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

Chapter 171 "169" - Tragic, Too Tragic
In the early morning, Nan Zheng, having eaten and drunk her fill, landed at Tai O Pier. Although the area is small, the crowds gather on one or two streets, making it seem very bustling.

Even from a distance, you can see several black cockroaches eating fried chicken inside the food stall.

Ding! Your tool is attacking your food.
“Brother, let’s stay here and set off tomorrow night,” Huo Baoming said as he walked over, with Ai Lian following closely behind.

"Why do you want to stay overnight?" Nan Zheng turned her head.

"You need to make arrangements..." Huo Baoming's meaning was quite clear.

You should let them know in advance.

Then pay the money, get the permit, and you can pass.

There are eight or ten boats here, and a single wave can bring millions of dollars to the ground.

"We follow the old rules. We pay a fixed fee every month, and an extra fee for each passage," Huo Baoming said casually.

"The bribes don't cost much, and the bosses are always rich, so they'll give an extra commission."

In this way, people can come and go freely without being disturbed, and they can also build more friendships.

We are now waiting for their notification.

"Where are these smuggled goods going?" Nan Zheng asked, lighting a cigarette and pondering for a moment.

"Goods are unloaded at the border and traded at Xiguan."

"I understand." Nan Zheng nodded.

To put it bluntly, Huo Baoming and his team could have gone there overnight, but to be on the safe side, they came here a day in advance to make arrangements.

After all, who knows if you guys might suddenly want to boost your sales when you're in a bad mood?
To be on the safe side, spend some money first, then you'll be fine once you get through.

If they dare to take both money and goods, eating and taking, then no one will come here again.

Now Nan Zheng understood why Huo Bao had openly said that someone was going to cause trouble.

With so many batches of goods sitting here, only a fool wouldn't be envious.

Huo Baoming led his men to book a room, while the rest of his underlings stayed on the ship. However, they hadn't been in the hotel for long when someone called.

"Brother, something's happened!" Huo Baoming rushed into Nan Zheng's room.

"what's up?"

"Those bastards are causing trouble again. Those Hunanese are really fucking arrogant. They've only been here for less than ten minutes and they're already trying to extort money from us," Fiery Ming cursed.

"They even said they want 30% of our goods! Otherwise, we can't park here anymore."

"How many people are there on the other side?"

"Not many, only about 10. They don't have guns, but they're all local bullies, so they're not easy to deal with."

"Let's go take a look." Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow, clearly showing interest.

They arrived at the dock shortly afterward and immediately saw a group of people surrounding several hot-tempered henchmen on the shore, cursing and swearing.

"Hey!" Firey Ming shouted, then walked over, and a group of Hunan gang henchmen turned around.

The bearded man at the head of the group grinned maliciously when he saw Huo Baoming approaching.

"Fiery Ming, he's finally here?"

"Damn it, Hunan bastard, are you trying to piss me off? Are you trying to cause trouble again?" Huo Baoming stepped forward and cursed loudly.

"You've called me by my name, I'm called A'e, the 'e' of 'evil'!" Hunan A'e sneered.
"I already told you before, next time you come, I'll charge you a 30% toll, otherwise I absolutely won't let you leave."

Has the goods been delivered yet?

"Go to hell! Do you think this dock belongs to you? Who do you think you are?" the fiery-tempered Ming cursed.

"Since I'm here, this dock is mine!" Hunan E pointed to his chest, then contemptuously tapped Fireball Ming's chest:

"I'm not going to waste my breath on you. Are you going to give it to me or not? Hmm?"

"My brother is LZ!" Fiery Ming immediately pointed at Nan Zheng, who was lazily walking over from not far away, and said angrily.

"You think you're so powerful?"

"This is Tai O, I don't care who you are or who you are. I'll only ask you one last question: are you going to deliver the goods or not?"

"Wow, you're so arrogant? I'm starting to get a little scared of you," Nan Zheng said with a smile.

"You're the OP? This is Tai O, if you're a dragon you'd better coil up, if you're a tiger you'd better lie down... bang!"

A look of astonishment flashed across Hunan E's face, but he was mostly dumbfounded.

He then fell straight into the lake.

Huo Baoming was stunned.

Even Ailian stared wide-eyed, utterly shocked.

"I did it." Nan Zheng said calmly, tossing the black star that was emitting blue smoke in her left and right hands.

Tian Yangsheng and his men quickly pulled out short dogs and exchanged fire with the henchmen.

