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

Chapter 236 "234" International Gang? This is Hong Kong!

Meanwhile, in Tin Shui Wai, inside a nightclub, the old man's face darkened when he received news that Hung Hing had extensively planted Tung Sing's flags on the island's outposts.

Even though he already knew Liang Zheng would do this, he was still unhappy.

After all, the money was given not long ago, and now they're attacking without any regard for face.

Even if Tung Sing recovers in the future, they won't be able to survive in Hong Kong.

I'm so embarrassed!

"Uncle Ben, what do we do now? Are we just going to sit here and wait to die?" Da Dong asked.

"What else can we do?" the old man sighed.

"Lei Yaoyang is dead, Kele is dead, and now Dongxing is completely empty except for you... Do you think there are many others who can fight?"

"What can we do besides letting Hung Hing do whatever they want and let Liang Zheng be insatiable?" The old man felt only a deep sense of powerlessness at this moment.

He had absolutely no intention of fighting Liang Zheng.

"This time, Hung Hing is coming on strong, acting swiftly and decisively, taking advantage of our weakness to kill us..." Worry flashed in Da Dong's eyes:
"If they really go berserk and slaughter us all in Yuen Long, then we're truly finished."

"Don't worry, he won't." Hearing this, the old man with white hair became even more confident.

"why?"

"It's very simple. Liang Zheng is a person who cares about his reputation. In addition, this time, I gave him 30 million. He will make an exception for her, right?"

Besides, he's already agreed; is he going to go back on his word? What will people think of him then? Will they still want to do business with him and make money in the future?

Furthermore, regarding this peace talks… I've already spread the news throughout Hong Kong Island since I handed over the money. I estimate that by now, quite a few people already know that we've reached an agreement with Liang Zheng.” The old man with white hair revealed his trump card again.

To put it simply, it's about having two options.

Since we can't beat Liang Zheng, we'll use a war of public opinion and a war of morality.

Although it's pretty useless.

But if the other party really doesn't care about anything, it's okay to make them disgusting.

Da Dong nodded thoughtfully.

"Now we can only wait for news from the Netherlands. We can't get out, so we can only let them in." The old man thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said:

“Our Dongxing has a strong foundation! If Shui Ling and the others really come, I believe they will definitely be able to challenge Liang Zheng.”

“That’s true.” Da Dong nodded. Dutch East Star is one of the biggest local powers in the Netherlands and is well-known throughout Europe.

Compared to this, Hung Hing is indeed much inferior.

But the most important thing is to live to see that time.

Before the old man could say anything, one of his henchmen came running in, scrambling and stumbling. The old man turned around and said irritably, "Why are you in such a panic? Has someone in your family died?"

"No, Uncle Ben! Something's happened!" the henchman said quickly.

"News has come in that our men have become targets of Liang Zheng's brother Shi Shi... Hung Hing has already sent men to attack us, tonight!"

"What?" The old man with white hair was taken aback.

Even Da Dong was stunned.

At its peak, Tung Sing had tens of thousands of fighters, but since the Crows and their high-ranking members were defeated and scattered, half of them have already left.

The remaining 5,000-plus soldiers, unable to be commanded by anyone, became local tyrants, even engaging in infighting and fighting for leadership.

It can be said that Dongxing is now a disorganized mess, but with its solid foundation and strong resources, it can still command two or three thousand people.

The key issue is that most of these people are on the main island!
In the New Territories, only Tin Shui Wai remains, with less than 800 people. Most of the land in Yuen Long is controlled by local villagers... The only two remaining high-ranking officials from Bai Tou Weng and Tai Tung are still here, so who will lead people to work on the concrete?
Without a commander, who would dare?

He was just hurt by Liang Zheng, and now he's going to mess with Liang Zheng's target brother?

Isn't that just plain brain-dead?
Even a fool wouldn't do that!
Therefore, in an instant, Bai Tou Weng and Da Dong understood—someone was framing them.

"Uncle Ben, Brother Da Dong, it's true! Absolutely true. I heard that Hung Hing has already sent people over..."

"Kick them to death!"

Before the younger man could finish speaking, a sudden screech of tires screeching to a halt came from outside, followed by shouts and the crackling sounds of a fierce firefight.

The old man's scalp tingled. He didn't even need to look to know that it must be Hung Hing's men attacking.

Things happened too fast, and the opponents came too fast; they didn't have time to figure it out.

