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

Chapter 204 "202" You are even more ruthless than I imagined
The next morning, a light drizzle began to fall, making the already chilly Hong Kong Island even colder.

Many gangsters patrolled as usual, but today, on Saturday, an uninvited guest arrived at the Nightless City nightclub.

"Call your boss out," Zhang Wenyao said, lighting a cigarette.

Ah Wu glanced sideways at the bar: "You've got a strong dog-like aura about you, who are you?"

“We’re called the Royal Police, not the Dog Police.” Zhang Wenyao slowly placed the certificate on the table and smiled gently.
"Speak to me after you've seen this."

"A security chief?" Ah Wu walked up and took a look, his pupils immediately contracting.

One of the largest police departments on Hong Kong Island, it holds a high position and is directly affiliated with the Westerners.

Damn it, how can someone like this come to the boss's door?

"Wait." After thinking for a while, A-Wu finally decided to make a call to ask about the situation.

After all, he wouldn't even bother with an inspector like Li Ying.

But this one is different.

If something goes wrong, it might not be able to get Liang Zheng, but it will definitely get him.

(PS: The Security Section was formerly the Political Department. Due to plot overlap, it was slightly modified. Since this isn't a police drama, there's no need to dwell on these details.)
The call connected in no time. A-Wu glanced at Zhang Wenyao, who was drinking, and walked a few steps away. "Hey, boss, are you having an affair?"

"What are you saying? What are you saying? You have a wife, so I can have sex with you?" Nan Zheng, still half asleep, thought A Wu was going to reward her, but when she realized what he meant, she immediately cursed.

"No, a police superintendent from the security department is looking for you. His name is Zhang Wenyao... Usually, a high-ranking official like him should be enjoying the air conditioning in his office. I don't know why he's here at a nightclub."

Has something really happened to you? If so, I'd better grab the money and run.

"After all, judging from his expression, it seemed like he had you completely under his thumb," A-Wu said.

"Go to hell with running! Just wait, I'm coming over right now and skinning you alive," Nan Zheng cursed.

Then he hung up the phone.

The distance between home and the nightclub is only ten minutes, and Nan Zheng arrived in five minutes. As soon as she entered the door, she slapped him across the room.

Then he kicked Ah Wu again and cursed, "What the hell did you just say?"

“I said he’s looking for you!” A-Wu pointed at Zhang Wenyao and grinned.

That bastard Liang Zheng really doesn't hold back when she hits people.

"Who the hell wants to hit me first thing in the morning? Don't gangsters get any sleep?" Nan Zheng turned her head.

"I'm not trying to hit you, I'm just looking for you."

"I'm not deaf!" A-Wu suddenly reminded her from behind, and Nan Zheng turned around and slapped him again.

This is someone deliberately saying the wrong thing to find a reason to hit him.

Want to run away?
I'll break all your legs.

"Close the door." Nan Zheng waved her hand, and A Wu reluctantly went over.

There weren't many people in the nightclub during the day, but these cops, acting so furtively, must have felt insecure.

Nan Zheng didn't mind giving him a little something.

Wearing a gray suit, with a face full of moles... Nan Zheng didn't even need to know his name to know who he was.

Zhang Wenyao, a corrupt cop in "Men's True Colors".

Nan Zheng never expected that she would attract Tian Yangsheng and his people, and that Zhang Wenyao would also attract her.

Is this the butterfly effect?
“Inspector Cheung, instead of going golfing in Fanling on Sunday, you’re here drinking with me?” Nan Zheng pulled up a chair and sat down opposite him.

He then crossed his legs and lit a cigarette.

"Oh, I didn't expect that the famous Tsim Sha Tsui Tai Sui would actually know who I am?" Zhang Wenyao took a sip of wine and looked up with interest.

"I thought that a big celebrity like you would not know much about the outside world."

"Of course I know who you are. After all, there are only a few superintendents in the security department. I can tell just by looking at them..." Nan Zheng pointed to the certificates of merit hanging on the wall and laughed heartily.
"After all, I'm a well-known good citizen and one of the top ten youths!"

