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

Chapter 168 "166" Tsim Sha Tsui won't allow such an awesome person to exist.

In Tsim Sha Tsui, inside a villa, Ni Kun watched from the second-floor balcony as Hong Fei led his men in a fierce battle on the street, swallowing up the dinosaur-like Tuo Di. His face immediately darkened.

"This pretty zither really has a lot of nerve, she doesn't give me any face at all."

"He demanded an explanation, and he just turned around and sent people to plant a flag? Does he think I'm dead?"

“Brother, Liang Zheng is not someone to be trifled with, why provoke her?” said a middle-aged man standing nearby, who was none other than Ni Laosan.

“I’m not provoking him. I just want to show him who the local bully is, who the local tyrant is, that’s all!” Ni Kun said, narrowing his eyes.

"When he attacked Dong Sheng and Xin Ji, did I ever do anything about it? Did I ever pay any attention to him?"

"But what about this bastard? How did he treat me? Hmm? He framed me! After beating up Xinji, he said it was my Ni family who did it, then after beating up the Ni family, he said it was Xinji who did it, anyway, it had nothing to do with him..."

This time it was a frame-up, what will it be next time? He's already stepping on my head. If I don't teach him a lesson, then all these years I've spent in the underworld have been for nothing!"

Ni Laosan fell silent immediately.

He was certainly aware of this matter, and he only learned the truth a few days after Gandhi was discharged from the hospital.

After all, there's no need to investigate who the murderer is. If we let time pass and see who benefits the most, we'll know who's behind the scenes.

Leung Kwong is now the biggest beneficiary of Tsim Sha Tsui, and given the conflict between Sun Kee and Hung Hing, it's easy to guess that he's behind it all.

There's no need to even think about it.

"Brother, I think we need to reconsider carefully. Liang Zheng just defeated Yan Huatai, and everyone is watching. If we make a move against her now, the entire underworld will probably take notice..."

"I want everyone to know that even Liang Zheng will die by my hand! Otherwise, how will outsiders know who the real emperor of Tsim Sha Tsui is?" Ni Kun said arrogantly, his eyes filled with arrogance.

This is not only very different from how she usually is when she enjoys listening to music, but it's almost like they're two different people.

This is the true face of a mafia godfather.

Ni Laosan was also surprised that Ni Kun could have such an expression and be so fierce.

He usually thought he was irritable enough, but he never expected that his older brother would be even more irritable at this moment.

"Brother, what do you want to do?" Ni Laosan asked, lighting a cigarette.

"Let's arrange to meet them and talk first." Ni Kun thought for a moment, then added, "There's no rush."

"If we can't reach an agreement, we'll fight again."

“I, Ni Kun, never cause trouble, but I’m not afraid of trouble either! Now that Liang Zheng has messed with me, I’ll naturally skin her alive.”

"But it's okay to take it slow."

“Okay, I’ll go and inform him,” Ni Laosan nodded and said.

Ni Kun has stood firm in Tsim Sha Tsui for many years, and even the entire anti-triad unit couldn't handle him, so he must have extraordinary abilities.

Do you really think that just by listening to a few songs, a van driver can build an entire triad family and dominate Tsim Sha Tsui?
That anti-gang squad is really full of dead people.

How could someone who can't hide their true nature possibly remain the head of a powerful family for decades?

As soon as Ni Laosan came downstairs, he saw a young man in a white shirt and glasses walking towards him. He immediately smiled and said, "Ah Xiao, you're back?"

“Third Uncle.” Ni Yongxiao nodded with a smile. He was only in his early twenties, and his face and expression were still somewhat immature.

“Now that you’ve graduated from university, it’s time for you to take over your father’s responsibilities,” Ni Laosan said, patting Ni Yongxiao on the shoulder.

“I think the most highly of you here. Because among all your brothers, your intelligence and character are very much like your father’s.”

"I'm going to find my father now. Where is he?"

"It's up there... Alright, that's enough, I have something to do, I'm leaving now." Ni Laosan quickly left, got into his car, and drove away after only a few words.

Upon witnessing this scene, Ni Yongxiao seemed to be deep in thought.

A moment later, he went up to the balcony and saw his father, Ni Kun.

"Father."

"Well, here?"

