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

Chapter 166 "164" Jimmy, the Seven Sons of Heavenly Nourishment: If you don't give it to him, chop him up and feed him to the dogs.
"How did things go?" Nan Zheng tossed him a cigarette, which Xiao Fu caught.

Then he took out a lighter and slowly lit it.

"It's almost all done."

"Almost all of Black Gold's men have been dealt with."

"They were even hung up and tied to telephone poles, they were all turned into living dead."

"Tsk tsk, how cruel!" Nan Zheng smiled, seemingly more interested than genuinely afraid of the cruelty.

“Those are all leaders of the black market, and even more so their confidants,” Xiao Fu said.

“These people have been with the black money since they were young, so there were quite a few loyal ones, but they have all been swept away now... The rest are all just doing things for money. We’ve taken about a hundred of them in the last few days.”

“Not bad, at least there are people to do the work.” Nan Zheng nodded.

"If you take money to do something, as long as you're not stingy, there's basically no one who would betray you."

"After all, it's a poor place. People are loyal to whoever has money. Just keep an eye on them."

"That's what I think too," Xiao Fu exhaled a cloud of mist.

Southeast Asia has little to offer, but it has plenty of people.

The gap between the rich and the poor is enormous, which is why there are so many gunmen coming from that place.

The main problem was the rampant proliferation of firearms with little regulation, coupled with the low value of human life, so anyone with even a little marksmanship could become a gunman.

Therefore, as long as enough money is invested, a large number of armed forces can be trained very quickly.

Otherwise, how could there be so much infighting?
"Liang Kun, what are you doing over there now?" Nan Zheng asked again.

"They run casinos to win people over. Now they're wearing white headscarves, looking like terrorists, and they're out there every day promoting all sorts of ways to make money..."

"What methods are there to make money?"

"They'll burn, kill, loot, and plunder. They'll rob whoever has the most money, and beat whoever has the most money."

"Damn! Are they trying to make him the main character?" Nan Zheng laughed.

That bastard, Liang Kun, is really quite interesting.

However, this is indeed the most effective way to accumulate wealth quickly.

The most important thing is people's hearts.

Once everyone is in place, the foundation of the Hung Hing branch is secure.

Since Liang Kun was handling things personally, Nan Zheng didn't bother with it anymore.

Once things are mostly settled, we can then establish a mercenary group.

Fully prepared, we'll storm Southeast Asia and sweep through the Golden Triangle – that's the real chance to get rich quick!

"Who are those people?" Nan Zheng looked at the seven or eight people sitting on the sofa in the hall. They were all full of murderous aura, without exception. Moreover, their intimidating power was even greater than that of the veterans like Scarface. They exuded an aura of evil.

"The seven siblings of Tianyangsheng that you mentioned before," Xiao Fu explained.

"They've been to Afghanistan, worked as spies in the Soviet Union, and rescued various DP leaders in the Middle East... They'll do anything as long as they have money."

"I've brought the person with me. Whether you can buy him with money is up to you."

"Where's that blond guy?" Nan Zheng tilted her head and looked at the dirty young man in the corner. He was completely out of place with the seven siblings of Tian Yangsheng and was obviously not the same kind of person.

Because the former mercenaries were filled with murderous intent and cold indifference.

The latter carries a chilling aura.

That's right, at first glance, I didn't feel anything, just a strange chill that made my hair stand on end.

He was filthy; to an outsider, he would have been mistaken for a refugee.

“The Black Gold guy.” Little Fu raised an eyebrow slightly. “He killed a bunch of people at the boxing gym before, and then he volunteered to follow me. He said his boss was killed by me and he had no food to eat.”

"That's interesting," Nan Zheng said with great interest.

He felt that Xiao Fu had brought the person back, and his abilities and skills were definitely more than just this.

Otherwise, what's the use of bringing back a useless person?

As for meals...

With hundreds of snack shops under his management, he could probably eat himself to death.

“He’s an assassin, his knife is accurate and fast, and most importantly—he’s inhuman!” Xiao Fu shook his sleeve, revealing a clear tear from the blade.

"He's also doing things for money, but he's not bound by any emotions and acts decisively."

"If you throw enough money at it, he could even make you the Governor of Hong Kong."

"What a talent!" Nan Zheng laughed.

What defines a true killer? It's someone who is cold-blooded and ruthless, so ruthless that they can wipe out an entire family and even disrupt a baby's full moon celebration.

Ultimately, they won't let anyone off the hook, as long as they have money.

Assassins are emotionless; an emotionless assassin is the best assassin.

