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

Chapter 257 "246" Why should I give you this opportunity?
"Brother Hua Fo, what happened?" Nan Zheng got out of the car at a sand field and saw Hua Fo lying on the ground with a bruised and swollen face.

Tian Yangsheng and his group were smoking when they saw people coming and immediately went up to greet them.

"This old bastard is dishonest. He's about to die and he still wants to run away... Since he's so forgetful, let's teach him a lesson." Tian Yangsheng said calmly.

Tian Yangzhi touched the scraped wound on his right arm and said irritably, "He who stole my steering wheel should be buried alive!"

"Wow, is this some kind of Mission: Impossible movie? They're even grabbing the steering wheel!" Nan Zheng exclaimed, her eyes wide with amazement.

He then added with a mocking expression, "But... you said it yourself, he's about to die. If he doesn't want to run away, then what's the point of being the leader?"

"Now that they've become the top leader, who would want to go to meet the King of Hell for no reason?"

“If the boss says he should go see him, then he definitely has to go,” Tian Yangsheng said with a smile.

"I'm not a bad person," Nan Zheng said with a laugh, showing no attitude whatsoever in this matter.

As if he didn't care at all.

In reality, he really didn't care at all.

Many people want to challenge themselves, but how many actually succeed?

Who does he think he is, the Buddha of Flowers?

The Flower Buddha knelt on the ground, covering his face, and said, "What exactly do you want?"

"What do I want? Tsk tsk, Brother Hua Fo, this isn't how you turn the tables! I should be asking you that, not the other way around. How did we suddenly switch roles?"

"That tone of voice...you didn't just copy your wife, did you?"

"Even someone as awesome as her is dead!"

Hua Fo's face was gloomy and uncertain, his eyes filled with anger, but even more so with fear.

Because he was never sure what the other party's attitude towards him was.

If I were really certain I was going to die, then I might feel a little more at ease now...

But precisely because the attitude was unclear, neither good nor bad, Hua Fo would always have hope.

In this situation, the only reason to still hold onto hope is, frankly, fear of death.

Then, all sorts of compromises and concessions will naturally follow.

"Flower Buddha, I'm actually quite curious, what gives you the audacity to even try to harm me?" Nan Zheng asked, lighting a cigarette.

"Although there are some guesses, I still want to see it for myself."

"If I tell you, can you let me off the hook?" Hua Fo said through gritted teeth.

"Dream on!" Nan Zheng said with a playful expression. "You're already this arrogant, if I let you go... I wouldn't even feel safe keeping an eye on you at night!"

"After all, I'm only human, and I get scared too. Brother Hua Fo, don't you agree?"

Hua Fo's expression was gloomy and uncertain.

Nan Zheng appeared to be afraid, but her tone and expression showed none of it.

It's as if it's saying, "I just love your pathetic, helpless state."

"Don't worry, Brother Hua Fo, you're so awesome, I'll definitely help you keep a memento... After all, it's been a long time since I've seen someone as awesome as you, I really admire you! So I have to keep some memento, don't you think?"

These words caused a flicker of fear to cross Hua Fo's eyes, and a chill ran through his heart.

And just as Tian Yangsheng and his group were pulling out all sorts of weapons, seemingly ready to keep them as souvenirs...

The Buddha was utterly horrified by what he saw.

They're all crazy! A whole bunch of them are crazy!
"It's Khun Sa, it's Khun Sa!" Hua Fo dared not hide it any longer and said through gritted teeth:
"Khun Sa was a poppy grower in the Golden Triangle and had connections with many local drug lords. In Hong Kong, his previous contact was Axe Jun in Tsim Sha Tsui..."

However, this was just one month before they wanted to collaborate and fully launch their products on Hong Kong Island.

By taking down Axe Jun, you've effectively cut off his downstream supply in the Golden Triangle.

Therefore, you lost a lot of money, and Khun Sa held a grudge against you because of this.

"After that, after I swallowed Lian Haolong's territory, he contacted me and said he wanted to cooperate with me... I was also very clear that our territories were very close, and a battle was inevitable sooner or later, so I decided to play along." Hua Fo added:

"Therefore, during this period, Khun Sa kept throwing money at me, wanting me to get rid of you. However, I wasn't confident, but I did plant a lot of spies and informants among your people."

"So, you were the one who notified Abu and the others about their trip to Thailand?" Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"I only gave it to Khun Sa. Whether Khun Sa gave it to others, I don't know."

It's now confirmed by what Hua Fo said; it was this idiot who leaked the clues.