The old man with white hair didn't have time to think much and immediately ordered, "Da Dong, gather all the remaining brothers here right now and hold off those Hung Hing men for me."

In addition, we must get the ringleaders in line and make it clear that this concrete business is not something we're doing; there must be some misunderstanding!

If they don't listen, then kill him!

“This is still Yuen Long, still our Tung Sing headquarters. We have the advantage,” the old man said through gritted teeth. Da Dong quickly agreed and, along with a few trusted confidants, immediately made phone calls and called for reinforcements as he left.

The old man with white hair had already turned around and called his three or four bodyguards to leave through the back door.

They ran away at breakneck speed.

He had figured it out by now; someone had indeed framed him.

But it certainly wasn't a frame-up by outsiders.

—It's a beautiful zither!

The beautiful zither doesn't carry sugar, the old man with white hair knows it, but the concrete does.

As a sworn brother, and the weaker party, how could he dare to do that?

Therefore, it can be concluded that Shi Shi was deliberately indulged by Liang Zheng, waiting for this moment so that he could be used as a scapegoat to shift the blame!
After figuring all this out, the old man with white hair felt a chill run down his spine.

That bastard Liang Zheng is too ruthless.

Anyone can be used to set up a scheme; he's nothing like a gangster.

Even gangsters aren't as ruthless as him!

……

"Chop them up!" Yaowen led more than 500 henchmen into the Dongxing crowd and charged straight at them.

With the three brothers Ah Ting guarding Yao Wen on either side, they cut down three or four of them in the fight.

Tung Sing only gathered a little over two hundred people, and they were caught off guard and killed in a short time. Now, there is still a steady stream of henchmen pouring in.

When Da Dong saw that it was someone from Heng Ji, his face immediately darkened.

He quickly shouted, "Yaowen, this has nothing to do with you!"

"Mr. Nan's affairs are our affairs." Yaowen sneered as he felled one of them.
"You disagree? Go ask him."

"This is all a misunderstanding. Stop now and call Nan..."

"Beat his mother! Go!" Yaowen interrupted Da Dong directly, not giving him a chance to explain, and led his men straight into the air.

His eyes were still scanning his surroundings.

It seemed as if they were looking for someone.

Tonight he's only here to plant the flag and fight; he has no intention of negotiating at all.

Of course, Nan Zheng wouldn't give her that chance.

Meanwhile, the old man with white hair had already run out of the back door of the nightclub, quickly walked to an MPV on the street, opened the door and got in.

However, several whooshing sounds suddenly came from beside him, followed by two bodyguards falling silently to the ground, and then a muffled groan.

The old man with white hair looked over in a daze, one foot still on the car door.

Then I saw two bodyguards fall down with bloody holes in their backs and gunshot wounds in their necks...

The old man's scalp tingled instantly!
Before he could react, the last bodyguard in a panic also collapsed.

The bullet hit him right in the heart.

He didn't even manage to scream.

"Uncle Ben, where do you want to go?" A laugh came from the alley next door, and a sinister figure slowly walked out, waving a silenced gun.

"It's you?" The old man's pupils contracted.

Although he didn't know Abu, he knew that Abu was someone close to Liang Zheng.

He is usually responsible for driving; he is a driver.

Unexpectedly, this driver was also a very good shot.

The old man with white hair looked very unwell.

"Uncle Ben, where are you going? Why didn't you say anything?" Abu asked, then looked around as if waiting for something.

"Don't kill me!" the old man cried out urgently.
"Friend, if you help me get out of here, or spare my life, I'll give you a... bang!"

The old man with white hair was immediately taken aback.

He collapsed stiffly into a pool of blood.

Abu chuckled evilly, fired several more shots at the old man with white hair, and then turned and left.

He was just checking to see if there were any gunmen hiding nearby.

If we have them, we can solve them all at once.

Without it... that old man with white hair would be dead.

Almost simultaneously, Da Dong was no match for Heng Zi Yaowen, and his two or three hundred henchmen were scattered. Da Dong was injured and fled in a sorry state with a few trusted men.

Heng Kee immediately began to establish a presence in Tin Shui Wai.

Within minutes, Ah Ting hurriedly made a phone call. When Heng Zi Yaowen arrived, he saw the old man with white hair dead on the side of the road.

The body was already cold.

Upon seeing this, he immediately understood everything.

“Never mind that, our mission is to take Tin Shui Wai tonight!” Yaowen said as he turned around.

“If you can’t even do this much, then none of you should ever work here again.”

