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

Chapter 170 "168" Hong Kong people are really open-minded now!
"Liangzheng, I heard you've been quite impressive lately!" Huang Zhicheng lit a cigarette leisurely, turned around, and looked at Nanzheng in front of him with a smile.

"Another gangster king, another famous throughout Southeast Asia...tsk tsk, the newcomer is crushing the old."

“I just returned from Tung Lung Island recently, and I finished writing the report not long ago.”

"Will I play with you sometime?"

“Alright! We can start now.” Nan Zheng walked forward with a smile, looking down at Huang Zhicheng with disdain.

The other person was a head shorter.

"Inspector Wong, how do you want to play this game? The kind that kills your whole family, or the kind that involves digging up graves?"

"Tsk tsk, Liang Zheng, you still talk so inhumanely, I like you!" Huang Zhicheng pointed at Nan Zheng and laughed.

"But we have important business to attend to right now. Now that their father has passed away, the pillar of the family has been removed, so you don't have any reason to cause trouble here, do you?"

"Did I cause trouble?" Nan Zheng shrugged and glanced contemptuously at the Ni family.

"I walked in politely, wanting to offer incense, but I was cursed at and beaten... I'm the victim! When have I ever caused any trouble? Everyone knows I'm a law-abiding citizen!"

“Li sir, isn’t that right?” Nan Zheng walked over and put her arm around Li Ying’s shoulder with a smile.

Li Ying raised an eyebrow. "Of course you're a good citizen. If you weren't a good citizen, then everyone here would be a bastard."

"Hey! Did you hear what Inspector Li said? It's all life lessons!" Nan Zheng laughed heartily.

Li Ying's words were actually an insult to all gangsters who were involved in organized crime.

However, Nan Zheng truly believed in herself to be a good citizen.

Then Li Ying's words were not an insult, but a compliment.

“Since the Ni family doesn’t welcome me, I certainly won’t try to be nice to them… Scarface, leave the gift here, let’s go.” Nan Zheng waved her hand with a playful expression.

Scarface then threw the palm-sized golden coffin on the ground.

"May you all be promoted and make a fortune! I wish you all success!" Nan Zheng laughed loudly, then left with her entourage.

The coffin was given to Liang Kun before, but he picked it up again on the way.

Now it comes in handy.

The Ni family members looked extremely grim.

Ni Kun died, and Liang Zheng actually bought a coffin to wish them a promotion and wealth?

Is this a blessing or a curse?

Are you treating his mother's funeral hall like a banquet?
That's incredibly humiliating.

"This guy is really not just arrogant, he's practically lawless." Wang Bao said with a faint smile, chewing on his cigar.

The camel chuckled beside him: "You've known him for a long time, it's always been like this."

"Also, don't mess with him, or he might beat your wife and kids to death one day."

"Camel, stop trying to sow discord here. Liangzheng and I have a great relationship." Wang Bao retorted directly, knowing that this old fox was up to no good.

"But it's you Dongxing..."

I've heard that Liang Zheng has now made her way into Wan Chai, and you Thunder Tiger and Golden Tiger are both there.

You'd better prepare a few coffins, in case you don't have time to put your little tigers in them later.

I guarantee that in less than a month, half of your Five Tigers of Tung Sing will be dead.

"Wang Bao, are you looking for a beating?" Camel's face immediately darkened.

That bastard really knows how to bring up the most sensitive topics.

Because Tung Sing had already lost two tigers, both of whom died at the hands of Hung Hing.

That's much more direct than being sarcastic or sarcastic.

"Whether I'm asking for a beating or not, you know in your heart... Anyway, if you can't beat him to death, he'll beat you to death sooner or later." Wang Bao shrugged indifferently.

"Anyway, I'm far away from him, so I'll just watch you two fight it out."

"gone."

Camel watched Wang Bao arrogantly lead his men away, and was so angry he wanted to beat the fat man to death.

However, what he said was indeed the truth; Liang Zheng's wolfish ambitions were common knowledge.

He won't stay on those three streets for long.

It will continue to expand sooner or later.

