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

Chapter 235 "233" Charges into Tin Shui Wai
"Zhang sir, don't you think too highly of yourself? Coming to my territory to threaten me? Don't you want to leave here alive?" Nan Zheng said with a smile.

Zhang Wenyao felt a chill run down his spine.

"Is the superintendent the highest-ranking officer on Hong Kong Island now? All you ever say is 'use me as leverage'? You're fucking tired of living!"

Nan Zheng's eyes flashed with malice as she turned hostile.

Why are you just going to keep arguing with me?
I'll kill you right now!
Flop!

Are you pretending to be your mother?
"Mr. Nan, I was just joking, it's not that serious, is it?" Zhang Wenyao sensed that Nan Zheng was not joking, his tone changed, and he forced a smile.

"Oh, is it really a joke?" Nan Zheng leaned back on the sofa, raising her eyebrows.

He suddenly laughed and said, "I was just kidding, Inspector Zhang."

"After all, you're the big shot, and I'm just a nobody. What you say doesn't matter, does it?"

"Oh dear, I've been masturbating too much lately, I don't even know what I'm saying anymore, I'm just talking nonsense and daydreaming, daydreaming, daydreaming," Nan Zheng said, patting her head again.

Zhang Wenyao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

There's no reason not to take the opportunity given a way out.

Just now, Liang Zheng's eyes were like those of a bloodthirsty tiger, and Zhang Wenyao really didn't think she was joking.

He really wanted to kill himself.

"By the way, Inspector Zhang, what did you say about cooperation just now? Tell me about it," Nan Zheng said casually, as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Wenyao now understood what it meant.

One hundred million US dollars, everyone is interested.

If you want to talk, then talk properly; if you don't want to talk, then leave.

But if you try to use tricks, don't blame me for being ruthless...

Having grasped the general outline of Nan Zheng's bottom line, Zhang Wenyao finally understood its approximate nature. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "That one hundred million US dollars will pass through the Hung Hom Tunnel on Saturday..."

"Officer Zhang, it was another hundred million US dollars last time, and another hundred million US dollars this time?"

"Are Americans that rich? They can ship truckloads of US dollars every day?" Nan Zheng interrupted.

“You’re unaware of this,” Zhang Wenyao said, feeling that he had finally entered his territory. “You’ve already said it, this is an American bank, not a Hong Kong government bank.”

"Different conversion rates mean different funding ratios and different target audiences..."

Therefore, only when a certain amount is reached will Bank of America send armored trucks to transport a fixed amount of US dollars to the warehouse. This applies to both inflows and outflows.

“So every Saturday, barring any unforeseen circumstances, there will be a batch of US dollars coming out of the warehouse, or coming out of the warehouse… This is their old routine,” Zhang Wenyao added.

Nan Zheng pondered for a moment, "Does Citibank in Hong Kong have this rule?"

It seems there weren't any in later generations, right?
Are those the fixed NPCs in Hong Kong variety shows?

Spending this much money every Saturday... isn't that just asking people to rob us?

That makes sense. If it weren't for the political department keeping them informed, who would have known that the armored trucks could transport so many US dollars every week?
Even if someone knew, they wouldn't dare to steal it.

This makes sense.

Nan Zheng felt that whether it was the rules or NPCs, as long as there was money to be made, she might as well take it.

"What do you want to do?" Nan Zheng asked again. Long Zhiqiang had made several hundred million yuan before but hadn't spent it all, so it was estimated that he wouldn't get a turn this time, and they would have to find someone else.

"It's the same as before," Zhang Wenyao said casually.

"You're in charge of maintaining public order and checking the armored truck for any dangerous items. I'm in charge of evacuating the crowd and maintaining social distancing..."

The underlying meaning of this statement is that one person is responsible for taking the initiative, and the other is responsible for cleaning up the mess.

Nan Zheng's lips twitched a few times. This bastard really knows how to speak without leaving any room for error.

No wonder he's a police superintendent from the Special Branch.

In reality, Zhang Wenyao had no choice but to cooperate.

After all, they had already said what they wanted to say.

He also felt that he had leverage over Liang Zheng and should be able to control her.

In hindsight, that idea should have been abandoned long ago.

Otherwise, if the other party really discovers this intention, it will probably lead to a fight to the death.

Only now does Zhang Wenyao understand why Liang Zheng was able to thrive and succeed in Hong Kong Island in her early twenties.

Because no matter where, when, or in what position he is... he can always maintain the same attitude of playing with you until your whole family dies.

