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

Chapter 200 "198" If you disagree, I'll beat you until you're childless and without descendants.
Ren Qingtian had been keeping an eye on the news from the Hung Hom Tunnel. When he learned that tens of thousands of people had been maimed and injured and had escaped, he was deeply moved.

I burst out laughing right then and there.

He turned around and pointed at the trash: "See, see what I told you."

"The King of Street Fighters is the King of Street Fighters! Do you think he's any different just because there are more of him?"

"If they really make a move, tens of thousands of people will be wiped out!"

"Holy crap! Is this really that outrageous?" Trash was also incredulous.

That's tens of thousands of people.

Even if there were tens of thousands of pigs, and he stood there and Liang Zheng chopped them all down, he couldn't possibly finish chopping them down in a day, right?
The key point is that only a few hours had passed since the fierce fighting in the Hung Hom Tunnel ended, and all those people were beaten to a pulp and fled in a rout.

They were all wailing and howling like ghosts.

How exactly did Liang Zheng manage to instill fear in so many soldiers?
Just hearing about it is terrifying.

"Trash, I should have gone gambling with you. Gambling a few hundred dollars and earning some money for a late-night snack wouldn't be bad." Ren Qingtian was in a great mood.

"But, boss, even if Liang Zheng wins, what does it have to do with us?" Laji couldn't help but ask.

"After all, we didn't help him; we just passed on a message."

"Just deliver a message," Ren Qingtian said with a smile, puffing on his cigar and pointing.

"Do you know that in this life, you don't need so many close friends?"
What people want is not a confidant, but a friend who can offer help in times of need; that's what makes someone a confidant.

Most of the gangsters on the island are involved in shady dealings for personal gain.

Now, some are dead, and others are injured...

"Now let me ask you this: we didn't send anyone to attack him, did we? We didn't bet on both sides, did we? And we certainly didn't kick him when he's down, did we?"

"Instead, we helped him when he seemed to be in 'misfortune,' and told him the truth... What do you think Liang Zheng's personality will make her do to our Hongxing Society in the future?" Ren Qingtian asked rhetorically.

"I don't know how it is, but we helped him, so he can't possibly harm us, right?" Trash thought for a moment and then said.

Ren Qingtian immediately burst into laughter: "That's right, that's right! Trash, the smartest thing you've ever said in your life is this sentence."

"What the hell?" Trash was completely confused.

Ren Qingtian smiled without saying a word.

As one of the local bigwigs on the island, he was doing very well here.

Even if things aren't booming, they're still well-organized and generate a considerable income.

Naturally, Liang Zheng didn't need any help.

But what Ren Qingtian wanted was for Liang Zheng not to cause him trouble in the future, and even if there were conflicts in the future, for both sides to be able to compromise.

That's enough.

As for more... don't bite off more than you can chew.

Don't believe me?
Just look at those idiots; they all think that by becoming R's dogs, they can rise to a higher level and have their glory enhanced.

As a result, most of them are now dead.

Isn't it all caused by greed?
A person who doesn't know when to stop is doomed to die!

What Ren Qingtian is doing now is trying to secure a way out for himself.

It has clearly been achieved.

No matter what, even if Hung Hing expands further in the future, Hung Hing Society will still have some influence in Leung Keng's eyes.

Just because I helped him.

"Send a generous gift over, plus a million in cash," Ren Qingtian instructed, turning around.

“I wish Ren Qingtian of Hongxing Society good luck and great success on this island.”

"Okay." The trash chicken thought for a moment and nodded.

Although he still didn't understand Ren Qingtian's purpose in doing this, he hadn't figured it out.

But just do it.

Because as it turns out, when everyone thought the beautiful kite could be dropped...

It was Liang Zheng, whom Ren Qingtian had bet on in the opposite direction.

And he won his bet.

……

Uncle Xing, the leader of Yixing, had eighteen stitches in his head and one hand was cut off. His face looked terrible, and his wounds were covered in wet blood.

There were also Li Aji from the Chaozhou gang, Hongxing Feilong, Tony from Fuyixing, and several other gang leaders around him.

