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

Chapter 192 "190" couldn't hold back, this time he really couldn't hold back.
"Boss, there's a company called Sakura Club that called to make an appointment with you half an hour ago."

"Ask me out? What do you want with me?" Nan Zheng glanced at A Wu sideways.

"Are you asking me to go for a handjob or a one-night stand? What good could come of that?"

"I don't know about that." A-Wu shrugged. "But he said that if you don't go, he'll tell you that it's a man named Yuan Qingnan who personally invites you over."

"Does he mean it when he says 'please'? If Nie Aotian needed something from me, he would come to me in person!" Nan Zheng scoffed.

"Who does he think he is? He invited me, and now he wants me to come over?"

"Should we offer him the position of Governor of Hong Kong?"

Ah Wu was speechless this time.

Seeing his boss lose his temper like this, he figured out that he must have a conflict with the Sakura Club.

Others wanted to talk, but Nan Zheng didn't give them the chance at all.

They don't plan to talk about it.

"Then you'd better make your own plans. It seems like they're still a bunch of Japanese, and their Cantonese is pretty bad," A-Wu said casually.

"Nonsense, I'm the boss, of course I make the decisions!" Nan Zheng said without even thinking.

He already guessed it; what good could this Yamaguchi-gumi group possibly have?

Since they already matched, Nan Zheng didn't mind sweeping them all up.

Although Yuan Qingnan was quite respectful to me during the battle at the fireworks platform...

However, everyone treats the strong with utmost respect.

It is essentially related to the Nanzheng (a type of zither), but it can also be unrelated to the Nanzheng.

Anyway, he didn't have much affection for these bastards.

In the afternoon, Nan Zheng received a notification that Nie Aotian had brought Chen Jincheng back to Haojiang, and that the boat had also sailed away from the fireworks platform.

Nan Zheng was not surprised by this; the sooner the better, because the faster it was, the more it proved that they needed it.

The greater the need, the more valuable it becomes.

The high seas aren't just home to Chen Jincheng's gambling ship; there are many more outsiders and local bullies. If they manage to clean things up, newcomers will rise to the top, and there will probably be even more that can rival them.

It doesn't matter, I'll just deal with whoever's in my way of making money.

The next morning, Nan Zheng woke up yawning and went to the underground casino. Seeing the lively atmosphere inside, she was in a pretty good mood.

Now the casino's reputation has grown, and it can rake in tens of millions a month just from commissions.

It's easy to imagine how much profit there is.

Gambling, no matter where it takes, is always incredibly profitable.

Because human greed will not disappear; it will only accumulate more and more.

If you can't control yourself, then losing everything is just the beginning.

After all, who forced them to gamble? They deserved to lose.

He had only been sitting in the office for a short while when Taibao walked in with Zhou Xiaolong, all smiles. "Good morning, boss."

"Still early? It's practically sunrise by now," Nan Zheng said with a laugh.

"It's still too early for a gangster like me," Tai-bo said with a chuckle.

"How's it going?" Nan Zheng asked Zhou Xiaolong with a sidelong glance.

Zhou Xiaolong went back home during the Chinese New Year, so he hasn't trained much yet.

It wasn't until a few days ago, when Zhou Xiaolong returned and arranged for a coach to provide systematic training, that his billiards talent was fully unleashed.

It must be said that Zhou Xiaolong's billiards skills are truly terrifying; he managed to beat up the coach in less than three days.

Yes, take it completely.

It's not just about training, it's also about sleeping.

When feelings run deep, they naturally grow stronger over time.

"This kid is really good. He not only took advantage of the coach, but he also beat all the top players in the billiard halls in Yau Tsim Mong. Almost none of them were his match." Tai Bao patted Zhou Xiaolong on the shoulder with great admiration.

"In a while, a Hong Kong-wide billiards tournament will be held on Hong Kong Island. People from all over the world will come. The prize money is one million."

"The million-dollar prize, if Zhou Xiaolong wins, just give it to him, we don't need that much..." Nan Zheng said casually, puffing on a cigarette.

"Let's set up an off-the-ground betting platform, with our casino acting as the bookmaker. Then we can bring in some sponsors to expand and strengthen our business."