That bastard isn't afraid of death at all.

"I'll discuss this with someone and then give you an answer," Nan Zheng said, glancing at the time.
"It's Wednesday now, there are still three days, no rush."

“Okay.” Zhang Wenyao nodded.

"Don't worry, Inspector Cheung, everyone here is a good person who contributes to Hong Kong. I definitely won't let you down," Nan Zheng said with a smile, but in her heart she was wondering whether she should just take care of him.

Or it could simply be a matter of finding a weakness to exploit.

This guy is so greedy, but he could actually make good use of the money if you threw him some at him.

Isn't that how they flop in the story too?

After Zhang Wenyao left, Nan Zheng made a phone call to Abu and asked him to come over.

"Boss, what's up?" A moment later, Abu came over with his hands in his pockets.

"Why are you so happy? Did your girlfriend come to the peninsula?" Nan Zheng asked, glancing sideways.

"You don't know?" Abu asked, somewhat surprised.

"I called Pete before, but I don't know the specifics," Nan Zheng said indifferently.

"That foreigner is really efficient," Abu laughed.

Du Xiaohe arrived yesterday, just two hours after Nan Zheng made the phone call.

Therefore, it seems that Pitt's efficiency is indeed exceptionally good.

There are hardly any procedures required.

After all, she's a dockkeeper in the outlying islands area; who knows what kind of achievements she's had?
It's not like the Chief Superintendent can just say whatever he wants.

"Since you're here, that's good." Nan Zheng didn't seem to care much about it and continued:

"I need you to do something for me now."

"Kill whom?" Abu was smart enough to immediately figure out the problem, and his eyes sharpened.

“Old man with white hair, Marshal of the Second Route of the Eastern Star Army.” Nan Zheng was too lazy to waste any more words.

"This afternoon, I estimate he'll get the 30 million he gave us... Go scout the place tonight and take care of him."

"The people of Dongxing are in a state of panic right now. The other side will probably be on guard. Be careful."

"He's just an old man, don't worry," Abu said dismissively.

He was still thinking that after winning her over, he would come back and take Du Xiaohe out for a late-night snack.

……

In fact, it didn't even take until the afternoon. In less than two hours, Tung Sing sent someone to deliver the money, a full 30 million in cash.

Nan Zheng glanced at it and laughed, "I didn't expect it to be so fast."

"Boss, you make tens of millions just by talking, I'm really envious of you," Yu Wenhui said enviously from the side, her eyes sparkling.

She had never met anyone who could earn tens of millions in just a few days.

Nan Zheng was the first.

I reckon he's the only one on Hong Kong Island.

“If you want, just say the word and I can give you tens of millions!” Nan Zheng laughed loudly.

"You really gave me..." Yu Wenhui started to say, but suddenly realized something and her face turned red.

"Boss, you're a jerk! I've never seen anyone tease their employees like that."

"Haven't I flirted with you enough?" Nan Zheng laughed, grabbing a handful of cash and stuffing it into her collar.

It filled up in no time.

"Serve me well today, and I'll reward you!" Nan Zheng was in a great mood. She got up and took Yu Wenhui directly into the dark room.

Yu Wenhui was also secretly delighted.

Fortunately, hers wasn't big enough, so she could pocket tens of thousands more Hong Kong dollars.

There are at least 100,000 to 200,000 of them, big and small.

This is more than an average person could earn in a year.

Nan Zheng originally intended to squeeze every last drop out of Bai Tou Weng's wallet before finally winning him over.

But after thinking about it carefully, I decided against it.

This guy is one of those seasoned veterans; keeping him around could lead to all sorts of trouble.

Let's send them away.

Anyway, even if he leaves, his assets won't leave.

The old man himself started out with the help of Dongxing, so it's highly likely that his assets will also be under Dongxing's name.

Of course, this refers to post-mortem relocation.

Therefore, Nan Zheng has nothing to worry about.

If not... then just send the person and the money into the coffin together.

I'm happy, and nothing can buy my happiness.

Two hours later, Nan Zheng leaned against the headboard, looking refreshed and smoking, and said leisurely, "Want me to take you out for a walk?"

"Where to?" Yu Wenhui asked, her face flushed. She hugged Nan Zheng around the waist and leaned forward slightly.

"I just went out for a walk. I'm so bored in the office all day long!" Nan Zheng complained.

In reality, he just wanted to go out and explore.

After all, a bed is just for sleeping.

Once you've slept through it, it's useless.

