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

Chapter 155 "153" Now you want to make peace? Too late.
Hong Wen's car was sandwiched on three sides and was lifted up by a bulldozer. Then a dump truck crashed into it, overturning the car head-on.

The Toyota Hiace then crashed into the tilted roof of the truck, quickly sandwiched between the dump truck and the wrecked vehicle.

Before they even started doing anything, the whole car was already like a deflated sandwich, with blood oozing out from inside.

A dozen or so thugs got out of the Toyota Hiace, quickly jumped onto the door, pried it open, and started hacking at Hong Wen and his men inside.

Immediately afterwards, several gunshots rang out from inside, and several knife-wielders were knocked to the ground.

The fight quickly escalated to a fever pitch.

"Big Brother!" Hong Nan was shocked and a chill ran through him. He turned and ran.

Just as I was about to rush back to the office to call for backup, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my back.

Bang bang bang!
"what"

Then, he was shot three or four more times in each leg, and Hong Nan screamed in pain as he clutched his wounds.

Wang Jianguo, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, ignored the street brawl, tossing his gun between his left and right hands as he slowly walked past.

Hong Nan, pale-faced, gritted his teeth and crawled into the office building, the floor covered in blood.

But before he could run a few steps, a figure stood in front of him with a playful expression.

"Run, keep running." Wang Jianguo smiled and stepped on Hong Nan's wound.

It wasn't too light or too heavy, but it still hurt.

"Wang Jianguo!" Hong Nan gritted his teeth and endured the pain. He knew that Hung Hing's men would come to get revenge, but he didn't expect them to come so quickly.

"Calling me won't do any good." Wang Jianguo sneered, raised his hand and dragged the man up like a dead dog, slowly pulling him into an alley.

"If you can't handle the chance I give you, then you might as well die."

"Your older brother is the same; he has to drag out an apology for so long."

I think he's really awesome... because he'd rather die than risk his life!

"Wang Jianguo, we're all in Kowloon City, can't we make peace? It's just a small matter, there's no need for us to fight to the death," Hong Nan pleaded.

He originally wanted to make peace, but there was nothing he could do; Hong Wen wouldn't listen.

Hong Nan was truly frustrated at that moment.

"Trying to make peace now? Too late." Wang Jianguo turned his head and saw that the car had been smashed to pieces, and A Gui's gunmen had been overwhelmed by sheer numbers and almost all of them had been killed.

Three or four thugs with ferocious expressions dragged the bloodied and mangled Hong Wen out of the car window and threw him on the ground, where they beat and kicked him mercilessly.

Teeth were flying all over the ground.

“The boss is back, it’s no use begging for mercy now.” Wang Jianguo patted Hong Nan’s face.

"He said he wanted you two brothers to die, so you two brothers have to die!"

Once you exit the alley, you enter the Tsim Sha Tsui area. There, you see a powerful Chevrolet parked in the middle of the road with the door open. A young man with an arrogant and domineering expression is sitting in the back seat, casually smoking a cigarette, exuding a sinister aura.

"Boss." Wang Jianguo pulled the man aside.

Looking at Nan Zheng, who was expressionless and looking down at him with contempt, Hong Nan's face turned ashen.

At that moment, hundreds of people jumped over the railings and rushed in from behind, wielding knives. They entered the Hong Company and began hacking wildly at the people inside.

The entire process, from the car accident to the shootout, took only two or three minutes.

There wasn't even time to make a phone call.

"Boss, we've brought the man." On the other side, a few henchmen also slowly walked over, dragging one leg along.

With a sudden jerk, Hong Wen was flung in front of the car like a dead dog.

The road was also covered in bloodstains from being dragged.

"Tsk tsk, weren't you two brothers supposed to be so awesome? How come you're in such a sorry state now?" Nan Zheng looked at the Hong brothers, Hong Wen and Hong Nan, with amusement.

He glanced at the few menacing-looking henchmen again: "How's it going?"