“Liang Zheng, you’re really something. Not to mention gangsters, even the chief superintendents in the police force, which one of them isn’t afraid of me? You’re not afraid of me at all?” Zhang Wenyao said with a smile.

"Why should I be afraid? I've done nothing wrong, and everyone in Tsim Sha Tsui calls me the Great Philanthropist Nan!" Nan Zheng said lazily.

"Even the Governor of Hong Kong has to say hello to me before he can leave!"

Zhang Wenyao immediately burst into laughter.

"Liangzheng, you are even more interesting and shameless than I imagined."

"How can you say such shameless things so openly?"

"It's simple, I learned it from you guys," Nan Zheng said with a laugh, not holding back at all.

Zhang Wenyao's expression froze.

"Alright, Inspector Zhang, let's not beat around the bush. You didn't come here today just to spout this nonsense, did you?"
If that's the case, then you can leave now.

"After all, I stayed up all night last night and didn't even have time to masturbate." Nan Zheng yawned and said with a smile.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Wenyao said, "Liangzheng, I've always kept an eye on you, and I've helped you out in a lot of things."

I admire you.

Because you're daring, resourceful, and understand the concept of shared prosperity. You believe that sharing what you've gained through fighting and plundering is worse than keeping it all to yourself…

How about we go big?

"What do you want to do?" Nan Zheng asked lazily, though she understood what Zhang Wenyao meant.

The second half is praise, the first half is threat.

To resolve a matter peacefully, one must first understand it.

Since it's a draw, there's still something to hold against them.

He has connections and leverage...tsk tsk, this guy is a master of language.

It's obvious he's studied a lot of political and political tactics.

Of course, if it were any other gangster, they definitely wouldn't have been able to tell the difference.

Nan Zheng, with her high level of cultural refinement, is an exception.

"It's very simple. Every Saturday, the Bank of America on the island conducts a cash transport operation. The armored trucks travel from Gloucester Road directly to the Hung Hom Tunnel, passing through Yau Tsim Mong, before arriving at the branch warehouse for inspection..."

I suspect there are some contraband items inside, but I have no evidence and can't take action.

"So I'd like you to help me solve this." Zhang Wenyao said with a smile, clearly understanding that Nan Zheng could grasp his underlying meaning.

That would be much easier to handle.

"How much are those contraband items worth?"

"One hundred million."

"Tsk tsk, Inspector Zhang, you've got some nerve! I'm not as bold as you."

"You want me to rob a bank, for a hundred million? And in US dollars?" Nan Zheng's eyes were wide open.

"Are you a superintendent from the Security Bureau or the Exclusion Bureau? Inspector Cheung, you're even more ruthless than I imagined."

"Don't say that. I just felt that some items could endanger the security of Hong Kong Island, so I wanted to check them out..." Zhang Wenyao said slowly without batting an eye.

Nan Zheng felt that this person was shameless to an almost invincible degree.

To describe robbery as maintaining security on Hong Kong Island, is that something a human being could come up with?
I admire you, I really admire you.

"Don't worry, I'll provide you with guarantees. I'll ensure you get everything you need without any problems... Don't forget what department I work for."

If I happened to be passing by, I might accidentally end up at the scene of a robbery.

As long as I show my credentials, I can instantly command all the police officers on site.

"Think about it." Zhang Wenyao took back his certificate and then placed a slip of paper on the table.

Then left.

Nan Zheng glanced at it; it was a string of numbers.

It should be a phone number.

……

“Young man, don’t be so outspoken in the future. You never know whether the person sitting in front of you drinking is a beggar or the Governor of Hong Kong.” Ah Wu opened the door, and before leaving, Zhang Wenyao patted him on the shoulder and laughed.

Then they got into the car and left.

There was absolutely no attempt to cover it up.

After all, this "Emperor of Tsim Sha Tsui" has recently caused quite a stir in Hong Kong.

It's perfectly reasonable that the security department was alerted and came to give them a warning.

Ah Wu was terrified.

After all, this was the first time he had ever met a cop of this caliber.

