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

Chapter 149 "147" I never talk rules with dead people
Inside the Hong Corporation, Hong Wen returned to his office and drank tea, but he was still shaken.

If he hadn't been prepared tonight, he probably would have really died.

"Big brother." Hong Nan strode in.

"The gunman is from the walled city; I just found out. But we don't know who sent him yet; we're still investigating who's behind it."

“My whereabouts have always been concealed. The only ones who might know are probably our own people.” Hong Wen’s expression was grim and uncertain.

"Our own people?" Hong Nan's expression changed: "Brother, then this time we're really facing internal and external troubles."

"What do you mean?"

"We just received news that during our counterattack, we almost accidentally injured Hung Hing's Ellen Ginger... This person is notoriously arrogant! He even said that if we don't give him a satisfactory answer, he'll kill us first, without anyone else having to do it."

"Damn it!" Hong Wen cursed angrily.

It's bad enough that our own people are doing dirty work, but now we've actually messed with a living devil?
Why am I so unlucky?

"What should we do now?" Hong Nan asked as he sat down.

Ah Gui, Mike, and Ah Lai and the others were leisurely smoking outside the door.

This is none of their business.

His main responsibility was simply to protect Hong Wen.

"Could this have been done by Liang Zheng?" Hong Wen suddenly asked.

These words caught Hong Nan off guard: "Why would you say that?"

“Liang Zheng also has territory in Kowloon City, and our company is nearby... If he wants to establish a foothold, then he has every reason to do so.”

Even the so-called accidental injury might be a reason for him to start a war.

After all, those who are out in the game need a moral code and an excuse to get things done and plant their flags.

And everyone knows that Liang Zheng is notoriously domineering; who knows if he would actually do that?

Hong Wen's words immediately silenced Hong Nan.

If it really was made by Liang Zheng, then it seems more reasonable.

Those in the underworld also know that Leung Kwong has been expanding very quickly recently. After taking over Tsim Sha Tsui, she is expanding into Tsim Sha Tsui, and it's not certain that she will take over Kowloon City next.

But the most likely explanation is that they colluded with their own people within the Hong Group.

However, they failed, which is why they wanted to find a reason to send troops to fight.

“Brother, I think we need to think this over carefully. Liang Zheng is not someone to be trifled with,” Hong Nan said after a moment of thought.

"If he wasn't involved in this matter tonight, but you've made him suspicious, it will only push the other side into our enemy's camp."

"It's unnecessary to make an enemy for no reason... Brother, there's really no need."

"I think it's better to investigate thoroughly before jumping to conclusions. Besides, judging from Liang Zheng's personality, she doesn't seem like the type to resort to underhanded tactics. She has the ability to fight directly."

“But Liang Zheng’s tone now indicates that she’s also going to fight. Since we’re going to fight anyway, why bother with all this?” Hong Wen suddenly asked, leaving Hong Nan speechless.

"Besides, there were so many people on the street, why did they miss so many but only manage to hit him? Did they even consider the reasons behind Liang Zheng's actions?"

"Besides, I think I was attacked near Hung Hom, right? It's quite a distance from Tsim Sha Tsui. He got into trouble for no reason, so why is it my fault? I was innocent bystander!" Hung Man complained bitterly, feeling aggrieved.

The murderer has not been found yet.

Hong Nan immediately shook his head with a wry smile: "Brother, since you've already made your choice, what else can I say? Just be careful that Liang Zheng doesn't bite back."

"The most important thing is to find the mastermind behind this within our ranks."

“That’s exactly what I’m thinking: let’s find the person behind it all!” Hong Wen said directly.

"As for Liang Zheng... whether he was affected or not, he's just unlucky."

"Besides, he wasn't even killed, not even injured, so what does it have to do with me?"

……

The next morning, Nan Zheng arrived at the main hall yawning, and many of her underlings greeted her.

"Brother Zheng!"

"Brother Zheng!"

All the henchmen in the gang would instinctively stand up when they saw someone, as a sign of respect.

Many people looked on with respect and excitement; Liang Zheng was now the idol of all gangsters.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Brother Ji exclaimed loudly, "Ah Zheng, you're really something now! Your name is known throughout the entire underworld!"

"From Tsim Sha Tsui East to Tsim Sha Tsui, and from Tsim Sha Tsui to Yau Ma Tei, I knew I hadn't misjudged you. You are definitely the new God of War of Hung Hing, the number one fighter in the underworld!"

