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

Chapter 172 "170" Miss Wang Fengyi, how should you repay me?
The next day, at the Ni family residence, Ni Yongxiao convened a meeting of all key members in the outer courtyard of the villa.

"The reason I've gathered everyone here today is for one thing—to start a war."

“My father is dead. I have now found out that it was Hung Hing’s Leung Keng who did it. This person is ruthless and ambitious. She has always wanted to take over our territory. Her crimes are unforgivable.”

“I’ve decided to engage in a fierce battle with them in two days and forcefully take over Tsim Sha Tsui East. Anyone have any questions?” Ni Yongxiao asked, looking at everyone.

Ni Laosan, who was standing next to him, immediately said, "I agree with Ah Xiao's decision. Brother Kun died tragically, and the seven-day mourning period hasn't even passed yet. That bastard Liang Zheng is already trying to kill us and break our spirit. If we don't teach him a lesson, how will we ever be able to show our faces in the future?"

We must take him down in one fell swoop!

“Third brother is right. Fight those who deserve to be fought, kill those who deserve to be killed. Don’t be afraid just because of who the other party is. Our Ni family has been around for so many years, and we don’t know what fear is.” Another person raised his hand and said.

The man on the left nodded in agreement: "That's right. We've been around for so long, and we're always the ones being looked down upon. When have we ever looked down upon anyone else? Who cares if Liang Zheng is some damn thug or not, we'll smash his head in and make him a shit-eating king."

"Trying to take over our business? No way!"

Several elderly people chimed in, these were all elders and direct descendants of the Ni family.

They have the right to speak but not the right to make decisions.

Because they were all retired old guys, and they didn't have any troops under their command.

The hall masters, such as Guo Hua and Wen Cheng, were smoking and remained silent at the moment.

It seemed as if he was thinking, as if he was hesitating.

It seems that there is more of a sense of apprehension than anything else.

“Gandhi, I heard you were missing all night last night, what happened?” Ni Yongxiao suddenly spoke, looking at Gandhi in the corner.

Gan said expressionlessly, "It's nothing serious. I just owed some money at the casino and got picked up by some old enemies."

"Do you need help?" Ni Yongxiao asked.

"No need, it's already taken care of."

“That’s fine.” Ni Yongxiao nodded. “If they come looking for you again, tell them to come directly to me.”

"Also, whatever gambling debts you owe, I'll pay you back three times that amount."

“If you had earned more under your father, you probably wouldn’t have resorted to gambling and trying to get rich quick… I will keep that in mind in the future and will share more benefits with you.”

"For example, candy distribution channels."

Upon hearing this, many people looked at Ni Yongxiao with excited expressions.

More than anything, I felt excited and moved.

Even Gandhi was slightly startled.

It must be said that Ni Yongxiao is indeed a master of language, and his manipulative charm can make people feel excited at any time.

He knew that the remaining hall masters were silent because they were hesitant and wary of the other party's strength.

The fact that they have some reservations actually proves that the potential benefits are not significant enough.

If the profits aren't big enough, then let them maximize their profits...

Instead of letting them answer the challenge first, Ni Yongxiao changed the angle and let them take the initiative to answer the challenge, which shows how unconventional his thinking was.

They are simply incomparable to gangsters.

As expected, Guo Hua, without much hesitation, said, "That bastard Liang Zheng really did something inhuman, hitting people just like that, Young Master."

“That’s right, I’m the youngest here, so I should take the lead!” Wen Cheng immediately spoke up, and the remaining black men echoed him.

After all, it's a pie in the sky. If you don't do anything, how will you get the pie?

They understand this principle.

In the end, Gandhi nodded in agreement, but inwardly he sneered.

Damn it, you bastards are all swindling me behind my back.

Watch how I kill you all from behind!
"Alright, since everyone has agreed, let's get ready. The latest time will be in two days, but the process is subject to change." Ni Yongxiao waved his hand, and everyone left immediately.

Their faces were all etched with greed.

To put it bluntly, whether it's a small or large matter, what ultimately drives them is still profit and benefit.

If you don't have money, who will do things for you?

Ni Yongxiao understood this principle long ago. He didn't have Ni Kun's appeal, so he could only use benefits to win people's hearts.

However, this result also has a drawback.

That means if you can bribe them, others can also bribe them.

They might just turn on you and stab you in the back.

This is also why Ni Yongxiao made the drastic decision to cut off his own arm in order to send the four hall masters to their deaths; he had long anticipated this outcome.

Even if the risk is only one in ten thousand, he wouldn't take it.

Because Ni Yongxiao wasn't the one who conquered the world, but rather the one who maintained it.

Maintaining the empire is far more difficult than conquering it.

……

Many people left the villa one after another. Ni Yongxiao called out to Ni Laosan and asked, "Third Uncle, are the men ready?"

"Don't worry, these are our trump cards. I've already prepared them." Old Ni nodded, implying that he was referring to the group of assassins he had secretly trained.

Over the years, only a few core members of the Ni family have known about this group of assassins.

The rest of the people knew nothing about it.

This is also why Gandhi and his companions wanted to rebel.

Ni Yongxiao didn't intend to use it to intimidate others, because once a trump card is revealed, it's no longer a trump card.

After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Approximately how many are there? Or rather, how strong are they?"