"Those gunmen have already been chopped into mincemeat by us. They were just quick with their guns. Xiao Wu and Egg Tart were all wounded," one of the henchmen said, looking annoyed.

Xiao Wu and Egg Tart, as they're called, are both henchmen who train at the boxing gym.

The younger brothers know each other, and they even have a good relationship.

Just like when Axe Jun was defeated, his underlings would form their own team to seek revenge.

It's not that gangsters lack brotherhood; it's just that they're relatively low-level.

"What, the person is dead, and you're still not satisfied?" Nan Zheng sneered.

"If you're not satisfied, go over there and chop them seven or eight more times until they're completely turned into mincemeat."

"If you're still not satisfied, chop me up and throw me to the dogs..."

"If you're still not satisfied, drag him to Queen's Road Garden and whip his corpse. Do whatever you want, but once you're out of here, don't say I know you."

“I, Liang Zheng, have always done good deeds, but I don’t have such inhumane underlings as you.” Nan Zheng pointed at them, and the underlings’ hostility subsided considerably.

"I'll chop them up and feed them to the dogs," one of the men said, cursing as he left.

Hong Wen and Hong Nan weren't quite dead yet. Hearing this conversation, their whole bodies turned cold, as if they had fallen into an ice pick, the cold spreading from their feet all the way to the top of their heads.

That's really too ruthless.

"So, Brother Hongwen, you're getting on in years, are you married yet?" Nan Zheng picked at her fingernails and asked with a smile.

"You're almost dead now, won't your wife be heartbroken? Won't the kids be too young and have no one to take care of them? Should we take them with us?"

"After all, we've spent our whole lives fighting and killing, and we haven't been to many places. It wouldn't be bad to go to the underworld together and broaden our horizons."

"Liangzheng, don't let your family suffer!" Hong Wen gritted his teeth and raised his head, his face full of despair.

But then she was stomped on again. Nan Zheng landed slowly, her face full of contempt: "When I was about to be beaten to death, I never thought about who could save my family."

"You're so desperate to make me want to kill over such a trivial matter. Aren't you pathetic? Huh?"

"I'm telling you, you're fucking cheap!" Nan Zheng turned around and kicked Hong Nan hard, sending him flying four or five meters away, curling up like a shrimp.

He was in so much pain that he opened his mouth but couldn't even scream before he was kicked again.

He took more than a dozen kicks to the stomach, from one end of the street to the other, and then back again.

The person was kicked around like a football, practically dead.

With Nan Zheng's final spinning kick, Hong Nan was sent flying into the air, crashing down onto Hong Wen.

He then calmly lit a cigarette and asked, "Was this Hong Kong Island football match any good?"

"Your turn is coming soon, you rotten egg."

“But I think it’s easier to kick smaller ones, since adults are too big… Brother Wen, don’t you think so?” Nan Zheng squatted down and pointed at Hong Wen with a smile, while Hong Wen was trembling all over.

I don't know if it was anger or fear.

That bastard is really insane. I should have listened to Hong Nan and apologized.

I'd rather lose face and make a big deal out of it.

Even if she were willing, Liangzheng would never agree to it now.

Hong Wen hated the other party intensely, but he also regretted it to the extreme.

He knew very well that if he hadn't insisted on his own way, things would never be like this now...

“Liangzheng, I know what you want. You are ruthless, but you would never kill without a purpose, unless there is something I haven’t given you yet,” Hong Wen said through gritted teeth.

Nan Zheng was quite surprised.

"My savings over the years, more than a dozen land deeds, and ten million in savings... I'll give it all to you. I just want to settle things here in the martial world. I'm sorry," Hong Wen said in despair.

Nan Zheng turned her head in surprise: "Wang Jianguo, this bastard isn't stupid!"

"If you're not stupid, why are you so tough? You only become a spineless coward when you're about to die?"

"There's no reason for him to be so despicable as to beg me to beat him half to death before he even thinks to apologize, right?"