“It’s definitely going to be impressive! If it weren’t impressive, how could we dominate Tsim Sha Tsui?” Nan Zheng laughed loudly.

"I recently met two Black Wave Kings, want to try something new?" Brother Ji said slyly, "I heard it's hard to open the gates for these."

"If you can drive it, then you'll truly be invincible."

"Come on, you like black cockroaches? I have no interest in them." Nan Zheng sat down lazily.

Moments later, Chan Ho-nam, Ekin Cheng, and Tai Fei, the key figures, entered the room and immediately greeted Nan Zheng.

Liang Zheng is now truly unprecedented in his prestige, commanding over three thousand men and renowned throughout Yau Tsim Mong. He alone is worth a whole cohort.

With ability and experience, such a person can thrive anywhere.

A short while later, Big B came in and greeted him respectfully; he had also returned from Macau.

"Brother Zheng, I've heard your name so many times in the casinos of Macau that it's practically worn out," Big B said with a beaming smile.

"There's nothing I can do, I was born with an imposing presence, I can't even try to keep a low profile!"

"I really admire you, you fucking amazing. When I mentioned your name at a 'double flight' place, those golden-haired lion kings actually gave me a 20% discount!" Big B laughed loudly.

That's absolutely true.

Although Big B didn't know why, he did know one thing.

Liang Zheng is really sharp now.

There are no taboos; everyone, regardless of their profession, has to give them face.

A few minutes later, all the key figures arrived. Liang Kun sat down and said with a smile, "Ah Zheng, I heard that Ah Le from Wo Luen Shing died. Did you do it?"

The moment the words left his mouth, everyone was startled.

What? Even the candidate for the chairman of Wo Luen Shing was taken down by Leung Kwong?
"I didn't do this, but I'm still fucking happy that an enemy died!" Nan Zheng laughed, leaning back in her chair.

"Damn, it wasn't you who did it? Then who else could it be?" Liang Kun asked suspiciously.

He knew Liang Zheng's personality well; once she did something, she would definitely admit it, or at least not deny it.

"Who cares who did it? Anyway, Ah Zhengwei is now leading the entire Hung Hing Group, which is a good thing," Brother Ji said with a smile.

That's true, since Hung Hing had already lost more than a dozen uncles to assassination by the Triads.

Jiang Tiansheng ran away, and Jiang Tianyang established a branch office; all sorts of things were in complete chaos.

Now that Nan Zheng has achieved a perfect handicap, she has made a name for herself in Tsim Sha Tsui, even disregarding the Ni family, sweeping away the previous gloom and death.

Now, when Hung Hing members mention Leung Kwong, other triads, regardless of whether they know her or not, are all wary of her.

You can imagine how awesome this name is.

That's how gangsters are; if you're strong, everyone respects and fears you.

If you're weak, not only will they shit and piss on your head, but they might even rape your wife right in front of you.

In a world where the strong prey on the weak, organized crime groups are an industry that maximizes this dark forest.

"Besides submitting the accounts today, there's something else I need to discuss with everyone," Liang Kun said, tapping the table in a hoarse voice.

Then he glanced at Big B and said, "Go ahead and say it."

"Here's the thing, a group of people recently came to the Macau casino and said they want us to pay a fee... at least 10% of the casino's net profit, otherwise they'll force us to close down as soon as we open," Big B said.

The group of people in charge immediately erupted in anger.

"Who dares to be so bold? I'll go over there and skin him alive right now!" Brother Ji cursed.

"No way? Someone at our Hung Hing Casino is causing trouble? Is he tired of living?"

"Damn it, if they don't give me face, do they not give Kun-ge and A-Zheng face either?"

A group of people in charge expressed their dissatisfaction.

Because the casino's profits are all distributed to Hung Hing, each person in charge can receive three to four million a year.

Now that they're asking for 10% of the revenue, they're practically ripping them off.

It would be strange if they were willing.

"Quiet." Liang Kun tapped the table again, then glanced at Big B.

“This person is none other than Moro Bing, who now calls himself the Emperor of the Number Gang.” As soon as Big B spoke, everyone suddenly fell silent.

Quiet.

Deathly silence.

"What, are you scared already?" Liang Kun laughed.

"Big B, please continue."

"This Moro Bing also owned his own casino. But after the Macau officials learned that Malaysians had invested in our Taipa casino, they immediately started building various entertainment and tourism facilities..."