"They might as well just collect cow dung here."

……

Meanwhile, in the high seas.

Inside a ship, a dozen burly men stood scattered on the deck, while a woman with long blue hair, smoking a cigarette, gazed at the endless night in the distance.

"Big sister, the boat has disappeared." A woman in a white shirt walked over and said. Her name was Ninth Sister.

"The boats disappear between Hong Kong Island and the waters off the coast of Macau. There are constant patrols by the water police there. Our people are not clean, so we can't go there."

"Then let's turn back and go home," Shui Ling said calmly, exhaling a cloud of mist.

They came here to investigate a smuggling ship.

In essence, the biggest business of Dutch East Star is also dealing in black gold.

The pie here is only so big; we can't just let anyone into the game.

Therefore, as soon as it was discovered that someone was trying to get a share of the profits, the Dongxing headquarters immediately dispatched Shui Ling and her team to track them down.

However, they eventually lost track of them.

Clearly, the other party was also well-prepared and familiar with the route.

Ninth Sister nodded, then said, "Eldest Sister, I heard there's been trouble in Hong Kong too. Shall we go check it out on the way?"

“We’re not prepared, the ship can’t dock,” Shui Ling said without thinking.

"Go back and give headquarters a heads-up. Let's get the black gold issue sorted out first."

"Once our identities are sorted out, we can fly here directly."

“Okay.” Ninth Sister nodded.

They didn't actually know what exactly happened on Hong Kong Island.

After all, they had come from afar, and they were there for other reasons.

None of the people here could have imagined that in the half-month they spent adrift at sea, Dongxing would be completely destroyed.

If Shui Ling found out about this, she'd probably be furious.

Shui Ling is Luo Zhengwu's wife; she is a mistress who rose to power.

She could certainly be considered the camel's stepmother.

She had personally promised back then that she would protect the camels until her death.

If she can't keep her promise, then she shouldn't be living in the Netherlands anymore.

Internationally, reputation is the most important thing.

Meanwhile, on Hong Kong Island, in a rented room in Shek Kip Mei, Kowloon, Da Dong ran back breathlessly, still shaken.

Behind him were several henchmen, all of whom were also drenched in sweat.

He looked like he was about to die.

"Damn it, these cops are too cunning these days. I almost fell for their trap and got arrested!" As soon as he sat down, one of the henchmen couldn't help but curse.

"Who would have thought they'd gotten wind of our plan beforehand, knew we were going to rob someone, and then pretended to be employees to double-cross us?" another henchman cursed.

"I suspect there's a mole among us!"

"There's a mole among your mothers!" Da Dong turned around and cursed directly. He didn't want to talk, but now he had no choice but to.

After all, if suspicion arises internally, no one can say for sure what will happen.

"It was clearly because you guys were scouting the place that you weren't careful, and the cops took advantage of the situation!" Da Dong cursed, pointing at his henchmen.

"Otherwise, would the cops have just laid an ambush? They would have caught us like turtles in a jar long ago!"

"I've been telling you guys to be careful every day, but not a single one of you listened... Now we've failed, and two of our brothers have been killed, and you're still blaming each other? What use are you guys to me?" Da Dong angrily raised his hand and overturned the table.

The three or four henchmen immediately fell silent.

Not one dared to refute it.

They were all from the same hometown in Dadong, and they had been invited together for a big meal.

Therefore, they also knew of Da Dong's ruthlessness.

They're not some kind of brothers.

"Make sure you scout the location carefully. Be more cautious with the next order, and don't make the same mistake again." After a short while, Da Dong lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said.

"Boss, are you still doing this?" one of the henchmen asked cautiously.

"Otherwise what? Da Ma and Xiao Liu were beaten to death, and we don't even have money to give their families resettlement expenses!" Da Dong said irritably.

Those who can actually commit large-scale robberies are basically just living day to day.

Having money means either living it up or gambling it away; it's usually gone in less than half a month.

Whether it's hundreds of thousands or millions.

That's basically the case.

Therefore, they only come out to scout locations and do business when they are out of money.

This is also why the police have a hard time catching them...

Suddenly, with a loud "bang," the door was kicked open, startling the robbers inside. Da Dong reacted the fastest, almost instinctively pointing his gun at the door.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Brothers, don't rush, don't be afraid, be careful not to accidentally discharge the weapon." Tian Yangzhi and Tian Yangyi walked in with their hands raised and smiles on their faces.

