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

Chapter 146 "144" You believe everything the gangsters say?

"We've been undercover by Liang Zheng's side for months now, when will this ever end?"

Inside the Tsim Sha Tsui snack shop, Ho Pak-cheung swept the floor, picked up a toothpick, and idly watched the various gangsters on the street.

She couldn't help but curse, "We agreed to be good brothers and fight together, but you, Liangzheng, just dumped me here. I can take on ten of you by myself!"

Many of Nan Zheng's underlings have now been promoted to full-time positions in property management companies.

He also got a promotion and a raise.

Some who arrived later than He Baixiang are already earning tens of thousands a month.

This made him incredibly jealous.

After all, they're all in this business, so why should they all be able to rise to the top and make money?
Seeing his henchmen, who used to boast all the time, become successful one by one, Ho Pak-cheung almost lost himself to money.

In particular, He Min drives around in her sports car all day, carrying large and small bags, buying things worth hundreds of thousands of yuan at a time.

He's so much better than He Baixiang, that assembly line undercover agent who only gets a few thousand in fixed wages.

He's almost forgotten he's a policeman.

Just then, the phone rang.

"Who is it?" He Baixiang asked. He had spent several months' salary and some money given to him by He Min to buy this phone, just for the convenience of contacting people.

"He Baixiang, number 167." A strange voice suddenly came from inside.

He Baixiang immediately perked up, nervously looking around before dropping the broom, rushing to the bathroom, closing the door, and whispering, "Call, call, finally someone's contacting me?"

"I almost thought you guys had forgotten about me. If you don't contact me soon, I'll be the boss by now!"

“I haven’t forgotten, it’s just a change in position. Your former superior has retired, and I’m now taking over your undercover work.” Huang Bingyao was direct, and after glancing at his file, he said:

"My surname is Huang, and I'm the newly appointed Chief Superintendent of the Major Crimes Unit, you know me, right?"

"I understand. Lately, the TV has been full of news about you. I've heard your voice before..."

"Have you found any information recently? According to your file, are you investigating Huang Yang's death?"

“Yes,” He Baixiang said in a low voice, without any doubt.

"However, the suspect, Liang Zheng, is very clever. She seems to distrust outsiders at all. I've been with her for several months now, but I still haven't gotten into the core."

"Right now I'm either sweeping the floor at the snack shop or masturbating... oh no, I mean cleaning, so I haven't found any useful information."

Nonsense, someone as shrewd as Nan Zheng would never let you find out.

Even I don't know much about him.

"In that case, there's no need to investigate further."

"Huh?" He Baixiang was dumbfounded when he heard Huang Bingyao's words.

“There have been suspected terrorist activities at Adam Smith International School recently. I need you to drop everything and go there immediately to lie in wait.”

"I've already thought of a code name for you: I love 17, and your contact is Stephen Chow from the Flying Tigers." Huang Bingyao shared the information he had gathered.

He Baixiang suddenly realized what was going on and thought for a moment, then said, "Okay, I'll make some preparations then."

"You're an undercover agent, you can just run away, what preparations do you need?"

"No, Officer Wong, the head of the gang, Queen Sister-in-law, is my cousin."

Huang Bingyao: ? ? ?
My cousin's husband went undercover as my cousin's husband?

How come I didn't know there was this connection?
"Okay, then I'll give you plenty of time. You need to be at the international school within three days."

"Great!" He Baixiang was immediately excited; he finally didn't have to stay here anymore.

After all, someone as wise and capable as himself should actively fight criminals, strive to climb the ranks, and eventually receive a medal personally awarded by the Queen – that's what it means to reach the pinnacle of life.

How can a true man remain subservient to others forever?

He Baixiang hadn't even arrived yet, and he was already fantasizing about being the Commissioner of Police.

……

After hanging up the phone, Huang Bingyao pondered for a moment. He realized that He Baixiang was actually related to He Min.

Something is wrong!

Why isn't this written in the file?
After Erto retired, more than half of the twenty-odd undercover agents he had sent out died, leaving only a small number who were relatively safe.

He Baixiang is one of them.

Huang Bingyao is now having a headache from writing reports. He hasn't actually seen any specific files or information about He Baixiang, only information about his undercover assignment.

After thinking for a moment, he called Nan Zheng: "I need to talk to you. I'll be over there in a bit."

"I just wanted to talk to you about something."

"Okay." Only two words came from the other end of the phone, as if the person didn't care much.