Abu and his ilk are the ones who get tracked.

People like Gao Jin and Xiahou Wu are not actually bribed by money, because Nan Zheng has already given them enough.

Those who can be bribed are mostly peripheral members...

These don't matter.

Because these are all just blue lanterns, it doesn't matter who they work for.

Nan Zheng didn't pay much attention, after all, it was impossible to completely prevent such things, and Abu and his group hadn't hidden their tracks either.

If you want to find them, you can easily find the local bigwigs.

What annoyed Nan Zheng was that Hua Fo, that good-for-nothing, actually dared to have designs on her for money.

That guy is fucking awesome!

"I admit defeat today because I've been defeated by you, and I have nothing to say... But I have only one request: give me some dignity, leave me with a whole corpse, and stop torturing me," Hua Fo pleaded.

"Tsk tsk, Brother Hua Fo, I still prefer your unruly side!"

"You were so awesome at first, and now you're so timid. I'm really not used to it."

"I just want my body intact!" Hua Fo said, his eyes filled with despair.

Although he hasn't been tortured yet, he's only been beaten up.

But they were also well aware of the other party's methods.

If she weren't ruthless enough, Liang Zheng would never have become the number one in the martial arts world at such a young age.

Even Hung Hing was elevated to an unprecedented level by him, which shows how capable he is.

"Leave a whole corpse...that's no problem, but why should I give you that chance?" Nan Zheng exhaled a cloud of mist and said calmly.

"Don't forget, you're in my hands now, not the other way around! What makes you think you can negotiate with me like this? Huh?"

The meaning of "Nan Zheng" is quite clear: it means equivalent exchange.

Although dying is simple, this is not something that can be easily resolved.

Your fate is in your own hands, not in the heavens!

After a short while, Hua Fo took a deep breath and said, "I have 40 million in savings. If you want it, I can give it to you right now... It's all in cash, just in case."

"Now we're really just going to be on the safe side," Tian Yangsheng said sarcastically from the side.

"Then give me the address and the money." Nan Zheng snapped her fingers.

Then another head tilt:
"But, Brother Hua Fo, you've been the head of the gang for so many years, and you've been secretly making a fortune in Kowloon."

You've only saved up this little bit of money after all this time? Are you kidding me?

Do you want to kill off all your wives and then wipe out your entire family line?

Hua Fo felt a chill run down his spine.

He quickly replied, "I agreed to cooperate with Khun Sa, so I bought a lot of equipment and spent a lot of money in the Golden Triangle. I really don't have much left now."

“Liang Zheng…Brother Zheng! Master Zheng! Mr. Nan, I really didn’t lie.”

"I doubt you'd dare." Nan Zheng glanced at him and thought that Hua Fo, this scoundrel, didn't really seem to be lying, so she waved her hand.

Half an hour later, Tian Yangzhi found 40 million in cash and gold jewelry at Hua Fo's house, following the address provided.

After confirming, Nan Zheng snapped her fingers.

Tian Yangsheng immediately pulled out his gun.

boom!
"Bury them on the spot. Also, check over at the water room now. See if there are any more who don't know what's good for them. If there are, kill them all." Nan Zheng looked at the blood-soaked ground, grimaced, and turned to get into the car.

He has always been averse to the sight of blood.

Since he became wealthy, he has become increasingly intolerant of such scenes.

It seems that the claim of having a wealthy and benevolent person is true.

Before leaving, he turned back and said, "You're a mercenary from the Middle East, so you should be able to find out about the Golden Triangle or have connections there, right?"

“There are some, bosses I’ve served before,” Tian Yangsheng said while having someone dig a hole.

"Then investigate Khun Sa and Guan Chai Ba for me, and then give me an update."

"Sure, but it might take a while, you'll have to wait."

"I have plenty of time, I can wait."

……

At the same time, Ah Peng also received a headshot from Tai Bao and went directly to Sham Shui Po.

Bearded Yong is quite recognizable, much like his nickname.

His mouth was covered in a full beard.

He was dressed in a suit and tie, looked quite composed, and had the air of a big brother.

If you see this kind of person on the street, you basically won't mistake them.

After spending more than an hour scouting the location, Apeng learned that the other party was having dinner at a hotel, so he went there immediately.

Upon arriving at the restaurant's lobby, I immediately saw a dozen or so people drinking loudly at the long table in the middle, with Bearded Yong leading the way.

Ah Peng sat in the corner, casually ordered a few signature dishes, and waited nonchalantly.

