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

Chapter 196 "194" I Lost a Brother Near the Japanese Consulate

In a tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, which had been booked out, Hong Fei sat opposite Tang Jun and said with a smile, "Brother Tang Jun, have you made up your mind?"

"You want me to switch allegiance to Hung Hing? Who said that? Did you say so?" Tang Jun said with a forced smile.

"I don't have that ability, but Brother Tang Jun, you should know who does... Time is running out, why don't you think about it?"

Hong Fei glanced at his watch, then calmly lit a cigarette.

He doesn't seem anxious at all.

Tang Jun fell silent.

If it were Hong Fei asking him to switch allegiances, he definitely wouldn't give him a second glance. After all, who is Hong Fei? Why should he be allowed to switch allegiances?

But it's different for other people.

Hong Fei's boss is Liang Zheng, so naturally it was Liang Zheng who gave the orders.

However… Tang Jun pondered for a moment and said, “Hong Fei, I remember that your Hung Hing declared war on more than a dozen local gangs tonight. With such strength, how come Liang Zheng still has the money to bribe me to switch sides?”

"I don't know about that. Anyway, it's just one question: are you going to pass or not?"

"I was just responsible for asking questions," Hong Fei said nonchalantly.

He really doesn't care.

Tang Jun fell silent for a moment. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head: could it be that Liang Zheng simply didn't have the ability to deal with more than a dozen gangsters, so she deliberately sent him to switch sides tonight and sent her own people to fight against those local gangsters?
If that were the case, only a fool would go there.

After all, they didn't gain any benefits. Instead, the leader was demoted to the person in charge, and they even foolishly became the first to stick their neck out.

Who would be happy about that?

Normally, Tang Jun might actually have considered it.

But what time is it now? Liang Zheng herself is probably in dire need of protection.

And for such a big event as transferring his position, he didn't even personally show up...

That speaks volumes.

Liang Zheng must have really gotten into trouble; she desperately needs help.

Thinking of this, Tang Jun smiled and said, "Hong Fei, tell Liang Zheng that it's not necessary."

"I'm perfectly fine being a boss in Tsim Sha Tsui, why would I want to go and become a henchman in Hung Hing?"

"Even if I hadn't been demoted in the past, I would have been a second-rank marshal at best... It's completely unnecessary, absolutely unnecessary."

"So, Brother Tang Jun isn't willing?" Hong Fei said, smoking a cigarette.

"What do you think?" Tang Jun's lips curled into a mocking smile as he pointed at Hong Fei before getting up and leaving.

His ideas are now bolder.

That means waiting for Liang Zheng to fall from grace, then planting a flag for her in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Then we went straight to Tsim Sha Tsui.

I'll be the Tsim Sha Tsui deity myself.

Why give up being a leader and insist on being a subordinate? Isn't that just stupid?
However, Tang Jun had just stepped out when he suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He was terrified and turned around abruptly, only to see Hong Fei pull out a bloodstained knife, which flashed with a cold light in mid-air.

Tang Jun clutched his bleeding waist, his eyes wide open, blood splattering from his neck.

That knife was incredibly fast.

He didn't even react.

When Tang Jun's driver saw that Tang Jun was in trouble, he was shocked. But Xiao Chun and several knife-wielding men rushed over and stabbed him repeatedly.

They didn't give anyone a chance to speak or call for backup.

"Brother Tang Jun, I gave you a chance, but you were useless." Hong Fei smiled, then wiped the knife handle clean and threw it directly into the sewer.

He then made a phone call from the same spot.

"Hey, it's all taken care of."

"What? You want it like this? Okay, okay, I understand, I'll get on it right away." Hong Fei hung up the phone, somewhat surprised.

I don't understand why Nan Zheng did this.

However, after thinking it over carefully, I still called out the owner of the tea restaurant.

"Brother Fei!"

"You know what to do?"

"Don't worry, I don't know who did it," the boss said with a smile, without even glancing at the corpse on the ground.

This is the border between Hung Fei's and Tang Jun's gangs. The people here are more respectful to the Hung Hing people because their leader is called Liang Zheng.

Hong Fei pointed and said, "You're wrong. You should know... tonight, you saw the Crown Prince's men operating here."

"Huh?" The boss was completely dumbfounded.

"What do you mean, 'ah'? I only said that the Crown Prince was active in the area, but I didn't say who did it."

"Do you understand?" Hong Fei patted his boss on the shoulder and said.

The boss hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

After all, the Crown Prince's headquarters is close to here, and we often see the Crown Prince's people.

It can't be considered framing or framing someone.

After having Xiaochun send the body back to the Red Dragon Society and repeating the exact words, Hong Fei suddenly understood why Nan Zheng had done this.