With Nan Zheng's current status and influence, she has to deal with all sorts of police officers every few days.

Therefore, he really didn't have anything to care about.

Even if Huang Bingyao came openly and honestly, Nan Zheng could say that he was there to investigate the assassination attempt that occurred at the entrance of the Major Crimes Unit.

Half an hour later, Huang Bingyao arrived at Nan Zheng's house. Seeing that no one was outside, he went in, sat down, and got straight to the point: "Did you go to a big funeral last night? A big funeral at the Red Alliance Society?"

"Don't tell me it wasn't you! I can tell you were the one who did this at a glance."

"Little Huang, you've been asking and answering your own questions, saying everything. Does it really matter whether I say yes or no?" Nan Zheng picked at her ear.

"How did you know?"

"Nonsense!" Huang Bingyao sneered.

"Da Sang lost five million at your casino not long ago. You left, and then you were assassinated by a gunman. Not long after, Da Sang, that bastard, was bombed in his own base..."

Who else but you could be so ruthless?

"Mr. Nan, there are a lot of people watching you right now. Can you please be a little more discreet?"

"That bastard Da Sang has become even more 'low-key,' still calling himself the Godfather of the New Territories, yet you cops haven't arrested him?" Nan Zheng sneered.

"So what if you're low-key? So what if you're not? You still have to be able to make a move!"

"In the end, won't they still have to find a law-abiding citizen like me?"

Huang Bingyao was speechless.

Indeed, Nan Zheng is quite flamboyant in her actions, but Da Sang is flamboyant wherever he goes.

Especially during the funeral for Dangan held recently, more than a dozen international triads came to pay their respects, which even alarmed the Chief Superintendent of Police of the New Territories.

But in the end, nothing came of it.

If there are too many people, these police officers have to take the initiative to send people to maintain order.

why?
There's no evidence! Arrest them? How?
Try grabbing it with your head.

"I'm here today because of a major funeral." Huang Bingyao picked up a cigarette, tapped it, then lit it.

"This bastard isn't dead yet."

"What?" Nan Zheng turned his head in surprise. He had just woken up and was now slightly more awake.

"A careless mistake led to the loss of Jingzhou, Mr. Nan," Huang Bingyao said sarcastically.
"Da Sang Sang is indeed depressed enough, and he's indeed arrogant enough, but he's not stupid."

"You sent someone to blow up his car, but the person in the car wasn't him. It was one of Da Sang's henchmen in disguise, just in case..."

"I guess the assassins you sent could only make a judgment, but didn't know what Dazang looked like, right?"

"You guessed right." Nan Zheng took out a cigarette and lit it, showing little expression other than surprise.

He genuinely didn't care.

If he can't die after one death, then let him die again.

What's the big deal?

"He's at Yan Oi Hospital in the New Territories right now," Wong Bing-yiu said, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

"Although Da Sang had someone impersonate him, he himself was disguised as a henchman in the crowd and was seriously injured by your bomb."

"What do you mean, Xiao Huang? You want me to kill him? You've gone astray." Nan Zheng looked at Huang Bingyao with a playful expression, now somewhat incredulous.

"We can arrest the gangsters on Hong Kong Island, or we can leave them alone. Because all their assets and income are in Hong Kong Island... In any case, their food, drink, and daily expenses will all be here," Wong Bing-yiu said, smoking a cigarette.

“But the Red Alliance is different; it’s an overseas faction.”

They engage in all sorts of shady dealings here, transferring most of their assets out of the community, leaving only a small portion to maintain basic operations.

This is not allowed, and it is the same in every country.

There's an old saying that goes, "Smugglers will be killed; all are equal."

“That’s interesting.” Nan Zheng smiled; he already understood what Huang Bingyao meant.

To put it bluntly, besides maintaining balance, Hong Kong Island also needs various hidden taxes.

For example, cracking down on money laundering, gold speculation, and arresting all kinds of financial criminals... As long as these people are dealt with, the assets can be confiscated, which will give the police a reserve fund so that they won't be without money when the higher authorities don't allocate funds.

Therefore, some gangs and organizations are seen as easy targets by the police.

Fatten them up before killing them.

When you feel it's about time, send the undercover agents to carry out the operation and capture them all at once.

But it's different for those sent overseas. They make money in Hong Kong and then send it abroad.

Having an undercover agent is completely useless.

Even if the undercover agents do manage to cooperate with Interpol and take them down, the assets still belong to the local authorities, not to the Hong Kong or British authorities. Therefore, their efforts are ultimately thankless.