"That's how people are. They don't know the pain until they get hurt themselves. Otherwise, why would so many people be indifferent to things that don't concern them?" Wang Jianguo revealed a slightly cruel smile.

"Then I'll give you the face of a dead man." Nan Zheng patted Hong Wen's face, her eyes filled with malice.

"Originally, I wanted you two brothers to stab each other with knives, to see who dies and who lives..."

Tsk tsk, later I found out that the toughest guy in the whole thing was you, you stupid idiot!

You have a good younger brother, but your good younger brother doesn't have a good older brother.

After saying this, Nan Zheng didn't touch Hong Wen. She waved her hand and told Wang Jianguo to take him away.

Before leaving, Hong Wen kept crying and shouting.

Sometimes, killing someone doesn't kill their heart.

On the contrary, the most painful thing is the regret during the time one lives, without killing or taking action, but only relying on words.

Nan Zheng let Hong Wen enjoy this time at his leisure.

Fight with me?
Not only will I destroy you, I'll also utterly crush your spirit!
……

Less than half an hour after returning to Tsim Sha Tsui, Xiao Fu came back looking menacing.

"How is it?" Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"I found Fei Rong in a Western restaurant," Xiao Fu said casually.

"He used up all his Black Star bullets and was eating spaghetti before he died."

"It has quite the Italian Mafia vibe," Nan Zheng said lazily, crossing her legs.

"He said something to me before he died."

"What?"

"I died and lost, but the guy surnamed Hong didn't win either," Xiao Fu said verbatim.

“That’s interesting.” Nan Zheng said with a playful expression.

Besides telling the story of the brotherhood between Ah Gui and his friends, the movie "The Mission" is also about the internal strife within the Hong Group.

Fei Rong was simply unwilling to submit to the Hong brothers, which is why he attempted to assassinate them.

However, it now seems that Fei Rong's dissatisfaction is indeed justified.

Because the two brothers are indeed not a good match.

From both the movie and real-life perspectives, Fei Rong has always had the charisma of a powerful figure.

To die with such courage, isn't that having guts?
Fei Rong probably knew that if he couldn't even beat the Hong Wen brothers, he definitely couldn't beat him either, which is why he went to the restaurant to have his last meal.

That does indeed correspond to the death in the plot.

"Tsk tsk, Fei Rong is an old man with strength and guts, he's old but doesn't admit he's old. If he hadn't offended me, I'd really like to recruit him and have him keep an eye on things for me..."

"You don't need to worry about what happens next. Wang Jianguo and his team will take over Hong's Company." Nan Zheng thought for a moment, then added:
“In a few days, go to Nightless City Film Company and find Fei Jing. I’ll take you to film a movie.”

"Making a movie?" Xiao Fu was taken aback.

“Yes, the pay is 300,000 yuan, and the filming will probably be completed in less than half a month,” Nan Zheng said.

Actually, he had already calculated how much time it would take. In his previous life, the movie "Young and Dangerous" was filmed in less than seven days.

The reason it took seven days is because all sorts of things to do during editing were taken into account.

"Making movies? I don't know how." Xiao Fu scratched his head; this was indeed a blind spot for him.

"No one is born knowing how to masturbate."

"If you don't know how, just learn. It's that simple. You can get that 300,000 yuan paycheck in a few days. That's faster money than killing someone. Don't you want it?"

"Of course I want it!" Xiao Fu said immediately.

"I'll try my best, and if it doesn't work out, I'll come back."

"Go ahead." Nan Zheng waved his hand; he knew Xiao Fu wouldn't refuse.

They have filial piety.

I plan to earn money to buy a villa for my elderly mother.

He initially said he wanted to buy a house, but after coming to Nan Zheng's side and seeing how quickly money could be made, he changed his mind and said he wanted a villa.

He also said it would be best to build his own courtyard house.

Tsk tsk, you've got desires.

However, people with desires are more likely to act decisively.

Nan Zheng glanced at the time; she had to go back to the main hall for a meeting that evening to report on the situation.