"I don't know you." Da Dong squinted at Tian Yangzhi, but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes, because he felt like he had seen him somewhere before.

"I don't know you either." Tian Yangsheng glanced at the several wary robbers sitting in the chairs, then smiled:
“But my boss knows you.”

"Boss? Who is that?"

"Nan Zheng".

Da Dong's pupils immediately contracted.

He finally remembered where he had seen Tian Yangzhi and the others before.

I also remembered why it felt so familiar.

During the robbery in Yau Ma Tei, when he was on the run, he saw a Chevrolet drive by. He glanced at it casually and saw Nan Zheng and Tian Yangsheng and their group...

The concepts of Heavenly Nourishment and Heavenly Nourishment are contained within it.

"Now that you know who we are, please come in." Tian Yangyi pointed to the door.

"After all, our boss and you, Da Dong, should be old acquaintances."

"Please? Why do you want me to come over?" Da Dong still looked wary.

He doesn't trust anyone now.

"Of course, we're talking about how to have a grand feast, your old specialty, isn't it?" Seeing that Da Dong remained unmoved, Tian Yangyi slightly opened his trench coat, a hint of disdain in his eyes:
"What, are you afraid, Da Dong?"

Da Dong glanced at Tian Yangyi's waist, where several hand grenades were hanging.

They're just out here to make money.

He didn't have a choice.

(PS: Tung Sing Tai Tung and Hong Kong Flag Soldiers Tai Tung are not the same person, they just share the same name. The plot is somewhat similar here, but they will be separated later.)
……

The next day, Nan Zheng arrived at the main hall for a meeting, clutching her back.

It's not that venting your anger won't work.

His mother broke her leg from walking too fast.

Nan Zheng regretted it; he really hadn't expected a woman to spend several hours shopping alone.

It's more tiring than chopping someone up.

next time……

No, this will definitely not happen again.

Upon entering the council chamber, they found that everyone, including Brother Ji, was all smiling.

Clearly, last night's game was intense and fruitful.

Nan Zheng did some research and found that four streets in the Eastern District had been taken over by Brother Kei and his business empire, three streets on Lockhart Road, and in Causeway Bay and North Point, there were about five or six more...

In areas including Portland Street and Mong Kok, more than twenty businesses have been acquired.

A month's income is an astronomical figure.

Everyone benefited, so it would be a lie to say they weren't happy.

"I've gathered everyone here today to announce something," Nan Zheng said, tapping the table and looking at everyone.
"There are two pieces of news, one is good news and the other is bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

"Of course it's good news! It'll be sweet first, then sweeter, and then it'll just keep getting sweeter. What's the point of finding joy in hardship?" Brother Ji immediately laughed loudly.

Everyone nodded with a chuckle.

“Good.” Nan Zheng said, “The good news is that Tung Sing is now a disorganized mess. Last night, Bai Tou Weng was taken out, and Tin Shui Wai was swallowed up by Heng Kee. They are no longer a threat.”

"In the future, we won't even be as good as second-rate forces, and we'll only be able to hide in Yuen Long and pick up cow dung."

"This is indeed good news! With Mr. Nan here, our mortal enemy, whom we've fought for decades, has been utterly defeated and has no power left to fight us." Brother Ji laughed loudly.

“That’s right. I’ve been a member of Hung Hing for over a decade and have fought many battles with Tung Sing… The only one who could completely cripple Tung Sing is Mr. Nam.” The prince nodded in agreement.

The Crown Prince is notoriously arrogant.

He usually doesn't respect anyone.

Today, I'm unusually agreeing with Nan Zheng's words, which shows just how deeply she has gained popularity and influence.

At least within Hung Hing, almost no one dared to displease him.

It's not just about strength, but also about cohesion.

"What's the bad news?" Han Bin suddenly asked, as if he had already anticipated something.

"The bad news is that Lei Yaoyang and Kele also collapsed last night..." Nan Zheng trailed off, then slowly began to speak:
"My men found the carcass of a dinosaur in an orchard in Tai O. It had been dead for many days and had been hanging from a fruit tree as a scarecrow; the flesh was rotting..."

"Hiss..." Upon hearing this, everyone present gasped.

Han Bin's pupils contracted even more.

“I originally thought that the people from Dongxing would tie up the dinosaurs as bargaining chips, but I didn’t expect them to tie them up for amusement,” Nan Zheng continued.

"Even a god couldn't save us."

"However, everyone knows that this person has always been kind-hearted... Lei Yaoyang and Kele were riddled with bullets on the spot and have already been buried with him."

