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

Chapter 167 "165" Do you really think I'm dead?
In a bar in Wan Chai, Chui Chi is reading a newspaper in his office.

Just then, several men burst through the door and slammed Chui-Chi onto the table. Before he could even see who it was, Chui-Chi angrily shouted, "Who are you? I'm the head of the Luen Shing syndicate!"

"I know you're the head of Wo Shing Pharma." A young man in a suit walked in through the door, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his face expressionless.

"You are also my leader."

"Jimmy?" Blow Chicken looked up in disbelief.

"Are you crazy? You know I'm your boss, why are you still messing with me like this?"

"Get your men to let go right now!"

Hearing the commotion, the chicken-blowing men came over, but they were all chased away by Jimmy's gunmen, leaving the chicken-blowing men terrified.

"Guns? Or a few Black Star rifles?"

"Jimmy, what exactly do you want? I'm your boss!"

"Tell me, where is the dragon head staff?" Jimmy pulled up a chair and sat down.

I didn't want to waste my breath talking to him.

Chiji broke out in a cold sweat. He hadn't expected Jimmy to come for this. He quickly said, "Only the dragon head is qualified to hold the dragon head staff. What do you mean by asking this?"

"You said that?" Jimmy said casually, smoking a cigarette, while Chuiji's heart tightened.

He now understood that Jimmy was determined to become the top leader.

Otherwise, why would they bring these gunmen to arrest him directly?

Even if you have the dragon-headed staff, you might not be able to stop this dragon head.

There's a big D on top of that.

Chick doesn't know that Big D is dead yet, because it's only been less than an hour since Jimmy and the others left the reservoir.

They acted too quickly.

"Grandpa, Big D is dead."

"I killed him." Jimmy's sudden words sent chills down Blowchick's spine.

"I won't hide it from you now. Right now, all I want is the dragon head staff. Don't worry about the rest. I won't do anything to you... I'm a person who respects teachers and elders and cares for the young."

You call this respecting the elderly and caring for the young now?
Chuiji was both shocked and furious to see Ali pinning him to the table so he couldn't move.

Although he was the head of Wo Shing Wo, he was timid and not very ambitious.

Therefore, everyone is in a panic now.

"Bring Four-Eyes Ming here." Seeing that Chuiji looked conflicted, Jimmy didn't bother to ask any more questions and waved his hand, telling Ali to take Chuiji's phone and call for help.

Then he pointed and said, "Grandpa, I'm talking to you nicely now."

"But that might not be the case later."

Ali glanced at Chuiji, still gritting his teeth and looking terrified, without saying a word. Then he picked up the cell phone on the table and called Four-Eyes Ming.

Si Yanming is Chuiji's childhood friend; they've grown up together since they were little.

Now he's even a trusted confidant and driver.

I usually let Four-Eyes Ming handle things.

Therefore, the other party must know where the dragon head staff is, and it might even be on him.

Jimmy was right; in the story, the chicken was indeed the dragon head stick that Four-Eyes Ming had hidden.

"Hello?" A moment later, a groggy voice answered the phone.

He was clearly still half asleep.

"Ming-ge, it's me, Ali." Ali said bluntly on the phone.

"Ali?" Four-Eyes Ming was completely confused, clearly not remembering who it was.

“Jimmy’s men,” Ali said directly, glancing at Jimmy who nodded, and continued:
"The boss wants you to bring the stick over, right here in the Wan Chai bar."

Just as Chuiji opened his mouth to speak, Jimmy suddenly grabbed a knife and stabbed Chuiji in the palm.

He immediately let out a scream of pain.

"What's that sound?" Four-Eyes Ming asked immediately on the phone, not trying to hide anything.

Ali said calmly, "Jimmy is fighting with Big D right now. Bring the stick over. The boss said we need a stick to get things done."

"Okay." Four-Eyes Ming was very puzzled, but he still hung up the phone with some doubt.

Jimmy immediately said, "Call Wu and tell him to go to Four-Eyes Ming's house and arrest him."

Chuiji was taken aback.

“No problem.” Ali nodded.

"Boss, don't blame me. You're going to suffer quite a bit more later." Jimmy stared expressionlessly at the hair-streaked chicken.

In reality, he wasn't asking Four-Eyes Ming for the dragon head cane at all; rather, he was using the phone call to test whether Four-Eyes Ming was in Hong Kong Island.