Tens of thousands of people, hundreds of key members, dozens of deputies and a dozen leaders.

Only these few people are left now...

The leaders of the Hung Shing Gang, the Prince Gang, the Yee On Gang, the Fuk Sang Gang, the Lien Ying Society, and more than a dozen other gangs all died suddenly during this period.

Without exception, they were all made by Liang Zheng.

Several key figures in the number gang, along with three or four top-ranking members, were also taken down.

Almost none of them even had a complete corpse left.

The remaining people were genuinely frightened and kept smoking, filling the room with smoke and creating a very oppressive atmosphere.

No one spoke, and no one dared to go back.

Leaders like Uncle Xing only had their wounds stitched up at the hospital before coming over.

I don't even dare to go home.

They're fucking terrified of Liang Zheng.

It's either bladed vehicles or peanuts... How the hell can we not be afraid? How are we supposed to fight them?
"That bastard Liang Zheng is inhuman, he's absolutely insane! He beat over 100,000 people down to just tens of thousands, then beat those tens of thousands down to just 10,000, and even those 10,000 couldn't take him down, and they were almost all crippled."

"How can we play along with such a bastard and ruthless person?" Li Aji said through gritted teeth after smoking half a pack of cigarettes.

It wasn't hatred, but pain and fear.

The last time he saw his boss, Master Wen, he was lying on the ground, his intestines spilling out after being hacked open.

We don't even know if we're alive or dead.

Bang!
Feilong clutched his abdominal wound, his face filled with hatred: "That bastard Liangzheng is insane! She sent men to my doorstep and shot my father dead."

My brother is still seriously injured and in a coma. If something happens to him, I will never let Liangzheng off the hook.

Li Aji, don't think that admitting defeat will make Liang Zheng let you off the hook.

Your boss was seen pointing his finger at Liang Zheng and hurling insults at her in the restaurant earlier.

"Given Liang Zheng's vengeful nature, once your boss dies, you'll be next!" Fei Long said, biting his cigarette butt, clearly hating Liang Zheng to the core.

"You make it sound so nice, so why don't you go fight Liang Zheng now? I'll give you a gun if you want, I'll give you money if you want. My Chaozhou Gang has stood on Hong Kong Island for a century, what don't we have? I'll give you everything, do you dare to go?" Li Aji glanced at him sideways, revealing a ferocious expression.

Then he pointed to the crowd:

"In short, this matter has nothing to do with me. My boss is dead, and he deserved it because he was greedy enough!"

“If he’s not dead, I’ll go ransom him right now. You’ve wanted to be the Japanese’s dogs for decades, and you want to continue now? Then continue.”

"Anyway, I definitely won't play along to the end."

After saying that, Li Aji stood up, and his two trusted confidants, Aguo and Ayong, quickly helped him up.

Then they slowly moved out of the house.

"Damn it!" Tony shouted angrily, kicking over the chair that Li Aji had just been sitting on.

"My lord, Lord Lin, is now either alive or dead."

Some people have already run away, so what's the point of playing? They might as well all go home and wait to be beaten to death by Liang Zheng.

I'm going back to Mong Kok to be my loan shark again, and then we'll all slowly be boiled like frogs in lukewarm water. See you in the underworld!

Tony got up and left, his words a perfect blend of irony and sarcasm.

"My girlfriend Sophie was hacked to death. I heard she had more than twenty cuts on her face," the big boss said slowly.

"Anyway, I'm going to get my revenge."

Then he turned to look at Uncle Xing and the other members of the group and the gang leader:

"what about you?"

The room fell silent again.

Half an hour later, the remaining people at the hotel were still unable to reach any conclusion.

We chatted for a few minutes, and then everyone went their separate ways.

However, they now realized that they really couldn't afford to mess with Liang Zheng again unless they were absolutely certain.

Because that bastard is crazy.

Just when others thought he was crazy enough, his madness exceeded everyone's imagination.

For example, the methods used in the Hung Hom Tunnel are generally ordinary.

However, not long after leaving the hotel, Uncle Xing made a phone call and met with the big boss in a private room at a nightclub.

