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

Chapter 59 "59" When have I ever needed to explain myself since I started out in this business?
"Oh, you two know each other?"

Nan Zheng leaned against the office door, arms crossed, watching He Min and He Baixiang with a rather amused expression.

He Baixiang broke out in a cold sweat. He hadn't expected to see He Min here. He frantically tried to signal to her. Seeing his expression, He Min wasn't stupid. She stammered, "I said yes, brother."

"This guy looks like my pet brother."

"Amin, I've never heard of you being so kind-hearted before, keeping birds as pets?"

"I've seen plenty of bird-keeping."

"Get lost!" He Min punched Nan Zheng, her face flushed as she awkwardly said.
"That's my parents' house. You've never been there, so of course you wouldn't know."

"Oh—" Nan Zheng drawled, clearly disbelieving.

But I didn't make a fuss about it.

He already knew that He Baixiang was He Min's cousin; judging from his pathetic appearance, he probably already knew.

I just don't know why they're using this opportunity to get closer to me.

Is Ho Pak-cheung also part of the Major Crimes Unit?
"By the way, I haven't asked yet, what are you doing here?" He Min changed the subject.

"Damn it! This is my shop! I can come anytime I want!" Nan Zheng cursed.

"Something might happen in the next few days, you'd better carry a gun with you even when you sleep. Otherwise, if you get sold like a pig, I won't be able to save you." Nan Zheng deliberately handed him a Black Star pistol, and He Baixiang's eyes widened immediately.

"Who have you offended this time?" He Min understood the situation immediately, but she wasn't afraid.

She had long anticipated this day would come.

"I, Liang Zheng, have always acted with integrity and honesty. How could I offend anyone? It's just high-end business competition."

Nan Zheng chatted for a couple of minutes before A Cai called her out.

After watching the person walk away, He Min stared at the clumsy He Baixiang and frowned: "Aren't you a police officer from the Major Crimes Unit? What are you doing here?"

"I'm here undercover," He Baixiang said in a low voice, and He Min immediately exploded.

"You've infiltrated Ah Zheng's inner circle?"

"There's no way around it, this is the foreigner's idea. I heard this guy is connected to a recently deceased inspector, so they found a top talent like me to do an undercover mission."

The highest-ranking officer in the Major Crimes Unit is Chief Inspector Sir Torres, and the second-in-command is Wong Bing-Yiu.

Furthermore, since the other party was a foreigner and held a higher position than an official, it was possible to bypass Wong Bing Yiu and send an undercover agent directly.

“Let me tell you, my Azheng is a law-abiding citizen and won’t do anything that crosses the line. If you dare to frame me, I’ll chop you up first.”

He Baixiang was shocked when He Min picked up the Black Star and shook it.

"Damn it! When did you become so ruthless? You'd chop me up for a boyfriend?"

"We are siblings, blood is thicker than water."

"Table, of the table."

"..."

"What's going on?" Nan Zheng arrived at the dining hall, and A Cai pointed to the burly man not far away.

"This guy just came from Stanley. Tai-bo introduced him and said he wants to work for you."

"My sister-in-law also said that she's waiting for you to come. You can eat and drink whatever you want, as long as you don't cause trouble."

"Very good at fighting?"

"Anyway, no one can beat me, but they can eat a lot." A-Chai's lips twitched a few times. That guy ate dozens of rice balls in one day and one night, costing over a thousand yuan.

"I heard he has a nickname called Big Feet, and another nickname is Three Legs."

"Call them over," Nan Zheng said, lighting a cigarette, clearly intrigued.

In no time he saw Big Foot, who was over 1.9 meters tall, with a waist as thick as a wall, a bald head, and a somewhat simple and sleazy appearance. He was a head and a half taller than A-Chai.

Even if this kind of person can't fight, he can still block two more bullets than others when he's out there taking them as shields.

It's large and tall enough to be considered a walking protective wall.

"Brother Zheng! I've heard about you for a long time." Big Foot said excitedly, his three legs here were much taller than those in Hong Kong movies.

"Okay, from now on you'll be my leader! As long as you're loyal to me, money and girls are no problem." Nan Zheng patted Da Jiao's shoulder, her eyes immediately fixed on him.

"Thank you, Brother Zheng," Big Foot said happily. He hadn't expected to be accepted so quickly, and immediately patted his chest.
"Don't worry, I don't want money, I just want Brother Zheng to give me food in the future."

"If there's a Lion King, save me two big ones."