It's fine for gangsters to kill him, but it would be truly pathetic if he were tortured by the government.

There's no way to clear my son's name!
"Boss, what do you need that bastard for? Do you want me to take care of him for you?" A-Wu thought about it over and over again, and he still felt that Zhang Wenyao had threatened him just now.

He hardened his heart and decided to kill them.

"If you're interested, you don't need to pay extra this time; I'll take care of it for you."

"You can take the blame."

"When have I ever not taken the blame?" Nan Zheng looked at A Wu as if he were an idiot.

"But I'm curious... where did you get the guts and change your personality so drastically, that you can actually kill people without even needing to pay up?"

“I want my son to take the civil service exam, so I’ll transfer his household registration tomorrow,” A-Wu said without hesitation.

Nan Zheng looked at him strangely.

I had no idea what this bastard was thinking.

“If I do it, I won’t have to do it anymore. I don’t have any deep-seated hatred for him.”

"But what he said earlier..." Nan Zheng pondered for a moment. He didn't lack that hundred million US dollars at all, so there was no need for him to be so stupid as to rob it.

But if I could get my hands on a hundred million US dollars, and then scam Zhang Wenyao to make him my henchman, then I'd be interested.

After all, if I have leverage over someone, I'm invincible.

However, we need to think about how to proceed first.

What Zhang Wenyao just said was quite insightful. Even if Nan Zheng had a recording, she couldn't do anything to him.

That guy's a cunning old fox.

Nan Zheng thought about it and decided to put the matter aside for now. Anyway, there was still more than a week to go, so there was no rush.

When will Masahito Tachibana make his move?

"The day after tomorrow," A-Wu said, "He Tu has found a few more gangs in the New Territories, the mainland, and the peninsula, as well as an overseas Red Stick, bringing the total to nine Red Sticks. We're preparing to establish a martial arts champion."

"Is the boss interested in joining in the fun?"

"A little bit."

The incident involving Masahito Tachibana has caused quite a stir, attracting the attention of many people.

This can be seen as indirectly diverting half of the conflict from the things Nan Zheng has been causing recently.

There have been many top scholars in the civil service examinations, but this is the first time someone has become a top scholar in the military examinations.

Hetu, in particular, put in a lot of effort to create momentum for this event.

Many people in Southeast Asia have also taken notice.

Nan Zheng wasn't there just to watch the show; she was certain that Yuan Qingnan, that good-for-nothing, would be there.

"This afternoon, I made an appointment with the newly appointed Chief Superintendent of Police in Wan Chai, Peter, for tea."

"If anything happens here, call us immediately," Nan Zheng said calmly.

“Okay.” Ah Wu nodded. He knew that Hung Hing had been expanding recently, so there were many things that the leader had to handle.

This extremely lecherous pervert hasn't been chasing girls lately, which shows how busy he is.

Ah Wu saw it all...

Nan Zheng yawned and returned to her office, then began to ponder.

He originally thought that after Robinson's downfall, Wong Bing-yiu would take over.

Then someone will easily whitewash your actions behind your back.

I didn't expect Pete to show up.

Nan Zheng also remembered this Pete; he was the bespectacled foreigner in Fight Back to School 2 who made "Number 167, Zhou Xingxing from the Ministry of Transportation" take the blame.

In the original storyline, he was in the security department, but now he's been transferred to the Wan Chai district.

But it's not all bad. After all, this guy openly made Stephen Chow take the blame; how could he not be a greedy and lustful person?

A detailed and flexible approach is essential for effective utilization.

Judy Tang is an unconditional supporter of me; she gave me ten million yesterday. Liu Yaozu arrived last night, and the rest are Chen Jianan and Tang Yuli.

Both of these guys invest everywhere, so it will take them a lot of time.

But it doesn’t matter.

There's no rush to pay today.

After taking a nap and having a quick meal, Nan Zheng went to a private room at a restaurant in Wan Chai and met Pete.

"Officer Pete, hello there." Nan Zheng greeted him warmly with open arms as soon as she entered. "Good citizen, Liang Zheng, I've heard of you." Pete smiled, stood up, and shook hands.