Soon they were lying on their backs, one by one, with only a few still breathing.

With a snap of his fingers, Tian Yangsheng immediately dragged over a henchman who looked like he wasn't going to die, despite having been shot in the chest.

"Where is your Tuodi?"

"How dare you... Bang!"

He snapped his fingers again and pulled another henchman over.

"Where is your territory?"

"We... Bang!"

He snapped his fingers again and dragged over the last henchman who had been shot in the thigh.

This one seemed much more cheerful, his eyes were crystal clear, and he hurriedly said with a look of fear on his face, "At the end of the pit, at the end of the pit... bang!"

"Go, raid their stronghold, see if there's anything valuable, and confiscate their property." Nan Zheng casually glanced at Tian Yangyi.

"Find a few locals and send a message to the local police station, saying that it was me, Liang Zheng, who did it. If they are not satisfied, they can come to Tsim Sha Tsui to find me anytime."

"Don't say what you're doing, just relay what you said verbatim."

"Okay." Tian Yangyi nodded without even asking why.

Then Nan Zheng waved her hand and ordered several henchmen to take all the Hunan gang members to the sea to feed the fish.

Difficult problems are solved perfectly in an instant!
Huo Baoming and Ai Lian were completely dumbfounded; they hadn't expected Nan Zheng to resolve things this way.

This is truly an eye-opening experience.

"No, no, brother, do you usually solve problems this simply and crudely?" Fiery Ming asked incredulously.

"If you can't solve the problem, can't you at least solve the problem of the person who raised it?" Nan Zheng sneered.

"This works?" Huo Baoming was dumbfounded.

"Otherwise what? You just made a sound, didn't you? And what was the result? They still didn't give you face. Since they won't give you face, why waste your breath?"

"I, Liang Zheng, am a law-abiding citizen and have always been easy to talk to." Nan Zheng turned and left dismissively.

He had just seen it; several people around Hunan E had a cat-like aura about them.

They had tried to reveal their identities, but Nan Zheng didn't give them the chance.

At worst, we can do it all at once.

To put it bluntly, this place is often frequented by gangsters, Hong Kong and Guangdong gangsters, and all sorts of desperados. Plus, Tai O is small and there's not much to gain here.

So I also took on part-time jobs.

Otherwise, why would they dare to openly collect dock fees? Do they really think they can get away with anything? Even honest people will take real action when pushed to the limit!

No matter what, this is still Hong Kong Island. If you push them too far, it will still lead to a fight. Hang Kee has tens of thousands of members, and they are not to be trifled with.

Therefore, after a little thought, Nan Zheng knew it was the former.

However, this time they were destined to suffer a setback.

After all, such feuds either need to be covered up or made a huge fuss.

Otherwise, if the foreigners find out about this, all the cats in Australia will lose their jobs.

Nan Zheng hoped they would stand up for themselves.

I'll have a good time tonight.

...

Two hours later, Tian Yangsheng, Tian Yangen, and Tian Yangzhi arrived at Nan Zheng's room, carrying several money bags.

Tian Yangsheng casually opened one of them and kicked it:
"Three boxes, three million."

"With so much money, why would you go through all that trouble to do manual labor at the docks?" Nan Zheng scoffed.

"Was it offered as tribute?"

"Who would complain about having too much money?" Tian Yangen retorted.

"Use your rarely used brain," Nan Zheng said dismissively, pointing to her temple.
"Do you really think Fiery Ming is a dead man? Heng Kee has tens of thousands of employees! He alone has more than three thousand henchmen."

As a result, the so-called local bully was not only unafraid, but also came here every day trying to steal his goods...

If you used your brain even a little, you'd know there's something fishy going on here.

"With millions in their pockets, why would they do this kind of work that offends people? Are all those Hunan gang members idiots?"

"You mean, they want the goods, but they don't want to steal them, but rather they want Huobaoming to give them to them willingly?" Tian Yangsheng raised an eyebrow, as if he understood something.

“You’re not stupid!” Nan Zheng sneered.

Seeing these bags of money, Nan Zheng understood that it was pretty much a cat playing the mouse.

But they didn't want to make a big fuss or be exposed, so they joined forces with the Hunan gang.

However, Huo Baoming thought the other party was a tough nut to crack and difficult to deal with, so he wanted to bring him over to negotiate a settlement...

But we need to negotiate?
Just do it and that's it.