If Four-Eyes Ming were not in Hong Kong Island, he would definitely say that the dragon head cane was not in his possession.

Because it had been hidden for a long time.

If Four-Eyes Ming were in Hong Kong Island, he would definitely agree.

Even if it's just a feigned agreement, he'll always agree first to stall for time.

Because this is a human-substitute answer, if the statements haven't been rehearsed beforehand, everything will naturally fall into place.

Those outside who were blowing chickens heard the chickens screaming in the office. Some of the more loyal ones wanted to run out and inform Uncle Deng.

However, they were all driven in by the other gunmen.

Their phones had all been taken away beforehand.

Ten minutes later, A-Wu, wearing a mask, dragged Four-Eyes Ming inside.

Seeing the chicken's hand pinned to the desk, Four-Eyes Ming felt his scalp tingle.

Turning my head, I saw Jimmy sitting calmly on the sofa, with his legs crossed.

"Jimmy, you're fucking insane! You dare to mess with the dragon's head?"

“If I don’t touch him, someone else will touch me,” Jimmy said slowly.

"Ming, we're all just trying to make a living, there's no need to make a fuss."

"Hand over the stick."

Four-Eyed Ming gritted his teeth and looked at Chuiji, who was jumping up and down in pain.

However, he still did not speak.

"Get things done." Jimmy looked at Awu, who then kicked Four-Eyes Ming to the ground.

He then picked up a claw hammer and started beating up Four-Eyes Ming.

"Hand over the stick!" A-Wu punched and kicked the man, and soon Four-Eyed Ming was covered in blood and gore, but he still gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

It was still broad daylight, and the bar had no customers at all, only a few henchmen guarding the entrance.

The rest of them went back to sleep.

Although Ah Wu was Liang Zheng's man, he knew Master Su earlier, so Jimmy was able to get Ah Wu to work for him through Master Su.

Gangsters, what's wrong with having a side hustle?
……

"Aren't you going to talk?" Jimmy glanced at the time. Half an hour had passed since they arrived, and A-Wu was already panting heavily.

Damn, fighting tough opponents is more tiring than masturbating.

Meanwhile, the henchmen outside were becoming increasingly anxious.

Clearly, if this drags on any longer, they will eventually rebel.

Having a gun is useless.

After all, everyone's patience has its limits.

"I'll do it." Jimmy took a deep breath, then called Ali over and whispered a few words to him. Ali then immediately went out.

He knew very well that Uncle Deng would soon find out what was going on at the bar.

It won't take more than an hour.

Although the bar was shut down, Jimmy's whereabouts were not.

In broad daylight, anyone with eyesight would know he had been in this place.

Over time, even gossip can get to this.

Uncle Deng isn't stupid; he could probably figure out what the problem was after a little thought.

This kind of thing can only be solved once and for all.

Either don't do it at all, or if you do it, do it thoroughly.

Jimmy stood up and took off his suit jacket. Just then, Ali came over with a wolfhound and a meat grinder. He suddenly grabbed a knife and chopped off one of Four-Eyes Ming's hands.

Screams erupted immediately.

As soon as the meat grinder was plugged in, a hand was thrown in. Chuiji was horrified and his face turned as pale as paper.

Jimmy shredded the meat in the meat grinder and then threw it all over to feed the dog.

Then he pulled Chuiji over, grabbed his head, and made him watch the wolfhounds eating frantically. He said coldly, "Grandpa, do you really want me to go to such extremes?"

"Your whole family is on Hong Kong Island, and your son is a lawyer. Do you really want them all to die?"

He then took out his phone and dialed:
"Jimmy, what can I do for you?"

"Where's the chicken son?"

"Still at Sai Wan Law Firm."

Where are his wife and children?

"At home..."

"Kill them all." Jimmy's order sent chills down everyone's spines.

He never dreamed that this bastard would be so ruthless, actually wanting his entire family to die.

Originally, Chuiji thought that Jimmy was at least a fellow disciple, and he was the leader, so the other party wouldn't dare to do anything to him. But he never expected that Jimmy would be so ruthless and insane!

"Wait, wait!" Chuiji shouted hurriedly, but the sound of a car accident could be heard over the phone. It sounded like someone had crashed a dump truck into the law firm, with various sounds of glass shattering and people screaming in pain.