You're not only eating and drinking for free, but you don't even leave us scraps of meat. Who can tolerate you?

This is also why Huang Bingyao came to find Nan Zheng.

"The Red Alliance is an overseas branch, headquartered in Chinatown, USA. These scattered cobblers are useless if they don't die, so please feel free to use your talents," Huang Bingyao laughed.

"You deal with your enemies, and I'll deal with my problems. We cooperate and achieve a win-win situation. We're all brothers, after all."

"I'll help you clean up the mess afterwards."

"What about Tung Sing? Aren't you going to do it with Tung Sing?" Nan Zheng asked after thinking for a moment.

He remembered that Tung Sing was also from the Dutch faction.

"Dongxing is an international behemoth, and their methods are quite different from those of the Red Alliance. They have branches all over the world, establish themselves, make money, and generate more money... and then grow stronger."

"Do you think Tung Sing is like the Red Alliance? If that were the case, they wouldn't have become the biggest local tyrant in the New Territories," Wong Bing Yiu said calmly.

"I see." Nan Zheng nodded; he really didn't know any of this.

After all, we're not at the same level yet.

"Also, you had an undercover agent by your side, I've moved him away for you too." Huang Bingyao pointed:
"Just don't get involved in any of that messy stuff. As long as it's just gangsters fighting and killing, all the cops will turn a blind eye."

"Little Huang sir, you're out here making money! Do you think I'm going to build a country?" Nan Zheng leaned back on the sofa with a disdainful look, not taking his words to heart at all.

He knew what Huang Bingyao meant; he was simply afraid that Huang would follow the example of the Red Alliance Society or directly engage in illegal activities.

However, Huang Bingyao was really wrong, because he had no idea how much money Nan Zheng could make now. Even excluding the gray market, he could earn tens of millions a month through legitimate means.

Now, thanks to Chen Tianyi's efforts, the property management company has obtained a legal license.

Now all land acquisition fees are called management fees.

It's the right thing to do.

If legitimate businesses can earn tens of millions a month, why would they bother with the shady dealings of the black market?

That's just plain stupid.

"Anyway, you know what you're doing." Huang Bingyao stood up and said with a smile.

"Mr. Nan, I look forward to your good news."

"By the way, who is that undercover agent?" Nan Zheng suddenly asked again.

"I won't tell you, I'll wait and see what you're thinking." Huang Bingyao laughed and walked out the door.

“Hey.” Nan Zheng gave him the middle finger.

However, the only undercover agent he knows of so far is Ho Pak-cheung, who seems to also be from the Major Crimes Unit.

If He Baixiang has been transferred, we'll find out by going to the main store tomorrow.

I'm too lazy to even guess.

A moment later, Nan Zheng called Tai Bao: "Go and find out what qualifications and certificates are needed to run a kindergarten. Get me a piece of land in Tsim Sha Tsui that can accommodate 300 people, a dozen or so classes."

He had wanted to do this for a long time, but he had never had the time. Now he can finally have some peace and quiet.

It's best to give Taibao a heads-up beforehand.

In order to avoid actually forgetting.

After hanging up, he called Xiao Fu again:

"Da Sang is not dead."

"Why didn't he die? You ask me? How would I know? What should we do next? Of course, we should make him die again! Do you think I'm made of clay?"

"Alright, go and find out where Yan Oi Hospital is in the New Territories. I'll be there soon."

……

"Brother D, what brings you here today?"

At Lin Huai Le's home, Lin Huai Le looked at the unruly Big D in front of him and forced a smile.

He has not officially entered the election yet, nor has he publicly endorsed the D.

Therefore, the two have not yet fallen out.

But it's almost done.

"Lin Huai Le, I'll be blunt today. Do you want to be the leader?" Big D exhaled a cloud of smoke at Lin Huai Le, his face full of evil.

"Brother D, this is Uncle Deng..."

"Don't try to scare me with that old man. I'll just ask you one question: yes or no?"

"Everyone wants the top position, so of course it should be held by the most capable person," Lin Huai Le said ambiguously, which was tantamount to admitting it.

"Fuck your mother! Don't think you're so tough just because you have someone backing you up. The Wo Shing has 30,000 men, and I have 3,000 soldiers. I can kill you if I want!" Big D suddenly turned hostile, stood up, and kicked the entire table over.

He then pointed at Lin Huai Le's nose and began to curse:
"If it weren't for the fact that we're from the same sect, I would have killed you right now, you piece of trash."