In less than two months, Taipa has already started to feel like a tourist attraction, and our MGM Grand has become much more luxurious.

It's not even fully renovated yet, but it's already on par with He Xin's casino.

"That's why Moro Bing saw this and made such an exorbitant demand of us," Big B said.

Many of those in charge remained silent.

Because Moro Bing was truly insane, and completely insane, even Gao Lao Si was wary of him.

To put it simply, the Big Circle Gang at most uses guns, but Moro Bing, that mad dog, dares to use bombs, acting recklessly and not even putting the local foreigners in his eyes.

Because he had already bribed a lot of foreigners.

In particular, the Macau number gang is different from the Hong Kong Island number gang; the two are independent, even though on the surface they are both led by the same person, Bearded Yung.

But Moro Bing didn't take Beard Yong seriously. He ruled Haojiang like a local tyrant.

He has more than 3,000 employees and also owns a casino.

They have money and connections, are backed by powerful figures, and even possess all the necessary firearms and ammunition... No one would mess with someone like that unless they're completely stupid.

"No way, no way? Brother Ji, what happened to the promise to skin and dismember you? Why do you suddenly become speechless when people are mentioned?" Nan Zheng tilted her head.

Brother Ji looked a little embarrassed: "Ah Zheng, perhaps you haven't heard this saying before."

"In Macau there's Luo Bing, and in Hong Kong Island there's Liang Zheng... which means you two are ruthless among ruthless people, and whoever messes with you will die."

"Wow, Brother Ji, what you're saying is clearly trying to get me to go and deal with him! Is it really necessary to go through all this trouble?" Nan Zheng scoffed.

He didn't know if there was such a rumor in the underworld, but he knew that Brother Kei definitely meant it.

However, Nan Zheng was already going there anyway.

"You guys are tough as nails! It'll be really interesting if you go up against each other." Seeing that Nan Zheng wasn't angry, Brother Ji immediately said with a grin.

"Don't worry, I'll go even without you saying anything." Nan Zheng said with a disdainful look. "Damn it, you're united when things are going well, but lifeless when trouble comes. You can't help with anything, so what's the point of Hung Hing keeping so many of you?"

Let them all just die!

I think three or four people in charge are just right, and each of them can earn thirty or forty million a month.

Don't give so many points to useless people!

Brother Ji and the others looked embarrassed.

Liang Kun found it somewhat amusing, but he didn't stop Nan Zheng from launching into a tirade.

After all, Hung Hing is currently full of cowards, so it would be good to have someone to boost their morale.

Otherwise, what's the point of raising a group of useless people?

"Damn it! Liang Zheng, I don't accept what you said. I'm going to take down Moro Bing tomorrow," Da Fei said, picking his nose and complaining.

With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Ekin slammed his hand on the table and cursed, "That's right! Does Moro Bing think he's so tough? We all only have one life. It's either him or me who dies!"

"Find a place he likes to go, stab him to death, or poison him," Chan Ho-nam said nonchalantly.

"Come on, you bunch of losers. You can't even handle your own territory, and you want to mess with other places? You'll be lucky if you don't die there and no one collects your body," Nan Zheng scoffed.

"Liangzheng, so you're going?" Liangkun asked.

"Nonsense, if I don't go to Hung Hing, who else can go? I also want to see what Moro Bing is all about, daring to rank him ahead of me. I'd rather beat him to death!" Nan Zheng cursed.

Returning the number to the godfather?

You are me when I'm not around.

I'm not even worthy of eating shit in your eyes.

Don't they realize that they've even dealt with Emperor Nan Zheng, so why would they be afraid of a so-called godfather?

“Then you go. The casino is all renovated, and since you'll be overseeing it anyway, this is a good opportunity to build your reputation,” said Liang Kun, then glanced at the others.
"However, we should share both good times and bad times. Even if you don't contribute your time or effort, you should still contribute your money."

After all, MGM Entertainment isn't run by one person. Although Liang Zheng takes the lion's share, you all also get a cut.

"Let those who can contribute money contribute money, and those who can contribute connections contribute connections."

"No problem, don't worry." Brother Ji and the others nodded immediately.

Asking them to go and chop people up is unrealistic, but paying them is definitely not a problem.

Besides, it won't work if you don't pay.

If anyone refuses to contribute even this small amount of money, Liang Zheng will probably skin them alive before they even get to Macau.

After all, they don't even know who Liang Zheng is.