To put it bluntly, Liang Zheng and Ben Lei Hu's group are bound to have a fight.

You either wait to be beaten up, or you go to someone's door and beat them up.

No matter what they did or which option they chose, the camel remained quite hesitant...

"Alright, those of you who need to line up, line up; those of you who need to offer incense, offer incense."

“But if you cause trouble, don’t blame me for inviting you for tea.” Huang Zhicheng looked at the other gang leaders, then glanced at Ni Yongxiao, his expression slightly mocking.

He then left with his men.

Ni Yongxiao's expression was gloomy and uncertain.

Looking at the golden coffin on the ground, he subconsciously clenched his fists, revealing his anger.

The ceremony ended shortly afterward.

Ni Yongxiao returned home exhausted, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyes.

“Ah Xiao.” Ni Lao San walked up to Ni Yong Xiao, bowed slightly, and said with some guilt, “It’s my fault, Uncle. I shouldn’t have been so irritable.”

“This whole thing started because of me… If it weren’t for me, Liangzheng probably wouldn’t have gone to such extremes, humiliating me so severely at the funeral.”

"Third Uncle, this isn't your fault." Ni Yongxiao put his glasses back on and took a deep breath.

“Liangzheng has wanted to do this for a long time. Whether you ask her or not, the outcome will be the same.”

"My father wanted to suppress Liangzheng in order to prove his strength and status."

Liang Zheng's humiliation at the funeral also achieved his goal.

Winner takes all, loser for Kou.

Now everyone knows that Ni Kun died from knives and guns the day after he made that threat...

Regardless of whether Liang Zheng did it or not, it's enough to prove her current status and power.

“This time, we lost!” Ni Yongxiao lit a cigarette, looking utterly exhausted.

He truly hadn't expected Liang Zheng to go to such extremes.

But upon closer examination, it's not hard to understand.

If he hadn't gone too far, could he have become the Emperor of Tsim Sha Tsui in his early twenties and become the King of Gangsters?
It's even famous throughout much of Southeast Asia?

These buffs combined could even make someone a leader in their own right.

I've personally created a top-tier prefix.

It's easy to imagine how powerful Liang Zheng is now.

“Ah Xiao, your eldest brother and second sister are just ordinary people. Now the Ni family depends on you. No matter what, you have to pull yourself together.” Ni Lao San patted Ni Yongxiao’s shoulder with a complicated expression.

“Don’t try to cheer up, Uncle… I’ve decided to do it your way before.”

"What?" Looking at Ni Yongxiao's determined expression, Ni Laosan didn't react for a moment.

"One word—Kill!"

“Kill Liang Zheng, it’s a sure thing, a clean break. Now we can call over all the assassins Father used to keep.” Ni Yongxiao exhaled a cloud of smoke, then took a deep drag, the cigarette butt instantly turning scarlet, as ferocious as his face.

Ni Laosan stared at Ni Yongxiao in disbelief.

"Ah-Xiao, didn't you say you wouldn't fight? Didn't you say that we must first pacify the internal situation before we can fight external enemies?"

"Why have you changed your mind now?"

“I made a phone call and settled things with the four hall masters below. They won’t make any moves for the time being…” Ni Yongxiao said slowly.

"But if this goes on for too long, and with outsiders eyeing us covetously, it probably won't stay stable for long."

Therefore, I plan to strike first. I'll have the lower-level leaders focus their full attack on Liang Zheng, while the assassins will act as a backup, launching a pincer attack.

Ni Laosan understood this. Ni Yongxiao knew that Gandhi's leaders would not submit, so he wanted to send them all to their deaths.

I'd rather cut off my own arm.

Then let the assassin launch a sneak attack.

“Liang Zheng is not someone to be trifled with. If he were in Tsim Sha Tsui, only one person could handle him. Even if we keep him, there's a price tag, and it's very high.” Old Ni hesitated.

"He is a sniper, and also a top-notch assassin."

"No matter how much money it costs, we have to spend it and try to get rid of them in one go," Ni Yongxiao said directly.