"What right do you have to compete with me? When I had a perfect handicap, you were still playing cards!"

A cold glint flashed in Lin Huai Le's eyes, but he forced a smile as he turned away and said, "Brother D, this is Uncle's wish, there's nothing I can do about it."

"After all, what triads need is stability, and what Wo Shing and Uncle Dun need is balance."

"Big D, you're so awesome! If you don't succeed this year, you can succeed next year..."

“Next term I’ll give you the position of Commissioner of Police!” Big D cursed menacingly.

Lin Huai Le is not Liang Zheng; he doesn't have the same good temper he showed to Liang Zheng.

He straightened his suit, his gaze sharp.
"Three days, I'll only give you three days."

If you don't quit, I'll kill you first!

"I'd like to see who those old fogies will put in charge after you're gone."

"Let's go." Big D swaggered away with a dozen or so henchmen.

Lin Huai Le's expression was gloomy and uncertain.

He only had seven or eight hundred men under his command, and he didn't call over any of his henchmen.

Because Lin Huai-le knew very well that if Big D dared to hit him, he might not dare to hit Big D.

After all, there is a gap in strength and status between the two sides.

If Robinson Crusoe hadn't been investing heavily behind the scenes, the gap would have been even wider.

After everyone left, Lin Huaiyue called Robinson and said, "Mr. Robinson, Big D has come to my house and threatened me. He said that if I don't withdraw from the race for leader within three days, he will kill me."

"I understand. Come to the casino tomorrow." Robinson Crusoe wasn't surprised at all, as if he had known all along that this would happen.

"Okay, thank you for your support, Mr. Lu." Lin Huaiyue nodded, concealing his emotions, and said calmly:
"As long as Mr. Lu supports me to become the leader, I will definitely repay Mr. Lu properly in the future."

"I will definitely not let you down."

……

In a private room at Yan Oi Hospital in the New Territories, Da Sang, who had just been pulled back from the brink of death by the doctors, looked at his empty right hand and right leg, his face extremely pale.

"Do you know who did it?" Da Sang's voice was now extremely eerie, as if his vocal cords had been burned through, torn and ferocious.

One of the underlings lowered his head and trembled as he said, "Dragon, dragon head, we don't know who did it yet."

"Then what use are you to me?" Da Sang's eyes flashed with ferocity, as if he wanted to kill this bastard.

But it's not the right time yet.

Because during the hospitalization of the deceased, the Red Alliance was already in chaos.

Those people thought that Da Sang was dead, and that all the uncles had begun to rebel, preparing to elect a new leader.

Therefore, the most urgent task now is to be discharged from the hospital.

Not only do they need to stabilize the internal situation, but they also need to evade assassins.

After all, this is a hospital, with many people and suspicious eyes, and no one knows if there will be a second explosion.

"I'm being discharged now. Bring me a wheelchair. I need to get back to the Red Alliance immediately," Da Sang said hoarsely. The two henchmen guarding the door immediately nodded.

The doctor originally did not allow him to be discharged from the hospital, since he had just undergone surgery and the wound might bleed heavily if it was aggravated.

But now, even if it means a great loss, we must go out.

Because even if you don't go out, you're still going to die.

Soon, two younger men pushed the wheelchair over, carefully helped Da Sang down, and then quickly discharged him from the hospital.

"Who exactly tried to assassinate me?" Da Sang kept wondering, his first thought being his uncles from the Red Alliance who were plotting a rebellion.

Secondly, there's Liang Zheng.

Both sides had the strongest motive to commit the crime, and it could be said that they were locked in a life-or-death struggle.

Da Sang's expression kept changing.

Because of that bomb, his girlfriend and younger brother were both killed.

He doesn't have a single person he can trust right now, and neither do these two.

After all, he usually acts too flamboyantly, offending more people than he can get along with. Even many of his underlings don't like him, so who can he trust?
Soon after leaving the hospital, one of the henchmen walked toward a red MPV parked on the street. As soon as he opened the door, he suddenly saw a dark gun barrel pointed at him.

At that moment, everyone's scalp tingled.

"Don't move, or I'll kill you right now." Xiao Fu held the silenced gun expressionlessly, then beckoned to Da Sang with his finger, signaling his two henchmen to push the man forward.

Cars are designed to prevent peeping; this is a trick that Da Sang always likes to use—a double agent and a cunning rabbit with multiple burrows.

Now he's stumbled because of his own actions.