Anyway, our Nightless City newspaper has gained some influence by now.

If you don't use it, you won't use it.

Promote the billiards tournament widely, the more exciting the better, so that everyone knows that where there is a tournament, there is gambling.

"Forget about making money by betting... wow, the commissions will be so high they'll make your scalp tingle." Nan Zheng said with a smile, a cigarette dangling from her lips.

Previously, betting on the outer perimeter of the gambling ship was connected to the overseas side.

Therefore, it is possible to make large-scale compensation payments.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be a live broadcast.

Nan Zheng also wanted to pull off a scheme, pretending to be weak while actually being strong, and making a big profit.

Of course, you'll make more money if you're the bookmaker yourself. You know Zhou Xiaolong's capabilities well, so the higher the odds, the more you should bet.

That's how you make a fortune every day.

“My father told me that I shouldn’t gamble,” Zhou Xiaolong said.

"Who told you to gamble? We're just gambling, what's it to you?" Nan Zheng glanced at him.

"Regarding me, betting on me, doesn't that count as my involvement?"

“So many people die in Hong Kong every day. You’re a human being too. Are you sure you’ll die tomorrow?” Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow.

Zhou Xiaolong was completely dumbfounded.

“Kid, what you need to do is carry forward Bruce Lee’s spirit. We’re involved in the escort business because that’s the only way to attract more rich people and get them to help you promote your business,” Tai Bao explained with a smile.

Zhou Xiaolong was somewhat surprised: "It can be like this?"

"Nonsense, there are billiards tournaments every year, but when have they ever been noticed? Even if it's a sport that foreigners value, without financial investment and benefits to be gained, who cares who you are?"
That's human nature; wherever there's money to be made, people will flock there...

By engaging in peripheral betting, we attract all sorts of high-ranking officials and dignitaries to place bets, effectively making them spectators in a roundabout way.

If you win, shout "Bruce Lee is unparalleled!" Wow, then everyone will know you're a Bruce Lee fan! Everyone will know you're a descendant of the dragon!

Taibao spoke with great enthusiasm, leaving Zhou Xiaolong stunned.

I've been completely fooled.

The problem was that he really couldn't find a good reason to refute it, leaving him speechless.

Taibao's words sounded pretty ridiculous, but upon closer examination, they actually made a lot of sense.

"What you said seems to make a lot of sense," Zhou Xiaolong finally said after a long pause.

"Just focus on the competition. Your dad and your junior sister will be coming too... You probably don't want them to know that you and that female coach played pool in bed for three days and three nights without leaving the house, right?"

Nan Zheng smiled and smoked, while Zhou Xiaolong's face turned green.

"Don't worry, I'm not a good person either. Just focus on the game."

"I definitely won't tell your junior sister that you've even started using Viagra... hahaha!"

Nan Zheng laughed heartily, then got up and left.

Zhou Xiaolong's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, his expression shifting between pale and flushed.

Finally, he looked awkwardly at Taibao:

"No, Brother Taibao, how did you guys find out about this?"

"Nonsense, I hired that female coach! When I paid her bill, she was aching all over, practically being hit to death by the cue stick while practicing billiards. If I didn't know that, I'd be a complete idiot."

Zhou Xiaolong: ………

Damn, he really forgot that other people are also human beings, and they also need to go out to eat and sleep.

Damn it, this is it.

We have leverage over them now.

……

Nan Zheng led Marry, Tian Yangsheng, and the others to a restaurant, where they randomly found an empty private room and ordered food.

"Huobaoming has to settle accounts with me every month, starting at eight million each time," Nan Zheng said, tossing him a cigarette.
"When the time comes, help me check the ledgers to see if there's anything fishy or if anything has been stolen."

"I'll give you 10% of the profits from each transaction."

"So generous?" Marry raised an eyebrow, picked up a cigarette, lit it, and the Marlboro cigarette butt immediately left a fiery red lipstick mark.

"If you're going to make a vase, you should act like a vase; if you're going to make a bayonet, you should dress like a bayonet."

I've never really considered money as money; only money that's spent is real money.

Life is only a few decades long; if you don't spend it, how can it be considered money?

Marry was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses and realized that the statement made a lot of sense.