When Ni Kun turned around and looked at him with a big smile, Ni Yongxiao asked directly, "Did Third Uncle go out just now? Was he going to take care of something about Liangzheng?"

"You actually knew that?" Ni Kun asked in surprise.

"Is a fight about to break out?"

"You know this too?" Ni Kun was even more surprised, because he had heard the whole conversation between Ni Laosan and Ni Yongxiao from the balcony.

Ni Laosan didn't say much.

Therefore, it must have been Ni Yongxiao's own guess.

Or rather, it was expected.

"Ah Xiao, I knew you were smart, but I didn't expect you to be even smarter than I thought." Ni Kun patted Ni Yongxiao on the shoulder with satisfaction.

"The Ni family finally has a successor. It wasn't for nothing that I sent you to study abroad."

"This time, I'm ready to fight and show the outside world that I, Ni Kun, am old, not dead! Otherwise, if we continue to cower like this, who will respect us in the future?"

“Those people from the anti-triad unit have been watching me, but that doesn’t mean I’m afraid, much less that I’m afraid to fight…”

"Ah-Xiao, I know you have a lot of ideas. What are your plans? You can tell me about them."

“Father, I do have a plan.” Ni Yongxiao pushed up his glasses, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"It's not about fighting, but rather... forming alliances and expanding together."

……

Meanwhile, at the Wo Luen Shing headquarters, an emergency meeting had already begun. Many elders, including Uncle Deng, were already in place. Just then, Jimmy slowly walked over with Long Gen.

"Jimmy, where's Big D?" Chuanbao slammed his fist on the table and roared, taking the initiative.

“He went fishing with you a few hours ago, and then disappeared. We still can’t get in touch with him.”

Old Ghost Noodles chimed in, "Jimmy, I just heard too. You went to a bar in Wan Chai? You're such a braggart! Do you even know that?"

“I know Big D died while fishing. I also know Dragon Head committed suicide.” Jimmy lit a cigarette and spoke slowly.

Everyone was shocked.

Because they knew very well that this was definitely not an accident or suicide.

It was murder.

Since the two died at almost the same time, and Jimmy saw both of them at the same time, how could it be an accident or a coincidence?
Even a fool knows it's impossible.

Therefore, at that time, many of his uncles contacted him at the same time, suspecting him.

But now that Jimmy has said it himself, they are still somewhat shocked and incredulous.

That bastard is too audacious!

"You invited Big D to go fishing, and then he disappeared. Now you say he's dead... You went to a bar in Wan Chai, and then some of your buddies went there and found Chicken dead in his office."

You were present at the deaths of both of them. Did you actually kill them?
"Jimmy, you better tell me the truth!" Chuanbao roared angrily. In reality, everyone already knew the truth; this was just a formality.

Jimmy didn't speak, but instead took a few slow puffs of his cigarette, then exhaled a cloud of smoke before slowly saying, "It was Big D. Big D killed Chicken's son and made him hand over the Dragon Head Staff... Afterwards, Chicken sent assassins to kill Big D and his wife and bury them in a pit."

Afterwards, Chui Chi knew that Tsuen Wan was all-inclusive, and Big D would definitely not let him go.

Then he called me, told me to get the dragon-headed staff, and then committed suicide.

The moment the words were spoken, everyone erupted in uproar.

These words were like a thunderclap out of nowhere, a shocking revelation that pierced the heavens.

You fucking think we're idiots, huh?
That old coward, Chuiji, is already a coward, and you actually said he sent assassins to kill Big D and his wife?

Can you say something even more outrageous?
A while ago, Big D beat up the cripple on Green Mountain Road. At least the cripple complained to someone afterward.

If Ke Chuiji was going to get beaten, he could only keep quiet, cover his face, go home, and secretly cry under the covers at night. At most, he would come back to Uncle Deng to complain...

Do you think someone like that would send a gunman?

You might as well say it was the Governor of Hong Kong who did it.

This is much more believable than the Chicken Pie Killer!
"Later, before Blowing Chicken committed suicide, he asked me to take care of his wife and his grandson, and I agreed." Jimmy slowly took out the dragon head stick again.

He threw it directly on the table: "This stick is the evidence."

"Of course, whether you believe it or not is irrelevant; that's just the truth."