"I heard your latest gangster movie has already grossed seven million at the box office? Congratulations!"

“Congratulations! I earn money, and it’s all for paying taxes to Hong Kong!” Nan Zheng laughed heartily.

"Besides this type of film, does Mr. Nan have any other ideas?"

"Of course! For example, the police cracking down on drug lords, or the police bravely taking down ruthless criminals... I can film these whenever I want."

Nan Zheng pointed, and Pete immediately smiled, his smile growing wider and wider.

He discovered that Nan Zheng was a smart person and knew what she was saying.

As long as he makes a police-themed movie, it will be considered one of Pitt's achievements.

The higher the box office, the higher the political achievements, and naturally, the more stable the position becomes day by day.

Especially after hearing that Leung Kwong is going to set up a HK$50 million subsidy fund, which will be placed in the Wan Chai District Crime Squad... He is the Chief Superintendent of the Wan Chai District Police.

Isn't that also a performance indicator?
If you can get both done, you'll have all the political achievements, accomplishments, and credit you deserve.

Pitt will probably have to take a rocket now.

As long as all of these things are handled properly, then what do all the things Liang Zheng did on the island matter?
Pete didn't see any gangsters fighting each other; he only saw law-abiding citizens bravely resisting lawlessness.

These are all historical blemishes left behind by the former Chief Superintendent of Police of Wan Chai.

With such a comparison, doesn't that make Pitt seem like a god even more?
This world isn't just about Chinese people cheating each other; there are plenty of cases of foreigners cheating on other foreigners too.

Since they're all dead, can't we at least pull them out and make use of them?

Nan Zheng also mentioned a similar situation, and then said, "Officer Pete, you must be aware that there's been a wave of unemployment in Hong Kong recently, and many people are facing job insecurity. I plan to prioritize addressing the needs of various occupational groups. I'll start by recruiting 10,000 to 20,000 employees for my property management company."

Subsequently, they continued to expand by 200 to 500 snack shops in various regions.

It is estimated that, including various delivery personnel, there will be at least seven or eight thousand people.

Officer Pete will have to take good care of him then.

Don't worry, Wan Chai is my priority. Also, I donate ten million to the police force every year.

"Mr. Nan, is this what you often call 'planting flags to expand and profiting from sidelines'?" Pete said with a smile, taking a sip of tea.

"Wow, Officer Pete, you know so much about this!"

"Then I'll just say it straight from the start!" Nan Zheng laughed loudly, then pulled out a five million check from her pocket and slammed it on the table.

"Give it to you."

“There are no security cameras, and it’s just me, so I definitely can’t refuse.” Pete looked at the check on the table, his mouth agape, soon grinning like a toad.

In the end, I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Nan Zheng felt that thinking foreigners were only after money was the height of her imagination.

But they underestimated Pete.

That bastard is even more greedy; he even said he wanted to invest.

But that's good... If he weren't greedy, how would he work for himself?
The advantage of foreigners is quite obvious: they do things for money.

Nan Zheng is very relieved about this.

Just keep an eye on this good-for-nothing's retirement date and make sure he doesn't run away.

Before leaving, Pete saw Nan Zheng off and couldn't resist giving him another $200,000.

Damn, this foreigner is so worldly-wise, he'd feel bad if he didn't give him money.

Especially since the other party is a chief superintendent.

……

On the other side, Heng Kee's main branch was holding a meeting, and everyone was quite happy to learn that Heng Yiu Man had seized three or four streets.

But when they heard that Liang Zheng would be given another ten million, many people's expressions changed.

"What? This beautiful zither has such a big appetite?"

"Exactly! They've already given ten million, and they want another ten million? Aren't they afraid of being choked to death?"

"Yaowen, you didn't agree, did you?" several uncles asked in a flurry.

Min-ge smoked his cigarette without saying a word.

However, these old guys are all the leader's direct subordinates, so their words are equivalent to Brother Min's words.

Yaowen, biting a toothpick, said calmly, "If they don't give it to me, what other way is there?"