Anyway, whatever problems arise, Wong Bing Yiu has nothing to do lately, so it's fine to let him come to Tai O for a visit.

"Have you dealt with the rest of the people?" Nan Zheng asked, tilting her head again.

"It's all settled. It's just a dozen or so people, two gambling dens, not a big operation," Tian Yangsheng said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Nan Zheng's suspicions were confirmed, but she didn't pay much attention and waved her hand. "Keep half, and you can divide the rest among yourselves."

"Okay." Tian Yangsheng readily accepted, knowing that Nan Zheng would cover for him if anything went wrong.

A moment later, Tian Yangyi returned and, seeing the money all over the ground, clicked his tongue in amazement: "Did you rob a bank?"

"Faster than robbing a bank." Tian Yangsheng tossed over a wad of cash.

Everyone was all smiles.

After all, people are out there trying to make money, earning hundreds of thousands in one night.

Who's unhappy?
“I sent someone to inform them, but several hours have passed and there’s been no response, so I came back on my own,” Tian Yangyi said.

"Make a big deal into a small deal, and a small deal into nothing?" Nan Zheng's eyes held a hint of contempt.

"Then we'll consider them sensible."

After all, with so many outlaws gathered in Tai O, it would seem quite reasonable if several police stations were suddenly massacred, wouldn't it?
The audacious Grand Circle gang, after all, made a mistake, trying to rob a gold shop but ending up robbing a policeman instead. Fearing exposure, they decided to go all in, which doesn't seem wrong.

However, we still need to be careful. He waved his hand and told Tian Yangsheng and the others to go out and keep watch.

Half an hour later, Huo Baoming walked into the room with Ailian, carrying several bottles of wine.

"Ming-ge, you seem to be in a good mood?"

"Of course!" Huo Baoming said with a grin, then sat down in a chair in the corner.

"You've done me a huge favor this time. Tonight, let's drink until we drop."

"Weren't you going to deliver goods?" Nan Zheng asked with interest, lighting a cigarette.

Ailian sat next to Huo Baoming and said, "There are almost no Da Tian Er at sea because there are marine police on the water, and they all have various wanted posters on them. We are on the legitimate side, so we may not encounter them even once a year."

Therefore, as long as we can deal with the local bullies in Tai O, there will be no problem, and we will most likely be able to proceed without any obstacles.

Amin has come to thank you.

"Sister Ailian, are you thanking me, or Brother Ming?" Nan Zheng stood up with a smile and sat down opposite the fiery Ming.

"But since Brother Ming is so interested, I'll gladly keep him company!"

"That's what a good brother is like! Tonight, we'll drink until we drop!" Fiery Ming opened a few bottles of wine and said enthusiastically.

Unseen beneath the table, a bright and dazzling pink high heel was already constantly tugging at the heel.

...

"Hey bro, you just woke up?"

"Correct."

"what time is it now?"

"It's past three in the afternoon." Nan Zheng exhaled a cloud of smoke, looking refreshed, and said with a smile, "Brother Ming, you slept really well that night."

"Yes, I haven't had such a comfortable sleep in a long time." Fiery Ming got up and yawned.

Last night, everyone was pretty drunk, and Huo Baoming was the first to pass out.

He was fast asleep when Ailian woke him up and made him drink another three ounces of liquor.

They've all turned into dead pigs.

Just then, Ailian opened the door with a radiant face, carrying several lunch boxes in her hand. She casually said in a low voice, "You're all awake? Perfect, let's have a meal together."

"I just went out to buy it."

"I just woke up and there's food already? Is this for real?" Huo Baoming had just gotten up but plopped back down, and Ailian put the lunchbox on the table.

Nan Zheng ate a couple of bites and that was it.

Having been drained dry by his mother three times in a short period of time, he now has no appetite even for dragon meat.

We need to wait a while.

"Bro, you have no appetite?"

"Yes, they were all fed to others." Nan Zheng lazily lit a cigarette, while Ai Lian ate her boxed lunch, her head drooping lower and lower as she ate.

He pointed at the two of them: "You two, are you going to transport it up tonight?"

"I usually come alone, but Ailian said she wanted to see the world today, so I brought her along," Huo Baoming said casually.

In reality, Ailian was closer to Nanzheng, and he was afraid that Nanzheng would suddenly become hostile if she encountered a tougher opponent, so he resorted to using his beauty to seduce her. However, it's clear that the scheme succeeded.

Nan Zheng thought to herself, "No wonder he's so crazy."