What's the point of keeping money if you don't spend it? If you do spend it, does the money still belong to you?
Nan Zheng, however, reversed the meaning of that sentence, and it made perfect sense...

Marry took a few puffs of her cigarette and couldn't help but glance at Nan Zheng a few more times out of the corner of her eye.

She found the man to be increasingly charming, possessing an indescribable allure.

Of course, this doesn't apply when you don't treat yourself like a human being in bed.

However, at that moment, instead of the waiter bringing the food, several men in suits, exuding a menacing aura, walked in.

The man who was in the lead had a short buzz cut and an arrogant look in his eyes. He was also holding a woman in a kimono in his arms.

"Mr. Nan, you don't mind my presence, do you?" Yuan Qingnan sat opposite Nan Zheng with his arm around Tokugawa Yuki, and smiled at her.

He glanced at Marry again: "Your wife? She looks very charming and beautiful."

Marry's face turned slightly red.

"Let me introduce myself again. I am Tokugawa Yuki, the daughter of the Tokugawa family, one of the four great families, and also my wife, Hara Aoyama," Hara Aoyama said.

"You Japanese are really full of small formalities. Just say what you need to say. What's the point of all this introduction?" Nan Zheng exhaled a cloud of smoke, her face full of sarcasm.

"What, you're planning to share it with me?"

Tokugawa Yuki's expression changed, and the Yamaguchi-gumi members behind him also became angry.

They all started cursing angrily.

"Stop speaking your gibberish. When you come to Hong Kong, you have to respect the customs. Don't you even know Cantonese? Fuck your mother." Nan Zheng picked at her ear.

Then, smiling, she looked at Yuan Qingnan and asked, "You don't understand Cantonese, but you speak Mandarin?"

"Fuck you!"

“I don’t understand Mandarin, but I understand Mr. Nan. Anyway, it’s definitely not something nice to say.” Yuan Qingnan was already burning with anger, but on the surface he still said it calmly.

“Mr. Nan, I’m here today with the intention of discussing cooperation with you.”

"Cooperation? What cooperation?" Nan Zheng leaned on the table with one hand and pointed with the other.

"Your men said before that they would not only chop me into mincemeat, but also threaten to kill my whole family... Tsk tsk, the triads! I, Liang Zheng, am a well-known law-abiding citizen in Hong Kong Island. If I were to discuss cooperation with you? How could I do business?"

"Hahaha!"

"Mr. Nan, you actually say you're a good citizen?" Yuan Qingnan suddenly threw his head back and laughed, as if he had discovered something ridiculous.

He then cleared his throat, and his smile vanished.

“Mr. Nan, I’ve always preferred to be straightforward. If I say we’ll cooperate, then we will.”

“You and those Taiwanese can cooperate to run a casino in Macau.”

Why can't I?

"We're compatriots, after all. Since we're on the same side, what's wrong with cooperating?"

"As for you... I'd like to ask, when did Japan become a vassal state again?"

As soon as Nan Zheng finished speaking, Yuan Qingnan stood up abruptly in anger.

However, I still forced myself to swallow my anger.

"What, you want to hit me? Since you want to hit me... then come on then." Nan Zheng shrugged and laughed.

It's not that cooperation is impossible, but rather that the Yamaguchi-gumi's biggest profit comes from acquiring fans.

Secondly, there was human trafficking, such as taking various young women to various geisha houses for training.

When they grow up, they'll either go out and sell themselves, become nannies, or become prostitutes...

They either don't do it at all, or when they do, everything they do is outrageous and inhumane. How can we possibly cooperate with them?
The key point is that it's still legal in Japan, and the same goes for gangs. Isn't that awesome?
Even someone as ruthless as Brother Kei would find the Yamaguchi-gumi utterly insane. Like those Japanese massage parlors that Lui Yiu-yeung ran in Wan Chai, the masseuses were essentially people who had been trafficked from childhood and trained in those shops.

He ate and slept with her, and his salary was only enough for three meals a day.

Even worse off than Filipino maids.

At least they can take the money home.

"Liangzheng, I came here today and spoke to you in a very polite manner. Even if you didn't want to, you didn't have to be so confrontational, did you?" Yuan Qingnan said through gritted teeth, her face full of anger.

