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

Chapter 283 "272" I've never heard of you having a mother.
Inside a luxurious villa, the Eight-Faced Buddha, watching television, said without turning his head, "Has that young man from Hong Kong arrived?"

"I've met you, Boss." The bald man nodded.

"How are you feeling?" Eight-Faced Buddha asked casually, taking a puff of his cigar.

"Unruly, bloodthirsty, and like a madman, he's no ordinary person," the bald man said after a moment of silence.

"Ah Guang, are you praising him or criticizing him? Such high praise?"

"It's hard to say whether it's a high evaluation, but Liang Zheng is definitely not an ordinary person. If she were an ordinary person, she wouldn't be alive now and have achieved so much... She also has the kind of personality that hates evil as if it were her enemy." A Guang said calmly.

Despite being a drug lord, Eight-Faced Buddha is actually a psychology expert.

He used to be a teacher.

He is a college graduate.

Ah-Guang is his student and also has considerable expertise in psychology.

Therefore, you can roughly tell a person's personality just by looking at them.

Eight-Faced Buddha specifically sent Ah Guang to make contact with Nan Zheng first and find out her background.

"It's normal for someone like Nan Zheng to be arrogant and domineering, and to be lawless... After all, she's only in her early twenties and has already achieved so much, it's impossible for her not to be arrogant."

“If it were me, I’d be crazy too,” Ah Guang laughed, and the Eight-Faced Buddha nodded in agreement.

"Young man, this is how it is..."

“But I’ve also heard that something seems to have happened in Hong Kong, and Liang Zheng is going back.” Ah Guang thought for a moment and then said.

"In Hong Kong, there are actually people who dare to mess with him?" Eight-Faced Buddha was quite surprised.

His thoughts were exactly the same as Nan Zheng's.

After all, their reputation is too great; anyone who provokes them now is practically committing suicide.

"It seems it's not in Hong Kong Island, but in the DC area of ​​Macau. One of the heads of his gambling business died, and they have to rush over to deal with it," Ah Guang explained.

Upon hearing this, the Eight-Faced Buddha remained unconcerned: "Right now, Myna is annexing Khun Sa's territory and also taking over the businesses of those few people, including Zuo Shan Diao."

These all take time.

"It's not like a few more days will make a difference in the competition... as long as Liang Zheng can come."

"Also, ask him again if he needs any help; we'll do him a favor first," the Eight-Faced Buddha added.

Ah Guang readily agreed.

Eight-Faced Buddha's thoughts have always been simple: to work with Liang Zheng to take down Guan Cai Ba and divide his profits and business.

Then stretch out your legs and step into Hong Kong Island.

Even if the Eight-Faced Buddha were to act as a local tyrant here, the Golden Triangle is still just the Golden Triangle, not an economically booming region like the Four Asian Tigers.

It would be a lie to say that the Eight-Faced Buddha wasn't envious of these countries and regions.

Therefore, cooperating with Nan Zheng is the best choice.

If he doesn't agree...

At worst, I can just send my daughter to their door.

For the Eight-Faced Buddha, nothing is more important than his own interests.

Even children.

Just then, the Eight-Faced Buddha's butler strode over and said directly, "Master Buddha, our goods have arrived. Bobby was in charge of sales before, but now that he's dead, who will handle it?"

"Find Shali," said the Eight-Faced Buddha after thinking for a moment.

“Shali is used to fighting and killing, it’s time for him to experience business.”

“No problem.” The butler knew that Shali was not suited for this line of work, because business was about negotiation, not killing, and Shali was too reckless.

However, since the Eight-Faced Buddha is the boss, his word is law.

……

Meanwhile, on the Lao border, several people were eating and drinking in a Chinese restaurant.

Su Jianqiu glanced at the Golden Triangle area not far away and said, "Boss, are we really going to go over there and talk to Eight-Faced Buddha about goods?"

"Of course, otherwise why would I be here?" Blackie said, eating his steak.

Then he started cursing again:
"Damn it, if it weren't for that pretty girl who killed my good brother Bobby, I wouldn't have had to come all the way from Thailand to get here."

"To earn a little bit of money, you have to travel all over mountains and rivers. It's fucking tiring."

"Tens of millions is called making a little money." Su Jianqiu's lips twitched.

Just then, he saw a figure flash by in the restaurant's restroom.

Suddenly, a thought struck me.

"Boss, I need to go to the restroom first." Su Jianqiu took a sip of water and stood up.

Blackie didn't pay much attention, waved his hand, and continued eating.

Upon entering the restroom, Su Jianqiu immediately saw his childhood friend, Zhang Ziwei.

"Awei, what brings you here?"

“It’s my brother, of course he’d come.” Zhang Ziwei smiled.

He then continued, "Brother Tian is here too, but he's setting up a perimeter and gathering manpower. He's currently in the Golden Triangle."