But there's no rush. Going to have sex first to vent your anger is fine.

……

In less than two hours, the Hong Company was completely destroyed.

Wang Jianguo and his men seized two streets and amassed tens of millions of yuan and thirteen land deeds.

Adding it all up, it's definitely over 20 million.

If these dozen or so land deeds were held for two years, their value might double again.

Nan Zheng took a nap, and when she woke up, He Min was limping, returning to bed after using the toilet with a resentful expression. "You're so angry as soon as you get back, who offended you this time?" "You offended me!" Nan Zheng raised her hand and slapped her pert buttocks hard, scolding her.

"Going to the toilet in your underwear? I've seen every inch of your body before!"

"You're still fucking wary of me?"

"Go to hell!" He Min bit Nan Zheng on the shoulder.

He huffed and puffed, "It's cold!"

"Cold? Then reach out and warm your hands," Nan Zheng said with a laugh.

He Min couldn't help but roll her eyes.

I've never seen this bastard be decent for even a day.

Just then, the phone rang.

"Hey?"

"Boss, the cleanup is all done. Hong Wen committed suicide." Wang Jianguo said directly.

"Suicide? Does he really have that much courage?" Nan Zheng sneered.

"After I paid the money, he brandished the knife himself. At first, I thought he was going to stab me..."

"I guess he's feeling guilty. A small thing caused his parents' decades-long business to fail, and now his own brother has failed too. Who can bear that?" Wang Jianguo muttered.

Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow: "What, are you saying I'm petty and vindictive?

“No, no, no, the boss is so kind-hearted, he didn’t even lay a hand on their whole family, how can that be considered holding a grudge?” Wang Jianguo said quickly.

He Min, who was listening intently from the side, suddenly exclaimed, "He's just a little kid, a little kid!"

"You fucking want to die?" Nan Zheng turned around and cursed, startled by the sudden shout.

He Min burst into laughter.

"Boss, Hung Hing wants you to attend a meeting tonight," Wang Jianguo said, suppressing a smile.
"Also, Luo Tianhong has woken up and is at Tsim Sha Tsui Hospital. What's next?"

"We'll see!" Nan Zheng cursed as she hung up the phone, then got up and pounced on him.

"Damn it, how dare you disturb me when I'm doing something important?"

"I'll make sure you can't get out of bed for three days!"

"Spare me, Your Majesty!!!"

Skipping an hour of fighting...

Nan Zheng felt much better after seeing He Min, who was completely hopeless.

He vented all the anger he had held against the two brothers, Moro Bing and Hong Wen.

Saying you're young?

Can I swallow this insult?
"You bastard." He Min weakly punched Nan Zheng in the chest, as if hitting cotton.

"You only need to know what kind of egg tastes good; don't keep saying it out loud."

He Min was even angrier.

Nan Zheng is a complete bastard and a scoundrel, and I will not accept any rebuttal from anyone.

"By the way, where's your cousin? Didn't he say he was coming?" Nan Zheng asked, lighting a cigarette.

"He went back to Tai O, saying he was bringing his underlings and girlfriend back," He Min said hoarsely, placing her foot on Nan Zheng's face.
He said he wouldn't be back until tomorrow at the earliest.

"Okay, I'll go see her then." Nan Zheng slapped He Min's leg away and got up to leave.

Come to think of it, he hadn't met his cousin He Min yet, so it wouldn't hurt to go and see him.

I heard he's a gambling addict?

It's strange that he has a girlfriend and a younger brother by his side.

But this set of accessories seems a bit familiar? I feel like I've seen it somewhere before?

I can't remember it for the time being.

……

"Blind Hui, give me a pack of cigarettes."

As soon as Nan Zheng stepped outside, she saw Blind Hui selling cigarettes and grabbed a pack of Marlboro from him.

Just then, Wang Jianguo drove the car back and landed.

Blind Hui immediately forced a smile: "Brother Zheng, this time it's free."

"What?" Nan Zheng was completely dumbfounded.