"They are far superior to the gunmen in Macau, Southeast Asia, and the Walled City!" Old Ni said with absolute certainty, puffing on his cigarette.

"These people usually travel all over the world, working for various bosses and big spenders. Therefore, their assassination skills and lethality are very strong. Even if they are unarmed, their strength is quite remarkable."

They are at least no worse than Liang Zheng's so-called thugs, and may even be stronger.

Therefore, as long as you spend enough money, they will naturally be willing to serve Ah Xiao.

Furthermore, they are a group of assassins with no base of operations, and they are not afraid of Liang Zheng, a local strongman. They can kill and run away.

Unafraid of any threats, they naturally become extremely ruthless and fearless in their attacks.

“Okay.” Ni Yongxiao nodded in satisfaction, while Han Chen, listening from behind, felt his heart pounding.

Now that Han Chen is the head butler of the Ni family, the two did not avoid talking to each other.

In fact, Ni Yongxiao was saying this on purpose for Han Chen to hear. No matter what, a dog is a dog and should be disciplined at any time.

Otherwise, if the dog bites someone, then we're in big trouble.

“After those gangsters take action, Ah Chen,” Ni Yongxiao said, looking at Han Chen.

"Young Master," Han Chen immediately stepped forward, bowed his head, and said respectfully, "What are your orders? I am ready to go through fire and water at any time."

"I wouldn't go through fire and water... but after that, when you lead the entire Sanhe to step into Tsim Sha Tsui, you must make sure Liang Zheng gets her place."

I need to know where he is, his exact location, in order to carry out an accurate and precise assassination.

"Young Master, I understand." Han Chen had probably figured out Ni Yongxiao's plan by now, which was to use the four hall masters as cannon fodder.

Three ingredients were used as bait.

Finally, the assassins carry out the killings.

It has to be said that Ni Yongxiao's plan was really meticulous, with one step after another, making it impossible to guard against. How could any gangster have ever seen such a routine?

After all, gangsters don't use their brains. People like Chan Ho-nam who do things by scouting beforehand are considered smart.

Not to mention any planning or strategy.

"Go and get ready too." Ni Yongxiao waved his hand again: "The Sanhe gang has more than 3,000 people in total. From now on, the entire gang will be yours. Ah Chen, you are a trusted confidant that I value highly. Don't let me down."

"Okay." Han Chen left, deeply moved.

Han Chen is still very loyal to Ni Yongxiao, even working for him until the moment before Ni Yongxiao tried to assassinate him.

He won't mess with anyone unless they mess with him.

“Ah Xiao, you’re just like your father. You say one thing and then hide another.” Ni Laosan looked at Ni Yongxiao, who was still sitting still, and smiled meaningfully.

"Third Uncle, there is indeed something else." Ni Yongxiao lit a cigarette and smiled.

"Do you know where Xinji went after Liangzheng broke them up?"

"I don't know." Old Ni shook his head. In fact, this was the point of confusion for him and many others.

After all, the New Club was created by the former Kowloon Emperor, and even before the Fireworks Terrace, its strength was in the top tier.

However, after sending the Lin brothers to Macau, the vast majority of the top executives of Sun Kee were purged, and then Hung Hing took over, turning them into a disorganized mess.

After that, there was no further news.

Everyone looked like they were dead; it was very eerie.

“Don’t know? Then let me tell you.” Ni Yongxiao smiled meaningfully, and then said, “They used Hung Hing to launder their money.”

"Cleared out?" Old Ni's eyes widened instantly, his face filled with disbelief.

“That’s right.” Ni Yongxiao nodded.

"When someone has dust on their hands, they can clap their hands and they'll still look clean. But if someone has black on their hands, they'll most likely never be able to wash it off in their lifetime."

Because black is the most difficult and dirtiest thing in the world.

But if you want to get it white, you have to put your hands in the water and keep rubbing...

During this period, the hands were in the water, the eyes were watching, but the back was exposed to the public.

Therefore, many people are vulnerable to being sabotaged during this period, causing them to fail at the last hurdle.

“Therefore, many people would rather go all the way than risk dying suddenly, because they have worked hard to build everything, and they are unwilling to gamble.” Ni Yongxiao said slowly, smoking a cigarette.

"But it's not without a chance. In fact, there's another way to clear one's name..."

"Chop off your own hand?" Old Ni seemed to realize something, and his pupils shrank instantly.

“That’s right.” Ni Yongxiao nodded.

To put it bluntly, the New Stars used the Hung Hing triad as a tool to cut off their burdens and get ashore ahead of schedule.

Although they knew it wasn't the right time, there was nothing they could do.

If the opponent is too strong and you can't beat them, then you'll be forced to change careers.

Or should we continue fighting? We'll surely die.

Ni Yongxiao thought so too, and was even prepared to do so.

If we fail this time, we'll have to hand over all our business and land to others.

Ni Yongxiao, on the other hand, came ashore with only a small amount of background knowledge.

Even if I'm unwilling, even if I meet Liangzheng again after I get ashore.

We should give it a try.

Because once you've burned your bridges, there's no turning back except by cutting off your own arm.

The only possible outcome is death.

"But, Ah Xiao, if we land with heavy losses and are left unarmed, what if we run into Liang Zheng again?" Ni Laosan was a simpleton, but not stupid at heart, and finally asked the fundamental question.