Although the Crown Prince is a member of the Hung Hing.

But since they came from Jiang Tianyang's boxing gym, it's ultimately not safe.

Given the nature of the Tai Sui of Tsim Sha Tsui, he only framed the person, wanting to use someone else to kill them and drive them out; he didn't actually intend to kill them.

That seems to be considered merciful.

……

From the 70s to the 80s, the Japanese consulate moved and changed its office address everywhere, and did not have a fixed location until after 85, when it was finally located in the Connaught Place in Central and Western District.

Wang Jianguo searched for a long time before finding the latest temporary address of the Japanese consulate.

It's still a detached mansion, quite luxurious.

I parked my car on a nearby street and watched for a full two hours.

(The term "embassy" used earlier was inaccurate; it should be "consulate." I'm correcting myself here.)
"Did you see Yuan Qingnan go in?" Wang Jianguo asked. He had photos of him, but he hadn't paid much attention to them.

The task of cleaning up people can be left to the junior staff.

"Not yet," the driver next to him said.

"No?" Wang Jianguo was somewhat surprised: "Zhang Chun, your eyesight is always sharp, don't tell me you've missed anything."

"Don't worry, it won't happen." Zhang Chun pointed to his eyes and laughed, "I became a platoon leader precisely because of these eyes."

"That's more like it," Wang Jianguo said calmly. The assassinations had already begun in Wan Chai, with many Yamaguchi-gumi members being assassinated on a large scale. A few of the more resilient ones had already fled to the consulate for refuge.

The Yamaguchi-gumi was a legal yakuza group in Japan, and all of them were legally transiting through the country.

Therefore, they have always maintained a relationship with the consulate.

"Wait another half hour," Wang Jianguo said, glancing at the time.

"If we still can't find them, break in."

"Great!" Zhang Chun immediately exclaimed excitedly.

Damn it, we've fought the Yamaguchi-gumi a lot, but this is the first time we've attacked a consulate.

It all seems a bit exciting, more or less.

……

"You want to know where my team leader is?"

"Are you worthy?"

North Claw Three was in great pain, his face pale from blood loss, but he still held his nerve, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, as he uttered a few words in a slightly trembling voice.

Scarface couldn't help but clap and laugh.

He then pointed to a few people close to him and said, "Learn from them, learn from them, look at them."

"They're practically cut in half by now, yet they're still so loyal. You guys should learn from them."

“Scarface, we’re human, not animals. We’re willing to risk our lives for you, but loyalty is out of the question.”

“Exactly.” The others laughed and joked, not taking it to heart at all.

Scarface muttered a few curses under his breath, thinking that people in this world really only care about money, not loyalty.

He then shot North Claw Three in the head.

Since this guy is in such a terrible state, he still won't tell the truth.

That proves that the Yamaguchi-gumi really knows how to train dogs.

If you can't use him, just send him to see the Emperor.

Then he waved his hand and pointed to the second floor: "See if anyone's there. If they are, do everything."

"Would Yuan Qingnan be on top?"

"Isn't that perfect?" Scarface lit a cigarette, then picked up an AK, firing a finishing shot as he continued:

"Also, if you see any pitiful geishas later, don't hold back."

"Why?" someone asked immediately.

"You'll see when you try it." Scarface smiled.

The three looked at each other, then went up anyway.

Moments later, screams of agony erupted from their own men, followed by a hail of bullets.

"You bastard, you old hag! She stabbed me in the kidney, stabbed me in the kidney!" a man shouted, clutching his lower back, his hands covered in blood.

The situation was pretty much as Scarface had imagined. He saw a geisha who looked pitiful and thought he would let her go, but he was stabbed in the back and screamed in pain.

“I already told you, don’t have any pity.” Scarface waved his hand with a smile.

"Wipe out everyone from the Cherry Blossom Club! Set them on fire and make them thrive!"

The gunfire, which had just stopped, immediately resumed.

The reason Scar said not to have pity is actually quite simple: these geishas are pitiful people themselves, trained from childhood to be playthings or killing machines, and have almost no emotions.

Even numbness.

In this situation, after such a huge commotion during the fight, anyone with a modicum of humanity would have run away long ago. How could they possibly still be lying there, crawling and trembling in fear?
They've long been turned into something neither human nor ghost by these Yamaguchi-gumi.

But since they are all pitiful people, wouldn't it be a good deed to send them off to be reborn?
These details were mentioned by Nan Zheng by chance; otherwise, Scarface might have also fallen victim to the attack.

As for why the reason wasn't explained to those people...

People can't learn by being taught, but they can learn instantly by being taught by experience.