Yu Wenhui thought about it and realized that she was indeed quite bored during this period, so she might as well go shopping, since she wouldn't have to pay for it herself.

She agreed without hesitation. A few minutes later, Nan Zheng put on a suit and swaggered out the door, while Yu Wenhui followed behind with a limp and her head down.

Her face was flushed with shyness, and her eyes darted around nervously.

They seemed afraid of being discovered.

Nan Zheng got into the car, turned around and saw Yu Wenhui's appearance, and found it quite amusing.

Playing CZ should be really fun.

"Boss, where to?" Tian Yangsheng asked without turning his head.

"Let's go to the department store and see what new brands and clothes they have," Nan Zheng said.

"The kind of woman women like!"

“Great! It’s perfect timing, Arn has grown up, it’s time for her to get some new clothes. Boss, you’re so generous!” Tian Yangsheng laughed.

"I said I'd buy it for my girlfriend, who the hell said I'd buy it for your sister?" Nan Zheng cursed.

However, he heard the key words.

Big?
Where is it bigger?

Tian Yangsheng smiled without saying a word.

He knew Nan Zheng would definitely pay the bill. After all, the boss had ripped off the entire mall, and the underlings were just standing by and watching. How could he, as the boss, possibly save face?
Nan Zheng is a person who cares a lot about her image.

Tian Yangsheng is very clear about this.

However, while the car was still heading to the department store in Tsim Sha Tsui, we saw several people suddenly tumbling and crawling out of a gold shop across the street in Kowloon, carrying a large pile of gold in their hands.

Several plainclothes officers with guns rushed out of the door.

It looked like a robbery, but the police got wind of it and set it up beforehand.

They were almost completely wiped out.

Otherwise, how could he be in such a sorry state?

Nan Zheng glanced at it and recognized it. The one leading it seemed to be... Da Dong?
"Boss, it's that guy again." Tian Yangsheng also noticed that side.

"Damn it! This bastard is causing trouble in Yau Tsim Mong every day? Doesn't he respect me at all?" Nan Zheng said with a displeased expression.

Although Kowloon is a waterfront area.

But it also affects the appearance of the city!
After all, who doesn't know that the coolest guy in Yau Tsim Mong is Hung Hing's Leung Keng?
If people find out that there are robberies here every few days, wouldn't they suspect us?

I fucking hate being blamed for this kind of thing!
"Tian Yangsheng, send someone down to keep an eye on them. If they aren't caught by the police, invite them over," Nan Zheng said after thinking for a moment.

"If you get arrested, just pretend I didn't say anything."

It just so happens that I need someone to help me with Zhang Wenyao's matter.

Da Dong and his group of layabouts are also big shots, isn't this perfect?
If they're unwilling, Huang Bingyao's side will need someone to take the blame.

That was quite a coincidence.

Everything was used.

"No problem." Tian Yangsheng nodded, then stopped the car and let Tian Yangyi and Tian Yangzhi get out. They would follow them first.

We'll see how it goes later.

……

That night, in Aberdeen, Shark En led over a hundred men into Golden Tiger's nightclub and started smashing and destroying it without saying a word.

After slashing three or four more, Shark En directly drove back a group of Tung Sing henchmen. Standing on the table, he brandished his knife and shouted, "Tung Sing is finished! If you dare to utter another word, I'll kill you all without mercy!"

"Brothers, sweep both streets of Sandman completely, leave no one alive."

"Get the Tung Sing guys out of Aberdeen tonight!" Brother Kei shouted from the side, holding a baseball bat.

Hundreds of people immediately surged forward in a dark mass.

Within minutes, the Sandman's men were kicked out of the nightclub.

They were beaten and slashed for two blocks before finally stopping.

Without Golden Tiger as their leader, Red Stick was killed on the spot by Shark En, and the rest of the group fell apart like a pile of loose sand.

If you can't fight, you can only run.

At the same time, Luo Tianhong led more than 300 henchmen from Gloucester Road to Lockhart Road, where seven or eight buses crashed into the Tung Sing group.

Only after scattering the enemy's hundreds of men did they allow the knife-wielders to dismount and engage in a fierce battle.

The match was equally intense.

In Causeway Bay, Chan Ho-nam sat on the railing drinking cola, while Chicken, Greyhound, and others brazenly pulled down Situ Ho-nam's flags everywhere.

Overnight, all members of Hung Hing were mobilized, shouting and killing everywhere.

Without exception, the target was always Dongxing.