"Damn! It really is a toad with three legs." Nan Zheng looked down at the big foot and immediately laughed.

It's like a black cockroach reincarnated!

"Liangzheng." Just then, Fatty Li arrived by car and rushed over to greet her. He glanced at Big Feet and was startled: "Holy crap! An atomic bomb?"

Big Foot scratched his head but didn't say anything.

"Ah Zheng, take him to fight the Golden Lion King, he'll definitely be able to beat him!" Fatty Li suddenly laughed, he was full of mischief.

"We'll see." Nan Zheng was in a good mood; she had finally found someone who could take the bullet.

"Oh right, I've made arrangements with someone. We'll meet at a seafood restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui now."

"Tsk tsk, what have I done to deserve this? I actually need the divorced guy to invite me over?"

"You have enough influence!"

"..."

When they arrived at the seafood restaurant, Fatty Li made an excuse to urinate and left, and Nan Zheng understood what was going on.

He definitely has a stake in all of Ah Fa's businesses.

In the movie, Fat Lai was a traitor who followed Ben Lei Hu.

Seeing that he was making money, he decided to get involved as well.

No wonder this guy was in such a hurry to negotiate; he lost money too when his shop burned down.

Upon entering a private room, Nan Zheng immediately saw a thirty-year-old man in a suit, with a bald, fat man in a wheelchair sitting next to him.

It was Afa and Afa's cousin Dafa.

This "Dafa" is the manager of the gourmet snack shop, the one whose back was broken by the genie kick.

"Young Master Nan, let me introduce myself. My name is Afa, and my pen name is Zhongyixin Baizhishan." Afa stood up and extended his hand, but Nan Zheng sat down and lit a cigarette, ignoring him.

Afa awkwardly touched his hair before sitting down dejectedly.

"Speak plainly. I don't like talking about social niceties. I still have planes to fly." Nan Zheng said, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

“Brother Zheng, we had some misunderstandings before, but your people burned down my shop…” Da Fa, sitting in a wheelchair, said somewhat fearfully, because the magic lamp standing behind Nan Zheng was constantly watching him.

"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?"

"Well, someone spread the word that our boutique snack shop copied your specialty snack shop's products. But we're all just working for office workers, so the more capable we are, the more work we do. How could there be any piracy? After all, it's food, not consumer goods, so how can we register trademarks?" Ah Fa said with a smile.

Dafa immediately chimed in: "That's right, it's all in our stomachs. You Hung Hing people just say we copied you without saying a word. That doesn't make sense, does it?"

"Oh, so you want me to give you an explanation?" Nan Zheng suddenly smiled.

"No need for an explanation, after all, Brother Zheng is famous enough, but you should at least have evidence before you do things..."

"Evidence? I'll prove your mother! What I say is evidence." Before Dafa could finish speaking, Nanzheng kicked the table over, throwing pots and pans at him.

Ah Fa was startled, never expecting the other party to turn on him so quickly, and hurriedly dodged.

On the contrary, Dafa couldn't dodge at all, and was immediately overturned to the ground along with his chair by the dining table.

"You want me to give you an explanation? Who do you think you are? Huh? When have I ever needed to give an explanation in my life?" Nan Zheng stood up and pointed at the two brothers, A Fa and his brother, her expression fierce.

"If you want to fight, just say so. I have several thousand men under my command, and Hung Hing has tens of thousands. We can wipe you two brothers out!"

"Are you trying to play tricks or word games with me?"

"Then come on." Nan Zheng spat sarcastically on Da Fa's head before leading her people away.

If it weren't for the fact that it was broad daylight, he would have buried those two eggs alive.

Nan Zheng knew very well that He Baixiang's arrival meant that the White Path had taken notice of her.

It doesn't matter, we can just do things behind the scenes from now on.

If you want to do something, you can do it however you want.

It's just a matter of whether you dare or not.

On the spot, Ah Fa had his two underlings help Da Fa up, his face extremely grim.

"Brother, the other side is too arrogant." Dafa sat back in his wheelchair and said through gritted teeth.

He already had back pain, and now it's fucking even worse.

“In Tsim Sha Tsui, I’m the local big shot! Damn it, you think you can mess with me? Don’t worry, he won’t live long.” Ah Fa said with a ferocious expression, his eyes full of murderous intent.

He hadn't expected Liang Zheng to be so arrogant, showing absolutely no respect.

Then we can really start fighting.

Turning around, Ah Fa picked up the phone and dialed: "Hello? It's me, Tian Hong..."

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