Su Jianqiu closed the door, glanced at the toilet stall again, and after confirming that no one was there, cursed, "I must have owed you guys something in my past life!"

"You said I'd go undercover and figure out where the Eight-Faced Buddha was before you came... but you changed the plan at the last minute. Do you think I'm dead?"

"If something goes wrong and we all get caught, who will take care of my wife and kids?"

"Ah Qiu, there's nothing I can do about this. This is Superintendent Huang's order from above." Zhang Ziwei's expression also looked helpless.

Superintendent Wong was a newly promoted second-in-command by Lau Kit-fai, while Cheung Tsz-wai and Ma Ho-tin both belonged to the anti-drug squad.

Su Jianqiu is an undercover police officer who infiltrated Hei Chai's inner circle.

The most important goal is to wipe out the entire Eight-Faced Buddha criminal gang.

"Superintendent Huang? You fucking told him to go to hell!" Su Jianqiu was furious.

"Did you know that Liang Zheng is also in the Golden Triangle? I heard she lives in the territory of the Eight-Faced Buddha?"
If Liang Zheng saw so many Hong Kong people suddenly appearing in the Golden Triangle, even a fool would be suspicious! Even if he didn't cooperate with the Eight-Faced Buddha, how could they not have paid money while living on the Eight-Faced Buddha's territory?
If Liangzheng becomes suspicious, she can leak the information to Bamianfo to do him a favor, and then be investigated like this...

We're all going to die!

"What? Liang Zheng is here too?" Zhang Ziwei's expression finally changed.

He really didn't know about this.

For Hong Kong people, Liang Zheng's reputation is truly known to everyone.

I heard that the death of the last chief superintendent of the anti-narcotics unit was inextricably linked to him...

The fact that the anti-drug squad didn't know whether such an influential person was in the Golden Triangle is a fatal problem.

After all, Nan Zheng was also a target of the crackdown. If the other side thought that these people from the anti-drug squad were there to get him, then he might have taken him out before even seeing the Eight-Faced Buddha's face...

"What a fucking idiot!" Su Jianqiu could tell from Zhang Ziwei's expression that he knew nothing, so he couldn't help but curse.

He had wanted to rejoin the team for a long time, but there was nothing he could do; the higher-ups simply wouldn't allow it.

It is said that the Eight-Faced Buddha has been expanding rapidly recently and has already occupied a significant portion of the pink goods market on Hong Kong Island.

Su Jianqiu had been an undercover agent for almost ten years. With such experience, how could the higher-ups in the anti-drug squad possibly let him leave?

After all, they don't care whether you live or die; only sales figures matter.

"So what should we do now?" Zhang Ziwei couldn't help but ask. He hadn't turned to the dark side yet, and he still didn't have much of his own opinion.

"Call Ma Haotian and tell him to get his men out of the Golden Triangle as far away as possible. Make sure Liang Zheng doesn't see them, or we'll all die!" Su Jianqiu growled through gritted teeth.

Zhang Ziwei nodded.

"Ah Qiu, did you die in the toilet?" Black Chai's voice suddenly came from outside.

Su Jianqiu immediately rushed to the toilet, pulling up his pants as he returned to the restaurant, laughing, "I can't help it, these aren't the toilets in Hong Kong, I'm not used to them."

"I've heard of people being picky about their beds, but this is the first time I've heard of someone being picky about their toilet." Blackie chuckled, though he didn't seem to suspect anything.

Then he lit a cigarette:

"I've already sent someone to contact the Eight-Faced Buddha, and we'll go pick up the goods tonight."

“The contact is Shali, the son of the Eight-Faced Buddha.” “When you get there, behave yourself. This Shali is no ordinary person; he’s a complete lunatic and a pervert! If you show him the slightest disrespect, he’ll skin you alive and devour you.” Blackie said to his henchmen.

Su Jianqiu and the others immediately nodded.

They had naturally heard of Sha Li, a man with a notorious reputation.

However, Su Jianqiu was not afraid of this person, but rather of Nan Zheng.

He was unsure whether Nan Zheng would recognize him.

After all, Nan Zheng had been dealing with the righteous path for many years and was very familiar with imperial aura.

……

However, Nan Zheng was completely unaware of all this, and he returned to Hong Kong Island early the next morning.

After getting off the plane, Nan Zheng couldn't help but stretch as she stood by the roadside.

He yawned again: "Damn, I haven't been back for a while, but I still think Hong Kong Island is better."

“Indeed.” Li Xinxin nodded.

“I have something to do. You go back to Tuen Mun first, and I’ll talk to you later.” Nan Zheng glanced at her sideways, and Li Xinxin hesitated for a moment before nodding.

She was somewhat aware of what had happened in Hung Hing.

Li Xinxin already understood the priorities from Nan Zheng's anger and intensity last night.

Naturally, I won't cause any trouble.

She was still limping at that moment.

Just then, Big Foot arrived in his Chevrolet, and Nan Zheng immediately got into the car with her entourage.