This time it's free?
Will they ask for money next time?

"Damn! You bastard, you've got some nerve," Nan Zheng cursed.

"I... I pay the management fee," Blind Hui said, shrinking back.

"I'll give you two free meals a month at most."

"If you don't pay the management fee this month, I'll have sex with your girlfriend to pay off the debt." Nan Zheng kicked him in annoyance.

Blind Hui wasn't completely stupid; after getting a sum of money, he settled down in Tsim Sha Tsui.

He also opened a shoe repair shop with Xiaohui, while he continued to sell cigarettes.

I don't know if I'll make money or not, but I'm sure I won't starve in the future.

“Brother Zheng, Xiao Hui has reformed, and we’re getting married,” Blind Hui stammered.

"You're so good! You've played with chickens that go into the water a lot, but you've never played with chickens that come ashore." Nan Zheng slapped Mang Hui across the head.

He muttered again, "Alright, get out."

"You dare to ask me for money? You've got some nerve now."

"That's right, it's already good enough that they didn't ask you for money." Wang Jianguo smiled and took two packs of cigarettes.

Blind Hui immediately held out his hand: "Fifty."

"What the hell is fifty?" Wang Jianguo was dumbfounded.

"You're not the boss, so it's not free," Blind Hui muttered.

Wang Jianguo was so angry that his nose was crooked.

After getting on the bus, Xiao Hui hurriedly bought some cigarettes and alcohol from the shoe store across the street to express her gratitude.

Nan Zheng got out of the car in anger and slapped Mang Hui on the head: "Learn from others, you scoundrel!"

"Oh." Blind Hui scratched his head.

After cursing and slapping her a few more times, Nan Zheng finally got into the car and left.

Xiao Hui was secretly laughing to herself.

Nan Zheng suspected that Mang Hui was just a little slow on the uptake.

I don't know who I am. When have I ever been charged money by anyone?
Nobody in Tsim Sha Tsui would dare to take my money!

Soon they arrived at the main hall, and Nan Zheng went in to see that all the leaders were present.

Brother Ji immediately stood up and blew his rascal whistle: "Wow, the number one gangster in Southeast Asia is back!"

"Liangzheng, you've really shown your prowess now. You beat Moro Bing to a pulp in just two or three days. Now half of Southeast Asia knows how awesome you are," Thirteen Sister said with a smile.

"Stop talking nonsense! I lost two brothers in Haojiang and injured more than twenty others. You all need to raise ten million for their resettlement expenses!" Nan Zheng shouted as she sat down in the chair.

"Damn, is it really that expensive?" Brother Ji immediately started cursing, and stopped whistling.

"So, you're not convinced? How about I become Moro Bing and you become Liang Zheng?" Nan Zheng tilted her head, meaning she wanted to fight again.

Brother Ji's face immediately darkened.

Do you think I'm stupid enough to fight you? Do you even want to keep your back from getting sore?
However, everyone was in a good mood.

After all, with Morobing gone, eliminating a major threat, the casino will have at least three million in revenue every year once it opens.

Even if it's split evenly, ten million isn't a lot.

"Ah Zheng, you did a good job this time." Liang Kun tapped the table, in a good mood.

"Moro Bing's downfall has thrown the Number Gang into chaos. I've already sent Big B to plant his flag, and I estimate it won't be long before we make a lot more money."

"Haojiang belongs to the collective. The more territory and business we have, the more we get."

"So ten million is ten million, it's not that much if we split it up."

"The most important thing is not to discourage those who have made contributions." Liang Kun's words were very well said, and no one could find fault with them.

After all, Liang Zheng went this time.

You'll get the same treatment next time you go.

The most important thing is equality.

"You can make tens of millions in just a few days. I wish I had gone." Dafei said with envy.

He was so poor in North Point that he had no money left. A while ago, the emperor came out and challenged him.

Therefore, they became even poorer.

Not to mention that Da Fei wanted to fight Chen Haonan, but at this moment he had no resources to offer in a fight.