Soon, the two henchmen hurriedly helped Da Sang into the car, then knocked one of them unconscious and had the other drive away from the hospital.

"Friend, who exactly are you? Don't be so ruthless!" Da Sang's face was grim and uncertain.

Xiao Fu sneered, "You'll find out soon enough."

A short while later, they arrived at a suburban area, where Xiao Fu told them to stop the car: "If you know how to shut up today, Dongxing will spare your lives."

"I understand, I understand," the two henchmen said in a panic, one of whom, who had just woken up, looked particularly frightened.

"Get out," Xiao Fu said directly, and the two of them immediately scrambled out of the car.

Then Xiao Fu dragged Da Sang, who looked like a dead dog, to a sand field.

Just then, I saw a young man in a suit setting up a grill and grilling barbecue.

It smells wonderful and is sizzling with oil.

"It's you?" Da Sang shouted through his pain, his voice filled with terror.

"Brother Dasang, it's great to see you again." Nan Zheng smiled as she grilled meat skewers, then sprinkled some pepper on them and pointed:

"Want some barbecue? We'll use the meat your girlfriend made, and the ashes of your parents, as cumin."

The moment I felt the immense grief, my hair stood on end!

"Big Brother Sorrow, you're not really scared, are you? I was just kidding! Don't take it seriously." Nan Zheng laughed heartily as she sat in the chair.

Da Sang trembled all over; he had no doubt that this young man was truly capable of doing such a thing.

"I didn't expect it to really be you, Liangzheng."

"I never expected that even a bomb couldn't kill you, you bastard... But it doesn't matter, I can't let you take your money to the grave." Nan Zheng took a bite of her beef skewer and beckoned with her finger:
"Tell me, how much money do you have in your pocket?"

"Don't even think about taking the money to your grave. I have plenty of ways to make you talk."

Big Foot, standing to the side, kept cutting meat with a knife, and every now and then he would grin at Big Mourning.

Da Sang's scalp was about to explode.

Because this big guy was staring right at the top of his head!
"How...how did you know where I was?" Da Sang gritted his teeth, his face full of resentment.

"Not only do I know where you are... I also know that you secretly married a wife and had a son, who should be three years old by now, right?"

"Brother Dasang, how about a guess? Can I kill your son with one punch?"

Nan Zheng smiled broadly, but Da Sang felt that this bastard was now more terrifying than the Grim Reaper.

Ruthless and merciless, determined to exterminate all.

He finally understood the meaning of those eight words.

Because at this moment, Liang Zheng was displaying himself to the fullest extent; he was an absolutely ruthless person.

"Don't let the trouble affect your family. I'll give you money, just don't harm them." Da Sang's face was ashen.

Whether he regrets going against Liang Zheng for five million or regrets not killing Liang Zheng outright.

He knew he was going to die today anyway.

Family members, especially those who have suffered great loss, are usually very secretive, but he still dared not gamble on whether Nan Zheng knew the address.

"Okay, I'll give you this chance. Anyway, I'm a person who follows the rules the most." Nan Zheng ate another skewer of beef, and Da Sang immediately revealed the location of the hidden money, as well as ten million worth of powder.

She waved for Xiao Fu to go find him, and in less than half an hour, Nan Zheng received a confirmation call.

"Big Brother, your whole family is coming to find you right now." Nan Zheng slowly took out a Black Star sword.

Da Sang's pupils immediately contracted.

"Liangzheng, you..."

boom!
"I can't stand the sight of blood." Nan Zheng said with a look of disgust, and immediately grabbed Da Sang and threw him into the pit that had been dug beforehand.

There was another person in the pit; it was the driver.

Nan Zheng originally wanted to break into the hospital, but there were many ordinary people there, and it was difficult to find a spot.

It just so happened that Xiao Fu had met the driver of Da Sang before, so he took care of the person and got into Da Sang's car.

They finally arrived by kidnapping.

"Spread the word that Dongxing wanted to take over Honglian Society and that they were the ones who killed Dasang," Nan Zheng said casually while eating a meat skewer.

"Find out where Da Sang's lair is, and then blame it on Dong Xing as well."

"Tsk tsk tsk, the camel is truly ruthless, unscrupulous, and determined to wipe them out..."

"Boss, didn't you say we should follow the rules?" Big Foot couldn't help but ask from the side.

"Big Foot, no wonder you're still a nobody." Nan Zheng sneered.

"You believe everything those gangsters say? My rules are the only rules!"

(End of this chapter)