"Boss!" Big Foot said with a grin.

"When did you get back? Did I tell you to come back?" Nan Zheng cursed, slapping him across the head.

"My house was being demolished, and I needed to sign some papers, so my mom told me to come back." Big Foot scratched his head.

"Really? That's awesome! They somehow ended up as victims of land expropriation compensation."

"But I've never heard of you having a mother before?" Nan Zheng slapped him on the head again.

I haven't played in a while, and my hands are itching to play.

He had previously sent Scarface, Big Foot, and the others to Japan to establish a branch of Hung Hing.

I really didn't expect Bigfoot to come back so suddenly.

It looks like they've been back for a few days now.

"Hey bro, is it even necessary to talk about having a mom? Everyone has one, right?" Big Foot chuckled, seemingly in a good mood.

It's obvious that they received a significant amount of compensation for the demolition.

"Stop talking nonsense, do you know what's going on lately?" Nan Zheng asked.

“I know a little,” Bigfoot said.

"However, it's hard to say exactly what will happen... Han Bin is currently investigating, and we should have news in a few days."

"I suspect that Big B's fall was caused by an outsider."

"You found out again?" Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow.

He just got back and doesn't know what changes have occurred in Macau and Hong Kong Island.

But Bigfoot definitely knows.

Having been out in the world for so long, even if I'm not very bright, I still have some skills.

"Of course I know! Think about it, who in their right mind would dare to mess with Hung Hing? If it were a local tyrant, they'd be undead, wouldn't they? Especially since 'Mr. Nam's' name is famous overseas and renowned throughout Southeast Asia..."

"If it really was those people from Macau who did it, they would have found out long ago, and they should be dead by now! When we get our revenge, we can take over their businesses and expand accordingly."

“These local bullies aren’t stupid, why would they give us this opportunity?” Big Foot voiced his thoughts.

"Oh ho, you've finally gotten smarter," Nan Zheng chuckled.

"I've been hanging around with the big boss for a long time, so I know a little bit about everything," Big Foot chuckled.

In fact, even without Da Jiao saying it, Nan Zheng knew it would be like this.

Normally, local bullies wouldn't dare to mess with them.

Even the Big Circle has to take a detour when facing Hung Hing now.

Where did those local gangsters get the guts to go against Hung Hing?
They even got rid of one of the key figures.

However, regardless of opinions, since the murderer cannot be found, the only option is to attack He Xin.

Who would have thought he was a local tyrant in Macau?

Since it wasn't him, he'll definitely come forward to help me investigate...

When the murderer is found, we can kill him, and at worst, we can apologize to him.

Nan Zheng is not at a disadvantage.

"Later, go and call a meeting with all the leaders of Hung Hing. I have something to announce," Nan Zheng said.

"No problem." Bigfoot nodded.

They soon arrived at Tsim Sha Tsui, and Nan Zheng swaggered back to the nightclub with her entourage.

Hundreds of people greeted him along the way.

It was extremely lively.

Even in broad daylight, Nan Zheng's reputation remains as great and bright as ever.

As soon as he returned to Hong Kong Island, many people in the underworld received the news.

"Attorney Yu, have you missed me?" After returning to her office, Nan Zheng raised her hand and leered at Yu Wenhui from afar.

This made Yu Wenhui blush with embarrassment.

"Boss, it's been a while, you still look the same. It's still daytime..."

"So what if it's daytime? This is Tsim Sha Tsui East, where my word counts!"

Nan Zheng kicked the office door shut, then grinned and pounced on the person on the sofa.

This immediately drew a gasp of surprise.

100,000 words of battle omitted...

An hour later, Nan Zheng lay leisurely on the sofa and lit a cigarette.

Refreshed.

Yu Wenhui lay on her chest, panting heavily, feeling weak and limp all over.

She hasn't been like this in a long time.

It's really hard to get used to doing it all at once.

"I didn't expect that Attorney Yu's figure would become even more beautiful after not seeing her for a while!" Nan Zheng said with a smile, pinching her pert buttocks.

Yu Wenhui hesitated for a moment.

Having finally returned to Hong Kong Island, it's only natural to release some pent-up energy and add to the excitement.

It's still the most comfortable place here.

There's no better place in Southeast Asia than here.

"Any news from Tsim Sha Tsui lately?" Nan Zheng asked, smoking a cigarette.

"No." Yu Wenhui reached out and hugged Nan Zheng's chest, whispering:
"It's always been stable here, and there are basically no fools who cause trouble."

"Brother Tai-bo is managing things well. But he hasn't been on Hong Kong Island lately. I heard he took a kid from Macau to the US to play billiards and win prize money."

"A kid from Australia? Plays billiards?" Nan Zheng pondered for a moment, then suddenly slapped her forehead.

I remembered.

Zhou Xiaolong.

If Yu Wenhui hadn't reminded him, he would have completely forgotten about this person.

(End of this chapter)