The title was changed from Mr. Nan to Liang Zheng.

"Yuan Qingnan, it's not that I'm being confrontational... it's just that you bunch of bastards really annoy me. You fucking said you'd kill my whole family the moment we met. Who do you think you are?" Nan Zheng's fierce eyes flashed suddenly, and she raised her hand and flipped the table over.

Marry was so frightened that she backed away in a panic, while Tian Yangsheng and the others quickly stood up.

Strike first to gain the upper hand.

Yuan Qingnan was furious, his whole being filled with tyranny. Facing the flying table, he neither dodged nor evaded, but directly punched it with all his might.

The table was instantly smashed through, heading straight for her face. Nan Zheng revealed her sharp white teeth and threw a punch in return, a direct confrontation.

With a loud bang, the floor where Yuan Qingnan was standing cracked instantly, and he was forced to take a step back, his face filled with astonishment.

This was the first time he had ever discovered that someone was stronger than him.

On the contrary, Nan Zheng's floor was also cracked, but he remained unmoved, standing firm like Mount Tai, and his whole being was full of recklessness.

"What's going on?" A voice suddenly came from outside the private room, followed by Huang Bingyao and several plainclothes officers walking in with puzzled expressions.

He immediately shouted at both sides to stop fighting: "Stop it, both of you!"

Several plainclothes officers quickly separated the two sides. Huang Bingyao suddenly saw Nan Zheng and was so angry that he laughed: "Hey, big brother, we're just having a meal. How come I keep running into you causing trouble everywhere?"

"What trouble could a law-abiding citizen like me cause?" Nan Zheng said dismissively.

At this moment, Hara Aonan had already suppressed his hostility, straightened his suit, then put his arm around the flustered Tokugawa Yuki's slender waist and turned around to say, "We Japanese admire the Bushido finals. Today's competition is just a simple contest, nothing serious."

"Damn it! If you want to compete in Bushido, go back to Japan. Smashing tables is free, isn't it?" Huang Bingyao said irritably.

"I will pay for all the expenses of this private room," Yuan Qingnan said expressionlessly, then left with the Yamaguchi-gumi members.

"Damn, who is this bastard? He talks so arrogantly. I'll cut his head off with my scissor kick!" Huang Bingyao cursed, holding up two fingers.

"Yamaguchi-gumi, Hara Aoi."

Huang Bingyao was stunned for a moment, then cursed, "I don't care if he's a man or a woman, or if he has a penis or not, I'll still cut it off."

"Then you'd better keep your tough stance." Nan Zheng smiled and lit a cigarette. "He's entrenched in your territory."

"Officer Wong, you're in for a good time from now on."

"Damn it!" Huang Bingyao felt really unlucky. He was just having a nice meal when this happened.

In no time, the group dispersed, and several waiters quickly cleaned up the mess.

Nan Zheng said directly, "Call Tai Bao and Ding Yao, and have them investigate Yuan Qingnan and the Yamaguchi-gumi's recent activities in Hong Kong."

“Okay,” Tian Yangsheng said. Marry looked at the two cracked floorboards, still shaken.

"Should we go back?"

"Go back to what? Didn't you see that Japanese leader just say he'd pay for this private room? Since he's so concerned about saving face, I'll grant his wish!" Nan Zheng said sarcastically as she sat down again.

"Today, we only want the most expensive, not necessarily the best."

"Also, after we finish eating, let Gao Jin and his people come and keep eating all the seafood feasts in the restaurant until it's empty."

"If someone pays the bill and you don't eat more, that's not called being thrifty, that's called being an idiot!"

……

Inside the clubhouse, Yuan Qingnan smashed the entire table in two with a single punch, his face contorted in rage.

Several geishas crouched nervously at my feet, trembling.

The dozen or so members of the Yamaguchi-gumi also lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

"This pretty zither is really quite arrogant! I, Yuan Qingnan, have already given him plenty of face, yet he still dares to humiliate me like this? Does he really think he's the most powerful person here?"

"I'd kill him if I wanted!" Yuan Qingnan kicked the entire coffee table over again, and it crashed into the wall and shattered into pieces.