"Then you can continue. If anything happens, just call me. I'll have my men stay here overnight with weapons."

"If there's nothing else, I'll go back tomorrow."

"No problem." Huo Baoming nodded. Now that the Hunan gang's little hiccups were over, there was a high chance that the goods would be delivered smoothly this time.

Nan Zheng's life has been quite smooth.

You can vent your anger anywhere you go and keep yourself in a good mood at all times.

The local police haven't made a move either; it seems they really intend to play dumb.

They were in the wrong from the start.

If you expose this secret, you'll suffer the consequences.

Nan Zheng didn't bother with them. Since she had nothing to do, she decided to go back to the peninsula first.

Scarface has already called him; that damn Gandhi arrived last night.

However, as soon as Nan Zheng stepped out of the hotel, she saw a young man in a Tang suit playing pool at the pool table in front of the convenience store across the street, and she immediately felt that he looked familiar.

"Descendants of the dragon?" Nan Zheng thought for a moment and quickly came up with a name.

It seems that only Zhou Xiaolong resembles Stephen Chow, loves playing billiards, and lives in Tai O.

After all, Tai O is just a few streets, and the rest is all mountains and various undeveloped areas, with hardly anyone around except for fruit farmers in the fruit-growing areas.

Whether it is or not, just ask around.

"Zhou Xiaolong." Nan Zheng called out, and the young man immediately looked up in bewilderment:
"A Hong Kong Island resident? Who are you?"

"How do you know I'm from Hong Kong?" Nan Zheng asked with a smile as she leaned closer.

“None of us wear suits,” Zhou Xiaolong replied honestly without hesitation.

“You guessed right.” Nan Zheng pointed. “You don’t need to know who I am. I just heard you’re really good at billiards. Have you ever been to Hong Kong to broaden your horizons?”

"For example... winning the billiards championship and taking the world championship cup?"

"Really?" Zhou Xiaolong's eyes lit up.

Only this guy could trust someone so quickly.

“I’m a Bruce Lee fan! Do you think I would lie to you?” Nan Zheng retorted.

Zhou Xiaolong got even more excited: "Damn, how did you know my father was Bruce Lee's junior brother, and that my name, Zhou Xiaolong, was chosen because I admired Bruce Lee? You're incredibly smart, handsome guy!"

Health preservation behind the back:………

No, who the hell asked you that?
"So, aren't you going to take me to meet your dad now? Otherwise, how am I supposed to take you to Hong Kong Island?" Nan Zheng said with a smile, putting her arm around Zhou Xiaolong's neck.

He remembered this kid; he really was a billiards prodigy.

If you bring them back to be used as tools to win money, and they reach the highest level of betting, they can make millions a month.

Even a mosquito's leg is meat, how can we let it go?
Not to mention that Zhou Feihong owns a lot of land here, and the Tai O here is much larger than in later times, making it an extremely valuable asset.

Before long, the two chatted as they arrived at the house, where Zhou Feihong, dressed in a blue cheongsam, was collecting rent at the door.

"Tsk tsk, really rich and powerful." Nan Zheng looked at the long line of villagers. If Zhou Feihong were willing to collect rent at a normal rate, he would make over a million a month.

“Father, look who I brought! A die-hard Bruce Lee fan!” Zhou Feihong gave Zhou Xiaolong a cold look as soon as he entered and opened the door.

But when he heard that Nan Zheng was a "loyal fan of Bruce Lee", his eyes lit up.

"Really?"

“Would I lie to you? He can even recount Bruce Lee’s first championship win in a high school boxing match, how could it be fake?” Zhou Xiaolong said, beaming.

In reality, few people know about Bruce Lee, both in later generations and now.

But this man was indeed a legendary figure.

Guess why C-Dragon is called C-Dragon?
It becomes clear after a little thought.

That shouldn't be the case.

After collecting the rent, Zhou Feihong excitedly pulled Nan Zheng to sit in the hall and recounted Bruce Lee's various exploits and exploits.

For example, he kicked through various martial arts schools halfway through filming, he taught several champion students, and he received all sorts of honors...

Nan Zheng felt that the father and son truly regarded Bruce Lee as their idol.

Putting everything else aside, Nan Zheng recalled a very popular topic in later generations, and he also felt that Bruce Lee could really beat Tyson.

Bruce Lee was at his peak when Tyson was only five years old.

One kick and you could probably kick the urn out.