"If you don't give it to me, I'm afraid I won't even be able to get out of the door."

"Damn it, you should at least have called, right? You agreed without a word. So, is this dragon head yours or Brother Min's?" one of the uncles immediately complained, shifting the blame.

Another uncle chimed in, "That's right, Yaowen. Even if you don't respect us old folks, you should at least know that the dragon head will be removed, right? After all, the dragon head has given you such a great achievement."

"These young people nowadays are increasingly disregarding us old folks," one of the elders on the other side said sarcastically.

Yaowen bit his toothpick and remained silent, as if he had known all along that they would settle scores later and find all sorts of reasons to turn the tables on him.

Ah Ting, who had only recently joined Heng Kee, couldn't hold back any longer. He stood up and complained, "Those streets were all carved out by my boss, one slice at a time. If you think it's cheap, why didn't you go and pick them up in the first place? When you're old and have no more work, you should retire. Be careful not to get hacked to death!"

"Ah Ting," Yao Wen said, and Ah Ting reluctantly shut his mouth, sitting down with a displeased look on his face.

However, the three old men immediately exploded.

"Dragon Head, look! Look! The little ones below are about to rebel!"

“I told you that young people these days are increasingly disrespectful of us! You’re just a lowly 49er, not even a Red Pole, yet you dare to be so disrespectful to your elders? This dragon head is for your boss Yaowen to sit with you.”

"Yaowen, you need to discipline your underlings properly. They're so lawless, who knows when they might chop you up too."

These old men were just waiting for Yaowen or his people to make a mistake, and now that they've run into the line of fire, they immediately started using their verbal skills.

Ah Ting was right. They're not good at killing people, but they're very good at messing with their own people.

Min-ge's face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Fuck your mother!" Ah Ting, already hot-blooded from his youth, and having witnessed Liang Zheng's ruthlessness, couldn't possibly tolerate such sarcastic remarks. He stood up again, kicked over the chair in front of him, and roared at them:
"You think you can just chop me up like that? Fine, then I'll fucking chop you up right now!"

"Tomorrow I'll switch allegiance to Liang Zheng and the first thing I'll do is kill your whole family, you son of a bitch!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

Those old guys immediately shut up, and Min looked at A-Ting with disbelief.

Even Ailian, who hadn't said a word until now, was surprised, and then she laughed.

This kid's got guts.

They weren't afraid of Ah Ting's bravado or his threats.

What they fear is Liang Zheng.

Liang Zheng is insane. If A Ting really switched sides to his side, Liang Zheng would really let A Ting chop up their whole family like vegetables.

After all, a boss has his underlings.

"Alright, Yaowen has put in a lot of effort, even if he didn't do anything special. Stop being so confrontational. We'll give him the ten million." Min Ge also felt that the situation was getting out of control, so he immediately tried to smooth things over.

However, the uncles were still cursing and swearing, looking like they were not satisfied.

Actually, I was terrified.

They were genuinely afraid that Ah Ting would switch sides to Liang Zheng and then turn around and chop them up.

They were just using this as an excuse to try and erase Yaowen's achievements.

The art of checks and balances has long been mastered.

They may not have this reason, but they will have that reason.

"Yaowen, your men have more guts than you," Ailian said with a smile.

"I'll say it again," Yaowen said slowly.
“If any of you think that ten million is not worth giving, then go and talk to Liang Zheng yourself.”

“If anyone reaches an agreement, the ten million can be waived… I, Heng Yaowen, will give him another ten million as a gift for his travel expenses.”

"I've been out in the business for so many years, I still have this much money."

"I have something to do, so I'll be going now, Grandpa." Yaowen smiled at Min Ge, then got up and left.

Ah Ting, along with his two brothers Ah Xiang and Ah Dong, left grumbling and cursing.

Nowadays, apart from the deceased Huo Baoming, the most powerful person in Heng Kee is not Yaowen, but A Ting.

Yaowen pushed all the resources onto him.

The meeting adjourned shortly afterward, and Min-ge left with a somewhat gloomy expression.

Ailian felt that those uncles might genuinely be unwilling to pay Liangzheng, and might even cause some trouble later.

