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

Chapter 67: From 67 o'clock onwards, my word is law.

Nan Zheng was very close to Huo Min, and could even feel the beads of sweat on Huo Min's snow-white neck from nervousness, and her body exuded a strange fragrance.

Huo Min and He Min look three or four parts alike, but the former is more spoiled and has very fair skin, while the latter is more refined and has a charming personality.

I don't know what happens in bed.

"I know you are Huo Huan's daughter. Take me to see him." Nan Zheng leaned closer and whispered, Huo Min could even feel a chill in her ear.

"You bastard!" Huo Min gritted her teeth in anger, her body trembling slightly.

Nan Zheng was amused; she hadn't expected the other person to have such sensitive ears.

They've all been blowing stress.

"No need to look anymore, I'm here." However, before Huo Min could lead the way, a middle-aged man surrounded by several teenagers flashed through the doorway.

He was around forty years old, dressed in a suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He looked refined and easygoing, and didn't look like a martial artist at all.

"You're Huo Huan?" Nan Zheng turned her head to look at the man, still holding Huo Min's ponytail in her hand.

"It's me." Huo Huan looked at Huo Min's nervous appearance, and then saw a black shoe print on Zheng Wei's stomach, indicating that he was half-dead from being beaten. He was both angry and furious.

If it weren't for the fact that Wang Jianguo and his men all had guns, he would have shot them dead and thrown them out long ago.

"Huo Min, go over there and practice your moves with him," Nan Zheng said, lighting a cigarette.

"It would be best to find an opportunity to kill him."

"What did you say?" Huo Min looked at Nan Zheng in shock, and even Wang Jianguo and the others were dumbfounded.

"Don't forget, you're my bodyguard now."

"You promised to come yourself."

Huo Min was both angry and furious, so angry that she stomped her feet.

You immediately told me to beat up my dad? And you want me to find a chance to kill him?

You're inhuman!
"My esteemed heroes, if my daughter suffers any harm, I will take full responsibility. There's no need for teasing," Huo Huan said, noticing the playful glint in Nan Zheng's expression.
"My daughter is only sixteen years old and has not experienced much of the ways of the world. Please forgive her."

Nan Zheng was stunned when she saw Huo Min's long, white, and glowing legs, which were over a meter long.

You call this 16 years old?
"Old man, not bad attitude." Wang Jianguo smirked and glanced at Zheng Wei, who was beaten like a dog. "But your men are no good, too arrogant."

"If it weren't for my kind heart, you would all be a hornet's nest by now."

"I'm sorry," Huo Huan said, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

He has no choice but to apologize now.

“My purpose is very simple. If you knew the situation yesterday, you would know that I was recruiting soldiers…” Nan Zheng said, exhaling a cloud of mist.

"I'm doing quite well in Tai O," Huo Huan said with a smile, implying that he had money and connections, and even owned a villa with tens of thousands of square feet, so why would anyone try to recruit him?

Apologizing is one thing, and maintaining the arrogance of a martial arts master is another.

"Whether it's good or not, we'll only know after we fight." Nan Zheng waved her hand, and Gao Jin put away his dagger and charged forward again.

Just as Zheng Wei was about to get up, Wang Jianguo rushed over and stomped him on the ground, cursing, "Didn't I tell you to get up! Keep kneeling."

Zheng Wei gritted his teeth and glared fiercely.

"Keep that look on your face, and see if I dare to beat you to death! My boss is recruiting the Huo family, who do you think you are?" Wang Jianguo said with a contemptuous look.

Seeing the indifferent attitude of Nan Zheng and the others, Zheng Wei's expression stiffened.

Gradually, a smile that looked more like a grimace appeared on his face.

"..."

Gao Jin and Huo Huan immediately unleashed all hard moves, with almost no defense. While probing each other with all their might, the two exchanged seven or eight moves in a short time. It was also clear that Huo Huan quickly switched from Huo Family Bajiquan to Mizongquan moves with a surprised expression.

Gao Jin was proficient in Baguazhang and Xingyiquan, so all his moves were based on using softness to overcome hardness, making him a natural counter to hard martial arts like Bajiquan.

It's quite impressive that Zheng Wei wasn't beaten to death.

At the same time, Gao Jin noticed an opening and suddenly grabbed Huo Huan's armpit tendons with his hand. Huo Huan felt a sharp pain and immediately recoiled. Gao Jin quickly turned around and delivered a flying kick.

The kick was aimed straight at Huo Huan's forehead.

Huo Huan's expression changed, and he quickly took a step back, suddenly regaining his footing.

"bang"

Their fists collided, and Gao Jin inexplicably took a step back. Huo Huan was completely unharmed, though there was a shoe print on his suit.

"Iron Shirt?" Gao Jin was genuinely surprised this time.

"Young man, you have good insight." Huo Huan quickly unleashed a set of old man's fist techniques to dissipate the force, and his fierce face instantly turned calm.

"That's enough." Nan Zheng clapped her hands, ending the competition between the two. She could tell that Huo Huan's strength was probably lower than hers, but he was more resistant to blows.

To put it simply, "Iron Shirt" is actually the ability to withstand blows, except that Huo Huan's ability to withstand blows is in the style of Chinese "traditional martial arts," rather than the "hard martial arts" style of the Thai region.

The former involves dual training of muscles, bones, and internal organs. When injured, one can dissipate and transfer the force through punches, and it's not as mystical as being invulnerable to swords and spears as depicted in movies.

The latter focuses on the muscles and bones, making their bones and resilience harder than those of ordinary boxers.

Both require more than a decade of dedicated study to achieve.