Ni Yongxiao took a deep breath, turned to look at the distant scenery, and slowly said, "Leave it to fate."

“We are not from two different worlds, so everything will be resolved according to the law. We have nothing to be afraid of.”

"Because we are white, and he is black."

"Who's afraid of whom is really not certain."

……

"Use me to clear your name?"

At the same time, Nan Zheng also received this important news, and her expression became amused.

Taibao nodded, indicating that it was accurate.

Nan Zheng leaned back on the sofa, crossed her legs, and looked on with great interest.

"The people from Xinji are really something, actually trying to pull this trick on me?"

"Brother Zheng, this news is absolutely accurate. I investigated for a long time before I found out... Now, Xinji has transferred a lot of assets to Taiwan, to various wealthy areas in Macau and the Central and Western Districts, and most of them are used for investment."

Those businesses are almost all protected by law, and the foreigners take them very seriously.

I heard that a few days ago, quite a few members of the Xiang family visited the Justice of the Peace.

Although the title of Justice of the Peace is merely nominal, it has one advantage: it allows one to directly face the Governor of Hong Kong.

So it seems that Xinji really did use leverage to his advantage, allowing himself to get ashore directly.

That's a really clever tactic.

Taibao said his business was protected by law... What kind of business is not protected by law?
It's nothing more than financial investment.

To put it bluntly, the two sides are no longer on the same level.

Even if the opponent has weakened its foundation, it is still not advisable to touch it lightly.

To put it simply, you've never seen a gangster collect "location fees" from a bank, have you?

The Xiang family is currently at this level.

But...

Nan Zheng laughed even harder, her smile tinged with disdain and contempt.

"Taibao, do you know the old saying, 'Settling accounts after the autumn harvest'?"

"I know." Taibao nodded.

"Since you know that, then it's very clear." Nan Zheng scoffed: "Clean up? Go ashore? Who gave them that definition? Just them? Just because they converted all their businesses into investment assets, does that mean they've gone ashore?"

"Since ancient times, peaches have been ripened before being picked. If you don't have the strength, how can you expect to get ashore? You're just dreaming."

"Ask the Li family, when have they ever said they've cleared their name?" Nan Zheng scoffed.

The so-called "whitewashing" is actually just showing weakness, implying that I am now a good person and that I have the protection of foreigners and the law if anything happens.

If you harm me, justice may be absent, but it will surely come to punish you...

But a hundred years is a coming, and a thousand years is also a coming.

Only a powerless fool would think about such unrealistic things.

Do you really think that just because you play a few games with foreigners and meet a few Justices of the Peace, you're a good person?
You can't wear shoes when you go north to do business!
“Keep an eye on them first,” Nan Zheng said calmly. “I want to see just how big this peach of theirs can grow.”

"Brother Zheng, you dare to rob foreigners?" Tai Bao's eyes widened.

"In this life, everything is obtained through struggle, only the methods of struggle differ," Nan Zheng said calmly.

"If they really dare to openly defy me, do you think I'd dare?"

"In this world, only the strong can wield an iron fist. If you're strong enough, people will be begging you to love G."

Taibao nodded thoughtfully.

Nan Zheng had no interest in these half-crippled fry; she'd rather wait for them to fatten themselves up before taking them all at once.

This is what you call top-level business competition.

What's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine.

"How's Zhou Xiaolong doing?" Nan Zheng asked, lighting a cigarette.

"This kid is really talented. I took him to play in a lot of pool halls last night, and he cleared out almost all of them with one shot. Several top players from different halls were all taken down by him in five minutes. He's amazing!" Taibao said excitedly.

"But it seems like I have a problem; I fall asleep instantly at midnight."

"He's like a dead pig, you can't wake him up no matter how much you call him."

"I had to have someone carry him into the hotel so he could get enough sleep."

"That's right, you'll get used to it," Nan Zheng said calmly. He had actually forgotten to tell Taibao about this.

But it's not a big deal.

No problem.

A moment later, he received a call from Gandhi, saying that the Ni family would take action within the next few days, but the exact timing was unclear.

"There will be some activity in the next few days. Tell Awu and Gao Jin to be prepared." Nan Zheng hung up the phone and then briefly explained the situation.

"However, it is very likely a feint attack, and unlikely to be the main force."

"Is that so?" Taibao asked, puzzled.

"Have you ever seen any organization hold a meeting or war several days in advance?" Nan Zheng said sarcastically. "It's obviously a smokescreen put out by Ni Yongxiao. This bastard knows that someone will definitely be a traitor, so he deliberately let them spread the word."

In my estimation... Gandhi and his ilk were most likely cannon fodder.

The rest are the main force.

"Okay, I understand. I'll have someone prepare it right away." Taibao readily agreed.

After everyone left, Nan Zheng pondered, "So who's leading the team? Han Chen? Or Ni Laosan? Or are they not the main force, and the real main force is someone else?"

"That bastard Ni Yongxiao, he really is a top student, trying to play a diversionary tactic on me?"

"Scarface, has Apeng come back yet?" Nan Zheng made another call, deciding to take action first and get rid of Ni Yongxiao, that bastard.