"When the seventh day after his death arrives, we'll go and pay our respects to this leader of the Qingyishe clan." Nan Zheng tapped the table again, and many people nodded.

Several of the people in charge also wore a somber expression.

After all, dinosaurs were all big shots in Tuen Mun, yet they were all killed by them?
Tung Sing is really ruthless!

Especially those leaders who were even less powerful than dinosaurs, were determined to wipe out Dongxing.

What if I'm next?
"Where is the dinosaur carcass?" Han Bin asked expressionlessly, biting his cigar, but his eyes were somewhat cold.

After all these years in the underworld, he has now lost two of his brothers.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't angry.

However, being reserved, she didn't show her emotions much. "It's in the Tai O Orchard," Nan Zheng said directly. "If you want to go, I'll have Tai Bao send you the address so you can go and pay your respects first."

"Okay." Han Bin nodded.

Seeing that many people had expressionless faces, Nan Zheng knew that it was a success.

Since the person is already dead, can't we just say whatever we want?
In fact, what Nan Zheng said was also a way of setting a trap for Brother Ji and his group.

That means the Hong Kong Island branch of Tung Sing is gone, but the Netherlands still has a Tung Sing.

If we clash again next time, we'll have to eliminate them completely, leaving no room for retreat.

otherwise……

Just look at how dinosaurs died to know.

They're an international gang, after all; their methods are far more ruthless than those of the Hong Kong triads.

"After that, we'll face the challenge of transformation." Nan Zheng looked at everyone again and said calmly:

"Now Hung Hing has enough capital and strength to transform... From now on, we will be bosses, company shareholders, and gangsters, not just ordinary gangsters."

Therefore, I have decided to first transfer most of the 49ers to Yeweiyang Property Company, and then open a branch office in your headquarters to indirectly and directly legalize their identities.

Of course, after that, instead of protection fees, they started charging property management fees.

Although I have to pay taxes, it's not much... After all, I provide jobs for so many people on Hong Kong Island. A little bit of news and a bit of a fuss in the newspapers will bring in tax breaks.

All things considered, it's like deducting a tiny bit of meat. What do you all think?

The first half of Nan Zheng's sentence is a declarative statement, while the last sentence of the second half is a question or request for instructions.

In reality, there was no intention to ask for anyone's agreement or disagreement.

My word is law here!
"Mr. Nan, what are the benefits of establishing a property management company for us?" Brother Ji asked after thinking for a moment.

“Of course it’s legal!” Nan Zheng pointed and laughed, scolding.

"Brother Kei, don't you know that what gangsters dream of most in their lives isn't being powerful, but rather being able to retire and live a life free from financial worries?"

"If it's illegal, forget about whether your enemies will come after you; if you become too powerful, the police will be calling you in for tea every few days!"

“That’s true.” Brother Ji nodded.

"Wow, tens of thousands of gangsters have all become property management employees? Mr. Nan, you really came up with something, that's quite a big deal," the prince laughed.

“Of course, do you even know who I am? A good citizen of Hong Kong Island, one of the Ten Outstanding Young Persons, a taxpayer!” Nan Zheng said with a laugh, without any politeness.

Nan Zheng's move was actually perfectly reasonable.

It seems like it's all for everyone's benefit.

After all, how many people who have been out in the world can enjoy their retirement in peace?

Even if you've retired from the criminal life and have no enemies, it doesn't mean the police will let it go; they'll still keep an eye on you.

The saying "settling scores after the harvest" has been a timeless principle for thousands of years.

But it's different if you legalize your business and your identity.

They're all taxpayers, who would bother to check?

Furthermore, with Hung Hing's current power, who would be foolish enough to seek revenge and cause trouble?

Therefore, once the transformation is complete, it will be considered a completely closed loop.

The other key figures, including Thirteen Sister, thought about it for a moment and had no objections.

He nodded and got down in no time.

Although it means paying less tax, it's just a small amount and doesn't cause any major problems.

If you don't want to pay, you can just falsify the accounts.

That's what a lot of financial companies do now.

If they're not afraid, what are the property management companies afraid of?
However, Nan Zheng didn't say one thing: once the legalization is confirmed, the company will no longer have a leader.

Only shareholders, board of directors, and dividend recipients.

To put it bluntly, they made a lot of money, but their power was greatly reduced.

It's similar to the emperor's policy of weakening the power of the feudal lords.