“This time, Liang Zheng has gone to such extremes. If our Ni family and Sanhe don’t make a move, we’ll really be ridden around like dirt, and we won’t be able to show our faces in the future.”

"We can start preparing now. As long as we get the four main halls to take action and Han Chen is fully prepared, we can lead the entire Sanhe into Tsim Sha Tsui."

"I will fix the broken and beautiful zither in one fell swoop!"

In fact, at the beginning, it was pretty much the same as what Nan Zheng thought.

Ni Yongxiao really considered talking to Nan Zheng to stall for time, investigate the truth after the internal situation was rectified, and then take action.

But Nan Zheng's outburst at the funeral hall turned all her temper into a raging fire.

If Ni Yongxiao can tolerate this, then he really is a pimp.

……

Meanwhile, on a rooftop, Huang Zhicheng, smoking a cigarette, watched Chen Yongren slowly approach and said, "Ni Yongxiao is looking for you?"

“We’ve already looked for it,” Chen Yongren said.

"He probably doesn't know I'm an undercover agent."

"Hmm." Huang Zhicheng nodded. After Ni Kun's death, Ni Yongxiao convened a meeting of all the family members and then dealt with the four hall masters.

It can be described as a thunderous and forceful tactic.

This was beyond Huang Zhicheng's expectations.

He had originally thought that the Ni family would gradually collapse because of Ni Kun's death.

But unexpectedly, the Ni family produced such a monstrous figure as Ni Yongxiao, which truly opened the eyes of both the legitimate and criminal worlds.

To stabilize such a large underworld family single-handedly is something not everyone can do; it takes extraordinary courage and determination.

Comparable to Michael, the Godfather of the West.

“Now that Ni Kun is dead, Ni Yongxiao has become the head of the Ni family. Ah Ren, I need you to find an opportunity to collect evidence of their crimes and bring them all to justice.” Huang Zhicheng said, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

Chen Yongren's expression was somewhat complicated.

“Ah Ren, don’t forget who you are.” Huang Zhicheng patted Chen Yongren on the shoulder and said, “You’re a policeman, they’re the triads. You’re white, they’re black.

Even if you're brothers, that's all there is to it; you're not on the same path.

Ni Kun has been entrenched in Tsim Sha Tsui for so many years, how many people has he harmed by selling drugs? Shouldn't we bring this scum to justice?

“Yes.” Chen Yongren took a deep breath, but his emotions were still a mess.

Although Ni Yongxiao and Chen Yongren are not biological brothers, they are related by blood.

Make him really go all out.

It was indeed a difficult hurdle to overcome mentally.

In particular, Ni Yongxiao truly regarded Chen Yongren as a younger brother, which is also an important point.

"Once you've taken care of the Ni family, your undercover career will be over," Huang Zhicheng said, taking a drag of his cigarette.
"When I rejoin the team, being promoted three ranks will be no problem at all."

"We agreed on three years, then another three years, then another three years, it's been almost ten years now, big brother." Chen Yongren held up one finger, looking speechless.

"You say the same thing every year, but when have you ever actually done it?"

“But this time is different.” Huang Zhicheng smiled. “With Ni Kun dead, our entire anti-triad unit will be keeping a close eye on the Ni family. You’ll really be a free man soon.”

Chen Yongren looked incredulous.

That bastard has probably lied to himself countless times on the rooftop.

Sometimes I really want to push him down.

“Here, this is for you.” Huang Zhicheng suddenly pulled a watch out of his pocket.

Chen Yongren glanced at it, somewhat bewildered: "What does this mean? Why are you suddenly giving me a gift?"

"It's your birthday today, you traitor," Huang Zhicheng said with a laugh.

Chen Yongren was immediately moved.

……

"Scarface, call Gandhi and tell him to come see me," Nan Zheng instructed as soon as she returned home.

"Looking for Gandhi?" Scarface asked, puzzled.

“Boss, Gandhi is a member of the Ni family, and we’ve offended him before. If we ask him to come over now, he probably won’t agree.”

"Then I'll bring him here even if I have to tie him up. I want to see him tonight."