The big boss is the head of the New Star Society.

Since Sun Kee's downfall, he has been the biggest local bully in Wan Chai, second only to Tung Sing.

However, he was diagnosed with cancer and had other health problems, making it difficult for him to move around.

Therefore, he has not made much public appearances.

Now that Sophie's agent is dead, he's finally showing his face.

“Boss, you’re right, Liang Zheng definitely won’t let us off the hook,” Uncle Xing said slowly.

"We must strike first."

"Why didn't you say that at the hotel?" the big boss asked.

"With so many people around, how can you tell who really wants to fight and who's a traitor? If someone tipes us off, we'll be finished before we even get a chance to fight."

“It’s come to this point. Those who are going to kill will do so decisively. Those who are afraid will become opportunists… You should understand this principle.” Uncle Xing glanced at his empty right arm, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

The big boss nodded, holding his cane. "So, what do you want to do?"

"Let's throw money at it and bring in a team of top-notch foreign mercenaries. No gunfights, no knife fights, just use explosives to blow up the entire Tsim Sha Tsui East!" Uncle Hing said, revealing his boldest and craziest idea.

"Since we can't kill Liang Zheng or take over Tsim Sha Tsui East, then let Liang Zheng and Tsim Sha Tsui East be subjected to humane destruction together!"

"Uncle Xing, you're the craziest one!" The big boss's eyes showed shock.

To put it nicely, they are mercenaries; to put it bluntly, they are terrorists in the Middle East.

By bringing over this group of inhuman scum, it's clear that Uncle Xing didn't intend to live either.

They really wanted to die together, a fight to the death.

……

Almost simultaneously, Yiu-man led his men to infiltrate the land of Fuk Yee Hing Lam Kwong in Mong Kok.

They also swallowed up two streets belonging to the Jordan Fuk Sang Gang and Lang Qing.

Yaowen originally wanted to help Nanzheng.

But Nan Zheng's plan was truly thorough, blocking both ends and scattering tens of thousands of people.

This left Yaowen with absolutely no opportunity to use his skills.

That's why they decided to rob all the neighborhoods in the peninsula belonging to Fuk Yee Hing and Fuk Sang Gang.

After making the decision, as a token of gratitude, he gave Nan Zheng another ten million yuan in cash.

After all, without Liang Zheng, these lucrative areas wouldn't have been able to be taken over so quickly.

These neighborhoods don't conflict with Hung Hing, because they're all focused on getting into the main island and have no time to pay attention to the peninsula.

Therefore, sending money as a token of gratitude is the most appropriate and safest method.

Yaowen has always been a sensible person.

Meanwhile, the Red Dragon Society also led its men to sweep through the three streets of the Prince's territory.

The Crown Prince had already focused all his manpower on besieging the island's main branch, leaving only Piao Hu and about a hundred brothers in Tsim Sha Tsui.

How could they possibly stop the Red Dragon Society's thousands of soldiers?
Therefore, half of it was swallowed up at once, and it was only after Piaohu asked Hongfei for help that they were able to barely hold onto the remaining half.

When the Crown Prince received the news, he was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

Damn it, with so many people around, aren't you going to hit me?

Do you fucking think I, the God of War of Hung Hing, am dead?

The key is that he can't move right now because the situation on the main island still needs to be stabilized.

Especially today, with the entire Hung Hing army mobilized, everyone benefited without suffering any losses.

Only the crown prince's house was raided.

That made him even angrier.

He'd never been this humiliated in all those years.

Two hours after the Hengzi Red Dragon Society finished sweeping the area, the big boss had just given Uncle Xing the check for the mercenary recruitment funds when he was forcibly abducted from his home.

Three bodyguards were also killed during the incident.

In the car, Scarface looked at the flustered big boss and laughed, "You know whose man I am, right?"

"I know, Liang Zheng's people." The big boss understood immediately after a quick thought.

The only people who would dare to act so recklessly against me now are Liang Zheng's people.

After all, the big boss is the biggest in Wan Chai.

