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

Chapter 35 "35" Rules? I am the rule.

"This little villa is really nice; it has a large yard, a fountain, and a parking lot."

Nan Zheng pushed open the iron chain gate, went inside, glanced around, and nodded in satisfaction.

The villa's hall is entirely in a European style, complete with sofas and a wine cabinet; even the sofas are made of genuine leather.

He was increasingly satisfied with Old Ghost Pan's judgment.

Because now this villa belongs to me.

Taibao opened a money box next to him, and the full box of banknotes immediately spilled all over the floor.

Taibao's breathing suddenly became rapid.

No one could remain calm in the face of so much money, not even Nan Zheng was surprised.

Because there's also a property deed here, which says it's worth about three million.

These are the small villas here.

Pan Ge lay on the ground, clutching his stomach and gritting his teeth, saying, "This money is all my savings right now, Liang Zheng. I don't ask anything of you, I just want you to follow the rules of the underworld... don't let your family suffer!"

"Rules? What rules? Did you ask me?" Nan Zheng turned her head and sneered, "Master Pan, here, I am the rule!"

He looked around again:
"However, I'm a kind-hearted person! It's not like I can't give you a chance..."

"What opportunity? As long as you let them go, I promise to tell the truth," Brother Pan said hurriedly, as if he had grasped a lifeline.

"Where is the goods?" Nan Zheng lit a cigarette; this was what he wanted most.

He didn't care about his wife or sister-in-law, even though he genuinely liked them.

But he's not interested at all now; he wants the goods from the Seven Great Vajras.

Otherwise, with those three million or so, he would have spent it all on his underlings and wouldn't have gotten a single penny for himself.

What does "spending money" mean?
Stealing someone else's money, putting it in your pocket, and then spending it—that's what spending money really means.

Spending your own money is called losing money.

"Tonight, someone will deliver a shipment worth ten million dollars to Kowloon Pier. Only the seven of us bosses know about this... But now that we're either dead or injured, there's probably no one who can take it on," Brother Pan said quickly, without any intention of hiding anything.

“There’s also a flowering branch,” Nan Zheng said casually.

Huazhi is the seventh of the Seven Great Vajras.

He had already gathered information; all six of the "King Kongs" had shown up, and he was the only one hiding tonight.

Clearly, this guy has no desire to get involved in the affairs of the martial arts world.

Of course, it was a wise move.

"That's fine. As long as one person is still alive, he will definitely go and get the goods."

"Because this is the capital to turn things around."

"Uncle Pan, I really appreciate your honesty!" Nan Zheng patted the half-dead old ghost Pan and laughed.

"Since you've been so honest today, I'll let you off the hook."

"Really?" Brother Pan's face was full of disbelief.

"I already said, I have a kind heart! How could I kill people indiscriminately?"

"I've never been one to shed blood," Nan Zheng exhaled a cloud of mist, summoning several of her underlings.

“Take Brother Pan back to Tuen Mun. I know how many streets he lives on there.”

"Don't go out unless you have to. Take good care of yourself and enjoy your retirement. Otherwise, you might fall and kill yourself when you go out."

Even after being helped into the car by his two henchmen, Brother Pan was still in shock.

Liang Zheng actually let him off the hook like that?

Is he really that kind-hearted? Isn't he afraid of getting revenge?
Nan Zheng didn't even glance at the car until it was far away. Instead, she picked up stacks of banknotes and threw them at Tai Bao.

Forty stacks means four hundred thousand.

My arms were stuffed full and kept falling down.

"Boss, are they all for me?" Tai Bao looked overjoyed, and Nan Zheng slapped him.

"You've already taken the gold chain, how many more do you want?"

“Aladdin, Achai Gaojin and the others, let’s share it together,” Nan Zheng said, and Taibao nodded excitedly.

Adding the big gold chain from before, and now the 100,000, he's made almost 300,000 tonight!

Even someone as cowardly and afraid of death as Taibao was deeply moved at this moment, and he had a strong urge to die for Nan Zheng.

Not to mention everyone else.

……

Meanwhile, Brother Pan had already been taken to Tuen Mun by his two underlings.

Even after returning to Changyi Society's territory, Brother Pan still looked dazed.

And I actually survived.

"Damn Liang Zheng, don't wait until I turn the tables, or I guarantee you'll die a horrible death!" Pan Ge hardened his heart and immediately turned on her.

He was nearly bankrupted by the other party tonight, so how could he possibly let go of this grudge?
But soon Brother Pan had no choice but to let go, whether he wanted to or not.

"They're here." A hoarse voice came from the side, and the car door suddenly opened. Pan Ge then saw that the outside was densely packed with Hung Hing members, and he immediately exploded. That's right, not Cheung Yee Society members, but Hung Hing!

It was still Leung Kwan who was leading the charge.