“I heard Hong Fei say before that Gandhi was quite fond of gambling and often stayed out all night,” Scarface said after thinking for a moment.
"I can go to a few casinos and see if there's an opportunity."

"Go ahead." Nan Zheng waved his hand. With Tian Yangsheng and the others around, he wasn't worried about not having someone to shield him from bullets.

"Are you going to kill someone?" Tian Yangsheng leaned against the wall, watching the departing Scarface, and casually remarked.
"If you need to kill someone, come to me... I'm a professional in this area."

"Aren't gangsters mercenaries? What's the point of killing and wiping out entire families all day?"

"If killing isn't for money, then killing is meaningless!" "Think more about how to gain benefits, think more about how to make money, that's our principle." Nan Zheng pointed to her head, looking disdainful.

Tian Yangsheng seemed to be deep in thought.

That makes a lot of sense.

Nan Zheng is actually right. Aren't gangsters out there just looking for money? Why would they kill someone if they didn't have any?
It's not like I have any serious illness.

If he really wanted to kill someone, he could have done it to Ni Yongxiao just now.

But there's no money to be made, and it's not worth it.

The best approach, of course, is to first drain their wallets dry, and then eliminate them completely.

Unless you hate that bastard too much.

The kind of hatred that makes you not even want money.

"Who is it?" Just as the call connected, Nan Zheng picked up her mobile phone and asked.

"Brother Zheng, it's me!" A loud and cheerful laugh came through as soon as the call connected.

"Oh, it's you. What's up?"

"Brother Zheng, have you forgotten? We talked about working together on smuggling before."

"There's a fleet of ships about to set sail right now, would you like to come and take a look?" As soon as Huo Baoming spoke, Nan Zheng understood what he meant.

This is trouble.

Otherwise, why would it call itself?

It's enough to just have the money deposited at a fixed time each month.

"Okay, I'll be right there." Nan Zheng thought for a moment and then agreed.

Smuggling can earn tens of millions a month, so it's impossible for anyone to turn down such a business opportunity; no one would be foolish enough to complain about having too much money.

Besides, Ailian is so provocative...

He hadn't tried anything new in a long time.

He didn't mean anything by it; he was just talking about eating fish.

You can fish for seafood from a boat, right?

"Get your gear ready, we'll get to work later," Nan Zheng instructed, and Tian Yangsheng and the others immediately perked up.

After leaving the house, we got into the car and instead of going to Huo Baoming's place first, we went to Wan Chai.

She then made a phone call, and a moment later, a woman wearing sunglasses got into the Chevrolet.

"Why are you in such a good mood to see me today?" Tang Judy asked with a smile, taking off her sunglasses.

Nan Zheng slapped her thigh and laughed, "I want to have sex with you! How about CZ?"

"Come on." Tang Judy rolled her eyes at him. The bodyguards in the cars around them weren't the usual ones; they were all expressionless and exuded a menacing aura.

They seem to be much more ruthless than the previous group.

“This is 100 million.” Nan Zheng threw the money directly to Tang Judy. “Do it the way before, buy some valuable land in good locations, and invest the rest later when we can buy up real estate at rock-bottom prices.”

“Okay.” Tang Judy glanced at the various checks and cash in her purse, somewhat shocked.

How did he manage to make 100 million in one period of time and another 100 million in another period of time?
Making money is really faster than robbing money.

And all this money came from swallowing Zhongyixin, Lin Dayue, and Lei Jiabao's house being confiscated and his funeral... In total, it's about 100 million.

Anyway, it's perfect to just throw this money into investments and let it make money.

After throwing it all away, Nan Zheng now has more than ten million left.

There used to be quite a lot, but all of it went to his underlings to spend on various expenses.

He's really short of money right now.

They're about to rob it again.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Nan Zheng headed straight to Yau Ma Tei.

Compared to Judy Tom, he would be more interested in Ellen.

……

"I'm bringing you to the casino today to practice and see how well you've been learning lately." In an underground casino in the South District, Qian Wendi led Chen Xiaodao into the lobby and casually strolled between a dozen or so gambling tables.