"Jimmy, can you talk any more nonsense? Do you think we're idiots?" Chuanbao shouted, getting up and looking furious.

"Don't even mention what you're saying. Even if you, a brat, stood in front of me and said it yourself, I wouldn't believe you!"

"Who doesn't know what kind of person Wo Shing Foo Chicken is?"

"Whether you believe me or not is your business," Jimmy said slowly, calmly.

Old Ghost looked at Uncle Deng and noticed his expression was grim and uncertain, but he didn't speak. After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "Jimmy, what evidence do you have?"

"Yeah, right! You said that Blow Chicken gave it to you, so Blow Chicken gave it to you? I could say that you killed the person and then stole it!" Chuan Bao cursed.

Chuanbao truly lives up to his reputation as someone who gets paid to do things. Even after Big D died, he still acted decisively and spoke directly to the heart of the matter.

In fact, that's what everyone thinks, but there's no evidence.

When fellow students confront each other, they need evidence.

By saying this, Chuanbao was essentially openly breaking ties with Jimmy.

Before Jimmy could speak, Longgen, sitting in front of him, chuckled while biting his pipe and said, "Don't talk nonsense without evidence."

"Then do you have any evidence to prove that Jimmy didn't kill him first? In broad daylight, quite a few people saw him go into the Chicken Bar. And not long after, Chicken died, he died!" Chuan said, his face flushed.

"Of course." Only then did Jimmy, seeing that the atmosphere was about right, clapped his hands, and then Four-Eyes Ming was pushed in by Ali.

The other person was in a wheelchair.

Pushing the flustered four-eyed Ming in front of the crowd, Ali patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, these are all the uncles of Wo Luen Shing. Big D's men won't do anything to you."

"If you have something to say, just say it."

"Yes, yes... it was indeed Big D who drove the boss to his death. The boss was afraid of retaliation, so he committed suicide." Four-Eyes Ming gritted his teeth and suppressed his fear.

One hand was already empty.

My whole body was trembling slightly.

But when Siyanming said that, everyone present was immediately silenced.

Since Four-Eyed Ming was a confidant of Chuiji, and Chuiji is dead, his words are the most credible.

Even if it's fake, that's still true.

Exhaling a cloud of mist, Longgen smiled and said, "Chuanbao, I've said it before, don't say things without evidence."

"Don't let this affect our unity."

"You, you..." Chuan Bao trembled with anger.

Those present were all shrewd old foxes. Seeing how terrified Four-Eyes Ming looked, it would be a lie to say that it had nothing to do with Jimmy.

But what can be done?
The current leader is dead, the soon-to-be leader is dead, and all that's left is Jimmy.

They were just recently supported.

Most of them are either unqualified or have already retired.

What can you do? What else can you do?
It's a dead end.

Moreover, Jimmy's actions were incredibly precise, almost like hitting the nail on the head. He figured that if he eliminated everyone who posed a threat to him, then he would be free of any threat.

It doesn't matter if there are loopholes or flaws.

As long as we win, that's enough.

"We have all the witnesses and evidence, the dragon-headed staff, the symbol of the new leader... Now that the prospective leader and the current leader have both died from mutual harm, it's time to find a new leader." Jimmy lowered his head, extinguished his cigarette, and began:

"Such a large organization can't be without a leader for even a day. Someone has to take charge. Now that everyone's here, isn't that perfect?"

"Uncle Deng, you are the most senior and highest-ranking person here, please say something."

Uncle Deng's expression immediately darkened.

He really didn't expect it to turn out this way.

From the moment he helped Jimmy rise to power, he was convinced that Jimmy was controllable.

But now it seems that Jimmy is the most uncontrollable one.

He's even more uncontrollable than Big D.

It has reached a point of utter lawlessness.

"Old Deng, I remember you said you'd support Jimmy, right? Now it's time to give an answer, isn't it?" Longgen chuckled, biting his pipe, breaking the silence.

Only then did everyone understand the real reason.

It turns out that it was Deng Bo who instructed them!

Long Gen, being a seasoned veteran, seized the opportunity and dragged Deng Bo into the mess with a single sentence, making everyone believe that he had secretly approved it.

The key issue is that all the qualified leaders, except for Jimmy, are dead.