After their defeat at Paotaishan, they are now like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

The leaders of Hung Hing are only in it for making money and for the sake of power.

Naturally, they wouldn't let this opportunity slip by.

Thirteen Sister and Ekin Cheng, along with their gang, wreaked havoc at Ma Wang's establishment on Portland Street and vandalized the store of Fat Fook.

Smash everything that they can't get rid of, so they can't do business even if they don't leave.

If you can drive them away, then chop them up but don't smash their shops.

I want both prestige and money.

Besides the fact that many lucrative areas were taken over by Hung Hing leaders, many Tung Sing businesses in the East and South districts were also taken over by local tyrants who brought their men in.

The saying "strike while the iron is hot" has been proven true time and again in the martial arts world.

This is also why many top-tier films, no matter how powerful, dare not easily start production.

It's not just because of the high cost.

You also have to watch out for the local bullies, lest they stab you in the back...

After all, not everyone is Liang Zheng, with a large family and a business, yet fearless and audacious.

Life and death are bearish, if you don't agree, just do it.

If every gang leader were like him, they wouldn't be gangsters, they'd be outlaws.

Without that kind of courage, one naturally wouldn't have the ability to quickly amass wealth and rise to become a giant in the industry.

If it weren't for Hung Hing today, these local gangsters who have planted their flags would probably remain sunset gangs for life.

In just one hour, over a thousand people were killed or injured in Dongxing, and the number of casualties in various regions continues to rise.

After all, the boss is dead, but the business and the venue are still alive.

Among them were also ambitious henchmen who wanted to seize some businesses and become their own bosses.

However, it was destined to be in vain.

If the boss dies in a short period of time, the henchmen who want to become the boss will not be able to establish their authority. Without a leader, no matter how many there are, they will be a disorganized mess.

They crumbled almost instantly.

……

Meanwhile, in a bar in the New Territories, Shi Shi was embracing a man with a golden haircut in a private room, indulging in a life of luxury with several henchmen, their faces flushed from drinking.

He's having a wonderful time right now.

He became a local tyrant in the New Territories.

Since helping Liang Zheng take down Fei Quan, Shi Shi has become the head of the new Hong Le gang, and has been making a fortune every day with the two streets under his control.

When Shi Shi got drunk, he would often say how good his relationship with Liang Zheng was, like that of brothers. As a result, almost no one in the area dared to cause him any trouble.

After all, who doesn't know that the most powerful person in Hong Kong right now is Liang Zheng?
Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the eventuality.

If Shi Shi really is sworn brothers with Nan Zheng, offending him would mean offending Liang Zheng, and no one would be willing or dare to take that risk...

However, at that moment, with a "bang," the door to the private room was kicked open, and three or four people rushed in.

"Who the hell are you? Don't you know that I, Stone Cement, am sworn brothers with Liang Zheng?" Stone Cement's underling cursed without even thinking.

Then he pointed to the door and shouted, "Get out!"

Shi Shi looked at Yao Wen and the others with a mocking expression.

But the next moment, his expression changed drastically.

"Brothers? I'll make you a target!" Yaowen sneered, pulled out a machete from his waist, and chopped down the thug who was talking.

Ah Ting and his men immediately began hacking at Shi Shi's other henchmen.

The stone wine was so frightened that it sobered up, and then he flew into a rage.

"Who the hell are you? You don't even know my good brother Liang Zheng... um..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yaowen stabbed the other man in the neck with his knife.

Shi Shi clutched his bleeding throat, his face filled with terror.

He never dreamed that after he gave his name, the other party would still dare to attack him.

So concrete is just a brainless thing.

Here, besides Liang Zheng herself, who would dare to offend her?

"Let's go." After chasing away the few golden-haired lion kings, Yaowen saw that Shi Shi and the others were lying motionless on the ground, and he quickly left as well.

It only took a minute.

Outside, the drinking party was still in full swing, and many guests hadn't even realized what was happening.

After leaving the bar, Yaowen quickly got into his car and drove away. He then had someone spread the word that Bai Touweng had deliberately destroyed the concrete to get revenge on Nan Zheng.

After all, Shi Shi himself has been saying all the time that he is Liang Zheng's good brother.

Now that my good brother is dead, it must have been done by my enemy.

Who would suspect that a good brother killed another good brother?

Therefore, after simply having someone spread the message, Yaowen immediately said, "Call Ailian right away and have her send over five hundred people."

"Tonight, let's storm Tin Shui Wai!"

(End of this chapter)