Less than a minute later, another voice came from inside: "Completely dead."

"I'm going to find his wife right now..."

"Wait, wait! I'll give it to you!" Chicken cried out in terror. He hadn't expected Jimmy to be so audacious as to try to kill them all.

"Stop it." Jimmy hung up the phone, then kicked the chicken over and cursed, "Do you have to kill one of your sons before you'll agree?"

"Aren't you shameless? Aren't you shameless?!"

"The dragon-headed staff is in my wife's urn, in my wife's urn..."

Chicken cried out in pain, never expecting that Jimmy would actually kill his whole family.

I was filled with extreme regret.

"Where's your wife's urn? Stop fucking crying! Your grandson isn't dead yet, at least not extinct yet!" Jimmy grabbed his collar and roared, his eyes red.

Time was ticking away, and Jimmy couldn't wait any longer.

“Four-Eyes knows perfectly well, let him take you!” Chuiji said quickly. Awu immediately dragged the person out, and then couldn’t help but vomit in the corridor.

Their faces were somewhat pale.

He really couldn't take it anymore at this point, and he cursed as he walked:

"Fuck your mother! Cheng Shi is having nightmares."

"You have to pay extra to get this done, you absolutely have to pay extra, you bastard!"

Jimmy, enraged, kicked the chicken over again. The starving wolfhound gnawed off a piece of the chicken's scalp, causing Jimmy both shock and anger.

Upon closer inspection, the meat had already been eaten clean.

Jimmy slumped on the sofa, a cigarette dangling from his lips in a menacing manner. The gunmen watched, their faces turning pale, their hands trembling as they held their guns.

Damn, that's too ruthless.

Jimmy was also feeling somewhat desperate at this point.

Because he knew very well that once this was done, there was no going back.

We have no choice but to grit our teeth and see it through.

Then let's just grit our teeth and go all the way.

"Ali, clean up all the people here and send them to see Big D," Jimmy said, biting his cigarette and enunciating each word clearly. Ali's expression froze.

"This, Jimmy, Brother Jimmy..."

"Can't you hear what I'm saying?" Jimmy stared sharply at Ali.

Ali's heart sank.

"I'll do it right away."

He then quickly took two gunmen to do his job, and a silencing sound quickly echoed in the hall.

The sound of the rooster's cries was so loud it shattered his liver and gallbladder.

Clang.

"I'll spare your son's wife and children's lives. The choice is yours." Jimmy threw a knife at them and left with his men.

Blowing chickens, his face was ashen.

However, before Jimmy could even leave, his advisor, Su, called: "Jimmy, Uncle Deng couldn't get through to Big D earlier, so he wants you to come over now."

"I understand." Jimmy took the phone and quickly led his men out of the bar.

……

Nan Zheng arrived at Fei Jing's film set and happened to see Xiao Fu finish reshooting the movie scene.

I discovered that this guy also had a long-haired outfit, and his fighting skills were impressive; he actually looked quite convincing.

After all, he was a martial arts emperor.

"boss!"

"boss!"

After everything was settled, Nan Zheng got out of the car, and Fei Jing and the others shouted.

"Is it almost done yet?" Nan Zheng asked, lighting a cigarette.

"It's all set now, all that's left is editing. If we want it to be released, we can finish it in a day. If we want it to be high-quality, then it will take three to five days or more," Fei Jing said.

"Damn, they can get it done in a month, and you can only do it in three to five days at most?" Nan Zheng laughed and cursed.

"Boss, with three generations of my family in the film industry and a century of experience, it's no problem for me." Fei Jing laughed and showed no humility whatsoever.

"Things that others can't figure out, I can figure out and solve in no time. How can it be that difficult?"

"Besides, you were the one who got the script done, so I didn't even have to think about it. That makes me much more efficient."

"That's interesting," Nan Zheng said with a smile.

He recalled that most directors of that era were similar.

I took photos and wrote as I went, and I revised them as I wrote.

Even with such rushed production, the final film still managed to be a huge hit.

Moreover, this is not just a few examples, but the case for most. It is conceivable how strong Hong Kong Island's foundation is today, something few in the North can match in the future.

That's how they make a living.

"There's no need to release it so quickly. There's less than half a month until the Lunar New Year. Let's release it on New Year's Eve and the first day of the Lunar New Year," Nan Zheng said after thinking for a moment.

