hearted man sat at the bar drinking, seemingly oblivious to the hustle and bustle around him, or rather, indifferent.

"Boss, it's done." Two knife-wielders dragged over Sang Kun, who was in pain.

Gao Jin took a sip of his drink without turning his head: "The boss is waiting for someone at the nightclub."

"Keep it alive, so it doesn't die."

"Okay." The group nodded, quickly stuffed Sang Kun into the trunk, and sped away.

Meanwhile, a dense swarm of knife-wielding thugs were smashing and destroying Wo Luen Shing's territory, from Yau Ma Tei to Jordan.

Even the venue owned by Wo Shing Wo Ah Lok was affected.

Terrified, he immediately sent his trusted confidant He Hui to investigate the situation and find out what was wrong with Liang Zheng.

However, in such a short time, Lin Huai Le couldn't find anything at all.

He dared not fight, nor dared to make a scene; at this moment, his face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

If this matter is not resolved properly, it will only affect the subsequent election for the presidency.

Big D, who had just finished a late-night snack at the "Honest and Resilient" restaurant, looked at the brawl around him and asked, "What's going on here?"

"It seems someone has trespassed on our Wo Shing Mart territory. This whole area is our own people's land, it seems to belong to Lin Huai Le's cousin, Sang Kun," Long Hair said.

Big D dismissed Lin Huai Le's offer with disdain, but knowing it was his gang's territory, he thought for a moment and said, "Since that's the case, then..."

"Boss, that guy is Gao Jin, the thug in the suit! He's one of Liang Zheng's men," a henchman suddenly said.

"what?"

"Really? It seems like Liang Zheng killed Sang Kun." The henchman pointed at Gao Jin, who was coming out of the bar.

Big D originally wanted to help, but when he heard that it was Liang Zheng who made the move, he immediately burst into laughter: "Good, good, well done! What did this bastard do to offend Liang Zheng? He deserves to be chopped up."

"Hey boss, do you need any more help?"

"Help my ass! Liang Zheng may be a bit arrogant, but I've never heard of her bullying men and women. There must be a reason for what happened tonight, or at least she's using this as an excuse to cause trouble."

"Just wait, we'll find out the reason tomorrow."

……

Inside the basement, the people from the water room had already been redeemed, while the henchmen of Wo Luen Shing were still kneeling.

After kneeling for a day, two of them had already died, but Nan Zheng didn't care and told them to just throw them into Feie Mountain.

If Sang Kun doesn't even care about his own henchmen, what else does he care about?

Turning to look at the trembling Blind Hui in front of her, Nan Zheng said with a cigarette in her mouth, "As long as you do as I say, I guarantee you'll be fine."

Blind Hui was even more frightened.

He had heard this three times already, and each time he was beaten half to death.

“I heard you have a girlfriend named Xiaohui…” Nan Zheng drawled, then laughed, “Don’t worry, I’ve never liked threatening people.”

“Once this is settled, I’ll get her an ID card, and she’ll be a Hong Kong resident.”

"Really?" Blind Hui, filled with despair, suddenly raised his head, a glimmer of expectation in his eyes.

"Give it to me." Nan Zheng snapped her fingers, and the bodyguard behind her immediately produced a registration certificate.

He casually tossed it to Blind Hui: "This is an ID card filling form. You're from Hong Kong, you should know whether this is true or not, whether I've lied to you or not..."

To put it bluntly, you only have this one use to me.

"Whether you want it or not is up to you."

Before he could even finish saying "you," Blind Hui abruptly interrupted, "I want it!"

“Then it’s a pleasure to cooperate.” Nan Zheng said with a playful expression, while Mang Hui rarely showed a smile.

In reality, obtaining an ID card is not difficult at all. It's just that now that it's almost 82, the window is closed, and you can no longer get one by simply crossing the border to Hong Kong as before.

But at most it would only require a lawyer to handle it and a few tens of thousands of yuan, which is not something he doesn't have.

Turning tens of thousands of dollars into hundreds of millions—even a fool could figure that out.

Nan Zheng understood the whole process; it was similar to the development in "Mobile Suit Gundam: The Road to Desperation." Blind Hui was truly pitiful.

When a street vendor is beaten by thugs, he pretends to be a gangster and the gangsters use him to take the blame.

Just when everything was finally resolved, the police almost got me killed...

However, this is a true portrayal of the lives of low-level gangsters. Many people say that watching the movie is depressing, but little do they know that this is reality.

There's no turning back on this road. If you're not ruthless, even a dog passing by will slap you a few times, let alone a cowardly thug.

Before long, Sang Kun was dragged through the door, with a knife stuck in his thigh, arm, and shoulder blade. Mang Hui felt a chill run down his spine and his scalp tingled with fear.

He had seen many dead people, but he had never seen such a brutal scene.

There are exactly three knives, with six holes.

"This is none of your business. Just bring you and your girlfriend to the Tsim Sha Tsui law firm to get the necessary documents." Nan Zheng waved her hand, telling Blind Hui to get lost.

He then added, "Taibao, find a few people to follow him. He's my sugar daddy now. If he dies, I'll skin you alive."

"Don't worry," Taibao said with a grin, then turned and put his arm around Blind Hui's arm as they walked out. "Brother Blind Hui, where's your girl? Let's hurry back."

"Tai, Tai-bao, you can just call me Blind Hui, or Crazy Hui is fine too." Blind Hui was flattered; he had never been called "brother" before in his life, and he was even more frightened.

"Calm down. What you're saying now is worth at least eight million, if not ten million. I'll call you 'brother' without any problem," Tai-bao said, patting his shoulder with a smile.

Blind Hui was momentarily dazed.

When did I become so valuable?
Little did they know that this is how the world of martial arts works: once a person has value, even dog shit can turn into gold.

"Liang Zheng, I haven't offended you!" Sang Kun gritted his teeth as he was thrown to the ground by several henchmen.

Upon seeing that he was in Tsim Sha Tsui and then saw Blind Fai, he immediately knew who the young man in front of him was.

"Whether you've offended me or not isn't up to you to decide, it's up to me to decide!" Nan Zheng sneered, stomping hard on Sang Kun's head, causing him to scream in pain.

She raised her hand and poked the back of his head: "Brother Sang Kun, I invited you over for tea but you wouldn't drink it, and now I have to beg you to come over... You have more influence than me, Liang Zheng, I'm fucking impressed by you."

"I know your cousin is Lin Huai Le, but want to bet on whether he'll come to rescue you tonight?"

"Don't be so arrogant!" Sang Kun said through gritted teeth, still acting like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water.

"Look, what a tough guy is! Someone like Brother Sang Kun is a real tough guy. He's still tough now. Even Fish Leong doesn't have his courage," Nan Zheng laughed.

Then Wang Jianguo was called over:

"Call Chicken and ask him if he wants to start a war tonight. If he does, then we can begin."

"I'll be right here, waiting for his arrival."

(End of this chapter)