Do you want me to prepare a counterattack in advance, and then fall into your trap?
I never wanted to be beaten up! If I take you down, everything will be solved.

To catch a thief, you must first catch the leader.

“He’s back,” Scarface said on the phone. “This guy brought a woman back with him. From what Xiao Fu said… A-Peng wiped out the family and then brought their daughter back.”

"What kind of melodramatic plot is this?" Nan Zheng was completely confused.

After thinking about it, what's with that mentally challenged girl in the plot?

So, in that sense, Ah Peng really did save this girl's life.

She seems to have mental problems and is frequently abused.

"I knew I wasn't wrong about this guy. He's got humanity within him, and he's even showing some real kindness! No wonder this bastard came back halfway after running away." Nan Zheng said with a grin.

"Alright, have someone process their identities."

"Then go check and see if there are any photos of Ni Yongxiao."

"I'll send Apeng to do it tonight."

“Take a few men to meet him. I reckon Ni Yongxiao will be prepared and won’t show himself so easily like that idiot Ni Kun,” Nan Zheng said after thinking for a moment.

“Sure,” Scarface readily agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Nan Zheng called Liu Yaozu again, asking him to meet up for a meal sometime.

After all, we've pretty much figured out the smuggling operation, and it's time to take down that bastard Robinson Crusoe and then swallow up the business.

He hasn't forgotten that he gets 50% of the profits from smuggling and 20% from casinos.

Nan Zheng has never liked taking half or nothing; he likes to have it all.

After giving all these instructions, Nan Zheng then called Xiao Tong and AN out.

This began a two-and-a-half-hour basketball coaching session.

It took him a lot of effort to get through to them.

Today my wish finally came true.

……

For two days in a row, everything was calm and peaceful outside, without any disturbance.

Nan Zheng was happy to have some free time; she was either looking for Mengna or on her way to find Ailian.

Humans are social animals; we need to communicate more to grow and improve.

Otherwise, wouldn't we have lived in vain?
Tsim Sha Tsui remained completely still, as if shrouded in a deathly silence. That evening, Nan Zheng met Liu Yaozu at the East Tsim Sha Tsui Restaurant. As soon as she entered, she greeted him with a smile, "Brother Yaozu, it's been a long time!"

"It's been a long time." Liu Yaozu stood up and smiled. Beside him was a woman in a black dress with long, flowing hair, her long, white legs swaying back and forth, even her high heels were black.

"Who is this?" Nan Zheng asked, glancing sideways.

"Brother Yaozu, I'm treating you to dinner. You can bring a girl along to chat with us too. I don't want to settle... you have to give me at least one!"

"Mr. Nan, you're joking. This isn't my girl." Liu Yaozu chuckled and invited the man to sit down, then pointed to:

"Let me introduce you to Wang Fengyi, the general manager of Quan An Real Estate Company in Aberdeen."

"His father is the owner of a financial company, and his name is Wang Dong."

"Hello, Mr. Nan." Wang Fengyi nodded as she sat down, holding her purse.

She wasn't stage-frightened at all.

"Wang Fengyi? Wang Dong? Quan'an Society?" Nan Zheng pondered for a moment, looking at the face opposite her that resembled Wang Zuxian, and suddenly remembered something.

The one whose blood stained the Red Flower Pavilion was Wang Fengyi?
Just then, a well-dressed man with a somewhat refined but sleazy appearance walked in and said with a smile, "Fengyi, Brother Yaozu, we have a guest?"

"This must be Mr. Nan, who's been making headlines and is famous throughout Hong Kong lately, right?"

"It's an honor to meet you. Let me introduce myself. My name is He Shichang," He Shichang said with a smile, and then sat down next to Wang Fengyi.

Wang Fengyi subconsciously shifted her position.

“A key member of the Quan'an Society? Wang Dong’s confidant?” Nan Zheng looked at He Shichang and remembered something.

There are many titles in Hong Kong variety shows, hundreds of them in total, big and small.

There's really not enough time to listen to everything at once.

However, Nan Zheng had been to Aberdeen before and had heard a little about the local bullies there.

Quan'an Society is one of them.

"Mr. Nan, it's me." When He Shichang heard that Nan Zheng actually knew him, he smiled even more happily, and even his expression was somewhat smug.

After all, who is Liang Zheng now?
It's famous throughout Hong Kong!
To have one's name mentioned by such an important person would be an incredible honor.

Especially for people like He Shichang who are insecure and sensitive.

“That’s interesting,” Nan Zheng said with interest. Liu Yaozu brought them along, so it goes without saying that they must be one of Robinson Crusoe’s clients.

Perhaps Wang Fengyi and He Shichang are both.

One is in charge of the proper procedures, the other is in charge of the illicit ones.

Although they all start with the same character, the different types represent differences.

“Mr. Nan, it’s a bit abrupt of me to bring Mr. He Shichang and Ms. Wang Fengyi here today. I hope you can understand… From today onwards, we’re all on the same side.” Liu Yaozu smiled.

"Hmm." Nan Zheng nodded, but she didn't take it to heart at all. A bunch of good-for-nothings.

Seeing that Nan Zheng's attitude was lukewarm, Wang Fengyi stood up and nodded: "Everyone has to go to the bathroom sometimes. You guys continue chatting, I'll go out for a bit."