Most people are on holiday at this time because it's the Spring Festival, and the flow of people is at its highest.

Therefore, as long as the quality is not bad, most movies can be big hits.

At least we won't lose money.

"Wow, a gangster movie, all fighting and killing, and it's going to be released during the Spring Festival? Boss, are you serious?" Fat Crystal teased.

"Of course, do I look like I'm joking?" Nan Zheng slapped him across the face and said with a laugh, "This is a documentary about social realities! Let those kids watch it so they can avoid making the same mistakes in the future."

"As a law-abiding citizen, I should naturally offer more inspiration to the future pillars of society."

"Wow, this works?" Fei Jing laughed.

He really didn't expect Nan Zheng to say that.

Xiao Fu took a sip of water, then walked over and asked, "Is something the matter?"

"No, I just came to take a look." Nan Zheng said lazily. His first erotic film sold so well, making him millions in pure profit, so he naturally wanted to continue his success.

Besides, there's nothing much to do right now, so I'm just idling around anyway.

Let's take a look at the scene.

"This is the outline for the comic. Find someone knowledgeable to write it, then print it out. I want to create a Young and Dangerous universe." Nan Zheng tossed a script to Fei Jing.

Fei Jing opened it and exclaimed in surprise, "Boss, aren't you too busy being both the boss and the screenwriter?"

"You have to be hardworking to make a living! Otherwise, how will you make big money?" Nan Zheng waved her hand and then got into the car.

"If we find an illustrator, please write a first draft for me to review before making any further plans."

"no problem."

Nan Zheng had already planned out the Young and Dangerous universe; she was sure it would be a money-making opportunity.

After all, this industry is indispensable these days, and most people have seen gangsters in real life.

But it's not in books or on TV.

The martial arts genre only became popular in the late 1980s and early 1990s.

It wasn't uncommon in the mid-1980s either.

Leslie Cheung's heroic nature.

However, this film is irreplaceable and will be considered a classic in later generations.

This caused a sensation and created a wave of excitement throughout Southeast Asia.

How can you even compare this?
Nan Zheng also wants to recreate it, but she has to see how well the Young and Dangerous movie performs at the box office.

We can bring all tens of thousands of Hung Hing members to watch; we're sure we won't lose money.

After leaving the film crew, Nan Zheng went to Ye Weiyang's writing magazine.

He had previously asked Taibao to start a newspaper, but unfortunately, it had never been touched.

Now I have some time.

Upon entering, the editor-in-chief was taken aback and immediately stood up: "Boss, what brings you here?"

"Can't I come now?" Nan Zheng walked into the office and sat down with an air of nonchalance.

"No, it was just a bit of an accident," the editor-in-chief said with a grin.

"Alright, this is none of your business. Go call Xiaotong over here."

"No problem." The editor-in-chief thought to himself as he walked, "How come the boss is so familiar with this female reporter?"
It seems we'll have to treat them better from now on.

In this line of work, being perceptive and observant is essential.

Therefore, the editor-in-chief has always been very good at handling things; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to get this position.

Xiaotong quickly entered the office and blushed inexplicably when she saw Nanzheng. "Boss."

"Damn, why are you so hot when you see me? Are you horny?" Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"No, no, I'm just a little nervous..." Xiaotong said timidly.

"I haven't even taken my pants off yet, why are you so nervous?" Nan Zheng was completely bewildered.

Xiaotong's face turned even redder.

Actually, girls can't forget someone who's both handsome and bad at first sight.

Especially since Xiaotong had previously impersonated Nanzheng's girlfriend to do things, and Nanzheng had even said that after the matter was over, he would do what a girlfriend should do...

Now that Nan Zheng has really arrived, Xiao Tong naturally thought of that sentence.

But how long has it been? Nan Zheng had long forgotten most of it.

However, upon seeing Xiaotong, Nanzheng was reminded of that dinosaur-themed blunder.

It seems they're still in the basement.

I need to find out what's going on first; we need to hurry up and swallow up the dinosaur's territory.

The prince previously said he had swallowed up the entire Xinji Street, but now it seems he's now the one with the dinosaurs.

Damn it, I forgot about that.

We lost out.

Nan Zheng grew angrier the more she thought about it, then slapped Xiao Tong's pert buttocks and said irritably, "You've done what I asked you to do before."