Yu Guang was secretly observing.

The best time to act is when you're ready to make your move.

Bearded Yung was naturally unaware that Ah Peng was an assassin. After all, so many people come and go in Sham Shui Po every day, and he brought so many henchmen with him, so he wasn't very wary.

Not to mention, this is his stronghold.

"Boss, I heard that Hung Hing has already arrested Flower Buddha," one of the henchmen said.

"Should we do something?"

"No, let's wait and see," said Bearded Yong without thinking, taking a sip of his drink.

"Let me tell you, you can't be too hasty in doing things, or you'll only end up ruining yourself! You have to have a long-term perspective. If you only focus on the immediate future, you won't even know how you died."

"Why?" the henchman asked again, his eyes still full of confusion.

“Simple,” Bearded Yong sneered. “What you can think of, others can’t?”

"If you want to take it, won't others take it too? The reason is actually that simple."

It may seem like you're fighting for interests with Hung Hing, but in reality, you're competing for benefits with the local bullies around you.

"But if we break in at this point in time, we'll offend not only Hung Hing, but also all the local bullies in the area..."

"So let's wait a while, let Hung Hing deal with the waterworks and those local thugs, and then we'll strike and make a killing. It's a sure thing!"

Watching Bearded Yong proudly recount his plan, the group of henchmen suddenly understood and were quite impressed.

They never expected their boss to be so intelligent.

What he said was reasonable and justified.

Because that's the truth.

When faced with an opportunity for gain, who wouldn't seize it? First come, first served is within the bounds of the law, but in the world of gangsters, there is no such thing as law or no law.

If you try to grab it first, someone will definitely chop off your hand with a knife, as a warning to others...

"Wow, I'm impressed!"

"No wonder the boss is the leader; we can't compete with his brains."

"You guys still have a lot to learn! You should really get to know the world of martial arts. But let's not talk about that today. Come on, let's have a drink first."

Bearded Yong picked up his wine glass and drank it all with a group of henchmen, becoming one of them.

However, before he could boast for long, Ah Peng seized the opportunity to grab a knife and get up, but suddenly more than a dozen knife-wielders rushed in from outside.

"Bearded Yong is here, kill him!"

"Fuck your mother!" When Bearded Yong saw a group of burly men staring menacingly at him and rushing towards him, he was so frightened that he jumped up and overturned the table.

The two sides instantly engaged in a fierce battle.

Many of the members of the number gang were drunk, but they were sobered up by the shock and quickly grabbed bottles to smash them.

One was melee fighter and the other was ranged fighter; their attacks were evenly matched, resulting in a stalemate.

Seeing this, Apeng sat back down.

I plan to wait and see how things go before making a decision.

Taking advantage of the chaos would be ideal... but things are too chaotic right now, and nobody knows whose side this is.

If Ah Peng suddenly rushed up, neither the gang member nor the knife-wielder would recognize him. Both groups would assume Ah Peng was working for the other and would kill him first.

That would be fucking tragic.

Watching a play first is fine too.

Since we're already here, there's no way we can run off somewhere else.

Bearded Yong was also completely bewildered, but he gritted his teeth and grabbed a chair, swinging it repeatedly to block the opponent's slashes and attacks.

Although he was the leader, he was quite skilled and knocked one down in just a couple of moves.

He then slammed the chair into the crowd, quickly bent down to pick up the machete, and, along with several henchmen, angrily swung the machete into the throng.

"Damn it! This is Sham Shui Po! You want to cut me down here? Do you think I'm a nobody?" Bearded Yung swung his knife and started slashing, looking even more ferocious.

Some people become cowardly when they drink, while others become fearless even when drunk.

Bearded Yong was clearly the latter. As the leader, he had seen all sorts of storms. Now, after drinking, he was even bolder and more arrogant than usual.

Despite being slashed three or four times, Bearded Yong managed to stab himself four or five times with his strength, almost every stab aimed at his heart.

Anyone in the know can tell at a glance that this guy is definitely a former outlaw.

Apeng was also impressed.

The gangsters are so ruthless; they're always looking to kill. That's truly vicious.

Most people simply cannot do that.

Soon the hall was a mess, with all sorts of pots, pans, soup dishes, plates and tables scattered all over the floor, and seven or eight dishes lying on the ground.

Hu Xuyong was surrounded by blood.

Seeing how skilled Bearded Yong was, and unable to subdue him, the knife-wielders began to back down. Gritting their teeth, they hacked down several of the gang's henchmen who were blocking their way, then turned and shouted for everyone to run away.