"Good to know, my boss. He needs you to come over now." Scarface smiled, trying not to reveal his cruelty. He then patted the big boss on the shoulder:

"I heard you're sick? We're in the Hung Hom Tunnel now, it should have been cleaned up by now, it won't scare you."

"However, only half an hour has passed. During that time, you still need to carefully think about your bank password, how much balance you have, and how much money you have hidden."

“If you had said you didn’t know or couldn’t remember in the past, I wouldn’t be as accommodating as I am now.”

……

Wo Luen Shing, Main Hall.

Unusually, Uncle Deng lit a cigarette and looked at Jimmy with a complicated expression.

Finally, he sighed:
"Jimmy, you win."

"What are you going to do next?"

Jimmy, equally expressionless, lit a cigarette but didn't speak first.

All of Wo Luen Shing's middle management were killed or maimed, directly leading to a generational gap in the company's growth. It is estimated that the company will stagnate for more than a decade and will be unable to develop.

In this situation, Uncle Deng and Liang Zheng had an irreconcilable feud.

How could I possibly partner with him?
However, Deng Bo still went to the funeral of Huo Baoming and took the initiative to support Liang Zheng.

The reason he did this was because Jimmy had asked him to go.

At first, Uncle Deng found it hard to understand, or even accept.

I thought Jimmy had already sided with outsiders and was collaborating with Liang Zheng.

Do you know now...?

Deng Bocai knew that Jimmy was right; Liang Zheng could defeat over 100,000 people single-handedly.

It was a resounding victory, in particular.

After this, it's unlikely anyone in Hong Kong will ever surpass him.

Even at their peak, Wo Luen Shing had to give way to Leung Kwong.

By actively supporting Liang Zheng and setting aside past grievances, Uncle Deng indirectly gave Wo Luen Shing a breather, preventing them from being the first to be attacked after Hung Hing consolidated its resources.

That's why Uncle Dun said Jimmy won.

He gave Wo Luen Shing a chance to survive.

Uncle Deng's life belonged to Wo Luen Shing, and he devoted his entire life to working for Wo Luen Shing.

Now that Jimmy has won the bet on Liang Zheng's victory, Uncle Deng will naturally thank him.

"Over a hundred thousand people couldn't even defeat one Liang Zheng? If you, Jimmy, hadn't spoken up, I wouldn't have believed it, and I would have even looked down on it..."

I'm really getting old now; I've misjudged people. I misjudged you, and I misjudged Liangzheng even more.

"Perhaps, only through the cooperation of the two of you, one with intellectual skills and the other with practical abilities, can the Wo Luen Shing truly endure in Hong Kong," Uncle Deng said with a complicated expression.

He hated Liang Zheng, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

That's all I could say.

If they really fought like those gangs on the mainland, the Wo Luen Shing triad would probably be wiped out and cease to exist in no time.

“Uncle Deng, I’m here to tell you this,” Jimmy said, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

"I've already reached an agreement with Liang Zheng to officially become a shareholder of Lian Sheng. He will be responsible for investing and becoming our major shareholder."

From then on, Wo Luen Shing was no longer a single name or a triad.

It's not some kind of organized crime group.

It is a legitimate investment company.

"What are the conditions?" Uncle Deng exhaled a cloud of smoke, then smiled with a hint of bitterness:

"With Liang Zheng's outrageous nature, it probably won't be that simple if he agrees to cooperate with you, right?"

“Transfer all the profitable neighborhoods to Liang Zheng in a reasonable way,” Jimmy said directly.

"At that time, we will have the right to operate the business, but not the right to manage it."

"This is the best condition I've been granted."

If what Jimmy said is true, then the top-tier status of Wo Shing Wo will be reduced to second or third tier.

Even something that's considered lowbrow or unorthodox.

After all, every business needs to be lucrative.

The higher the income, the stronger the organization will be, because more money attracts more talent.

But now Jimmy wants to transfer all these lucrative areas to Liang Zheng...

But in the end, Uncle Deng nodded.

Because he knew very well that even if he didn't give it to her this time, Liang Zheng would still come to snatch it back later.