"Huh?" Xiaotong was a little dumbfounded. So fast?
"What do you mean 'ah'? Do it right now, immediately!"

"Oh..." Xiaotong looked at Nanzheng's murderous aura and felt inexplicably scared. She felt ashamed and wronged. How could he scold her like that?

Don't we need to prepare ourselves mentally?

Does working here mean you don't have to consider your own feelings?

Xiaotong closed the door with a pitiful expression, then took off her clothes, her eyes reddening.

"Why are you closing the door?" Nan Zheng was bewildered.

"Take off, take off your clothes, or else... how will you do that? You want to do it openly and honestly?" Xiaotong's voice grew softer and softer.

"Are you fucking crazy? Who said I was going to fuck you here?"

Nan Zheng slapped her forehead and remembered, then exclaimed, "I meant Jiang Sheng's photo!"

"Huh?" Xiaotong was dumbfounded again.

Then she remembered that Nan Zheng had given her more than a hundred photos before, saying that she should print all of them into newspapers and distribute them to spread negative news about the new newspaper.

However, Xiaotong misinterpreted the situation as something that happened in bed...

Now half of their clothes are off.

The remaining options are neither taking them off nor keeping them off.

The dimly lit room became awkward for a moment.

"Damn it! If we don't eat it, it's a waste." Seeing that things were already like this, Nan Zheng simply decided to go all the way and drag Xiao Tong down.

Two hundred thousand words of battle omitted...

Half an hour later, Xiaotong, feeling both shy and embarrassed, tidied her clothes and hurriedly put on her shoes and socks on the sofa.

"Well, this is just the appetizer. Let's get serious and go to the hotel."

"I'll be waiting for you at the Grand Fortune Hotel tomorrow." Nan Zheng sat in a chair, looking refreshed, and smoked a cigarette.

He also adjusted his belt.

He didn't do anything else, except teach Xiaotong to speak English for half an hour.

That's all.

This place is not suitable either.

"I know, I know..." Xiaotong's voice was a little hoarse. She lowered her head, her face flushed, and opened the door to go out.

"Remember to send the message!" Nan Zheng called out again, her expression full of interest.

He felt this girl was quite interesting.

It's obviously a novice.

We'll have to come up with something new then.

After finishing her cigarette, Nan Zheng slowly went out. The editor-in-chief, his eyes darting around, smiled at the door and said, "Boss, Xiao Tong is quite good at her job. I'm planning to promote her to editor-in-chief in a few days."

"Do as you please," Nan Zheng said dismissively as she got into the car.

The editor-in-chief smiled as he watched the Chevrolet speed away.

I stayed in the office for about an hour.

Every man knows why.

However, he never expected that his boss would act so recklessly.

Office ladies are all straightforward.

……

"Who is it?" Nan Zheng hadn't even gotten home when a phone call suddenly came in.

"Boss, it's me." Hong Fei's voice came from inside.

"You're here just in time. Tonight, throw the dinosaur out of Tsim Sha Tsui and, while you're at it, swallow all the dinosaur's burrows clean."

"can."

Nan Zheng felt that the dinosaur's territory was already hers to possess.

I never expected that the Crown Prince would eat one of them. I have to make that loser cough up some oil.

After all, when have I ever suffered a loss?
If he doesn't give it to me, I'll just take it myself.

It just so happens that I've taken in Tian Yangsheng and his people. I can just cover up and ask the Prince and all his men to leave Tsim Sha Tsui. Then I can reluctantly help him take care of them. Isn't that reasonable?

My Liangzheng is the most loyal of all!

“There’s one more thing,” Hong Fei said. “It seems the framing incident has been exposed. The Ni family just told me that you have to give them an explanation for sending someone to injure Gandhi, otherwise this matter cannot be left like this.”

"Is Ni Kun blind? Doesn't he know how awesome I am now? Where did he get the nerve?"

Nan Zheng chuckled, but after a moment's thought, she realized what was going on.

Ni Kun is from a triad family in Tsim Sha Tsui, a local tyrant who has been entrenched for decades. How could he not know how powerful and formidable he is now?
The title of "King of Gangsters" is considered well-deserved by everyone in Hong Kong.

At this moment, Ni Kun spoke up...