After thinking it over for a moment, she decided to go see Nan Zheng first.

Since the incident at Mingling Hall, Ailian hasn't seen Nanzheng for a long time.

A feeling of loneliness suddenly welled up inside me.

Just thinking about the scene on the coffin that night made her legs go weak.

……

It was evening, inside an apartment building.

Xiao Li walked to room 204 on the second floor, knocked on the door, and after a moment a woman in a kimono opened it a crack.

However, Xiao Li crashed right into it.

Yuki Tokugawa was startled and was about to scream when her mouth was covered.

Then a gun was pressed against her head, and three men rushed in through the door to search each room.

“I know you speak Cantonese. If you make any noise, I’ll kill you right now!” Xiao Li said coldly, his black gun already cocked.

Tokugawa Yuki nodded in alarm before slowly releasing his grip.

Where is Yuan Qingnan?

"He... he hasn't been back for a long time..."

Are you still on Hong Kong Island?

"Yes, it should be there."

Hearing Tokugawa Yuki's panicked words, Xiao Li quickly took advantage of the darkness to bring the man into the car, leaving two people behind to close the door and lure him into a trap.

Before long, Xiao Li returned to Tsim Sha Tsui and took the person to see Nan Zheng.

"Has no one noticed?" Scarface glanced at Tokugawa Yuki. She was indeed beautiful, but ultimately she was Japanese, and her target audience was different.

"No, it was all through a backdoor," Xiao Li said directly.

Scarface then looked at Nan Zheng, who had been staring at the panicked Tokugawa Yuki on the sofa. After a moment, she spoke in Japanese: "How does it feel to be given away as a gift?"

"You understand Japanese?" Both Tokugawa Yuki and Scarface looked shocked.

After all, how can it not be surprising that a gangster knows a foreign language?

I've heard that Nan Zheng is also fluent in various mainstream Southeast Asian languages.

“I had no choice,” Tokugawa Yuki said slowly after a moment of silence.

"I'll let you choose now."

Tokugawa Yuki remained silent.

"Tell me where Yuan Qingnan is, and I can help you this once."

Tokugawa Yuki remained silent.

"There's no need to be so virtuous... Hara Aonan's goal this time is to kill Tachibana Masahito."

"He's impersonating a Southeast Asian gangster to enter the arena and kill Tachibana Masahito!" Tokugawa Yuki's pupils contracted, and he blurted out without thinking.

Nan Zheng couldn't help but clap and laugh: "The husband wants to kill his enemy, but the wife falls in love with the enemy. Tsk tsk, what a melodramatic plot."

The thing is, I've encountered this not just once or twice, but countless times!
"Miss Yuki, isn't that strange?"

Nan Zheng was well aware that Tokugawa Yuki married Hara Aono not because of love, but because of a political alliance, a powerful alliance between Tokugawa and the Yamaguchi-gumi.

This is why Hara Aono was able to become the future successor of the Yamaguchi-gumi.

Without powerful backing, relying solely on brute force, he would be nothing more than a slave in the Yamada-gumi, let alone the Yamaguchi-gumi.

To put it bluntly, someone without connections will always be a nobody.

Gates' children are born to be Gates, while farmers' children are born to be scapegoats... This is true all over the world.

Tokugawa Yuki's expression was complicated. She hadn't expected that Nanko would know that she liked Tachibana Masahito. Those words just now were almost blurted out.

Knowing that Tachibana Masahito was in danger, he didn't even think about it.

It's easy to imagine how important Tachibana Masahito was to Tokugawa Yuki.

"How do you want to help me?" Tokugawa Yuki hesitated for a moment before asking. She seemed to understand what Nan Zheng was going to do—to deal with Hara Aonan.

"Miss Yuki, I wonder what it would be like if a melodramatic drama were to clash with another melodramatic drama?" Nan Zheng suddenly became interested and asked with a smile:

"Would you help your husband kill the person you love, or help the person you love kill your husband?"

"I'm giving you two choices now... right, you only have these two choices."

(End of this chapter)