Even shaking your head won't work.

Because if you say no, it's like slapping Jimmy in the face, then who will be the boss?
Deng Bolai should take the position? If he dares to take it, he's breaking the rules by prioritizing himself.

The so-called century-old rules and checks and balances of Wo Luen Shing were destroyed in an instant.

Then chaos can break out below; those who want to rebel will rebel, and those who want to kill will kill indiscriminately...

It looks like a dead end now.

An unsolvable dilemma.

Uncle Deng is truly suffering in silence.

"Jimmy, I'll ask you one last time, did you do Big D?" Chuanbao suddenly said, pointing to his head.

“Speak to the light.”

"No." Jimmy replied expressionlessly and decisively.

The key point is that he really didn't do it. Ali killed Big D, and Chuiji committed suicide.

What does it have to do with him?
Jimmy simply chopped up Four-Eyes's hand and fed it to the dogs.

After receiving a response, Chuanbao finally had a way out and sat down dejectedly.

He even made a helpless and resentful expression on his face.

In fact, he was also afraid that Jimmy would kill him.

After Chuanbao finished speaking, the entire main hall fell silent, as if in silence, speechless, or perhaps afraid.

More importantly, everyone is waiting for Uncle Deng, who has the most say here, to speak.

After all, whether or not one becomes the leader, it's all closely related to him. No matter who it is.

"Jimmy, this young man is quite good." Uncle Deng's expression kept changing, and finally he took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

Longgen laughed as soon as he took office: "I think so too, Uncle Deng."

"Otherwise, you wouldn't think highly of him, right? Everyone agrees, doesn't they?"

“Yeah, yeah, I think he’s good too,” the tall guy immediately chimed in.

Shuang Fandong nodded: "Not bad."

“Since everyone says it’s okay, then it’s fine. I’ll listen to Uncle Deng.” Old Gui’en looked around for a moment, then followed the crowd.

In the end, only one person remained, speechless.

Chuanbao glared at everyone in exasperation, but in the end, he helplessly tapped the table.

Jimmy was thus elected unanimously.

“I know some of you don’t like me, and you even dislike me… but that’s okay, I’ll only serve for two years. After two years, you can choose one of yourselves.” Jimmy looked at everyone and pointed.

“I only want to be an entrepreneur, not a gangster.”

"Let's go." After saying this, Jimmy turned and left, with Ali pushing Four-Eyes Ming closely behind.

Longgen chuckled, biting his pipe, and then followed him away triumphantly.

Uncle Deng's face turned very ugly.

Because from the very beginning, he wanted to maintain a balance of power.

Unexpectedly, with Lin Huai Le's death, Big D's family became the sole power; with Big D's death, Jimmy's family became the sole power—the list was endless, countless, and never-ending...

At that moment, Uncle Deng wondered if he was really old and had no say in anything anymore.

He knew very well that if Jimmy was as ambitious as those leaders like Big D, it would be a different story.

They will win again in the end.

However, it seems that Jimmy doesn't have that idea.

At least for now.

……

The news of Jimmy's election as the leader of Wo Shing was spread early the next morning.

At the time, many people in charge expressed their dissatisfaction, with Huo Niu being the most vocal.

Because he had previously supported Ah Lok.

Nan Zheng received the message after waking up from her afternoon nap, and she felt good.

Jimmy's leadership is unstable, so sooner or later he'll have to cooperate with me.

They'll slowly corrupt themselves, and before long, the entire Wo Luen Shing estate will be theirs.

As for Jimmy...

He never wanted to be the leader; he wanted to use this position to grow powerful and then settle down.

What a good man.

Nan Zheng was a very kind person, so she was naturally happy to help him swallow it.

He then made a phone call to Scarface: "How's the investigation going?"

“We’ve found out,” Scarface said. “The anti-triad squad has been trying to take action against the Ni family recently, but Ni Kun is not someone to be trifled with. He also has powerful lawyers backing him and a strong background.”

The anti-triad unit is stuck, and Chief Inspector Silto has been impeached several times.

Therefore, I've been suppressing my anger.

"Damn! You're being watched by the entire anti-crime squad, and you still have the mood to play games with me?" Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow, her fierce aura spreading out.

"Does he really look down on me?"

