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

Chapter 207 "205" Okay, I'll give you an explanation.
“Yaowen, you’ve got guts now. You can even take our money and give it to outsiders.” At the entrance of Hengji Hall, an uncle looked at Yaowen with a smile.

"Ten million! If we divide it up, each of us will have to pay one or two million."

"If Yaowen has any rebellious intentions, it would be great if he could give us a million or two as a token of his respect."

“Hey, Yaowen is a big shot now, do you think he’d even look at us? He’s got power over us, if he wants it, he can have it.” Another uncle said, feigning helplessness, his words dripping with sarcasm.

The last elder bluntly stated, "Yaowen now wants to be the leader. We old guys are all show and no substance, so all we can do is give Yaowen a little tea money."

"Wow, you're all so sarcastic and two-faced. If you're really not happy about it, then don't give it to me." Ah Ting counted the money on the table and then stuffed it into a sack one stack at a time.

Looking at them, he sneered again:
"If you're not satisfied, I'll say it again: go find Liang Zheng in Tsim Sha Tsui, why are you wasting your breath here?"

"I'm old, not dead! You little bastard, I've been putting up with you for far too long!" The first uncle pointed at Ah Ting's nose and cursed.

"I'm afraid of Liang Zheng, not you! Who do you really think you are? Are you a dog?"

"That's right, we're the ones who paid for it. Can't we even complain a little? Why don't you pay for it? If you pay, we'll agree wholeheartedly. Whatever you say goes!" The second uncle slammed his fist on the table and shouted angrily.

The remaining elder's gaze was sharp and filled with hatred. "Ah Ting, do you no longer respect us or the leader? When did it become your place to speak like that?"

"Always calling yourself the 'leader,' always calling yourself 'you guys'... If you guys were really that awesome, it would be someone else giving you money, not the other way around," Ah Ting sneered.

"If you don't have the ability, what are you pretending for?"

The group of uncles immediately erupted in anger, all cursing Ah Ting for having no sense of morality or rules.

Ah Ting still looked disdainful.

He was a college graduate, so he didn't really care much about rules and ethics.
The more educated a person is, the more disdainful they are of these so-called rules and family order...

Others may not know, but for Ah Ting, that's definitely how it is.

“Uncles, to be honest, your nonsense here is really useless.” At this moment, Yaowen couldn’t help but light up a cigarette and speak.

He pointed with a disdainful expression:
"Why don't you go out and see for yourself? Whose world is this now?"

Did you think it was like back then?
Times have changed, sir.

A third of Yau Tsim Mong is now controlled by a guy known as the "King of Gangsters"...

"If you're so capable, then fight your way out and become the kings of gangsters yourselves. Otherwise, what's the point of complaining here?"

"And another thing, Boss, this money was originally supposed to be paid by the main branch, but you made everyone split it... I have no problem with splitting it, but what's the point of having your horse whining all day long! If you're not happy, go find Liang Zheng." Yaowen then turned to Min Ge and said, this time not giving him any face at all.

To put it bluntly, he had long known that these people offered money but were unwilling to continue giving it.

Not daring to offend Liang Zheng, he took his anger out on himself.

This is also a form of suppression.

As long as Yaowen is completely crushed, no matter how experienced or powerful he is, he will not be able to shake the positions of these uncles.

This is the root.

As for splitting the costs... well, that's obviously what Min-ge thought too, wanting to shift the blame elsewhere.

Uncle Deng's approach to balance is far inferior to Min's, but his level of control is much higher.

To put it bluntly, he's a wolf in sheep's clothing, a cunning old man.

"Yaowen, everyone's just venting, they'll forget about it tomorrow, don't take it so seriously." Min-ge, unfazed by being exposed, waved his hand and said:
"Alright, now that we have enough money, let's give it to Liangzheng."

However, the group of uncles were still cursing and swearing, and Ah Ting was so angry that he almost exploded.

Those old geezers deserve to die!
"No need to call me, I'm here." Just then, an arrogant young man swaggered in with several burly men.

The big man still had a few of Hengji's underlings.

His face was bruised and swollen; it looked like he had been attacked.

"Liang Zheng?" Upon seeing the real person, everyone was filled with surprise and trembled.

"It's me! How about that? Surprised? Excited?"