“Me too.” He Shichang thought for a moment and followed suit.

Soon only the two of them remained in the room.

"Brother Yaozu, you've brought over another batch of people. It seems Mr. Lu really has plenty of manpower and money." Nan Zheng then slowly lit a cigarette.

Liu Yaozu was in a good mood and laughed, "That's just how my father-in-law is. He has so much money he can't spend it all, and he's always throwing money around to make friends."

"I'm used to it."

"Is that so? Is it a habit, or something you can't help but do..." Nan Zheng said meaningfully.

"Mr. Nan, what do you mean by that?" Liu Yaozu was taken aback.

"If you consider business as a court, then you and the others are like civil officials and military generals. Civil officials and military generals need to be at odds in order to maintain balance in the court and make the emperor happy."

Therefore, the more discord there was between civil and military officials, the happier the emperor was.

Of course, if the two sides really fight each other and cause bloodshed, the emperor will also indirectly take action to eliminate some people he wants to get rid of, and similarly shift the blame onto one side as a handle.

"So that it can be reused for the next cleaning." Nan Zheng exhaled a cloud of mist and slowly spoke these words.

Liu Yaozu's expression changed slightly.

"Mr. Nan, what do you mean by that?"

“If the civil and military officials really go berserk and fight to the death, it will seriously disrupt the balance. Only then will the emperor step in to act as a peacemaker…” Nan Zheng continued speaking to herself:
"Temporarily stabilize the situation, then replenish the numbers of both sides, and then stir up their conflicts, so that a subtle balance of power can be achieved."

Even if there is another bloodbath in the future, it doesn't really matter, because we can just replace it with a new batch of people.

As long as the emperor can gain a central position and become indispensable, then the deaths of many people are worthwhile…

"Lin Dayue, Lei Jiabao, and Fei Quan just died not long ago, and then Lin Huaile was taken down. And now, the Quan'an Society has appeared." Nan Zheng then smiled and brought up the main point:

"Brother Yaozu, do you think Mr. Lu is genuinely trying to make friends by spending money, or is he trying to keep someone in check?"

"Let's guess, who exactly are these civil and military officials being referred to?"

"Of course, Brother Yaozu is Mr. Lu's son-in-law, and the future successor will definitely not be you! Trust me, you are the heir."

The more Nan Zheng spoke, the uglier Liu Yaozu's expression became.

In the end, it had turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

The more Nan Zheng said that she wasn't referring to him, the more he believed that she was.

Everyone has a seed in their heart, and when it sprouts, it will suddenly burst forth.

if there is not……

Nan Zheng didn't mind helping others and personally helped the other party plant the seeds.

"Mr. Nan, what exactly are you trying to say?" As expected, Liu Yaozu's expression changed constantly before he finally looked up and asked.

At first, he really hadn't thought about this aspect; he just felt that Robinson Crusoe's constant spending of money and manpower was to cultivate more backup plans for himself.

But after listening to Nan Zheng's words, I thought about it for a moment.

On the contrary, I think Nan Zheng's point is more reasonable.

It is also more in line with the actual situation.

Because Liu Yaozu himself is not yet a successor, not an heir.

The word 'future' inherently implies uncertainty; frankly, it's more like a pie in the sky.

"What I'm saying is very simple: you are wholeheartedly devoted to Robinson Crusoe, and Robinson Crusoe is afraid of you in every way, so he keeps recruiting people to keep you in check, just to keep you within a controllable range."

Being both a dog and a beast of burden, perfectly secure, isn't that the best of both worlds?

After all, you're a bit of a goofball, and the Lao family loves guys like you the most.

"Then when you marry off your daughter, there will be no one to carry on the family line. Wouldn't you then consider all of Robinson Crusoe's assets to be yours?" Nan Zheng said with a smile.

The first half was a tit-for-tat exchange, but the second half suddenly took a turn for the worse.

His words made no sense whatsoever, leaving people completely baffled.

This is also what puzzled Liu Yaozu.

"Mr. Nan, are you trying to sow discord? Are you very dissatisfied with my father-in-law?" Liu Yaozu came to his senses at this moment and forced a smile.

"You said it yourself, my father-in-law is already preparing to marry his daughter to me. He has no successor, so what he does now is a test, isn't it?"
As long as I have the ability, everything will go smoothly.

After he passes away, won't his things still be mine, and mine still be mine?

That's exactly what Nan Zheng wanted to hear.

Perhaps Liu Yaozu himself was unaware that he had completely fallen into a mental trap and was being led by the nose.

If a recording pen were to suddenly appear at this moment, recording a segment here and a segment there, pieced together, then it would be impossible to erase.

Because people only believe what they can understand, and never believe in emotions...

“That’s true.” Nan Zheng nodded casually, then added, “But who told you Robinson Crusoe only had one daughter?”

Liu Yaozu was stunned.

"Why don't you just let Robinson Crusoe have a bunch of illegitimate children? Hide them all and protect them? How do you know Robinson Crusoe really only has one bloodline?"

"If that's really the case... tsk tsk, then Brother Yaozu will truly become a top-tier wage earner."

"If all the businesses are running well, and then suddenly someone dies in a car accident, a tragic loss of talent, then everything will have to go back to Robinson Crusoe. What difference does it make who he gives it to then?"