“Boss, he really looks down on you. Ni Kun said he wants to invite you to dinner and have a chat. If things don’t go well, then we’ll fight,” Scarface said, suppressing a laugh.

"However, this news came out half an hour earlier that day. Half an hour later, Ni Laosan said it was a misunderstanding. He said he wanted to talk to you about business and become good friends in the future."

In reality, whether it's about starting a fight or doing business, it's all something he spread himself.

My people heard me right; Hong Fei received the same message.

I already verified it that day.

"Fighting and cooperating at the same time... Damn it, this bastard is really bold! Is he making a fool of me?" Nan Zheng sneered.

In reality, Ni Kun originally intended to fight, but later agreed with Ni Yongxiao's statement and changed his mind.

But it doesn't matter, what Nan Zheng wants is for Ni Kun to die a scumbag.

Trying to show off to me?
Such arrogant people are not allowed to exist in Tsim Sha Tsui!
"Don't worry about this. I'll send someone to handle it when the time comes," Nan Zheng said.

"Tonight, send someone to take care of that bastard Fire Bull."

"Jimmy's in charge now, huh? I'm a kind-hearted person! I love talking business with businessmen and helping them solve their problems for free. That's the best thing ever."

“Okay.” Scarface nodded, but couldn’t help but have some doubts.

Even Jimmy is calling him "brother" now.

The boss is always up to no good; what kind of scheme is he up to now?

Scarface knew that anyone Nan Zheng had ever called "brother" never ended up well.

They'll either fall flat on their faces or be completely wiped out.

It's practically a killer of go-goers.

Handsome Kun has already died once.

"What about the Haojiang Linjing area?" Nan Zheng asked again.

“Not a sound at all.” Scarface said bluntly, “The two brothers withdrew from the island tour and have now vanished into thin air. They must have joined forces with the Gao family.”

"Since there's no movement, I'll just leave it at that." Nan Zheng felt that she wasn't a bad person and certainly wouldn't do anything ruthless.

If they misbehave, that's another story.

After a quick wash and dinner, Nan Zheng went to the nightclub.

At that time, I saw the seven siblings, Tian Yangsheng, Tian Yangyi, Tian Yangen, Tian Yangzhi, Tian Yangxin, Tian Yangli, and Tian Yangju, quietly drinking wine in the hall.

"Boss." Tian Yangsheng was the first to stand up, and the others followed suit.

"How was your sleep?" Nan Zheng asked, lighting a cigarette.

"Not bad," Tian Yangsheng said calmly. The others remained silent, indicating that he, as the eldest brother, held absolute authority.

"So, what's your decision?"

"Of course, the boss offers good benefits, so we would be more than happy to accept."

"Oh, so you weren't planning to kidnap me to make a big profit?" Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow.

Tian Yangyi and the others' expressions changed drastically.

"Before we started working together, I naturally had this idea." Tian Yangsheng's expression didn't change much; he still had that poker face.

"Now that we're cooperating, it's naturally a matter of trust and mutual benefit."

"That's for the best." Nan Zheng smiled dismissively and pointed at the group.
"A hail of bullets is no substitute for a brief period of peace. How long can a lifetime of fighting last? We could kill several of you in a fight! Do you really think all seven siblings have seven lives?"
Of course, I'm also a bit of a saint, so I don't care who you were before, and I'm too lazy to care.

"Just do your job well from now on."

"No problem." Tian Yangsheng said calmly, appearing genuinely open and honest.

In fact, Tian Yangsheng and Nan Zheng had similar ideas. After all, mercenaries could earn a lot, but they didn't even make more than eight million a year. Most of it came from illegal activities.

Therefore, now that we finally have a relatively stable income, only a fool would resort to the old tricks.

Not to mention the several thousand soldiers in Tsim Sha Tsui, including hundreds of gunmen.

I might have the desire, but I don't have the guts.

A moment later, Gao Jin entered the room accompanied by Long Wu.

"Mr. Nan."

"The God of Gamblers has arrived." Nan Zheng clapped her hands with a smile, then looked around the crowd.

He then said, “Tian Yangxin, Tian Yangli, Tian Yangju, you three... oh no, I mean you three brothers, go protect Gao Jin.”

"By the way, Ko Chun is the famous God of Gamblers."