Of course, Nan Zheng wouldn't reveal the truth, just like how dinosaurs were shot, not played with to death.

They'll guess if they can, and if they can't, they'll just ignore it.

Anyway, who would dare to contradict me?
Then we'll integrate the branch offices, consolidating power and financial resources in one place. If anyone dares to disobey, we'll just kick them out.

Nobody can say for sure what's going on.

Because once the gangsters joined Nightless City Property Management Company, it was Nan Zheng who paid their salaries, not their boss.

Even a fool could tell the difference between being full at one meal and being full at every other meal.

"After that, your fees will be submitted to the branch office, then to the head office, and finally paid out to the employees... The procedures are a bit troublesome, but you only have one way to do it, so it doesn't matter to you, and I don't mind the trouble either."

Nan Zheng picked up her cigarette, then pointed to the dinosaur's location:

"Now we can confirm that the dinosaur has died, so this spot can't be left empty."

"Does anyone have any good suggestions?"

“He’s got a piece of cake.” Brother Kei said without thinking, “After the dinosaurs disappeared, he was basically in charge of the Tuen Mun area.”

"He's the only one who can do it."

"I agree," Thirteen Sister chimed in.
“Tuen Mun is a big place, and any newcomer who takes over will be dissatisfied… We still have a lot of loose ends to finish, so we need to get things done quickly and not let outsiders take advantage of us.”

Several others also raised their hands in agreement.

After all, Sheng Kuai also had another identity, namely, the top official who rose to power at the same time as Nan Zheng.

He was also the younger brother of a savage.

Being a native of Tuen Mun, he is the most suitable candidate both morally and logically.

“Okay, then let’s have a baby.” Nan Zheng said.

"Work hard from now on, or if everyone else fails, I'll skin you alive!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Nan! I will definitely manage Tuen Mun perfectly." Sheng Kuai stood up and said excitedly.

He was sitting in the dinosaur's spot at that moment.

Nan Zheng had no objections.

Now is definitely not the time to replace him with new people; Sheng Kuai is the most suitable candidate.

We'll talk to someone about it then and see if the guy knows what's good for him.

If they don't know what's good for them...

It's not too late to get rid of the person and replace them with one of our own.

……

After the meeting, Nan Zheng returned to her office yawning. Abu and Tian Yangzhi leaned against the wall and chatted, occasionally taking a few puffs of their cigarettes.

Sitting on the sofa was Da Dong.

Nan Zheng glanced around the hall and noticed that there were still a few henchmen drinking, but they looked wary and had a hint of murderous intent about them.

It's clearly Da Dong's men.

"Brother Zheng." Da Dong forced a smile.

"Call him Mr. Nan!"

“Mr. Nan.” Da Dong glanced at Tian Yangsheng, who had spoken up to remind him, and repeated.

"We're all old acquaintances, no need to be so polite, make yourself at home." Nan Zheng sat at her desk, looking very relaxed.

But Da Dong was anything but relaxed.

After all, including this time, he had only met Nan Zheng twice in formal terms.

Where did this old acquaintance come from?
Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing.

Da Dong understands this principle.

He's not a fool.

"Mr. Nan, I wonder what brings you here today?" Da Dong hesitated for a moment before asking.

"It's not 'call,' it's 'please!'" Nan Zheng smiled and pointed at Da Dong, then waved her hand to signal Tian Yangsheng and the others to leave.

He leaned back and slammed into the chair.
"I heard you've been pretty powerful in the underworld lately. The waterworks and the military uniforms can't do anything to you... You're a big shot in both the legitimate and criminal worlds. Feeling good?"

"Just trying to make a living," Da Dong said with a forced smile, but a sense of unease was creeping in.

"Mr. Nan, I don't think I've crossed any boundaries. Has this affected your business in any way?"

"If so, I apologize to you now."

Da Dong didn't know why the other party had inexplicably come to him.

But he was certain it was definitely not a good thing.

When Da Dong first came to Hong Kong Island Restaurant, he met Nan Zheng once. But how long has it been? A person in charge has become a well-known legend in Hong Kong Island, making him unattainable.

If Da Dong still views Nan Zheng with the same perspective and mindset as before...

Then he's a complete idiot.

Who doesn't know that Liang Zheng is the most unapproachable person these days?

Therefore, I have always been very careful, afraid of offending the other party in any way.

"No need to rush, please sit down." Seeing Da Dong stand up to apologize again, Nan Zheng waved her hand casually and said:
"The reason I called you here this time is simply to get you back to your old profession."