Would he do something that would put him at a disadvantage?
……

After the meeting, Nan Zheng called Tai Bao: "Investigate the background of Mo Luobing from Haojiang."

"Is that the Godfather of Macau?" Tai-bao asked, seemingly having some knowledge of him as well.

“Yes, I want to see how arrogant he is, daring to call himself the Godfather.” Nan Zheng said with a sneer.

"Okay, I'll check right away."

"However, Moro Bing wasn't called the Godfather of Macau before, he was called the Emperor of Macau... But later he had a conflict with Gao Laosi, so he insisted on calling himself the Godfather."

It's obvious they want to challenge Gao Laosi.

Later on, Gao Laosi was indeed no match for Mo Luobing and gradually lost the fight.

Even their nicknames were taken away.

"That bad? Is Gao Laosi really that useless?" Nan Zheng was completely bewildered.

“Old Gao is no good; on the contrary, he is much stronger than Moro Bing… but Old Gao has his concerns, and Moro Bing is still a mad dog,” Taibao said with a smile.

"I see," Nan Zheng said, suddenly realizing.

To win against overwhelming odds, it seems Morobing really has some skill.

But that's all...

If he doesn't provoke me, I won't bother with him.

If he comes, I'll smash his head to pieces.

Back in the office, A-Wu came straight to me: "Boss, Hong Wen has sent some news."

"The other party said that he was assassinated and the killer has not been found yet, so your being shot has nothing to do with him."

"What do you mean it's none of his business? Doesn't he know what it means to be an innocent bystander in trouble?" Nan Zheng cursed.

"I don't know about that, but that's what he said. He also said that if you're not satisfied, you can settle accounts with the gunmen in the walled city. They're the ones who started this trouble first." Ah Wu shrugged.

"Damn it!" Nan Zheng cursed, so angry she almost overturned the table.

Originally, he wanted to settle scores with the people in the walled city.

But Hong Wen, this bastard, talks so arrogantly? Well then, I'll take you down first!
"Go find out where Hong Wen and Hong Nan live and how many people live in their families. Damn it, when I come back from Haojiang, I'll make sure those two brothers are wiped out!" Nan Zheng's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and her eyes were overflowing with malice.

He hadn't seen such awesome people in a long time, so he decided to send them to the underworld to continue being awesome.

Talking to you nicely doesn't work? Then I'll fucking wipe you out completely!
"Come back and then take action? Where are you going?" A-Wu asked.

"Go to Haojiang." Nan Zheng lit a cigarette, forcibly suppressing her anger, and then said, "Arrange a boat for me tonight, and we'll go overnight."

"Okay." A-Wu nodded.

Then he called Wang Jianguo and Xiao Fu over:

“I have to go to Macau tonight to take care of some business. I probably won’t be back for a few days… Wang Jianguo, you don’t need to go. Stay in Kowloon City and keep an eye on those bastards from the Hung Group.”

"Okay." Wang Jianguo nodded. He knew that Xiao Fu was more skilled than him, so losing one wouldn't matter.

"Xiao Fu, Big Foot, and Scarface, you guys take your bodyguards and bulletproof vests and come with me," Nan Zheng ordered directly, and the men nodded.

"Scarface, get AKs and shotguns ready, along with all sorts of explosives and grenades... and take twenty more men with you to transport them."

"So many guys and men? Are you going to take down the Governor of Macau?" Scarface chuckled, though his smile was both excited and extremely cruel.

"It's just in case! Macau is a mixed bag; even the smallest thing can lead to gunfire. The level of chaos there is incomparable to Hong Kong Island," Nan Zheng explained, though he himself didn't seem to agree.

"Find someone to get Morobing's contact information and call him to come out and meet me."

"I also want to see if he's really as awesome as the rumors say."

Nan Zheng felt that Mo Luobing was really disrespectful, so she decided to kill him on the spot.

What good are the numbers if someone dies? There are even more Hung Hing members!

As for rules... Nan Zheng has never liked to talk about rules with dead people.

……

Meanwhile, at the dock, He Min drove to a secluded spot to meet her cousin.

Not long after, a young man carrying a package came over. He Min got out of the car and immediately waved and said, "Xiao Dao, over here."

"Cousin." Xiao Dao's face lit up with joy as she walked over.

Just then, a car pulled up beside them. Ah Chai turned off the engine, and Huo Min and several bodyguards got out and walked over. They exclaimed in surprise, "Chen Xiaodao?"