Scarface just said that those who didn't listen almost got themselves killed.

"Let's get Xiao Hao to the hospital first. If his kidneys really fail, he won't even be able to fly in the future," Scarface said, suppressing a laugh. He glanced at Xiao Hao's injury, which wasn't too serious.

Then he continued, "Buy a few more strings of firecrackers. We'll set them off during the Spring Festival and maybe we'll accidentally burn down the Cherry Blossom Hall."

"Tsk tsk, such a beautiful bar, and it just caught fire like that, what a damn waste."

"Scarface, the Spring Festival is over."

"I said it's Chinese New Year, so why are you making such a fuss?" Scarface slapped him across the face.

He then yelled, "I'm having a good time tonight, can't I just celebrate next year's date in advance?"

"You're the boss, so you call the shots."

Once everything was ready, Scarface left first.

Then I made a phone call.

"Jianguo, we haven't found Yuan Qingnan."

……

"Didn't find it?" Wang Jianguo asked, looking at Xiao Li in front of him.

Xiao Li shook his head: "No, I just searched all the restaurants where they held their meeting, and almost none of them look like Yuan Qingnan."

The boss provided photos, and Scarface also gave specific details about his appearance.

We are certain there is no resemblance.

"So, we're really going to go to the consulate for a visit?" Wang Jianguo raised an eyebrow.

After thinking about it, I realized this is a pretty big deal.

Let's think about it again.

In the end, I still made a phone call to Nan Zheng.

The call was answered shortly afterward.

"Hello?" "Boss, that bastard Yuan Qingnan seems to have disappeared... Scarface called me just now saying he couldn't find him, and now Xiao Li and the others say he's also missing." Wang Jianguo briefly explained the situation.

"Most of the Yamaguchi-gumi members have been wiped out by us tonight."

"Some of them ran away, and the injured ones were too afraid to go to the hospital. They prioritized fleeing to the consulate, hoping to find refuge with those Japanese."

However, I've been keeping an eye on things here, but I haven't seen Yuan Qingnan either.

"Are you sure?" Nan Zheng asked calmly.

"Confirmed," Wang Jianguo said directly.
"After all, the auras of the bosses are different from those of the bosses, and the auras of the underlings are also different from those of the underlings."

Not to mention, if the boss and the underlings are all mixed up, wouldn't it be difficult to tell who is the boss and who is the underling?

"That bastard Yuan Qingnan had such a strong aura of violence about him, I could feel it even if he turned to ashes."

Wang Jianguo wasn't lying; he had never met Yuan Qingnan.

But you can sense the overwhelming ferocity emanating from this guy in the photo.

After all, he is a Grand Slam champion in Southeast Asian no-rules tournaments, so it's impossible for him not to have a strong killing intent.

"Damn, where did that bastard go?"

“No, there’s another possibility.” Wang Jianguo suddenly slapped his forehead.

“If Yuan Qingnan had entered the consulate beforehand, then no matter how long we wait here, we would never see him show his face.”

"After all, he was determined to hide."

"Wang Jianguo, I lost a brother near the consulate. Could you go in and look for him for me?" Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Okay, I understand." Upon hearing this, Wang Jianguo immediately burst into laughter.

The art of Nanzheng (a type of Chinese zither) is quite sophisticated.

Foreigners might not understand this saying, but those who have been on the battlefield certainly do.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Jianguo narrowed his eyes, slightly concealing the murderous intent in his heart, and said coldly, "Put on your gloves and mask, and get ready to do it."

"The boy on my left is the little boy, and the fat guy on my right. Which one should I use first?" Zhang Chun took out a bundle of hand grenades and a bundle of explosives, and immediately perked up.

"Take the fireworks and firecrackers out of the trunk. We'll stage it as a fire that sets off a house... Once that's done, those with permits can go back to Tsim Sha Tsui, and those without permits can go to Hoi Kong for a few days. Don't cause any trouble for the boss."

"Throw it at the gate, blow up the fence and the gate, and ram it in!" Wang Jianguo quickly put on his mask and gloves.

Then—click!
The sound of several AKs being cocked rang out simultaneously inside the vehicle.

Ten minutes later, the fireworks tubes named Little Boy and Fatty exploded one after another, bursting into two incomparably magnificent red clouds in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the crackling sound of fireworks soared into the sky, only to be covered by fireworks again.

This is a unique festival belonging solely to the land of China.

No one knew what had happened inside the consulate, but when Wang Jianguo came out again, the front and back doors were densely packed with people lying down.

……

"Boss, I got a message, it's all sorted out. It's just that the scene was a bit shocking."

"How amazing is that?" Nan Zheng said lazily.