There were many other gamblers around, placing bets in a grand manner.

Some people win big in baccarat, making more than ten times their initial investment in one go.

He immediately shouted excitedly.

“Isn’t gambling prohibited on Hong Kong Island? How come it’s still open during the day?” Chen Xiaodao asked, but Qian Wendi smiled disdainfully.

You actually believe that?

"This is an entertainment district for the wealthy, and it's open 24 hours a day. Do you think anyone in the legitimate world would know about it?" Qian Wendi retorted.

"Rich people are only considered rich when they spend their money. Otherwise, what use is so much money to the police?"

Instead, they channel funds out, benefiting the casinos, who then loosen credit, allowing the wealthy to profit. They spend their money on what they themselves earn, making them happy and naturally leading them to patronize various entertainment venues… Over time, this creates a virtuous cycle.

Because of consumption, there are taxes to be paid.

This is why casinos can thrive for so long; there's a lot of trickery involved.

"I see." Chen Xiaodao suddenly realized. He wouldn't have known about this kind of connection if Qian Wendi hadn't told him.

In fact, there was something else Qian Wendi didn't say: casinos definitely have connections in legitimate businesses as well.

Otherwise, they'll cause you all sorts of trouble every few days, and the business won't be able to continue operating.

After all, who will do things for you if you don't have money?
Soon Chen Xiaodao placed bets on the tables of all sizes. Qian Wendi watched him switch and hide cards with practiced ease, and nodded in satisfaction.

This kid has finally gotten the hang of it.

Cheating at this kind of gambling table is actually not very clever. For a top-notch cheat, earning a hundred thousand or so in one night is considered small money.

To make big money, you have to gamble with your customers.

After all, gambling tables have limits, and once the limit is reached, the house will be wiped out.

A moment later, several men in suits entered through the door, led by an elderly man with white hair, who was smoking a cigar.

Qian Wendi glanced at him, somewhat surprised: "Chen Jincheng?"

"Who?" Chen Xiaodao suddenly turned his head.

“It’s the one who bet against Gao Jin,” Qian Wendi said casually.

"I never expected that this old guy, who was wanted by more than a dozen countries, would still dare to secretly disembark."

"Aren't you afraid of getting killed?"

"Is he Chen Jincheng?" Chen Xiaodao was a little excited. After all, Chen Jincheng was the one who made the bet with Gao Jin. If he came...

There's a high probability that Gao Jin will also come.

Chen Xiaodao was naturally excited about his idol.

He was naturally unaware that his so-called idol had been pleading with his cousin-in-law.

Otherwise we would have met sooner.

As Chen Jincheng entered the office, the casino's boss, Mr. Nan, gave him a fawning welcome.

One of them is Gao Yi.

Just then, a series of curses suddenly came from the lobby: "You've lost all your money again! Are you cheating at this place?"

"This is interesting. I didn't expect to see so many acquaintances tonight." Qian Wendi turned his head and looked at the person, and immediately laughed.

Seeing the bespectacled man cursing, Chen Xiaodao asked, "Who is he?"

“One of the four main leaders of the Ni family, Gandhi,” Qian Wendi explained.

"He's also half an enemy of the boss now."

"Now they call themselves the four major families of Tsim Sha Tsui, and they're incredibly arrogant."

Chen Xiaodao nodded thoughtfully.

A moment later, Boss Nan arrived with several waiters. He looked Gandhi up and down, then said, "So it's Boss Gan. What's the matter?"

"Your establishment is cheating!" Gandhi shouted directly.

“Mr. Gan, you can’t just say things without evidence, or I’ll sue you for defamation.” Mr. Nan narrowed his eyes.

"I've only been here for less than ten minutes, and I've already lost all five million. Isn't that cheating?"

"Everyone has their ups and downs; bad luck happens to everyone, and good luck happens to many too. If you win money, you're not going to give me half, are you?"

Gandhi was speechless.

“Mr. Gan is tired. Send a few people to take him back to Tsim Sha Tsui to rest.”