This is a show of force, an attempt to put himself down, and then establish his authority in Tsim Sha Tsui!
After all, he's been in the underworld for decades and hasn't been dealt with by the cops. What kind of fool is Ni Kun?
Therefore, there must be a reason.

"Damn it! Call me right now and ask if it was Ni Kun who posted this. If it was, I'll skin him alive!"

"You want me to confess? When the hell have I ever confessed since I started this business?" Nan Zheng immediately cursed.

He hates it most when someone tries to sabotage or trick him, whether openly or secretly.

Even if Jesus came, he wouldn't give them any face.

Not to mention Ni Kun, who pulls a van.

After hanging up the phone, Nan Zheng returned home shortly afterward, just in time to receive news that Hong Fei had led a group into the dinosaur base camp.

This kid is not only fast with his knife, but also fast with his movements.

Upon entering the lobby, I discovered that He Min was not there. She had been at the main store for the past few days, occasionally going to the casino to check on Chen Xiaodao's progress.

He looked at her more than he looked at his son.

"Boss, the phone." As soon as Nan Zheng sat down, Scarface handed her a cell phone.

"Who?"

“It’s Taibao,” Scarface said. Ah Wu had gone to do something, so the other party called Taibao.

Currently, only these two people can directly contact Nan Zheng.

One was a trusted confidant, and the other was the second-in-command of the headquarters.

"Who is it?" Nan Zheng picked up the phone.

“Mr. Nan, it’s me,” Gao Jin said with a smile. “I just arrived at the nightclub and bought some gifts to see you, but I couldn’t find you.”

"No need for gifts. Let's just talk on the phone." Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow, already having guessed pretty much what was going on.

Gao Jin hadn't expected the other party to be so direct. After a moment of silence, he said, "Mr. Nan, I was a bit rude earlier. I originally wanted to apologize in person, but I didn't expect you to be here. So, I'd like to apologize to you in advance..."

"I've considered what you said before, and I think it's fine."

"Assassinated?" Nan Zheng asked jokingly, and Gao Jin was immediately shocked.

"How did you know?"

"There was no assassination attempt, I was just being followed," Gao Jin explained.

"You won't know what pain is until you get punched yourself." Nan Zheng sneered, "I've seen plenty of people like you. You only know to regret it when you get beaten up. I expected this."

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Since Mr. Gao Jin is being so kind, I'll give you face in return."

"After all, he's a good friend of yours and has helped me out before. Let's keep things separate, isn't that reasonable? Besides, I'm making money too."

“I recently recruited a new group of people, and I’ll have a few of them protect you. As long as there aren’t any grenades or explosives, you definitely won’t die,” Nan Zheng said after a moment’s thought.

Tian Yangsheng had seven siblings.

Give Gao Jin two or three, plus Long Wu, that's enough to protect him.

And this also allows them to be taken hostage.

Tianyangsheng and his gang of scoundrels are good at taking money and doing their jobs; they're not good at playing tricks.

No one can escape.

"Thank you in advance." Gao Jin smiled.

"No need to thank me, it's just a win-win cooperation, neither of us owes each other anything."

"Come to my office tomorrow," Nan Zheng said nonchalantly; he always saw things clearly.

Friends are friends, and interests are interests.

It is absolutely impossible to confuse them.

They should not be confused.

Of course, if someone tries to take advantage of her under the guise of feelings, Nan Zheng wouldn't mind getting rid of them and taking advantage of them.

After hanging up the phone, Nan Zheng thought for a moment and then instructed, "Scarface, find out the background of the Ni family and Ni Kun. I need it within a day."

"Also, find out what the anti-triad group is up to. I need to get information on the Lin Jing and Lin Sheng brothers in Macau, and the Xiang family..."

“No problem.” Scarface nodded.

Nan Zheng felt that if Ni Kun dared to challenge her at this time, there was a high probability that he intended to take action against her, or even that he would definitely do so.

Because if we don't take action, the other party can simply avoid a confrontation, or even be polite and courteous.

There's no need to spread messages like this, trying to make it known to everyone.

Damn, that's awesome... Do you really think I'm dead?
Nan Zheng wondered if they should strike first and take down Ni Kun, that good-for-nothing, and then wipe out Tsim Sha Tsui?
Perhaps Huang Zhicheng will also find it useful.

Dogs fighting dogs is also a good option.

(End of this chapter)