"Damn it, chase after them!" Bearded Yong glanced at the bloody wounds on his back and arms, and growled through gritted teeth.

"I don't care who they work for, I want them all to be wiped out in one day!"

"Chase after them!" one of the henchmen shouted, ordering the remaining able-bodied men to pursue the person.

He ran out the door while making phone calls to call for backup.

One minute they're chatting and drinking, the next they're being chopped up. Who can they complain to?
Bearded Yong was furious.

His temper was incredibly high at this moment.

"Who wants to kill me? They're courting death!" Bearded Yong's first thought was of the people in the water room, not Hung Hing.

First, he had no grudge against Hung Hing; second, he had just set up a trap for the Flower Buddha.

If Hua Fo were still alive, sending someone to seek revenge would actually make sense.

However, before Beard Yong could figure it out, A Peng suddenly took the initiative, pulled out his dagger again, and rushed over, stabbing Beard Yong squarely in the waist.

"Uh..." Bearded Yong felt the coldness in his waist. His first reaction was not pain, but rather his body stiffened and went limp involuntarily, and he let out a confused and painful sound.

Just as he was about to scream, Apeng turned his head and covered his neck.

It quickly smeared upwards.

thump!
The person instantly went limp.

"Boss!" The two remaining injured henchmen who had gotten up were shocked to see this.

Without saying a word, A Peng started stabbing people in sight. The earlier brawl had frightened many customers, causing them to flee or scatter.

After all, with such a large-scale event, if someone gets accidentally injured, they'll have to pay for their own hospital visit.

Ah Peng was in the corner and didn't make a sound. Plus, the fight had been so intense that no one cared if there were any customers in the corner.
Therefore, they succeeded immediately.

It must be said that A Peng was indeed an excellent assassin.

Because top assassins are not those who can kill, but those who are cunning enough.

The same applies to dog bite dog scenarios.

In no time, A-Peng had dealt with all the survivors in the hall, wiped the blood off his dagger, and put it back in his pocket.

He then left through the back door without any expression.

It only took a little over a minute.

It wasn't until Ah Peng had already gone far away that the henchmen of the Number Gang received the news and rushed over.

However, the hall was now completely silent, with no one left.

Bearded Yongren is fucking dead.

……

Meanwhile, in Thailand, Abu met with Han Bin and others at the pier.

"How's it going?"

"Not bad. We've investigated all the local big and small tyrants and have already identified our targets," Abu said calmly.

I glanced out of the harbor again and saw seven or eight boats docking.

A dense mass of henchmen jumped off the ship and landed on the ground.

These are the people Han Bin brought this time, more than two hundred people.

It's neither too much nor too little.

"Sure, you've figured everything out in such a short time," Han Bin said with a smile.

"As expected of someone sent by Mr. Nan, their abilities are indeed extraordinary."

"Mr. Han is the same, otherwise why would he come here with us to enjoy a fancy meal from abroad?" Abu said with a smile.

Han Bin smiled as well.

Soon, more than a dozen MPVs drove up, and Han Bin waved his hand, beckoning everyone to get in.

Half an hour later, the group landed within Uncle Kun's territory.

It's located in the area surrounding Bangkok.

"Wow, so many people! Are they trying to turn Thailand into the new Hong Kong Island?" Uncle Kun was quite surprised when he saw the huge crowd coming down.

Whether in China or abroad, a couple hundred people might not be considered a large number.

But all these people came from Hong Kong Island, so it was essentially an airlift.

This is an exaggeration.

Uncle Kun has never seen anyone who can lead hundreds of locals to work abroad.

"Uncle Kun, you don't need to worry about that. But if I really manage to turn New Hong Kong Island into a success, then you'll naturally have a share of the credit," Han Bin said with a grin, but his eyes were very sharp.

Uncle Kun chuckled and said, "I wouldn't dare accept any credit. I'm just doing my job for Mr. Nan, nothing more."

What are you going to do next?

"You don't need to worry about this," Abu said slowly.

"Let these people stay here for a while, just give them a place to stay. Uncle Kun, is this small request alright?"

"Mr. Nan reimbursed everything."

"No problem." Uncle Kun agreed without hesitation, knowing full well that the other party was being wary of him.

But it doesn't matter, it's better to be on guard.

If he knew everything, things could suddenly go wrong.

They might even blame themselves.

Uncle Kun knows very well what he shouldn't ask and what he shouldn't know.