Unfortunately, humans are made of flesh and blood, and among billions of people in this world, almost none can truly be without emotions.

Try digging up the killer's ancestral grave and see if he gets angry.

It's clear at a glance.

Xiao Fu said he has no feelings or humanity, so he must have some extraordinary qualities.

"However, he doesn't speak Cantonese or Mandarin, only Cambodian and Burmese," Xiao Fu continued, taking a drag of his cigarette.
"It might be quite difficult for you to have a proper conversation with him."

"We might need to find a local translator."

"No need." Nan Zheng said listlessly, which surprised Xiao Fu.

"You actually know how?"

"Being the boss isn't that simple; you have to do everything yourself!" Nan Zheng lazily activated her cheat system, then said:
"Call those seven siblings over first."

"Row."

In no time, Nan Zheng found the universal language, spent 100,000 to buy it, and then spent another 134,000 to upgrade it to level 10.

Finding a translator was very easy for him.

It's just a matter of throwing money at it.

But Nan Zheng is a man of the world; she can't rely on a translator for everything. Besides, if she hires a traitor one day, she might get tricked without even knowing it.

Therefore, a global universal language is very necessary.

At least you can pretend to be weak to take advantage of others.

A moment later, Tian Yangsheng, with a cold expression, expressionless face, and eyes filled with numbness and murderous intent, slowly sat down opposite Nan Zheng.

He was also the most outspoken one here, covered in thorns.

Just like a hedgehog.

"You're Nan Zheng? I heard you've been contacting us frequently lately." Tian Yangsheng tapped the table.

"I'm here today."

"Since you know me, it means you also know my deeds." Nan Zheng lit a cigarette in her mouth, her movements unhurried and slow.

"I've heard of him, that fierce martial arts master from the battle of a thousand men at the Fireworks Terrace... but it's none of my business." Tian Yangsheng smiled.

"Seven hundred thousand a month, you can divide it among yourselves." Nan Zheng leaned back in her chair and exhaled a smoke ring.

"That's over eight million a year, nearly ten million. That's the average salary."

"There's an extra reward for each completed task."

"Now you can consider it."

"Interesting." Tian Yangsheng's smile widened, and Tian Yangen, Tian Yangyi, and the others became restless.

Now, Nan Zheng has also increased the basic salary for others to 100,000 yuan per month.

After all, the bosses all have their underlings. How can they survive without spending some money?
Even if you're just trying to get by, you can still do pretty well.

"Agree or disagree, is it that hard? Hmm?" Nan Zheng looked at Tian Yangsheng and the others with a hint of contempt in her eyes.

Tian Yangsheng interrupted them with a single sentence, then turned to Nan Zheng and said, "Boss."

“Okay.” Nan Zheng nodded and then made another call to A Wu.

Then he was asked to come over and arrange accommodations for Tian Yangsheng and the others.

"From now on, you'll be living in Tsim Sha Tsui and will act as my bodyguards, going in and out. I'll take care of all your identification documents so you can show your face openly and not get caught by the police."

"Come to work tomorrow."

“Okay.” Tian Yangsheng then got up and swaggered away with his men.

Nan Zheng's expression was somewhat amused.

Just now, Tian Yang En communicated in Burmese, asking if they wanted to kidnap someone for a big score.

Tianyangyi said he would wait and see.

Tian Yangzhi said there are hundreds of gunmen here, and anyone who has any ideas will die. He advised that before getting ambitious, one should use their brain first.

Later, Tian Yangsheng agreed.

In fact, Nan Zheng wasn't surprised at all that these mercenaries were double-crossing each other.

To his surprise, the new universal language pack he had just bought was already in use so quickly.

It was definitely worth the money.

As for whether Tian Yangsheng will double-cross...

Nan Zheng wasn't worried at all.

They don't even think about where they are or where they are.

If they can kidnap hostages, why can't we do the same?

Don't they know they're hostages? Who gave them the courage?

Anyway, we'll find out later.

At worst, Nan Zheng would just feel a little sorry for them and send them all down to meet Hei Jin, since they would be missing the strength of the capital.

Playing a round of Tianyang'en before you die wouldn't be bad.

Then he asked Xiao Fu to call the young man over.

Nan Zheng found it even more interesting.

This person actually bears a striking resemblance to Edison Chen.

"What's your name?" Nan Zheng asked, and A Peng, who was eating half a steamed bun, suddenly looked up.

"You understand the Triangle language?"

"What's your name?" Nan Zheng asked again, too lazy to waste words with him.

"Apeng."