"My old profession?" Da Dong asked with a suspicious look.

“That’s right…” Nan Zheng nodded, and then briefly explained the general direction of the Bank of America and Zhang Wenyao’s deployment.

However, they didn't mention the $100 million figure.

He frankly stated that the amount of cash was substantial.

“After it’s done, I’ll give you ten million Hong Kong dollars as your reward,” Nan Zheng added.

"You rob banks and jewelry stores, how much money do you make each time? At most a few million, right? But this time, I'll give you ten million!"

Even if you split it among several people, you can still get several million, taking the lion's share.

Since we're going to rob anyway, why not rob something valuable?

"Da Dong, don't you think so?" Nan Zheng lit a cigarette and looked at Da Dong with a big smile.

Da Dong immediately fell into deep thought.

Ten million! This was ten million in the 1980s! It was an astronomical figure.

Of course, for Da Dong, it's just a matter of robbing a few more times.

The question is, how long can this scramble last?
After all, he had already been set up by the police and almost got caught in a trap.

Clearly, the authorities have their eyes on them.

If they continue with simple robberies next time, they'll probably all be caught in just a few tries.

Either kill them on the spot...

"Mr. Nan, I want an extra five million!" Da Dong made his choice shortly after, and continued:

"The five million is for buying weapons, and I guarantee it won't cause you any trouble."

"The rest is for my travel expenses."

"Da Dong, Da Dong, I actually admire you. You're actually thinking of me?" Nan Zheng leaned back lazily in her chair and said with great interest.

He took a drag of his cigarette before speaking:

“Sure, five million is no problem... It’s nothing to me.”

"But remember, this time you must be absolutely certain that everything will go perfectly, and you only have one chance to make your move."

"Okay." Da Dong nodded, actually adding money was also a test.

It now seems that there was quite a lot of US dollars in that armored truck.

It's at least much more than fifteen million.

However, Da Dong wouldn't have any ulterior motives, because he knew that the routes of armored trucks were not fixed and had to be reported to his superiors...

If he dares to have any wicked ideas, Nan Zheng probably won't even need to lift a finger.

Another group of people will then come knocking and steal from them.

Ten minutes later, Nan Zheng explained some more details, and Da Dong left with a deposit of one million yuan.

When several of Da Dong's henchmen saw him come out with a bag of some unknown things in his hand, but with smiles on his face, they knew that everything was fine.

They all breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, people are still quite afraid of Liang Zheng, who is known for his reputation...

Even if he was a robber.

Watching Da Dong and the others get into the car and leave, Tian Yangsheng crossed his arms and asked, "Is there anything we can do? We can handle it. Do you need them?"

"You won't understand this now, but you'll find out when the time comes," Nan Zheng said calmly.

In the story, Tian Yangsheng and his brothers were brought down because of this incident.

He'd be an idiot to send them on that mission.

Fatalism is pretty awful.

So it's better to be safe than sorry.

Abu chimed in from the side, "Old Man Baitou has fallen. Now Tung Sing has retreated to a rural area in Yuen Long... The current leader is a man named Tai Tung, who has several hundred men under his command. I heard he's one of the Five Tigers."

However, most of the people there are villagers, so I couldn't get in.

The slightest movement was detected; they were all on high alert.

"Want to take a risk?" Abu asked again, the implication being that he wanted to wipe them out completely.

"No need, they're just a bunch of idiots, what trouble can they cause?" Nan Zheng scoffed.

For him, the old man with white hair had fallen.

Dongxing was completely beyond saving.

I don't want to move for the next few decades.

“The target now is the East Star headquarters in the Netherlands… or rather, the Ten Water Spirits within East Star headquarters.” Nan Zheng pondered for a moment, then said:

"Those bastards are not to be trifled with; they're several times more ruthless than those crow bastards."

"Be prepared to fight them at any time."

“No problem.” Abu and Tian Yangsheng and the others nodded in unison.

To put it bluntly, most of the skills and personalities of people like Crow and Lei Yaoyang were learned from the Dutch.

If even the crows are this inhumane, what will become of the Water Spirit Ten Heroes?

The fact that they can eat people goes beyond just being inhumane.

In the afternoon, Nan Zheng took a nap, and just after waking up, she received a phone call.

"Hey?"

"What do you mean 'hello'? I told you to pick me up on Friday, how many Fridays has it been now?" A sullen voice came from the other end of the phone.