"Keep an eye on Uncle Kun. I'm off to deal with the motorcycle gang right now." After arranging the manpower, Abu found Han Bin on the street.

Han Bin raised an eyebrow: "Just you and Zhang Chun? Should we send more people?"

"A few are enough. If there are any more, I'm afraid some people will realize what's going on," Abu said directly.

"I'll take care of their leader, then you can plant your flag."

"No problem." Han Bin nodded, not at all surprised.

Compared to these veterans, the difference between the gangsters and these old soldiers is truly enormous.

Providing them with weapons would be the best assistance they could receive.

Abu also found out that the leader of the motorcycle gang was named Rem, around forty years old, bald, with a full beard, and very distinctive features.

Although he had never met the other party, he could find out by asking a few of the motorcycle gang's henchmen.

……

Inside a restaurant, thugs who almost always wore earrings were eating and drinking heartily.

The people at the surrounding tables were about the same.

They are all the same type of people.

This is the stronghold of the motorcycle gangs. Ever since they raided several streets in Bangkok, they basically spend their days eating and drinking in this area.

At night, they would go rob people.

Bangkok's bustling atmosphere, in particular, has allowed them to earn significantly more than usual.

They were all fat and big-eared.

Abu led Zhang Chun and the others inside, and with a casual glance, he had already found their target.

He walked up to the white-haired man and said calmly, "Friend, you're sitting in the wrong seat."

"Location? What location?" The white-haired man looked up at the other person with a sidelong glance, his tone indifferent.

"The shops here aren't open during the day. If they are to open... it's only our shop. You're one of us?"

“I said, you’re sitting in the wrong seat,” Abu repeated.

"Who the hell are you? Fuck!" another thug slammed his fist on the table and cursed.

The others stood up.

The white-haired man didn't move, but instead crossed his arms and chuckled with interest, "Here to cause trouble?"

"Friend, you've got the wrong person..."

Before he could finish speaking, Abu grabbed a beer bottle from the table and smashed it over his shoulder.

His head was immediately broken and bleeding profusely.

Zhang Chun and his group acted swiftly, grabbing various daggers and short knives and stabbing people indiscriminately.

The motorcycle gang was caught off guard and three or four of them were stabbed to death in one go.

The rest of the people all looked terrified.

They were instantly stunned.

Most of these are hot-blooded young men who are prone to fighting and would be considered fools if they encountered ordinary people.

But when faced with an absolutely ruthless person, even a high-ranking official has to be afraid.

Not to mention them.

boom!
Abu grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it on the back of the white-haired man's head. Looking at the man screaming in pain while clutching his head, Abu reached out and tugged at his ear, saying coldly, "What did I just say? Have you forgotten?"

"I'll give up my seat, please give up my seat!" the white-haired man pleaded in anguish.

He had no idea what was wrong with the other person.

Who would stab someone with a knife just because of a position?
That's absolutely insane!

"You're only saying you'll give in now? I'm not willing," Abu sneered.

"Boss, what do you want? I beg you, please let me go!" the white-haired man pleaded, suspecting that the other party was simply there to cause trouble.

"Let you go? Fine, bring me 500,000 and I'll let you go," Abu said directly.

"Of course, I'm not talking about Thai baht or Hong Kong dollars, but US dollars."

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

You actually made someone pay 500,000 yuan just because of whether or not someone gives up their seat?
Are you really that inhumane?

"Boss, even if you sell me, I still won't get 500,000," the white-haired man said painfully.

"How about a discount... fifty yuan, okay?"

"Fine, I'll break your bones," Abu said with a grin, making the white-haired man even more frightened.

Abu raised his hand and handed the other person another beer bottle before slowly sitting down.

He then pointed to the henchmen around him:
"Call your boss and tell him to come over. Since you guys don't have money, he definitely does.

Zhang Chun and his group had already pulled down the iron gate, leaving the motorcycle gang with nowhere to run.

If you move even slightly, he will stab you with the knife in his hand.

They were practically terrified.

He could only tremble as he called their motorcycle gang leader.

Rem, who was drinking at the bar, received the message.

Suddenly he became furious.

He kicked the table over: "Damn it! Which bastard is so bold as to dare cause trouble in my place?"

"Boss, what's going on?" a trusted aide immediately asked.

“A few bastards came here to cause trouble, and they even tried to take my money…” Rem cursed.

"Is it Che Baoshan? I've heard he's a really good fighter. If it really is him, it's no surprise that Bai Mao and the others got taken care of," the confidant immediately said.

Rem thought about it carefully and realized it made sense.