"Who just said they didn't want to give me the money? Now you can continue, I'm listening." Nan Zheng smiled and lit a cigarette.

He's been smoking more and more frequently lately.

There's no other way; there are too many people to deal with, and even seeing blood requires some calming effect.

Otherwise, my heart can't take it.

The sight of the young man's smile made everyone's hair stand on end, as if the smile of a devil was on his lips.

The entire hall fell silent instantly, so quiet that even breathing felt suffocating.

The atmosphere suddenly became oppressive.

People who gossip behind others' backs are already doomed, but now that she's come in person, who dares to say a word? Everyone knows who Liang Zheng is.

He's never really died;
"Why aren't you saying anything? Hmm? Are you all happy to see me?" Nan Zheng patted her uncle's shoulder next to her, and with a forceful movement, the sound of cracking bones echoed incessantly.

The old man lay on the ground screaming in agony.

Everyone who saw it felt a chill run down their spine.

"Oh dear, how could you be so careless? How could you fall down while sitting?" Nan Zheng tilted her head, snapped her fingers, and immediately pulled the person up with her big foot, then forcefully pressed her back into the chair.

The uncle was sweating profusely, his breath coming in gasps of pain, but he forced a smile and said, "Liang, Liangzheng, it's all a misunderstanding..."

boom!
He kicked him hard in the chest, sending him and his chair flying like cannonballs, crashing to the ground five or six meters away.

As soon as he stopped, he pointed at his uncle and cursed, "You son of a bitch, how dare you call me Liang Zheng?"

"Call me Brother Zheng!"

This immediately caused an uproar among Hengji's employees.

Min Ge's face turned extremely ugly. He tried his best to suppress the ferocity in his eyes, took deep breaths, and quickly adjusted his emotions.

Damn it, someone dares to hit me in front of the head of the family.

That's incredibly disrespectful!
"Liangzheng, don't be so..." Just as the white-haired uncle was about to start scolding, Nanzheng rushed over, grabbed his hair, and slammed it down.

boom!
Fresh blood exploded.

Half of Ailian's face was splattered with blood, but her eyes revealed excitement.

She was certain she was laughing.

boom!
With another slam, Nan Zheng grabbed the white-haired old man's head, his bloodied forehead raised, and patted his face contemptuously, saying, "What did you say I didn't want? Huh? Speak."

"Liangzheng, I'm going to grab it..."

boom!
Another headshot.

"Tell me, what did I do wrong?"

"I……"

boom!
"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you not giving me face?"

Bang bang bang bang!
"Speak up! Speak up! Why won't you speak? Speak louder, I can't hear you!"

After being struck more than a dozen times, the elder was already a bloody mess and on the verge of death.

Even with his head covered in blood, you could still see the fear and terror in his eyes.

"Look, everyone saw it. He was the one who didn't say anything, but he didn't say I didn't give him a chance," Nan Zheng said, turning her head and pointing with a smile.

Then his gaze suddenly turned cold:
"Since you're not going to say it, then don't say it again."

Ka—

Scarface suddenly rushed over, grabbed the old man's head, and snapped his neck.

Then, with all his might, he twisted it again.

It spun around in an instant.

Then the back of his head slammed against the table, bouncing a few times like a ball.

Everyone watching felt like their scalps were about to explode, their faces filled with shock.

That's insane! That bastard is absolutely insane!

Scarface had been following Nan Zheng for so long that he was obviously very familiar with his behavior. He lazily walked to the table, pointed with his finger, and circled around it: "My boss is telling you to speak now. If you don't, you're disrespecting him."

"Answer me! Will you give me this face now or not?"

I'll hit you whether you talk to me or not... Damn it, what do you want?

Otherwise, you'll have to transfer the ownership to Hengji.

Everyone was sweating profusely, and Ah Ting was completely terrified.

I was truly shocked by this ruthless scene; it had a tremendous impact.

He now finally understood why Leung Kwong was able to suppress so many powerful figures in Hong Kong who had remained in power for decades.

With such ruthless methods, who wouldn't be afraid?

"Liangzheng, this is Hengji's branch here, can you please not go this far?" Min Ge said through gritted teeth, both shocked and angry.

"Is it excessive? I don't think so," Nan Zheng exhaled a cloud of smoke and turned to stare at him.