Nan Zheng's words made her meaning very clear.

If you fail miserably, he will designate a successor, and you won't even know if it's an illegitimate child.

Because you yourself don't know whether Robinson Crusoe really had any illegitimate children.

For Nan Zheng, whether Robinson Crusoe exists or not is unimportant, and whether Liu Yaozu believes in him or not is also unimportant.

Once a person harbors resentment or harbors doubts, everything they do will arouse suspicion, essentially because of a lack of trust!
"Mr. Nan, you didn't invite me here today just for this, did you?" Liu Yaozu suddenly changed the subject, lit a cigarette and laughed.

He realized at that moment that he had been led by the nose by Nan Zheng all along.

My mind was constantly oscillating between questioning and not questioning, doubting and not doubting, and between anxiety and internal conflict.

Just like the so-called "clapping gangs," a slight pat on the shoulder is enough to make someone lose their senses and obediently hand over money...

Essentially, it's about manipulating people's hearts, setting traps, orchestrating schemes, and prescribing the right remedy...

At this moment, Liu Yaozu felt a chill in his heart.

Because he underestimated this young man's understanding and control over people's hearts and human nature.

I used to think that Liang Zheng was just a brute who only knew how to fight and kill.

In retrospect, his intelligence and shrewdness are his greatest weapons.

However, everyone was so captivated by his outward displays of violence and capriciousness that they completely overlooked the fact that if he were not intelligent, he would have been killed by his opponents' various assassination attempts long ago.

How could there still be the Tai Sui of Tsim Sha Tsui today?
"It really is this." Nan Zheng smiled and took a puff of her cigarette, speaking frankly.

“Brother Yaozu, I didn’t want to be too blunt about this, but I didn’t expect... Robinson Crusoe to find another group of helpers so quickly.”

As you know, my relationship with you is the best.

As for him? What do I have to be familiar with him? It's nothing more than an exchange of interests.

You've managed so many of Robinson Crusoe's businesses! Someone with such ability will be incredibly valuable in the future.

I really didn't want you to be kept in the dark, that's why I spoke so bluntly this time... Yaozu, you won't blame me, will you?"

"No, I appreciate Mr. Nan's kind offer," Liu Yaozu said with a smile, though it was a very unpleasant one.

It seems he has fallen into self-doubt.

Nan Zheng never said that she wanted Liu Yaozu to deal with Robinson Crusoe, but her words implied that she wanted him to deal with Robinson Crusoe.

He was completely absorbed in this game.

After a quick bite to eat, Nan Zheng left without looking back, then went to the restroom and made a phone call to Huang Bingyao: "It's me."

"What's up, Mr. Nan?" Huang Bingyao asked lazily on the phone.

It seems that after becoming the head of the Major Crimes Unit, he's been bored out of his mind every day.

But now I have something to do.

Do you know Robinson Crusoe?

"Robinson Crusoe? I know him, he's a big shot, and he's good friends with Datuk Tan Kah Nam from Malaysia... What's up?"

"Let's spread the word in a small circle that Robinson Crusoe has several illegitimate children he's raised for a long time, and make up some fake documents for him. Is that okay?" Nan Zheng asked, turning the water out.

"What are you up to now?" Huang Bingyao immediately became alert.

"What the hell? You don't need to know, you'll find out soon enough anyway."

"Damn it, you're acting all high and mighty when I ask you to do something. Believe me or not, I'll lock you up for 48 hours. You're really lawless now..."

Before Huang Bingyao could finish his rant, Nan Zheng hung up the phone.

Too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

Nan Zheng took out the voice recorder and weighed it in her hand.

Once the audio is pieced together and sent over, Robinson Crusoe will have to suspect Liu Yaozu without him having to do anything himself.

This time, he made preparations for both possibilities.

Either Liu Yaozu will fall, or Robinson Crusoe will fall... If neither of them wants to fall, then Nan Zheng will naturally help one of them fall.

However, human nature is unpredictable; even brothers can turn against each other.

Not to mention he's a son-in-law who's not yet married into the family.

Robinson Crusoe wouldn't take that risk.

They'll most likely strike first.

Even if you don't use lethal force, there will still be a reaction.

If there is a reaction, Liu Yaozu will notice, and then the conflict will naturally begin.

Just like in the story.

Either you die or I die.

A moment later, Nan Zheng called Tian Yangsheng in again and tossed him a recording pen. "Make a copy of this and then secretly put it in Robinson's bedroom."

Who is Robinson Crusoe?

"Call Tai-bao and he will give you specific information about the person."

"Okay." Tian Yangsheng put away the recorder, not even bothering to ask why.

Nan Zheng likes this kind of person.

Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask.

……

Nan Zheng then came downstairs feeling refreshed and just saw Liu Yaozu walking into the lobby. She smiled and said, "Brother Yaozu, you haven't left yet?"

"Look, someone's waiting here." Liu Yaozu said casually, pointing to the MPV parked at the door. Inside sat Wang Fengyi and He Shichang.

"Brother Yaozu, I've already spread the word that we two brothers will start a business together, grow it bigger and stronger, and create a brilliant future." Nan Zheng looked at Liu Yaozu with a smile and added fuel to the fire.

"If someone doesn't want you to grow bigger and stronger, they will strike first."