"Young man, what's your name?" Zhou Feihong asked after taking a sip of tea, his mouth dry from talking animatedly.

“Hong Xing, Liang Zheng,” Nan Zheng said calmly, and the father and son instantly showed expressions of shock.

"King of Street Fighters?"

"The Emperor of Tsim Sha Tsui?"

"It's you!?" the father and son exclaimed in unison.

"If it weren't for me, how could I be so awesome?" Nan Zheng said with a smile, without any politeness.

"Father, did you hear that? Even big shots like him idolize Bruce Lee!" Zhou Xiaolong exclaimed as he came to his senses.

Zhou Feihong slammed his fist on the table and laughed loudly: "I knew my senior brother was awesome! It's a pity that everyone here is a bumpkin, not many of them can understand this."

People like Zhou Feihong often deal with real estate developers, so they are bound to know some of the rumors circulating outside.

Naturally, I had heard of Liang Zheng's name.

"I won't say any more. Today I'm taking your son away." Nan Zheng pointed at Zhou Xiaolong.

"Your son has a good talent for billiards. If Zhou Xiaolong uses this talent to beat the Americans and become the next Bruce Lee, wouldn't you think that's awesome?"

"Awesome! Of course it's awesome."

"But this loser, does he really have that kind of strength?" Zhou Feihong was instantly excited and speechless, glancing at Zhou Xiaolong with disdain.

"How will you know if you don't try?" Nan Zheng said with a smile, lighting a cigarette.

“There are many masters on Hong Kong Island. I know several who have made a name for themselves using Jeet Kune Do. One of them is Lui Yiu-yeung, the Thunder Tiger of Tung Sing… He has fought almost everywhere in Wan Chai.”

"And your son is so talented in billiards, even creating his own style, how can he not become the next Bruce Lee? Don't you agree?"

Jeet Kune Do is a martial art created by Bruce Lee by combining dozens of different boxing styles.

That's not important. What's important is that these two, father and son, are so obsessed with someone that they would never miss any opportunity to catch up with their idol.

As expected, Zhou Feihong slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "Zhou Xiaolong, listen to my command!"

"Here!" Zhou Xiaolong replied with a serious expression.

Then came a barrage of lectures and instructions, followed by a set of commands to make him take Bruce Lee as his role model and try his best to catch up.

He will bring honor to his ancestors upon his return.

...

After another round of farewells, Zhou Xiaolong watched from the boat as his junior sister and father gazed into the distance from the dock, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Damn it, you're going to Hong Kong Island, not to die, what's the use of crying?" Nan Zheng said in surprise.

"I'm not crying, I'm so excited! I'm finally not going to be my dad's punching bag anymore." Once we were far away from Tai O Wharf, Zhou Xiaolong was so happy that snot was coming out of his nose, and then he jumped around happily.

Tian Yangsheng and the others were speechless.

Damn, these two are really weirdos.

"I just called and asked. The highest prize money for a Grand Slam in billiards in the United States is over one million US dollars, which is roughly tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars." Nan Zheng patted Zhou Xiaolong on the shoulder with a smile.

"Young man, you have a long and arduous journey ahead of you."

"I promised my father I wouldn't gamble," Zhou Xiaolong said, shaking his head.

"Who the hell let you gamble?" Nan Zheng slapped him across the face. "That's a prize!"

"What?" Zhou Xiaolong was dumbfounded.

However, Nan Zheng wasn't lying; the actual official prize money wasn't as outrageous as tens of millions.

But for these kinds of sports competitions, there are a lot of people betting on the sidelines, which is similar to a casino opening a betting pool. A single bet can be at least tens of thousands of dollars, and overseas bets are calculated in US dollars.

If you fight your way to the finals and become the champion, you'll really have around ten million.

Nan Zheng felt that if Zhou Xiaolong trained well, and since she already owned a casino, running her own gambling operation wouldn't be a big problem.

They can make a fortune just in Hong Kong Island.

"Just focus on practicing billiards, and you don't need to worry about anything else," Nan Zheng said.

"When we get back to Hong Kong Island tonight, I'll arrange for you to have some fun with a big-breasted girl and the Golden Lion King."

"She's still waiting for me, I can't..."

I won't tell anyone.

"Then I want to fight ten of them!"

...

It was already evening when they returned to Hong Kong Island. Nan Zheng handed the man over to Tai Bao, gave him a few more instructions, and then went back to the nightclub.