Bangkok is all the same; it was originally Jiang Tianyang's territory.

Now I've taken it from myself.

If the other party were to come knocking on our door now, it would seem perfectly reasonable.

Rem was well aware that among all the local strongmen here, she was the weakest.

You only pick the softest persimmons.

"Just in case, find a few more gunmen. If Che Baoshan really wants to take back Tuodi, then just take him out!" Rem said fiercely.

"Trying to take a piece of flesh from me? Do you really think I'm a liar?"

"If I can't have it, I'd rather destroy it!"

……

"You're Rem?" Abu sat on the corner of the table, looking at the bald man in front of him, with a bloodied white-haired man under his feet.

The motorcycle gang members around them all huddled together, trembling with fear, their hands covering their heads.

The gunmen behind Rem were somewhat wary, but seeing that there were only a few of them, they didn't seem too nervous.

Seeing her subordinates being dealt with so thoroughly, Rem's anger flared up immediately. She gritted her teeth and roared, "You're not Che Baoshan, who are you?"

"How dare you mess with my motorcycle gang? Haven't you ever died before?"

"I'm asking you, are you Rem?" Abu said calmly.

"Am I fucking asking you if you're looking to die?! Do you even know who I am?"

“I’m asking you… never mind… bang!” Abu suddenly pulled out his Black Star gun and shot Rem dead, then pointed the gun at the others.

Bang bang bang!

Although the others were wary, the negotiations were still ongoing, and there was no sign of a breakdown or a falling out.

Who would have thought the other party would suddenly do something like that?
They were caught off guard and were knocked down two or three times in a row.

The others were taken aback and were about to draw their guns when Zhang Chun and his men took them down.

They all had short-barreled shotguns.

It's only a bit longer than a pistol, but its lethality is in no way diminished.

The blood mist exploded up to the ceiling.

"Ah! Ahhh!" The white-haired man screamed in terror at the sight, his whole body trembling, and he urinated and defecated all at once.

"Tsk tsk, how can you be so useless? Where did your toughness go?" Abu stood up with a look of disgust.

Then he kicked it again:
"Is he your boss?"

"Yes, yes! Don't kill me, boss, please don't kill me, please..." The white-haired man was still begging for mercy and screaming.

The fear in my heart had long since overshadowed the pain of the wound.

He was truly terrified at this moment.

I don't know where this ruthless person came from, they're really too vicious.

"That's good." Abu nodded in satisfaction. He already knew that the other party was Rem, but he just needed to confirm it again.

Then he looked at the other motorcycle gang members, whose faces were also filled with fear and dread:
"From now on, Hung Hing will be in charge here! Who's in favor, and who's against?"

"Don't worry, I'm a very democratic person. As long as you express your opinions, I will definitely change them." Abu pointed the gun at them and waved it around, all smiles.

He learned this trick from Nan Zheng.

Looking at it now, it's indeed quite good.

Everyone nodded in agreement with delight; there wasn't a single person who disagreed.

Indeed, democracy can bring the greatest loyalty!

“Very good. Now, I'll trouble you to make a phone call and spread the word that your boss is dead, and everything here now belongs to our Thai Hung Hing branch.” Abu waved his hand and also told Zhang Chun to call people.

Rem never expected that the other party wasn't there to ask for money at all.

It's a sting operation, aimed at killing him.

If he had known this would be the outcome, he would never have come...

However, the deed is done.

In less than five minutes, Han Bin arrived with his large entourage.

As soon as he got out of the car, Abu immediately ordered all the Hung Hing members to start planting flags.

If any members of the motorcycle gang dared to resist, they would be chopped up and thrown onto the street to be fed to the dogs.

The message has been sent out; if they still don't behave, they'll only be dead.

"No wonder he's a veteran, ruthless and quicker than any gangster." Han Bin was immediately amazed when he entered the room and saw the mess on the floor.

"Now that we've seen them and know they're the boss, why are we dragging our feet and not taking action quickly?" Abu lit a cigarette and said lazily.

"Let's wrap up work early and get back to port soon."

"Looks like you really do have a physical attraction to your girlfriend," Han Bin said with a smile.

"Huh? You know what?"

"I don't know, but I'm a man too... What gives a man such motivation, besides money and power, is naturally a woman."

"Even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman." Han Bin patted Abu on the shoulder with an expression that said, "Every man understands."

This made Abu a little embarrassed.

He thought he had hidden it well, but he didn't expect that he would still be found out.

It turns out Han Bin is quite the expert.

(End of this chapter)