“Mr. Nan, you’re overthinking it. My father-in-law isn’t that kind of person,” Liu Yaozu said with a laugh.

Their attitude changed so quickly.

He seems to have a decent level of composure, not bad at all.

"Whether it is or not, we'll wait and see," Nan Zheng said nonchalantly.

Just then, He Shichang and Wang Fengyi came downstairs. He Shichang spoke first with a smile: "Mr. Nan, we're planning to go to my boss's real estate company for tea to discuss cooperation. Would you like to come along?"

“I don’t need it, it’s unnecessary, and I’m not interested.” Nan Zheng then turned to look at Wang Fengyi.

"Miss Wang's black suit is quite nice, it suits my taste... Let's chat in Tsim Sha Tsui sometime, the QQ Hotel there is really high-end! I invested in it myself, and I go there quite often."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Shichang and Liu Yaozu's expressions changed slightly.

Nan Zheng could tell at a glance that these two bastards had designs on Wang Fengyi.

Otherwise, would he have such a terrible expression?

That makes sense, given that she is both beautiful and handsome, and her unique characteristics and talents are unmatched.

Every competitor must feel despair.

“Mr. Nan, there’s no need for that. My mind is entirely focused on managing my father’s business right now,” Wang Fengyi said, appearing quite poised and confident.

Nan Zheng made a gesture from afar: "Don't misunderstand, I don't want to seduce you, I just want to sleep with you."

Don't overthink it.

Wang Fengyi's expression froze.

Even someone who manages their facial expressions too well probably couldn't hold back at this moment.

After all, very few people would see such a bastard in high society.

"Mr. Nan is quite the joker," He Shichang said with a smile, trying to smooth things over.

"Alright, I'm leaving." Nan Zheng waved her hand dismissively, turned around and walked out the door, when suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her forehead and instinctively turned back.

Then he suddenly pulled He Shichang forward.

Bang bang bang!

In an instant, He Shichang was riddled with bullets, his chest riddled with bloody holes.

Ding! Daily rival - 1.
"Damn it!" Nan Zheng cursed, seeing more than a dozen gunmen suddenly appear outside. She quickly dodged to the wall and pulled Wang Fengyi to her side.

Then a burst of bullets passed right through Wang Fengyi's spot, instantly turning the dining table behind her into a pile of rubble.

"Fuck your mother! 7.62?" Nan Zheng's eyes flashed with ferocity, and a Black Star pistol appeared in her hand. Tian Yangsheng and the others quickly closed the restaurant door and also drew their guns and hid them on both sides.

Liu Yaozu was so terrified on the second-floor stairs that he screamed incoherently.

If Tian Yangsheng hadn't pulled him back beforehand, he'd probably be riddled with holes by now.

"Damn it, which bastard dares to assassinate me in my own base?" Nan Zheng was visibly enraged.

Just then, two holes were punched in the front door, and two men in black were clearly seen sneaking in. They were quickly taken down in two moves.

"What to do, what to do?" Wang Fengyi kept muttering to herself in fear. Nan Zheng was even angrier and pulled her head down to hold it in place.

"Shut the fuck up! If you make a sound, I'll throw you out to take a bullet."

The whimpering sound stopped immediately, and the body trembled slightly in an instant.

It turned into soft sobbing.

Nan Zheng was also afraid of suffocating the person, after all, she knew her own characteristics.

They dragged the person back and threw them on the ground.

"Who's causing trouble? Brothers, call for backup right now!" Tsim Sha Tsui was very quick; in less than thirty seconds, someone noticed something was wrong and started calling for backup.

Immediately afterwards, a dense cacophony of whistles filled the streets and alleys.

It gives you goosebumps.

Just then, seven or eight gunmen with ferocious expressions burst in through various windows and the back door, and Tian Yangsheng and his group quickly knocked half of them down.

Nan Zheng kicked over the table in front of her and used it as a shield, then quickly leaned to the left.

He raised his hand and instantly killed two more.

Just then, someone pointed a gun directly at Liu Yaozu.

Bang bang bang!

Several holes appeared directly where Liu Yaozu was standing. Liu Yaozu was dragged down by force, and bullets narrowly grazed his scalp, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

"Damn it!" Nan Zheng clutched her chest, wincing in pain, and was furious. She had taken a bullet to save Liu Yaozu, that damned bastard.

Enraged, he kicked the dining table away.

The gene mutation was triggered simultaneously, causing a threefold adrenaline surge. The entire dining table was kicked apart, sending wood chips flying like sharp swords.

puff.

One of the cone-shaped wooden blocks pierced directly into the neck of the gunman in front of him.

Half of his neck was cut off.

Everyone present was stunned. Was this the kind of power a human could unleash?

However, Tian Yangsheng and his group only hesitated for a moment before reacting quickly, frantically pulling the triggers and clearing the area on the spot.

Soon, the entire restaurant was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Nan Zheng clutched her chest, her face contorted with rage, her murderous aura almost overflowing.

Bullets hurt so much, even if there was a genetic mutation, he didn't want to try it a second time. But at that moment, a warm current suddenly surged through Nan Zheng's body.

Upon closer inspection, his physical fitness level had broken through to level 5.
Then it continued to climb like a tide, reaching 5.3 before slowly stopping.