Zhou Xiaolong is essentially a pure Australian, so he is quite simple-minded.

Nan Zheng was too lazy to be the guide, so she figured it wouldn't be too late to let Tai Bao teach her until she was done and then go take a look.

He suddenly remembered something: Stephen Chow and Ng Man-tat were back together again?
Nan Zheng didn't notice at first.

Now that I think about it, it's true.

Upon arriving in the basement, I immediately saw Wei Jixiang sitting on the sofa smoking, while Gandhi across from him clearly showed fear and unease about the unknown.

“Boss.” Wei Jixiang immediately stood up.

"Sit down," Nan Zheng said calmly, then pulled up a chair and sat opposite him, glancing at Gandhi.

"The person has arrived."

"I won't say any more."

Do you know why I called you here?

“Brother, brother, why don’t you just say what you have to say…” Gandhi forced a smile and said. He had just recovered from his injuries and had now been inexplicably ‘invited’ here again.

It would be a lie to say that he's not afraid.

"I'm helping you!" Nan Zheng sneered, then threw all the photos of Guo Hua having an affair with Gandhi's wife and the evidence of black people stealing Gandhi's goods on the table.

He then pointed to something and said, "I had Hong Fei take care of these things a few days ago."

"Now, you might as well take a look."

"What the hell?" Gandhi picked up some photos with skepticism, but he was shocked by what he saw and then flew into a rage.

Enraged, he kicked the table over and yelled, "Fuck you!"

"Keep watching, don't rush." ​​Nan Zheng leaned back in her chair, her expression playful.

It didn't stop Gandhi from getting angry either.

In no time, Gandhi had finished looking at all the evidence and photos. His face was contorted with humiliation and anger, his veins bulging.

"Gandhi, do you know how Ni Yongxiao managed to get all the hall masters under his control with just one phone call?" Nan Zheng asked calmly.
"It's because that black guy cheated you out of your goods, Guohua... with you at the center, you took on three people at once and completely subdued them."

Sometimes I admire you. You got scammed and cheated on, and you didn't even know it?
Are you genuinely enjoying it or are you truly bewildered?

"Damn it! They all deserve to die!" Gandhi clutched the documents and photos, trembling with rage, his anger reaching its peak.

Nan Zheng felt it was a success.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?" Gandhi said through gritted teeth.

“I don’t need to say anything now, and you’ve already decided to become Blackie and Guohua, after all, you have brothers in your heart…” Nan Zheng said sarcastically, then added:

"But don't rush. Keep an eye on Ni Yongxiao for me first, find out their every move, and then I'll give you a plan and advice."

"What benefit would I get?" Gandhi said coldly, his eyes filled with ferocity and malice.

"I can make you the new head of the Ni family, the new leader of the Sanhe Group." Nan Zheng crossed her legs and shook them.

"Is this enough sincerity?"

"It's a pleasure to cooperate with you," Gandhi said through gritted teeth.

In reality, he had no choice.

Because once Nan Zheng broke through this barrier, Gandhi was destined to deal with them; otherwise, how could he survive in the future?
What men value most is face, face!
But now...it's terrible, it's really fucking terrible.

Nan Zheng felt that Gandhi was truly tragic. Among all the Hong Kong films, there seemed to be very few that were as miserable as his.

They took advantage of us.

But after all, the other party was the two hall masters and Ni Yongxiao. If Gandhi did not choose to cooperate, he probably would never be able to avenge himself before he died.

Therefore, although it seems that Nan Zheng gave him a choice, in reality he had no choice at all.

This is a conspiracy.

Even if you know you're going to be a double agent, it's an open conspiracy you have no choice but to accept.

After a short while, Gandhi suppressed his anger and left the basement. Nan Zheng watched for a while and then said, "Wei Jixiang, keep an eye on him."

"I need to know his every move."

"Boss, you don't believe him?" Wei Jixiang probed from the side.

"It's not that I don't trust him; on the contrary, I trust him completely!" Nan Zheng sneered.
"What if Gandhi has a mental breakdown tonight and goes there to fight to the death, ruining my plans?"

"All you have to do is stop him... If he really goes crazy, then invite him into the sea to calm him down."

"Gandhi absolutely does not want to die now."

"Okay." Wei Jixiang nodded, feeling in his heart that Gandhi was truly tragic.

They've been attacked and framed, and now they're being used...

I don't know what sins I committed in my past life, but this life is like being fucked by a dog.

(End of this chapter)