"What?" Chen Xiaodao turned his head.

He Min looked at Huo Min with even more suspicion: "Xiao Min, do you know my cousin?"

Chen Xiaodao was even more embarrassed when he saw who it was. Huo Min smiled insincerely and said, "Sister Min, of course I know who he is. He's a notorious gambler in Tai O."

"I never expected him to be your cousin?"

“Look, look, now even people in Hong Kong know what kind of person you are. You can imagine how bad your behavior was before.” He Min immediately pinched Chen Xiaodao’s ear.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, cousin, it hurts!" Chen Xiaodao immediately grimaced.

"That's why I'm here. I'm here to find a good job."

"You're smart enough to know your place! If my mom hadn't told me, I wouldn't have bothered with you." He Min curled his lip. He knew that Nan Zheng owned a casino and knew the true nature of those gamblers.

Huo Min, however, put his arm around Huo Min's shoulder and scoffed, "If you believe him, you're really stupid."

"Huh?" He Min was taken aback.

“I’ve heard about it. Gao Jin has a gambling deal going on and he might come over sometime soon… I think your cousin is most likely here because of him.”

"After all, which gambling addict wouldn't want to see the charisma of Ko Chun, the God of Gamblers?"

"Is it true?" He Min asked angrily.

Chen Xiaodao looked embarrassed.

"You wait, your brother-in-law will be back from Macau in a few days, see how he deals with you!" He Min said viciously, and Chen Xiaodao's legs went weak.

"Cousin, is this really necessary? I just want to see Gao Jin, and I really want to work hard from now on!"

"Then go sweep the floors at my main store and see how you behave... Don't think I don't know what you're planning. If you try anything funny, you're dead." He Min shook her fist.

Chen Xiaodao was now in a predicament he couldn't express.

He really just wanted to see Gao Jinjin; he had no other intentions.

And he was genuinely afraid of Nan Zheng.

Not to mention Tai O, people in Hong Kong, Macau and Taiwan have all heard of Liang Zheng's reputation. Chen Xiaodao is not mentally challenged and often hangs out in casinos and such places, so he naturally knows his cousin-in-law's nickname.

Originally, Chen Xiaodao wanted to use Liang Zheng's name to meet Gao Jin.

It seems likely that he won't even see Gao Jin before He Min torments him to death...

Soon the group got into the car, and He Min drove while cursing, "A perfectly good young man like you has nothing to do but choose to make a living by gambling. In your cousin-in-law's eyes, someone like you is a sucker."

"Cousin, you guys are doing so well in Tsim Sha Tsui?" Chen Xiaodao stared at the Porsche sports car, swallowing hard, completely dumbfounded.

He only has a wooden house in Tai O, how could he have ever seen such a luxurious sports car?
"It's not that we're doing well in Tsim Sha Tsui, it's because we're here that Tsim Sha Tsui is doing so well!" He Min's mood instantly improved, and she casually said:
"I'll take you to Tsim Sha Tsui later, then you'll know what luxury really means."

……

On the other side, Haojiang.

"Boss, there's someone named Liang Zheng looking for you. She wants to invite you to dinner tomorrow," a henchman said as he entered the casino office and met a short, crew-cut man.

Morobing glanced at him sideways: "What kind of trash am I? Can any kind of trash see me?"

"Boss, this guy is Hung Hing's Leung Keng. He's the one we went to MGM to collect profits from before. He's the mastermind behind the Taipa casino." The underling thought Moro Ping didn't know, so he reminded him.

"Hung Hing? Leung Kwan? MGM Entertainment?" Moro Bing pondered for a moment, then slapped his thigh.

"I remember now, it was him."

Then he let out a sneer:
"I've heard of him. He's been quite the big shot in Hong Kong lately, huh? But so what? This is Macau. Whether he's a dragon or a tiger, he'll have to behave himself here."

"Boss, are we still going to the restaurant to have dinner with him tomorrow?"

“Go, why wouldn’t I go? If he wants me to go, then I’ll go with him. Otherwise, if outsiders hear that I’m not going to dinner when someone invites me, they’ll think I’m afraid of him!” Moro Bing said with a sarcastic tone.

At the same time, he also thought to himself that if Hung Hing sent Liang Zheng over, it was most likely to be a fight.

If they agree to give profits, Big B can just say so; there's no need for Liang Zheng to come.

Since that's the case... should we just kill him in the restaurant?

(End of this chapter)