He had been stuck for a long time before, and now that he had been hit like this, his physique immediately exploded.

This unexpected delight lifted my spirits a bit.

But there are only a few.

"Boss!" The gunshots outside quickly stopped, and A-Wu's voice came from outside.

Immediately after pushing open the door, Tian Yangsheng and his men swiftly pointed their guns at him and the people behind him, their eyes narrowed, their murderous intent undisguised.

"Throw all the weapons on the ground." A-Wu then threw Black Star away, and behind him came the sounds of various knives, guns, and clubs hitting the ground.

Nan Zheng stared fiercely outside, where more than a dozen men in black had fallen, and seven or eight more remained inside.

That makes twenty in total.

What appeared were countless, densely packed, law-abiding citizens.

His mother couldn't even count them all.

The other side thought they had enough gunmen to quickly resolve the situation.

But they forgot that this is Tsim Sha Tsui!
The whole process took less than three minutes, and the whole farce came to a complete end.

Without exception, all those assassinated died on the spot.

"Damn it, investigate this! I want to see where these bastards came from!" Nan Zheng kicked over the table in front of her and cursed.

“I’ve already sent people to interrogate them, and there are still survivors,” A-Wu said.

"Fuck your mother! There's someone in my Zongtuo area who dares to play with firearms? If I find out who it is, I'll skin him alive!" Nan Zheng cursed as she went out, then ordered all the law-abiding citizens to disperse and search for the person.

Let's see if there's anything else suspicious.

Then they had someone take Wang Fengyi and Liu Yaozu into a car and send them away.

These two people can't be allowed to die; if they are, there'll be no way to clear their names.

Besides, if someone comes to Tsim Sha Tsui as a guest and suddenly dies, where will they put their face?
As for He Shichang...

He's just a nobody; nobody would even know who he is if word got out.

"Any movement from the Ni family?" Nan Zheng suddenly thought of something and turned to look at A Wu.

"Yes." A-Wu nodded: "I just heard from Hong Fei that the four hall masters have gone over there and are calling for backup."

I've already sent Zheng Wei and Gao Jin over there.

"Damn it! An assassin on this side, a knife-wielder on that side... I don't believe it's just a coincidence!" Nan Zheng sneered, her whole being exuding savagery.

He guessed that the two things were ordered at the same time.

However, the situation in Tsim Sha Tsui was resolved particularly quickly, while the situation in Tsim Sha Tsui was still in shock.

In fact, Nan Zheng guessed correctly. This matter was orchestrated by Ni Yongxiao, and Han Chen didn't bring any people with him.

There were also three snipers.

These gunmen were all in the lead, but they didn't even last five minutes before it was all over. The speed of the cleanup in Tsim Sha Tsui exceeded Ni Yongxiao's expectations.
Seeing that things were going badly, those people ran away without fighting.

"Investigate immediately! I need to know where everyone in the Ni family is right now!" Nan Zheng ordered, then stormed back to her office.

Then he called Scarface over.

Where is A-Peng?

“Ah Peng isn’t here… We’ve been staking out these past few days, but we haven’t even seen a shadow of Ni Yongxiao. I’ve also sneaked into the Ni family’s house; there were many gunmen, but none of them were him,” Scarface said.

For veterans, infiltration and stealth are normal operations.

But the news brought by Scar is quite interesting. Is he trying to cover something up?
"I'd like to see where you can go!" Nan Zheng sneered.

Then he pointed and said, "Since he's gone, I'm not going to look for him anymore. I want him to come out on his own."

"Come out by yourself?" Scarface asked, puzzled.

Have you ever heard the saying, "Eternal benevolence is unfilial, and eternal filial piety is unbenevolence"?

"Arrest his siblings, including that illegitimate son Chen Yongren," Nan Zheng said with a sharp, cold laugh.

"He can hide, but none of his family members can hide. Starting today, we'll play along with him until we die!"

Scarface felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

Although he didn't know why Nan Zheng knew Ni Yongxiao's weaknesses so well, her methods were swift and decisive, making her difficult to guard against.

Nodding without saying anything, Scarface quickly went to check the address and then arrested the person.

Nan Zheng grew increasingly angry and was just about to find someone to vent her anger when a woman dressed entirely in black suddenly walked in, looking somewhat flustered. "Hmm? Why haven't you gone back yet?"

“Mr. Nan, I’m afraid there might be some danger on the way… so, could I stay here for the night? My father will be picking me up tomorrow,” Wang Fengyi said hesitantly, biting her red lips.

Nan Zheng suddenly remembered that she thought Ni Yongxiao had assassinated her.

But Wang Fengyi might also think that this was an assassination attempt against her by her enemies.

Especially after He Shichang passed away, it was even easier for a seed to be planted in people's hearts.

After all, the Quan An Society wasn't solely under Wang Dongquan's control. Besides He Shichang, there were several traitors, some of whom even vacated their positions to become leaders and establish new Quan An Societies.

In this situation, it would be a lie for Wang Fengyi to say she wasn't afraid or nervous.

"Stay for one night? Sure." Nan Zheng suddenly grabbed Wang Fengyi's chin, pulled her close, and said with a playful expression:

"However, my accommodation fees are very expensive, and I also saved your life... Miss Wang, I wonder how you will repay me?"

(End of this chapter)