Once the fighting starts, it might not be as simple as just cooperation.

They really went all out to wipe them out.

This is Deng Bo's compromise between unwillingness and surrender.

……

Nan Zheng sat inside the nightclub, with boxes of cash at her feet.

All of them were bright green US dollars.

Not much, less than 20 million.

However, if it's converted to Hong Kong dollars, it's much more, over a hundred million.

After resting and recuperating, Han Bin, Shisanmei, and the others arrived one after another. When they saw the boxes full of bright green US dollars, they were all dumbfounded.

Even Binney Tiger Hanbin's breathing quickened when he saw so many US dollars.

Damn it, they're taking US dollars to pay me?

They've really become developed!
"Damn, the dragon head, it's all for me?" Ekin immediately shouted.

"Dream on!" Nan Zheng glanced at him.
"Reward according to merit. I'll give whatever number is injured or killed. Give me the ledger."

“No problem!” Ekin said with a grin. He already knew he would get paid after the fight, so he was prepared in advance.

This has always been a tradition of Nanzheng.

Even if they weren't Liang Zheng's people, Yau Tsim Mong is such a small place that everyone has heard of them.

Ekin Cheng and Han Bin, the henchmen of these key figures, watched from behind, their eyes revealing undisguised shock.

This is even more outrageous than fighting tens of thousands of people.

After all, it was the first time they had ever seen gangsters handing out money in US dollars.

I've never heard of this before.

No wonder Liangzheng can expand so rapidly...tsk tsk, with so much money, they could kill someone by throwing money around.

After Yi Jian received the money, Han Bin, Shisanmei, and the others also happily picked up their deserved cash one after another. Nan Zheng then asked, "How's things going with the Lianying Society?"

“I’ve already wiped them all out! They’ve all run out of Kowloon City now, how difficult could it be?” Ekin said smugly, hugging his US dollar.

“Their stronghold is in the city; go in and loot it.”

“Although it’s not worth much, it’ll be a place for my brother to hide if he has to run away in the future. It’s a temporary refuge,” Nan Zheng said, and Yi Jian immediately nodded.

After inquiring about the situation, Thirteen Sister and Han Bin said that things were settled on Gloucester Road.

Almost all the people in Yi'an were wiped out.

Before long, the other leaders arrived one after another, and each of them couldn't take their eyes off the US dollars.

After all, the hard currency these days is the US dollar, which is more valuable than gold.

"Tsk tsk, several boxes of US dollars, how much money is that?" Brother Ji said, dumbfounded.

“More than one hundred million,” Nan Zheng said with a smug look on her face.

"Fight me? Even if they have that many people, they'd need that much money to throw at me!"

"If I can afford to spend over 100 million, I can certainly afford to spend over 200 million."

"But what about those scattered bastards on the main island... how much can they possibly offer?"

"Anyway, it's definitely not as much as yours. A little over a hundred million, that's enough to kill someone if you threw it!" Brother Ji said with a grin.

After everyone, including A Wu and Gao Jin, had received their money, Nan Zheng inquired about the situation.

It has been discovered that most of the groups that spearheaded the attack are now either scattered or embroiled in internal strife.

Those few arrogant leaders at the beginning have all died completely.

So all that's left to do is seize territory and expand.

"First, connect Gloucester Road, Lockhart Road, Cosway Road, Tin Hau, Oil Street, and Fortress Hill into a straight line and take them over."

The rest will be decided based on the situation.

Now that so many leaders of various factions have died on this island, it goes without saying that they will all fall into internal strife.

"By the time we've recovered and are ready to expand, they'll probably still be in shock. It won't be too late to expand then."

“No problem!” a group of people in charge said in unison.

Nan Zheng is merely an agent for the leading company; they also have to repay the money they distribute. Of course, this is deducted from the monthly fees they pay.

Therefore, we still need to ask about the number of injured.

On Nan Zheng's side, there weren't many casualties, just a handful of dead and over fifty injured.

After all, the despair was so intense that they even resorted to physical exorcism and using a blade car.