You can imagine how domineering the force was.

"Team leader." Just then, North Claw Three rushed over and whispered.

"Did you find anything?" Yuan Qingnan asked menacingly, lighting a cigarette with a grimace.

"We found out that this Liang Zheng has deep roots in Yau Tsim Mong, and has many friends and allies in Kowloon City, Kwai Tsing, Yau Ma Tei, Mong Kok and Kowloon...

Now he is the acting head of Hung Hing, second only to the leader.

"I heard that a Malaysian Datuk recently started a company, and he also has a share." This was a brief summary of the information gathered by the three men from North Java.

He then added, "Especially in Tsim Sha Tsui, he was known as the Emperor of Tsim Sha Tsui. He was also the only person in Hong Kong Island in the past thirty years to achieve a unified leadership position in Yau Tsim Mong, and was known as the King of Gangsters."

"So what? A nickname is still a nickname. Taking him down is a piece of cake for me." Yuan Qingnan said, biting his cigarette butt, each word distinct.

"Anyone who isn't useful to me will die!"

"Team leader, so you mean we should gather men from Causeway Bay and kill him?" North Claw Three asked tentatively, his eyes revealing delight.

He had wanted to do this for a long time.

However, during the previous battle at the Fireworks Terrace, Yuan Qingnan treated Nan Zheng quite well.

Therefore, I never dared to say it.

Now that Yuan Qingnan has this intention, then the Northern Claws can also settle both old and new scores.

After all, Tetsuo was his trusted confidant. Who could tolerate him being chopped up and sent back?

“We are on the main island, while he is on the peninsula. In the past, even a powerful dragon could not suppress a local snake.”

There's a saying among Hong Kong people: "To get ahead in the world, you have to use your brain!"
"Doesn't he have many allies? Let's take them out first." Yuan Qingnan pointed to his temple and grinned maliciously.

He is arrogant and conceited, but he is not stupid at heart.

He naturally knows how to deal with local bullies.

"Judy Tang of the Rose Group, Yao-Tsu Liu of the Shengshi Group, and Chia-Nan Chen of the Chia-Nan Group... they all have collaborations with Liang-Zheng."

There was another person in charge named Huobaoming, but he was of a lower caliber.

However, it's a cooperative relationship; they smuggle various furniture and appliances onto them.

"Then let's take him down first!" Yuan Qingnan said directly after listening to Beizhao San's analysis.

"Those three are too large and have a clean record, so there's no need to touch them now."

"As long as we strike first and make an example of him, then we can take care of Liang Zheng, and his business and allies will all be ours."

"The team leader is brilliant!" many people shouted.

Beizhao San also thought the suggestion was good and nodded quickly: "I'll have someone take care of it right away."

"Call Ichiro and Nifu over here again. This time, I'm going to oversee things personally," Hara Aoko said.

"Also, go and prepare the gunmen, and gather all the leaders who have aligned themselves with our gang. I'm having a meeting tonight."

North Claw immediately nodded in agreement.

Ichiro, Nifu, Kitazume, and Kazusa, along with Kazusa who was temporarily acting as the head of the Yamada-gumi in Japan, were all among the four protectors of Aoto.

He was also his most capable confidant and assassin.

One of the great protectors' abilities surpassed that of the Yamaguchi-gumi branch leader.

The fact that the three guardians came to Hong Kong together shows how much Yuan Qingnan values ​​Liang Zheng.

He knew very well that someone like Liang Zheng could only be killed once and for all, otherwise there would be endless trouble.

After all, the other party is a local strongman.

The three protectors gathered together, and together with more than a dozen Hong Kong gangs that were close to them, they attacked Liang Zheng.

Yuan Qingnan was very confident that he could take him down.

After all, no matter how good you are at fighting, can you really defeat hundreds of thousands of people?
You could drown from just one spit from each person.

……

That night in Yau Ma Tei, Fiery Ming was drinking and singing in a bar, laughing and joking with several men dressed as golden-haired lions, ready to party all night.

However, at that moment, the door to the private room was broken into, and more than a dozen burly men in suits walked in, holding steel knives, and began to hack wildly at the Heng Kee henchmen inside.