Hearing that Wang Jianguo went there, half of the guild hall collapsed, and the fire was so big it was like a crematorium, Nan Zheng couldn't help but say, "Damn it, I just asked you to go find someone, are you going to look for him at the King of Hell?"

"You're even cooler than me now!"

“The car is unusable. Here’s a phone number. Go find Ailian and have her take the car to the smuggling ship and have it sunk at sea. Then disperse the rest of the people and bring them back.”

"Remember this, anyone with a dirty past should stay far away from me. I'm a law-abiding citizen."

After hanging up the phone, Nan Zheng felt that this matter had really gone too far, but what did it have to do with her?
Who knows who these Japanese devils offended?

Their guild hall has been burned down before.

This is no exaggeration. Ever since the R Army withdrew from Hong Kong Island, their association has been vandalized and vandalized countless times over the years. Throwing excrement and rotten eggs at them are nothing compared to what's to come.

Most importantly, it had been burned.

Otherwise, why would the location of the association be changed so frequently?

It wasn't until after the Sino-British Declaration was issued and the return date was confirmed that the R-Japanese Hall finally settled on a fixed location.

Because no one is causing trouble anymore.

Since they already have a history of such incidents, isn't it normal for someone to take advantage of the chaos to cause trouble again today?

If someone feels something is wrong... what evidence is there to prove who did it?
Nan Zheng was sleeping soundly at home.

He knows nothing.

It's strange, though. The island is only so big, where could that bastard Yuan Qingnan have run off to?
Given his arrogant personality, he certainly wouldn't hide away. Otherwise, even if he survived to return to Japan, what would the Yamaguchi-gumi think of him?

He's supposed to be the future successor of the Yamaguchi-gumi, after all.

After thinking it over for a moment, Nan Zheng made a phone call to Tai Bao and asked him to disperse the snack shop employees on the island around the various piers on the island.

He had a premonition that Yuan Qingnan was here.

After hanging up the phone, Nan Zheng looked at Tian Yangsheng and Da Jiao and exclaimed in amazement, "Hong Sheng Gang, He Xingsheng, Taizi Gang, Lianying Society... more than a dozen big and small gangs."

Who do you think should be attacked first?

"Whoever is closer, we'll hit them first!" Tian Yangsheng and Da Jiao said in unison.

"Oh ho, you two are talking at the same time? Are you two having an affair?"

Tian Yangsheng, Big Feet: ………

"But I'm in a good mood today, so I'll do as you say and give you all face!" Nan Zheng picked up the phone again and began to instruct the people in charge.

"Ekin, you're in Kowloon City. First, wipe out that Luen Ying Society near the Walled City. Make sure they're all crippled."

"Your Highness, you and Sister Thirteen take your men to Brother Kei's place in Aberdeen before we talk about it."

"Chan Ho-nam, Causeway Bay is the key location for you. Have Tai Fei lead his men to support you and keep a close eye on the surrounding gangs. Don't let them attack us."

"We must hold on! Especially against those bastards from Tung Sing..."

"Luo Tianhong, take your men and wipe out the Yi An embankment on Gloucester Road."

“Binny Tiger, you continue with your gunmen and get those dragon heads cleaned up for me.”

"Tell them to go see God."

"Wah-di, bring your biker gang over here and keep watch around the Hung Hom Tunnel. Block out those bastards."

"Scarface, don't come back yet. Wipe out all the Yamaguchi-gumi on this island. I want them all to go back to Japan tonight, not a single one left..."

"Damn it, you want to fight me? So what if you have hundreds of thousands of men? We'll beat the shit out of you!"

……

This night was destined to be a sleepless one for all the gangs on the island.

After hanging up the phone, Ekin Cheng first handed over his trusted confidants and close associates, Tony Leung and Yik Lung, to his side. Then he quickly gathered three or four hundred men, who picked up their weapons and headed straight for the walled city.

"Among all the leaders in Hung Hing, I am the youngest, and I am also the closest to the enemy's circle."

"I, Ekin, will make a name for myself and establish my reputation. I'll show the gangs on the peninsula that Hung Hing has no cowards." With a wave of his hand, Ekin stormed off towards the Lien Ying Society's headquarters.

Chiu Wai shouted from behind, "That's right! The boss created a gangster kingpin, and now that the big boss has made a name for himself, he has to create a Kowloon City gangster kingpin too."

"Tonight is the time!"

Everyone was filled with murderous intent, their blood boiling, and their eyes blazing with killing intent and excitement.

The Lianying Society just lost its leader, Fatty Bao, and now its second-in-command, Fatty Hao.