"Here's 100,000." Nan Zheng tossed 100,000 Hong Kong dollars from the drawer, then slammed it down in front of A Peng, pointing with her finger:

"From now on, whoever I tell you to kill, you will kill."

"I only have this one condition, is that alright?"

"I'd be more than happy to." Apeng glanced at Nanzheng, his cold gaze completely unwavering, just like the eyes of a dead man.

Apart from the pupils not turning white, there was almost no difference.

This guy is definitely ruthless.

A ruthless person in name only.

Because he had emotions inside, but his eyes and expression didn't change at all.

This indicates that their childhood experiences were unique.

They are at least more cruel, tyrannical, and ruthless than people like Tian Yangsheng.

After all, the seven siblings had a bond of loyalty and affection.

After letting Xiao Fu take the person out, Nan Zheng finally realized where she had seen A Peng before.

The top assassin in the Hong Kong film "Dog Bite Dog".

Nan Zheng remembered this guy; he was truly inhuman in the story, eating a steamed bun while blowing someone's head off—so ruthless that he didn't even realize it when he saw it.

This film truly demonstrates what it means to be decisive and ruthless.

If Ah Peng hadn't found a girlfriend and had a child, showing some humanity, he might have actually slaughtered all the police officers in the end.

After settling everything, Nan Zheng called Tai Bao and said, "Spread the word that I'm going to recruit more people and expand my manpower."

"We need at least a thousand men, men who are willing to fight and kill."

"No problem, boss."

"Leave it to me."

……

Inside the Peninsula Hotel, Gao Jin and Jenny had just finished their meal at the Western restaurant when they suddenly noticed someone staring at them. After being discovered, they quickly lowered their heads and pretended to eat.

"Jin." Jenny panicked a little. Women are naturally sensitive creatures, so she immediately noticed that something was wrong.

Ko Chun then sat back down in the restaurant and made a phone call to Lung Wu.

In crowded places, even if there is danger, it is difficult for the other party to make a move.

But things are different once you're inside the room.

A moment later, Long Wu came down. Gao Jin pointed directly to the dining table not far away. The man turned to run, but he was caught before he could run more than a few steps.

He was then dragged into the toilet by Long Wu.

Less than five minutes later, Long Wu came out, wiping his hands as he went:
"Chen Jincheng's men." "Kill me?"

“No, I’m just watching you,” Long Wu said slowly.

"This is the Peninsula Hotel, one of the richest and most luxurious locations in Hong Kong. Even if Chen Jincheng were mentally challenged, he wouldn't do anything to you here. He has a warrant for his arrest."

"Besides, you're just betting against him, not trying to kill him..."

"It's hard to tell who will win or lose. If he's going to make a move against you right now, then it goes without saying that outsiders know he's no match for the God of Gamblers, Ko Chun."

"On the contrary, it will put us at a disadvantage and make us look inferior."

"Then why is he following me?" Gao Jin asked, looking puzzled.

"Do bad people need a reason to break the law?" Long Wu retorted, leaving Gao Jin speechless.

indeed so.

Moreover, by taking the initiative himself, he would be undermining Chen Jincheng's interests.

Staring at myself doesn't seem to be a problem.

However, not taking action today doesn't mean they won't take action next time.

Because people change...

Without a moment's thought, Gao Jin said, "Let's go to Tsim Sha Tsui and look for Liang Zheng."

"Okay." Long Wu replied indifferently.

……

Meanwhile, Jimmy left Jordan and then went to Sham Shui Po to find Lung Gen.

This is his boss.

The eldest is Guan Zai Sen.

"Uncle Longgen." Jimmy walked into a tea restaurant and immediately saw Longgen smoking a cigarette while staring intently at the busty girl in front of him who was jumping rope.

"Jump faster, jump faster!"

"Same as always," Jimmy muttered, then sat down next to him and lit a cigarette.

After a long while, Longgen called out, "Jimmy, what brings you here?"

"Aren't you the boss now?"

“I’m going to be the biggest one now,” Jimmy chuckled, and Longgen suddenly turned his head.

"What did you say?"

"Old Ding, you're not playing dumb with me now, are you? Don't you know what Uncle Deng is thinking? He said a long time ago that he would support me."

“I know that old guy, but I also know you. Didn’t you say you were afraid of dying and didn’t fight? When did you change your mind?” Longgen waved for the big-breasted girl to leave, chewing on his pipe with great interest.

"Whether you fight or not, you'll die. Either way, you're going to die, so you have to give it a try." Jimmy sighed with a mix of emotion and helplessness.

"Tsk, Big D won't do anything to you. At most, you'll just suffer a little," Longgen said disdainfully, clearly aware of the other's temperament.