Nan Zheng rummaged through her memories for a moment, then slapped her forehead and remembered.

Cindy.

After sleeping with that person, I went to fight Hara Aono and the island nation, and didn't even think about that person.

It was only after making a phone call that Nan Zheng remembered that she had such a person in her life.

Damn it, I completely forgot about him after pulling up my pants.

"I've been busy lately," Nan Zheng said without batting an eye.
"I was just thinking of picking you up from school this Friday."

"While you're at it, go check out the God of Gamblers movie crew. I'll let you play a supporting role."

"Really?" Cindy asked, half believing.

"If I, Liangzheng, were to lie to you, may my whole family die!" Nanzheng shouted.

"I've always been a person of integrity, how could I possibly lie to people so easily?"

"Fine, you can have it." Cindy smiled.

In fact, she knew that Nan Zheng had been extremely busy lately.

After all, Cindy was from Hong Kong Island, and she knew a thing or two about the underworld.

Including things like Nan Zheng going to an island nation...

I made the call at this time because Nan Zheng wasn't busy.

"Then you have to keep your word, okay? Don't stand me up again, or I'll give you a good beating." Cindy shook her fist and snorted.

"Don't worry. I'll definitely come to pick you up this Friday," Nan Zheng said confidently.

We chatted for a few more minutes before hanging up.

I felt a little guilty for sleeping with him once and then leaving him behind.

Taking someone for a drive is also an option.

I'll take another nap while I'm at it.

Nan Zheng had just hung up the phone when another call came in.

He feels that now that his business has grown so big, he's busier than the Governor of Hong Kong.

"Who is it?" Nan Zheng answered the phone again.

“Mr. Nan, it’s me.” A broken Cantonese voice came from inside.

Kazuo Kusakari laughed and said, "Our first batch of black gold has almost arrived at the port."

"It is estimated that it will dock in Victoria tonight."

"So fast?" Nan Zheng was a little surprised; he thought it would take a year or two.

"It's not fast anymore. After Mr. Nan went back, I had already finalized most of the matters... The time spent at sea alone was almost two weeks, which is already considered slow."

The underlying meaning of this statement is that Kazuo Kusakari is efficient in his work.

The rest may be slow.

“That’s interesting.” Nan Zheng smiled. “Alright, now that the Fifth Generation has been dealt with, I’ll be watching closely tonight.”

"This was just a small test. If it goes well... then the big deal will be next time!" Kazuo Kusakari said with a smile, looking very happy.

However, he changed the subject and added, "But there has been a slight problem this time."

"What's the trouble?" Nan Zheng asked.

"I suspect news of our cake-stealing incident has leaked out... Our cargo ship was being followed the whole time, only stopping when it entered Hong Kong and Macau waters." A serious glint flashed in Kazuo Kusakari's eyes:
"Mr. Nan, you need to be on guard now. I estimate they will arrive soon."

“Alright, I’d like to try out the power of an international mafia.” Nan Zheng said with a playful expression.

He knew all along that dealing in black gold would be discovered by his peers, who would then relentlessly pursue him.

This thing is so profitable, and the risk is only a tiny bit, who wouldn't be tempted?

Therefore, they will definitely be made an example of.

But... this is Hong Kong Island! If I say it's daytime here, who dares to say it's nighttime?
“Mr. Minami, I know your strength, but it’s still best to be cautious,” Kazuo Kusakari advised.

"I haven't been able to find out where they're from yet, I only know they're from the Netherlands... so there's a high chance of a major battle coming up, since there are also Dutch gangs on Hong Kong Island."

"Once the ships arrive, they will likely receive the news and target you accordingly."

"I understand." Nan Zheng's tone remained calm, while she pondered for a moment.

Netherlands?

International gang?

Could it be Shui Ling and the others?

Nan Zheng had previously received news that Bai Tou Weng had called Shui Ling for help, but the other party was busy with something and didn't answer the phone...

If it were at sea, then it would make sense.

Because most of the sea has no signal, and even if it does, it is often interfered with by various things. Especially now, in the 1980s, there is no way that there is any high technology that can connect to the frequency.

Even future generations may not be able to do it.

If it really is those people like Shui Ling… Nan Zheng laughed, it came so easily.

He turned and ordered, "Tian Yangsheng, go and contact the people from the Dutch Hongxing."

"I need to look up some information."

"There are Hung Hing people in the Netherlands?" Tian Yangsheng was completely bewildered when he entered the room and heard this.

(End of this chapter)