Before they could even offer condolences, they saw hundreds of people marching down the street across the way.

"Damn it! The Hung Hing gang has arrived?"

"Call for help! Call for help now!"

"Chop them up!" Yi Jian waved his hand, and Chao Wei and Yi Long quickly led over a hundred men toward the panicked troops of the Lianying Society.

A brawl was about to break out, and all sorts of noises immediately filled the streets, causing chaos in the surrounding areas.

The fighting spread from the vicinity of the Walled City to its outer perimeter, and half of Kowloon City was thrown into chaos.

The people of the walled city were used to all sorts of noises and commotion, but even when they were asleep, they couldn't help but open their windows to look out when they heard how noisy it was outside.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

Below, a dense mass of gangsters lay sprawled, groaning all over the ground.

There are countless people there late at night; the number is simply uncountable.

Especially since every single one of them had bled.

At the same time, in Yau Ma Tei, Kwai Tsing, Tsim Sha Tsui and many other neighborhoods, a dense crowd of knife-wielding men emerged and boarded vehicles.

Within moments, dozens of buses had left through the Hung Hom Tunnel.

We headed straight for Aberdeen.

However, Thirteen Sister and the Prince were still sitting in the car. From a distance, they could see a blue-haired man wielding an eight-sided Han sword, leading hundreds of men on Gloucester Road, wildly slashing at the Yi An henchmen.

Severed hands and feet, scattered weapons, a chaotic and terrified crowd... one after another.

Both the United Press International and the Yee On International are run by their top leaders and second-in-commands who are completely ruthless.

Therefore, it is especially easy to fight.

Not to mention that Luo Tianhong is ruthless and vicious; his every move leaves limbs flying everywhere.

In this situation, how could the people of the two streets of Yi An possibly stop them?
Seeing this, the prince couldn't hold back any longer. Halfway there, he led two or three hundred men off the bus in the prince gang's territory and headed straight for the place with the most henchmen.

Planning before acting is not in his nature.

Meanwhile, Jiu Liangcai, the adopted son of Ba Liangjin, was also filled with grief and indignation.

Because his adoptive father and uncle had both died.

He had just gathered three or four hundred men and was preparing to kill Liang Zheng in Yau Tsim Mong to avenge himself.

Who would have thought they would encounter the Crown Prince halfway there? Both sides immediately became eager to fight, a classic case of enemies meeting with intense hatred.

"Chop off the one who led the way!"

"Damn it, Hung Hing people dare to come? Charge them!"

"Kick them to death!"

……

This night was more than just a brawl. Han Bin led a team of gunmen and found the addresses of the big shots on the list.

Just half an hour later, three or four more big bosses were shot dead.

On the streets, in bars, dance halls, and even on hotel televisions...

There are all sorts of ways to die.

"That bastard Liang Zheng is insane! He's causing gunfights everywhere in the streets and entertainment venues. Doesn't he fear we'll do the same to him?"

"I'll fuck his mother! Contact the gunmen in the walled city right now, I want an eye for an eye."

"Quick! Get your men and leave now. These bastards from Hung Hing have lost all humanity."

As news of each death reached them, the bigwigs on the list were terrified and cursed wildly, their souls nearly leaving their bodies.

He moved his entire family to a different address overnight.

They were really scared.

They didn't stop in Causeway Bay either; Scarface searched everywhere for traces of Yamaguchi-gumi members.

Once you find someone, leave no one alive.

These Japanese soldiers were really easy to find. They had all sorts of fancy tattoos on their bodies, necks, and the backs of their hands. Their faces were particularly grim, and you could tell from a distance whether they were from Hong Kong or something else.

Therefore, it's basically a sure thing every time.

If not...

He's such a scoundrel, he's obviously no good person. Isn't dying a way of ridding the people of a scourge?

Good people do good deeds.

During this period, the entire island was in chaos, with thousands of people fighting to varying degrees. Everywhere was a dark mass of people amidst the flashing swords, making it impossible to distinguish one person from another.

The phone lines at all the police stations on the island were practically ringing off the hook. Wong Bing Yiu was also called more than ten times in a row, so busy he wished he had two heads and eight ears.

However, when he heard the news that the Japanese consulate had collapsed, he suddenly slumped onto the sofa.

For some reason, his first thought was that it was that little bastard who did it.

Huang Bingyao stared blankly at the mobile phone in his hand, sitting alone in his office, feeling utterly bewildered.

If gangsters are fighting, fine, but why are you blowing up the clubhouse? Are you crazy?

Are you fucking crazy?!
Huang Bingyao's mind went blank, and his scalp tingled.

At that moment, he had only two words in his mind—it's all over.

(End of this chapter)