“There’s still a guy named Gao Laosi in Haojiang. He makes tens of millions a year. If you can win him over, the business will be yours. Go for it,” Nan Zheng said sarcastically.

Dafei pursed his lips: "Come on, I was just joking."

Even a fool knows Gao Laosi's strength.

If he earns tens of millions a year, then he must have the ability to maintain tens of millions.

He had at least a hundred gunmen of all sizes, not to mention knife-wielders.

How can a poor wretch who's in charge fight against others?
Not to mention that Gao Laosi was no match for Mo Luobing, yet Mo Luobing was killed by Liang Zheng.

This comparison clearly shows how powerful Liang Zheng was in her actions this time.

After exchanging a few words and finalizing the settlement fee, Liang Kun added, "Liang Zheng, I heard that the boxers that Lan Minglong brought are all from Cambodia's black money group." (From the Hong Kong film Dog Bite Dog)
"You took care of them all before, be careful this black money doesn't come after you."

"You're not as skilled as me, so you're trying to take me down? Should I be afraid?" Nan Zheng sneered.

"I know this Black Gold. He's the owner of the biggest underground boxing ring in Cambodia. He keeps a lot of thugs under his command. They're dragged into dog cages to fight wolves from a young age. If they lose, they get eaten by the wolves; if they win, they eat the wolves, and then they move on to the next fight. So, the boxers who survive to 18 are basically all like desperados... Ah Zheng, this bastard is truly inhuman, and his methods are notoriously ruthless." Brother Ji said immediately.

"Not to mention he has quite a few assassins and gunmen under his command, we really have to be careful."

"You've taken down so many of their boxers who've been supporting them for over a decade, they certainly won't let this go so easily."

"Let's talk about it when we get here," Nan Zheng said, still unconvinced and completely indifferent.

“That’s right, it’s good to be prepared, but there’s no need to be too afraid. After all, this is Hong Kong Island, not Cambodia… We’ll only know if it’s a mule or a horse once it’s out there.” Handsome Kun said with a smile, clearly not taking that poor place seriously.

"If we're already scared before the game even starts, then we might as well not be in this business."

"Not to mention, this is our home ground, this is Hong Kong Island, and this is the domain of the Hung Society."

These words sounded arrogant, but many people in charge nodded in agreement.

The other side has all the Hung Hing-style things they should have, so there's really no need to be afraid of them.

Only Brother Ji, being a fence-sitter, would naturally think of how to save his own life first.

"Alright, let's come again tomorrow. Once we've raised the money, give it to Liangzheng. If there's anything urgent, I'll let everyone know." Liangkun tapped the table and then dismissed the meeting.

……

After leaving the main hall, Nan Zheng got into the car and suddenly remembered something.

"Wang Jianguo, how's it going in Tsim Sha Tsui?"

“Nothing’s happening, it’s the same as usual, what’s wrong?” Wang Jianguo asked.

"Really nothing else?"

"Those people from Dong Sheng were scattered and all ran to Yuen Long. Hong Fei completely took over two streets, and that's about it."

"Damn it! That bastard Big D is messing with me!" Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow, her fierce aura spreading out again.

Logically speaking, since Lin Huai Le is dead, the dinosaurs should at least have made some kind of gesture.

But there's been absolutely no movement? Are they treating me like a monkey?
Nan Zheng remembered that after Lin Huai Le died, his territory seemed to have been swallowed up by the Wo Luen Shing gang, and the other gangs never even touched it.

Once this is confirmed, it becomes clear that Big D really messed with himself.

Because it was a foregone conclusion that he would become the leader.

"Damn it, does he really think I went to Macau and died there? Is he trying to play the game of 'death absolves all debts' with me?" Nan Zheng laughed.

Turning his head, he gave the order:

"Scarface, go to Jordan and find out who's in charge of the Wo Shing empire's territory now."

"Check on Big D and the dinosaur's movements again. I need to know exactly when they poop, have sex, eat, and sleep."

(End of this chapter)