But he didn't know that the sentence referred to Liang Zheng.

"Anyway, I've already said it all, are you going to support me or not?"

“If you want to compete, then I’ll definitely support you, you bastard!” Longgen smiled. If Jimmy takes over, then he can stand shoulder to shoulder with Uncle Deng. With that status, he will definitely earn more than he does now.

They're all old guys; of course, their biggest concern is figuring out how to make money.

We can't fight, and we can't do anything.

If Longgen were capable, he wouldn't need to watch people jump rope every day.

All that's left is to make money.

After all, the only one who truly cared about Wo Shing was Uncle Tang, but everyone thought he was inexplicable and acted like a lunatic.

If he weren't the most senior and highest-ranking, someone would probably have beaten him up long ago.

"That's enough." Jimmy stood up, pointed, and turned to leave.

"I'm going to find Big D right now."

"What a ridiculous thing to do," Longgen cursed. "They just chatted for a couple of minutes and then left?"
At least treat me to the Golden Lion King game once.

If all else fails, I can just buy Viagra.

……

Meanwhile, Big D was recuperating in his villa, surrounded by numerous bodyguards on patrol.

He grew angrier the more he thought about it.

It was all because of that bastard Liang Zheng that everyone was in a state of panic, and he spent a lot of money to protect himself, fearing that he might be killed one day.

Liang Zheng is a notorious bastard who has no humanity. He has taken down many big shots in the underworld. Big D has no choice but to be on guard.

Just then, the phone rang.

"Who is it?" Big D asked impatiently as he picked up the phone. His temper had been getting worse and worse these past few days, and he was becoming increasingly irritable and impatient.

"Brother D, it's me."

"Jimmy?" Big D asked, puzzled.

"The weather's nice today, let's go fishing."

"Fish your mother's fish!" Big D cursed. "Don't you know I've been shot and need to recover for a while?"

"Brother D, it's just fishing, why get so angry?" Jimmy laughed.

"Or are you afraid to come?"

"I wouldn't dare? What the hell is there that I wouldn't dare to do? Huh?" Big D glared and roared.

"Where?"

“A reservoir in Kwai Tsing,” Jimmy said casually, then added, as if afraid he wouldn’t come.

"Here you find the answer. Whether you become the leader or not, today is the day."

"Damn it!" Big D cursed, finally understanding.

In the past few days, Big D has put a lot of pressure on Deng Bo, urging him to skip the election and directly appoint himself as the leader.

But that old bastard absolutely refused.

They also said that rules are rules and cannot be broken.

It now seems that Uncle Deng supported Jimmy's promotion in an attempt to maintain a balance of power.

If it weren't for Jimmy's words, Big D really wouldn't have realized what was happening.

"Damn it, they promised to make me the leader, but now they're supporting someone else to check and balance me?" Big D's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

With a fierce look on his face, he said, "You old bastard, do you really want to die?"

"Big D, what's up?" Big D's wife came over.

"It's nothing." Big D got off the sofa in an annoyed manner, then hopped out the door on one foot. "Long Hair, call two bodyguards and come with me to the reservoir."

"Bring me the fishing rod."

"At this time, someone invites you to go fishing? Could there be a conspiracy?" Sister-in-law D worried.

"I'm Big D from Wo Shing! Who dares to do anything to me?" Big D scoffed, not taking Jimmy seriously at all.

Lin Huai Le has already failed, let alone Jimmy, who is a newly appointed leader.

According to Big D's estimation, Jimmy probably came to ask him to withdraw from the election.

But he was afraid that he would kill him, so he asked me to go fishing.

Everyone knows that Big D likes fishing, so catering to his hobby seems normal.

“Your foot is injured right now, so it’s inconvenient for you. I’ll go with you,” said Sister-in-law D.

Big D thought about it and agreed.

I've been keeping an eye on Liang Zheng these past few days and have had some free time, so it might be nice to go for a walk together to relax.

A moment later, Big D arrived at the reservoir with several bodyguards. After getting out of the car, he saw Jimmy sitting alone in the reservoir, smoking and fishing.

"Big D, you're here?" Jimmy waved without turning his head, his eyes seemingly fixed on the reservoir, but actually looking at the reflection on the water to see how many people Big D had brought.

Soon, a few people helped set up the equipment. Big D sat down next to Jimmy with one leg outstretched, seemingly unharmed.

At most, it might cause numbness.

"Brother D, you only brought a few people with you. Aren't you afraid I'll do anything to you?" Jimmy laughed.

"Do you dare?" Big D asked with a mocking smile.