"Get off the bus!" Sha Qiang yanked Lao Gui Pan off the bus like a dead dog, stomped on him twice, spat on his head, and his face was full of hatred.

Liang Kun's underlings all wished they could devour Old Ghost Pan Sheng alive.

Previously, Leung Keng was attacked with a knife in Mong Kok, and Leung Kwan was almost attacked as well.

The key point is that it's still Lung Kwan's territory.

With such a huge scandal, Liang Kun's underlings have lost face. How could they not be angry?
With his hands in his pockets, Liang Kun slowly walked up to Brother Pan and looked down at him with disdain, saying, "Don't look, you country bumpkin. Back when Liang Zheng was taking you down, I had already swallowed up all of your Tuen Mun territory."

"I'm only giving you one chance now. Hand over all your money and your RV, and I'll either let you lie down alone, or... make you all neat and tidy. It's up to you." Liang Kun pointed playfully to the large pit he had dug behind him, clearly having come prepared.

Pan stared blankly at Liang Kun, then his face turned ashen, filled with utter despair.

He finally understood why Liang Zheng had let him go; she wanted to squeeze every last bit of value out of him.

Brother Pan knew very well that he was doomed to die at the hands of Liang Kun today, no matter what.

Finished!

This time it's really, completely over!
……

Nan Zheng arrived at the conference room in Tsim Sha Tsui, the place where the Seven Great Vajras held their meetings, which now belonged to him.

Now, hundreds of his underlings are standing on the street, holding their weapons and talking excitedly.

Upon seeing Nan Zheng get out of the car, the group immediately straightened their backs and shouted loudly and imposingly:
"Brother Zheng!"

Hundreds of people spoke in unison; the scene was quite impressive.

"What's all the noise about? Don't the neighbors need to sleep at night?" Nan Zheng said with a laugh, as the group of people joked and laughed.

Throw the money box directly from the trunk onto the ground:

“There’s about three million here. Tonight, each of you will take ten thousand. The rest of the expenses will be settled separately.”

"Ten thousand yuan per person, line up to get the money..." This sentence immediately caused a buzz in the crowd.

The whole audience was immediately excited.

Seeing so much cash, everyone's eyes turned red.

They were just low-level gangsters; they'd never seen so much money before.
More importantly, Nan Zheng didn't embezzle a single penny; she gave it all to them. That's the key point.

Who wouldn't want to follow a boss who treats his underlings' lives as their own? Who wouldn't want to risk their life for him?
"What's wrong? None of you are saying anything? Do you think there aren't enough?" Nan Zheng looked at her underlings, all of whom were speechless with shock, and said with a laugh:
"If you want to keep making more money, then work hard from now on. You'll get your share!"

Taibao immediately ordered his men to line up, and only then did Nan Zheng enter the meeting room.

He found a place to sit down and asked, "How did it go?"

“We’ve got both Tsim Sha Tsui properties in hand, and all the beautiful girls from the Seven Great Vajras have run off to Yau Ma Tei,” Ah Chai said.

"What about the casualties?"

“There are still more than a dozen seriously injured, a few dead, and most of the rest are lightly injured,” Gao Jin said coldly.

"For gangsters, life and death are normal. It doesn't matter if they're missing an arm or a leg, as long as they have a finger to masturbate."

“However, we need to take care of the aftermath. We’ll send all the disabled people to work in snack shops, and give them a 10% raise on their wages,” Nan Zheng said. Gao Jin nodded.

Nan Zheng started her business primarily for this purpose.

It's not enough to just give money to your underlings; you also have to show them a way out after they've risked their lives.

That way they will do their best to work for you, and even be able to take the fall when necessary.

When the time comes, we'll build a kindergarten so their sons and wives can all go there to study and work.

At that point, I'd be willing to risk my life for you, even become your suicide squad.

The all-inclusive service was so comprehensive that even the Governor of Hong Kong didn't arrange things this thoroughly for himself.

"We've taken over three streets in Tsim Sha Tsui, but we're still short-handed. We need to recruit another three hundred men. This time, I want men who are willing to fight and kill. We have enough manpower for the rest of the work."

“You can go get your money now. Just get the extra portion from Taibao.” Nan Zheng lit another cigarette, and Gao Jin and A Cai nodded.

I couldn't help but be moved.

These days, there are very few gang leaders who treat gangsters like human beings.

Some bastards not only make their underlings take the blame, but also pocket their settlement money. Those are the real scum.

They had all seen how generous Nan Zheng was.

"By the way, where's the magic lamp?" Nan Zheng suddenly asked, looking around but not seeing anyone.

"After cutting down Hong Le's dragon head, he disappeared without a trace," Li Cai said.

Nan Zheng pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

He knew where the magic lamp had gone.

"Then let's just leave it alone."

"I'll make a call, and you guys go check on the squid."

(End of this chapter)