Min felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being stared at by a fierce tiger, and even his breathing seemed to become suffocating.

"Ghost Head Min, I only asked for ten million, I didn't mean to kill you, did I? It's been days and you still haven't brought it... Are you really tired of living?"

“Our Heng Kee doesn’t have your financial resources, so raising the money will take time,” Min Ge said, taking a deep breath and trying to remain calm.

"After all, you know that we have only been expanding for a short time, and a shortage of funds is inevitable."

"So you know about expansion, huh? Without me, you'd still be stuck here, growing old and dying!"

"I'm asking you for some money now, and you're just whining like this? Huh?"

"No matter what, you treated two of my uncles in the gang today, you have to give me an explanation." Brother Min gritted his teeth and said angrily, he really couldn't stand it anymore. This was the main gang, he was the leader, if he didn't give an explanation, he wouldn't be able to stay in the gang anymore.

He couldn't answer what Liang Zheng said.

We can only avoid it.

"You want me to give you an explanation?" Nan Zheng laughed, as if she had seen something amusing.

“That’s right, you…”

"Then I'll give you this explanation!" Nan Zheng braced herself against the table with one hand, stepped over, and kicked Min Ge, chair and all, away.

He was instantly sent flying seven or eight meters away, crashing into the wall, and then spitting blood as he fell to the ground.

With a snap of his fingers, Big Foot immediately picked up the half-dead Min-ge.

"This is an office building, the eighteenth floor... I've looked at it, the environment is nice."

"Didn't you want me to give you an explanation? Well, here you go!" Nan Zheng pointed, then waved her hand, and everyone went up to the rooftop.

The magic lamp immediately appeared in a large group with more than a dozen gunmen, who all pressed their guns against their heads.

Ailian was the calmest. After raising her hands, she slowly stood up and was the first to go out with her buttocks sticking out.

Next came Yaowen, A-Ting...

If there's one, then there are two, then three, and then it's all the Heng Kee people.

Once you're dead, you definitely can't leave.

However, Scarface and his men still dragged him up like a dead dog.

As soon as they stepped outside, everyone at Hengji felt a chill run down their spines; fear exploded in their eyes.

Because there are thousands of henchmen outside, they have somehow taken control of all the gangsters at Heng Kee.

There were also hundreds of gunmen of varying sizes.

"Hiss..." Everyone couldn't help but gasp.

No wonder, no wonder Liangzheng didn't make a sound when she came in.

How could someone like that be talented?!
After arriving on the rooftop, Nan Zheng stood on the wall looking at the thousands of thugs on the street, then pointed at Brother Min with a smile: "Tell me, you trapeze artist, I'll treat you to a good time."

"Everyone who's played this game says it's great; it's been around for decades and has zero negative reviews!"

"Liangzheng, Liangzheng, let's talk this out... I'm willing to give you all my money, all of it!" Min said, his soul nearly leaving his body. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain to say these words, almost scared the shit out of him.

"Give it all to me? If I kill you, your money will still be mine, won't it?" Nan Zheng said with a sneer.

"You've been keeping a mistress on the side; your son must be eighteen years old by now, right?"

"If you die of old age, he'll inherit your estate... Guess if I can get my hands on your hundred million or so?"

Min looked utterly hopeless.

He never expected that Liang Zheng would even know this; it was truly terrifying to the core.

"Liangzheng, give me another chance, I... Ah!" Nanzheng waved her hand lightly and threw the person down with her big foot. Then, a heart-wrenching scream came from below, growing louder as it went.

Then, with a loud bang, followed by a series of crackling and popping sounds, the spray continued.

"Mmm, what a beautiful sound! It's as if the whole world has become peaceful." Nan Zheng squinted her eyes and looked up, a look of enjoyment on her face.

Then he waved again.

The remaining two were also thrown down.

Even if it dies, just throw it away.

"With a flick of his sleeve, he doesn't take away a single cloud... Hmm, Chow Yun-fat really wasn't lying to me, he really can't take anything with him!" Nan Zheng didn't even glance down before turning around and jumping down.

Then they saw that the remaining people from Hengji were so frightened that snot was running down their faces and they were trembling all over.

Too brutal.