“That’s right. Big D is highly respected. Apart from Uncle Deng and his group, you are the most powerful person in the country. I just got promoted and I never even dared to dream of such a thing.”

"You'd better not think about anything," Big D sneered.

This is a double entendre.

“Uncle Deng wants to support me to be the person in charge.” Jimmy said slowly, and Big D laughed immediately.

"Jimmy, you dare to mess with me? Even your old man Ding Longgen would get a beating from me! Who do you think you are? Your big boss Guan Zisen treats me like a dog. Who do you think you are?"

"Become the leader? You'd better be able to do it yourself!"

"That's why I came over to ask Brother D for advice." Jimmy put away the empty rod, added more bait, and cast it back in.

"Uncle Deng wants me to take charge, but I know that I'm not qualified or capable enough."

"He still wants me to be... Tell me, what can I do?"

"Of course we should kill him!" Big D said without hesitation, his murderous intent rising at that moment.

"That bastard Fat Deng is using you as a scapegoat. Everyone knows that Big D has more people and more money than anyone else in the entire Wo Shing Wo.

"How can you fight me? Fat Deng is clearly sending you here to your death."

“But, Brother D…you previously mobilized the forces of the Ninth District leader to wipe out the rest of the organization, causing the Wo Luen Shing to suffer heavy losses. Even if I become Uncle Deng and ask you to be the leader again, you won’t be able to hold your position,” Jimmy said meaningfully.

"You don't need to worry about that. Just take out Uncle Deng, and I'll have my own ways of securing this position," Big D said while fishing.

"When the time comes, I'll give you a second-rank marshal position, second only to the leader. You didn't mind coming all the way from Jordan today to tell me this news."

Big D is arrogant and still thinks Jimmy came to make peace.

Instead of trying to seize the top spot.

Jimmy's tone also sounded like he was asking how things were going, not wanting to be a fool and become a scapegoat.

Therefore, Big D felt that Jimmy wanted him to quickly become the leader and find a proper way to do so.

Help him get through this difficult time.

So, Big D was naturally happy to use Jimmy to kill Duncan.

Big D can't take out Duncan himself.

If I do it myself, what if people criticize me later? What if some people disagree? What if my subordinates rebel?
After all, Big D's personality is well-known, and if Uncle Duncan really fails...

Then many people will doubt him.

His great power also limited him.

Many things cannot be done without a plan or method.

"Big D, you really want me to get rid of Uncle Deng?" Jimmy laughed, a cold laugh.

"Jimmy, you're not really going to compete with me, are you?" Big D suddenly snapped out of his daze, his eyes flashing with a hint of malice as he looked at him with disdain.
"You really want to try writing the word 'death'?"

"I remember you have a girlfriend. Have you thought about a way out for her?"

"No, no, I was just asking... Since you want to do it, I'll do it. I'm not really interested in the position of leader."

"I will fully cooperate with you." Jimmy's expression had become calm and composed.

Big D laughed heartily: "Great! It's the best that you made this decision!"

"Having self-awareness is what makes a truly intelligent person. Don't act recklessly like that fool Uncle Deng. Does he really think no one can take him down?"

"You damn fish, why haven't you taken the bait yet after all this time... Thud!"

Big D was in a great mood, cursing and throwing his fishing rod, but just then Jimmy suddenly grabbed a rock from under his feet and smashed it down on Big D's head.

Big D immediately went limp.

With an injury to his foot, he couldn't even run.

Long Hair and Sister-in-law D were taken aback. Just as they were about to get up, several bird calls suddenly came from the woods by the reservoir.

Bang bang bang!

Longhair and his men immediately had bloody holes in their chests and were knocked down.

It's a silenced gun.

Ali quickly led a few gunmen out to finish off the enemy. Jimmy, his face contorted with malice, smashed rocks at Big D's head repeatedly.

The person struggled for a moment, then fell silent.

"Big D, I gave you a chance, but you wouldn't listen!" Jimmy threw down the stone and cursed, then wiped the blood off his hands on Big D's body.

He then had his trusted confidant Ali drag the man to a pre-dug pit and bury him.

"Clean up the mess." Jimmy stood there, watching Ali and the others fill the hole with shovels, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath.
"Find a place to hide the car, then call Chuiji and ask him where he is."

"Big D is dead. The last thing to do is to get the dragon head staff."

"What if we don't give him the chicken?" Ali asked, knowing that the dragon head stick was always in the dragon head's hands.

"No?"

"If he refuses to give it to us, we'll chop him up and feed him to the dogs."

(End of this chapter)