"We've all been around Southeast Asia, so you should be familiar with each other even if you haven't met before, right?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was somewhat surprised, even Tian Yangsheng looked at Gao Jin with astonishment.

I've heard of the God of Gamblers, of course.

What a big fish!

This is how Nan Zheng sees it, and this is how people like Tian Yangsheng see it too.

After all, if my neighbor hoards grain, I hoard guns; my neighbor's grain is my grain.

My wife is the same.

However, since my career has changed, I will naturally need some time to adapt.

"Hello, Mr. Gao Jin." Tian Yangxin and the others nodded to Gao Jin.

"Hello." Gao Jin glanced at them, feeling a little uneasy.

Because the killing intent emanating from the other party was much stronger than that from Long Wu.

The mercenaries did indeed kill a lot of people.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Nan Zheng said, "If you need anything in the future, just call me. I'll help as much as I can... but only in Tsim Sha Tsui, of course."

"Okay." Gao Jin nodded.

Before long, Gao Jin left with his men, and Nan Zheng didn't care where he went.

As long as I don't die, that's fine.

In fact, it was inevitable that Chen Jincheng would take action, because he was not sure if he could win.

But it certainly wasn't about killing Ko Chun; it was about ruining his reputation, making him unable to participate in gambling, or crippling him, breaking his arms or legs...

In that case, rumors will circulate that Gao Jin is cowardly without a fight and has been terrified by Chen Jincheng.

Hong Kong media have always been so shameless.

They can do anything recklessly.

"From now on, the four of you will follow me normally. The rest of you may be sent out to do things... If there's nothing else, then you can do whatever you want. Just take turns having four people follow me every day." Nan Zheng pointed, and Tian Yangsheng immediately nodded.

"no problem."

This also gives them a chance to adjust.

After all, mercenaries suddenly becoming bodyguards, although both can shoot and kill, have different roles.

There are some differences in how people adapt.

Even their daily routine is unclear.

Irregular.

Nan Zheng returned to her office and sat down. She made a phone call, and less than five minutes later, A Peng arrived, still looking as disheveled as ever.

"Find me?"

“Kill someone.” Nan Zheng threw Ni Kun’s photo over.

This is a big shot; everyone in Tsim Sha Tsui knows him, and he appears in many stage plays and musicals.

Therefore, it is easy to find.

Apeng glanced at it, said nothing, and then turned and left.

“He’s a wolf cub,” Tian Yangsheng said calmly.

Oh, you know?

"I don't know, but he's very aggressive. It's just that we're physically present, but he's internalized."

"Such people are usually extremely mentally twisted; to put it bluntly, they are perverts."

"How the hell do you know whether you're a mercenary or a fortune teller?" Nan Zheng tilted her head.

The key to health preservation is actually quite accurate.

This is the coolest one.

"I've killed so many people, I've seen all sorts of types," Tian Yangsheng said calmly.

"Is that so?" Nan Zheng scoffed. "Then why don't you take a look at what kind of person I am?"

"Will I get my salary docked if I tell you?"

"will not."

"A complete mad dog."

"Damn it..." Upon hearing this, Nan Zheng was so angry that she raised her hand to overturn the table.

But then I thought, damn it, if I actually did it, wouldn't he have been right?

Bear it, you must bear it.

“You guessed wrong.” Nan Zheng casually crossed her legs and lit a cigarette.

“Hmm, I guessed wrong.” Tian Yangsheng nodded, and Nan Zheng suddenly realized what he meant.

Is this blunder an attempt to criticize himself?
If you're right, you admit you're wrong; if you're wrong, you get scolded?

I seem to be at a disadvantage no matter what.

"That guy must be pretty skilled. But why didn't he give us a chance to make a move?" Tian Yangsheng changed the subject, and Nan Zheng was also drawn in.

"Let him test the waters, see what his methods and character are like, and then we'll make other arrangements."

Tian Yangsheng always felt that Nan Zheng understood him very well.

Nan Zheng originally wanted Huang Zhicheng and Ni Kun to fight like dogs, but when she heard that this bastard was so awesome, how could she not take him down?
Nobody here is cooler than me!

If there is... then get rid of it.

Now we'll see how well Apeng can perform.

(End of this chapter)