What's the difference between this bastard and that bearded demon king?
"Who needs an explanation from me now?" Nan Zheng asked, lighting another cigarette.

“No explanation needed! Whatever Mr. Nan says goes!” one of the uncles immediately said. He looked calm, but his legs were actually trembling and his right leg was soaked.

I was so scared I peed my pants.

And he was the last of the sarcastic Nan Zheng to still be alive.

"Really? Do you really mean whatever I say?" Nan Zheng suddenly twitched the corner of her mouth, leaving her uncle completely bewildered.

"Really, really!"

"Okay, if you say it's true, then it's true. Now I'm going to make Ailian and Hengzi Yaowen the leaders."

Who's in favor of having two leaders? Who's against it?

I, Liangzheng, am the most democratic! If everyone says no, then I'll give everyone a new explanation and hold a new election, how about that?

"No need, no need. This suggestion is excellent and correct."

“That’s right. I’ve always thought Yaowen was smart since he was a child. He’s definitely capable of being a leader.”

“That’s right. Ailian is used to hardship. She has the qualifications and the ability. She is very suitable to be the one.”

Upon hearing Liang Zheng say that she wanted to give another explanation, Heng Ji's uncles were terrified and all began to chime in with their agreement.

It passed unanimously!

This is the effect of democracy!

"Hmm, I like this attitude... You all need to keep it up in the future, and don't let me down." Nan Zheng tapped the heads of Hengji's uncles, and then nodded in satisfaction.

If they keep chattering away, I'll send them all to play trapeze games.

Guaranteed zero negative reviews.

It's a once-in-a-century event in Hong Kong to let outsiders choose the initials of characters for their own people.

However, at this moment they were all very happy and overjoyed, and very grateful to Nan Zheng.

You can tell at a glance that he is a kind-hearted and good person.

……

Soon the dust settled, and the genie led the people away like a tide.

Now that Zhang Wenyao needs someone's help and Pete's side also has their eye on him, it's fair to say that the entire peninsula is his territory. Holding a gun but not using it is no big deal at all.

It's not like you can just fire indiscriminately in broad daylight.

Taking down Min-ge and annexing Heng Kee is something that can be done easily tonight.

After all, I've fought against hundreds of thousands of people, why would I be afraid of a second-rate enemy?
Crushing you is as easy as crushing an ant.

He had wanted to do this for a long time.

"These old guys shouldn't talk nonsense anymore," Ailian said with a smile as she got into the car, hung up her cell phone which had been constantly plugged in.

“They can say whatever they want, but I’ve already said I’m the most democratic person,” Nan Zheng said, laughing and joking as she put her arm around Ai Lian’s waist.

He originally intended to help Ailian up.

But upon closer reflection, she's just a woman after all; she'd definitely suffer from acclimatization issues if she went up there.

It's better to have two restaurants.

"You've reached an agreement with Yaowen. What conditions did he agree to for you?" Ailian asked again.

"There are no conditions whatsoever," Nan Zheng said dismissively.

"As long as I say it, it doesn't matter who takes the lead."

"If he doesn't know what's good for him, then get rid of him and replace him with a new one."

“That makes sense.” Ailian nodded. She understood that Nan Zheng had asked Yaowen to support her, but even without being reminded, Yaowen probably already guessed what her relationship with Nan Zheng was.

He's a smart person.

"Ah Zheng, you're ruthless and domineering enough. I like you just the way you are..."

"Since you like it, let's not delay!" Nan Zheng pushed Ai Lian down and tugged off a high heel with a giggle.

He then reached out and touched it.

He didn't believe that feelings could develop over time.

Now I believe it.

……

Meanwhile, Zhang Chun sneaked up onto a warehouse, pried open a tile, and saw several men in black playing cards in the dimly lit hall inside. He then threw a grenade down.

This is the outlying island area, which is vast and mountainous, like a deserted island, let alone hand grenades.

Even if a tank drove by, hardly anyone would notice.

Immediately following was a loud bang, and screams of agony erupted from the warehouse.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Chen Yiyuan quickly led seven or eight gunmen inside and fired a barrage of shots at the people inside.

With almost no obstacles, the people inside were already mostly done up.

The grenade that Zhang Chun threw landed right on the table.

Four people were hoeing the earth, while three others watched.

He hit a home run right away.

(End of this chapter)