Huo Baoming was so frightened that he sobered up immediately. He quickly pushed the two golden-haired lion kings away, then turned around and rushed to the window to jump.

Unfortunately, he's not gay, so he doesn't have the buff.

He had just stood at the window when Nei Beizhao chopped off his right leg with a single blow.

He suddenly lost his footing and crashed headfirst into the wall, screaming in pain.

"You're Fiery Ming?" North Claw Three stepped forward, glanced at the photo in his hand, and looked at it with a cold gaze.

"You know I still dare to cut you? Who the hell are you? Who are you?" Fiery Ming roared in excruciating pain, clutching his wound.

"My brother is Liang Zheng, Liang Zheng from Tsim Sha Tsui!"

"That's right, take him down." With a command from Beizhao San, several knife-wielders hacked Huo Baoming to death.

It was scattered and disorganized; the human figures were barely recognizable.

The remaining Zijian and his henchmen lay on the ground, their hearts filled with fear.

They had never seen such a ruthless and insane knife-wielder, chopping people to pieces.

However, North Claw Three clearly enjoyed their terrified gazes, and ordered his men to chop a few more times before walking back triumphantly.

He pointed at Zijian and his henchmen: "I know your boss is Liangzheng's brother."

"But tonight, I'm going to chop up Liang Zheng's brothers and friends."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you today, because you still have to tell me something... What happened today was done by North Claw Three. If you're not satisfied, let him come find me, Team Leader Yuan Qingnan."

"Let's go." The three men from the North Claw waved their hands and quickly led their men away.

The whole process takes less than three minutes.

As soon as the man left, the henchmen gritted their teeth and struggled to their feet. Zijian shouted, "Call a car! Call a car quickly and get the boss to the hospital!"

"Brother Jian, the big boss has already been chopped to pieces, what's the point of sending him to the hospital?" a henchman said, barely suppressing his fear. He was so scared he almost vomited.

"Are you an idiot? Can't you even pretend? Hurry up and go!" Zijian slapped him and cursed, but his eyes revealed undisguised excitement.

Damn it, he's dead, he's finally dead.

The boss is dead, so I'm the boss now!
……

Overnight, the news that Akira had been killed by the Yamaguchi-gumi spread like wildfire.

It caused a sensation immediately.

After all, the Yamaguchi-gumi is the largest gang in Asia, while Heng Kee is just a second-rate gang. How could they have offended these people?

Nan Zheng was enjoying He Min's fleshy massage when she also received word of the situation.

Furthermore, the North Claws Third Group even issued a threatening statement, saying that if anyone was not satisfied, they could come and confront the Yamaguchi-gumi...

Nan Zheng was surprised to hear this.
He had been thinking about how to deal with Huo Baoming, swallow up the smuggling operation, and then devour Ailian, but he never expected that someone would actually deliver the fat meat to his door.

This is such a wonderful surprise!

He Min, her face flushed and breathing heavily, watched as Nan Zheng's smile deepened and couldn't help but ask, "Wh...what...is...it?"

"It's okay, you can continue..." Nan Zheng almost burst out laughing halfway through her sentence.

Bear it, you must bear it.

Then, pretending to smash a hammer against the wall, he made a phone call to Taibao and cursed, "Who killed my good brother Huo Baoming? I'll fucking chop him up!"

"What? Hengji Hotpot Ming was taken down? When did that happen?" Taibao asked dazedly, clearly having fallen asleep long ago.

After all, he's getting old. He can take on three or four people at once, even every day.

However, my sleep schedule definitely needs to be changed.

Otherwise, what was originally kidney deficiency would directly become kidney depletion.

"If you don't know, then look it up right now!"

Damn it, in this underworld, who doesn't know that Huo Baoming is my good brother?
How dare you do that to him? You're showing me no respect at all!

Doesn't the other party know that my good brother and I have a multi-million dollar business deal, splitting it 50/50 every month? He has so many businesses, and his wife is so successful… Hahaha!

Nan Zheng was only halfway through her sentence when she suddenly felt extremely happy. She mentally thanked Yuan Qingnan eight hundred times and burst into laughter.

I couldn't hold back, this time I really couldn't hold back!

(End of this chapter)