If a bunch of people die here, then Nan Zheng's henchmen have really wasted all that time practicing their boxing.

The other Hung Hing leaders, both big and small, also suffered many injuries during the encirclement and annexation process, numbering at least two hundred.

However, compared to the names of those on the mainland, they are like a small fry compared to a big fish.

Hundreds of them died, and this morning several truckloads were hauled away to completely clear them out.

Needless to say, those who were injured were in even worse condition.

After all, they're gangsters; they might hold back if they're not in a bloodthirsty frenzy.

In a bloodthirsty frenzy, they don't care if you're their father or grandfather; anyone on the opposing side will be slaughtered without hesitation.

All the leaders left with their full pay, leaving a third less in US dollars. Halfway there, the prince suddenly turned back, furious, and shouted, "Liang Zheng, I'm going to chop those bastards from the Red Dragon Society to pieces!"

“I understand. I’ll take care of it for you,” Nan Zheng said after thinking for a moment.

“But even if I fight back for you, you’ll still lose face.”

"It would be better to think of a solution that satisfies both sides."

"What do you mean?"

"It's very simple. Give me the remaining one and a half streets of territory. I previously seized five streets from Han Chen on Prince Road, and I'll give them to you as well."

In that case, you've already made half the profit.

Especially since that place is called Prince's Road! Who doesn't know that you, Gan Zitai, are the God of War, Prince?
"If you move over there, I reckon the people in Yau Tsim Mong will think that Prince Edward Road is named after your nickname, Prince Edward. Wouldn't that be much more impressive?" Nan Zheng said with a slight smile.

Prince Edward Road is the border between Sham Shui Po and Kowloon City, and there's a lot of money to be made there.

Most importantly, it can expand outwards.

After all, Nan Zheng has almost single-handedly eaten up everything in Tsim Sha Tsui and Tsim Sha Tsui East.

What can the crown prince do if he stays behind?
Nan Zheng originally intended to use someone else to kill him directly.

However, seeing that he worked quite hard last night, I temporarily gave up the idea.

"One and a half streets or five streets? Is there really such a good thing?" The prince immediately took action.

"I'm almost at a complete set! Plus, things are chaotic enough on Prince Road, and I don't have the manpower to go and collect the remaining suit. I can only send Genie Gao Jin running back and forth between the two places..."

Since you're in trouble right now, we can move over there while we're at it.

"Anyway, you're the Crown Prince of War. When the time comes, the Crown Prince of War will be in charge of the Crown Prince's territory, and you'll be invincible. Wouldn't that be much more prestigious than staying in Tsim Sha Tsui?" Nan Zheng said, shrugging.

It's all Yau Tsim Mong; five streets for one and a half. It would be a lie to say we won't take action.

However, the crown prince still hesitated.

After all, he cares more about his reputation and social standing than about making money.

"And what about the Red Dragon Society? How do you plan to deal with them?"

"Simple. Kill Lei Wei, then talk to the second-in-command of the Red Dragon Society. If you reach an agreement, it will naturally be a misunderstanding. If it's a misunderstanding, you won't lose face." Nan Zheng waved her hand.

"When the time comes, I'll trade one and a half streets of Prince Road with you, how about it?"

"It's a deal!" The Crown Prince immediately laughed heartily. He didn't like money, but he wouldn't complain about having too much. Naturally, he wouldn't refuse such a good deal.

The prince originally owned three streets, but the Red Dragon Society robbed him of one and a half, so naturally, that one and a half streets no longer belonged to him.

Even if it's his, he still has to win it back.

After thinking for a moment, the Crown Prince said again, "Now you, Liang Zheng, are powerful, but it's hard to guarantee that the second-in-command of the Red Dragon Society won't be a hothead."

"What if he disagrees?"

"Disagree?" Nan Zheng scoffed. "If he dares to disagree, I'll beat him until he's childless! It's that simple."

“In Yau Tsim Mong, it’s always been me, Liang Zheng, who disagrees with what others do; no one dares to disagree with me, Liang Zheng, doing anything…”

"I want him dead! He can't live without me."

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