Boss Nan waved his hand, not making things too difficult, after all, there were so many customers here.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Gandhi was deliberately cursing because he was unwilling to accept losing money.

However, Gandhi did not lose his temper in the end, but instead snorted and led his men away.

It seems they were wary of something.

Upon seeing this scene, Qian Wendi also thought of the tricks that Da Sang had played at the Tsim Sha Tsui casino.

The grass on the grave is probably eight feet tall by now.

"Fuck your mother! You think you're so great just because Chen Jincheng is protecting you?"

"Sooner or later I'll dominate Tsim Sha Tsui and chop up all of you bastards."

However, as Gandhi left the casino cursing, a Toyota Hiace suddenly crashed into him, followed by three or four masked knife-wielding men who started slashing at anyone they saw.

Before they could react, Gandhi's henchmen were all killed.

Scarface quickly pulled the panicked Gandhi into the car and then drove off.

Only a few casino staff remained, standing bewildered and disoriented at the entrance.

……

"Ming-ge, it's been a long time!"

Inside the dock, Nan Zheng got out of the car and saw Huo Baoming and Ai Lian standing on the shore, with more than a dozen underlings behind them. She greeted them warmly.

Huo Baoming stepped forward with a smile: "Brother, it's been a long time."

"But it didn't last long."

"What happened? I'm in a good mood today, so I'll take care of everything for you!" Nan Zheng said with a wave of her hand and a smile.

"I knew it! Brother, you truly live up to your reputation as the King of Fighters in the underworld. You're straightforward and have real skill!" Fiery Ming was overjoyed.

Then he briefly explained the matter.

In short: the smuggling boats had to pass through Tai O, where they were extorted by the Hunan gang there.

The term "Hunan Gang" is a general term; it refers to a group of people who all speak Mandarin.

That area is also part of Macau, and many members of the Hong Kong and Guangdong cliques frequent it.

It's difficult to act if someone is carrying goods and gets robbed; otherwise, there's no way to explain it to the boss.

That's why we invited Nan Zheng over.

"It's nothing." Nan Zheng said nonchalantly, "We can go together later, since we'll be staying in Tai O for an hour or two anyway."

Let's see if they come. If they do, we'll just wipe out their base and ransack their place.

I was short on cash lately, and then this business came in! I have to thank you, Ming-ge!

Those listening nearby were stunned by Huo Baoming's outburst.

You call this business?

Even the most ruthless bandits aren't as badass as you.

“Alright, let’s go together then. I just made a pot of boat congee, we can eat it on the way.” Fiery Ming said with a smile, then let his underlings board the boat, while he boarded the cargo ship in the middle.

"Okay." Nan Zheng led her people across the wooden planks to the deck, and Huo Baoming immediately went to prepare a late-night snack.

Just then, Ailian was the last to board the ship. She turned around and said with a smile, "You've been quite powerful lately. It's all over Hong Kong Island. You're known as the Emperor of Tsim Sha Tsui."

"Don't you know how powerful I am? How about we do it together in front of Huo Baoming later..." Nan Zheng said, then revealed a mischievous smile.

Then she raised her hand and patted her pert buttocks.

With a sharp crack, Huo Baoming at the stern instinctively turned his head and asked in confusion, "What was that sound?"

"I've been eating too many sweet potatoes lately, Ming-ge, you don't mind if I fart, do you?" Nan Zheng ignored Ai Lian, whose face was flushed and who was terrified, and walked over to her, laughing heartily.

"Of course I don't mind. Just treat my turf as your own home," Huo Baoming said with a chuckle. Liang Zheng is quite the celebrity now.

He couldn't be more casual with the other person.

After all, as long as you get on Liang Zheng's boat and use his reputation to pave the way, you can really make a fortune every day.

"I'm glad you don't mind. I always said that Ming and I have a great relationship, like old friends!" Nan Zheng hugged the fiery Ming around the neck, in a great mood.

Tian Yangsheng, however, wore a strange expression behind his back.

Brothers' wives can openly engage in sexual acts...

Damn it! Hong Kong people these days are so damn open-minded.

(End of this chapter)