The former is more resistant to blows and more difficult to learn. The most effective counter to Iron Shirt is Tongbei Quan.

This isn't boasting; even back in Nan Zheng's previous life, there were quite a few short videos. Especially the descendant of Wong Fei-hung, who looks like he's thirty at seventy.

This is also one of the benefits of practicing internal organs to prevent aging and keep one young.

But... even if you're incredibly resilient, can you withstand bullets?

Times have changed, adults.

So I'm still the coolest! Because I know how to use guns, and all kinds of guns at that.

“Mr. Huo, I’ve already made my purpose very clear, so I won’t repeat it,” Nan Zheng said.

“You have money and connections, and you can live a carefree life in Tai O... But don’t forget, as Chen Zhen’s direct descendant, having no heir is a serious matter.”

"Do you really think you can lead the Huo family martial arts to continue on just because you have a daughter? Do you think that's possible? Come with me to Hong Kong Island. I only need six months to make your Huo family martial arts flourish and let Hong Kong, Macau and Taiwan know about your fame and strength."

"I won't say that your fame will surpass that of your ancestors, but it's definitely not a problem to ensure that your Huo family style of boxing continues and that your status is on par with your ancestors."

How can we quickly carry forward and promote our heritage? By fighting it out, of course!

Being a gangster is the best choice; wherever you come from, that's the road to fame.

What moves a successful person like Huo Huan the most? It's not money or profit, so it must be fame.

Otherwise, why would he open a shabby martial arts school when he's already got a mountain of gold and silver by the time he's forty?
Nan Zheng's words didn't mention money or power, but the word "name" alone made Huo Huan ponder.

Sure enough, he was truly moved.

No one can resist the immense temptation of surpassing their predecessors in influence, just as ancient generals could not resist the allure of sealing the wolf's lair.

Because it is not only a symbol of status, but also the best proof of one's own strength.

After all, he's already over forty. Although there's still a possibility of having children, who can guarantee that the next one will be a son? Besides, by the time his son grows up, the father will be old and dead.

How much can he teach this son?
"Please come to my humble abode, distinguished guests." Huo Huan then clasped his hands in a fist salute and left.

Nan Zheng and her group arrived at the large villa behind the mountain. After entering the several-thousand-square-foot hall, they exclaimed in amazement, "You call this a humble abode? Then what I live in must be a doghouse?"

My future father-in-law is really interesting.

I'm liking him more and more.

Leaving Wang Jianguo and the others in the lobby, the two went into the tea room. Huo Huan sat down and asked, "What do you want to do?"

“It’s very simple. I’ll have my men train you in boxing, turning you into swordsmen. Over time, all my men will become disciples of the Huo family,” Nan Zheng said directly.

Huo Huan was taken aback: "That simple?"

“It’s that simple.” Nan Zheng laughed. “Mr. Huo, do you know what it means to accumulate small amounts into large ones? I have several thousand men under my command, and Hung Hing has tens of thousands. If we took them all out, they would scare people to death! You think it’s a small number?”

Huo Huan stared at Nan Zheng in disbelief.

He only just realized that the other party was a gang leader.

"Although you are in Tai O, you are essentially still connected to Hong Kong Island. You should have heard of Hung Hing... There are plenty of people in our line of work who fight and kill, and those who survive will naturally boast about themselves. If they have trained under you, it will naturally reflect your strength, regardless of how strong they are."

"Because this is called survivor bias!" Nan Zheng lit another cigarette.

"Besides, you didn't have a choice."

Huo Huan's face immediately fell.

He really had no choice, otherwise he would have kicked those bastards, Nan Zheng, out long ago.

However, what Nan Zheng said really touched him.

It's only half a year, so we can wait and see.

If things don't turn out the way they expect, I'll just take my men back to Tai O, and the Hung Hing people won't be able to do anything about it.

After all, everyone has to save face when they're out in the world.

"I agree." Huo Huan finally nodded, and Nan Zheng immediately beamed with joy.

“That’s more like it, future father-in-law… oh no, I mean the future number one martial arts master of the Huo family.”

Huo Huan's face darkened; he was so angry he wanted to beat this little bastard to death.

He set his sights on my daughter after only meeting her for the first time?

"I'll go pack my things first." Huo Huan thought for a moment and decided to go to Hong Kong Island first.

He hasn't been there for many years.

……

Meanwhile, Huang Zhicheng, from the anti-triad unit, could no longer tolerate the situation and decided to lead his men to Tsim Sha Tsui East.

He tolerated Liang Zheng's outburst in Tsim Sha Tsui last time.

They tolerated the subsequent uproar caused by the oustering of Hung Tai and the ensuing chaos in Yau Tsim Mong.

This time, they've actually messed with Lian Haolong again.

If we don't go and teach them a lesson, they'll really become lawless in Yau Tsim Mong.

I'm the local bigwig here.

……

"Is this Hong Kong Island?" The group landed at Tuen Mun Pier at night. Huo Min looked at the desolate and dilapidated housing estates around them with a puzzled expression. "This is the New Territories."

“If you want to see the real Hong Kong Island, you have to go to Kowloon first, and then the main island,” Tai-bo said with a laugh as he made a phone call.

Before long, Hua Di arrived with a large group of more than a dozen black sedans.

"Brother Zheng, Master Zheng!" Over a hundred people greeted them in unison, surprising everyone.

Recently, Hung Hing and Tung Sing have been fighting fiercely, so many people have come to protect Nam Keng.

Hua Di drove up in his Tiger Head car, and Nan Zheng waved for Huo Huan, Huo Min, and Tai Bao to get in.

The rest of the group took an MPV back to Tsim Sha Tsui.

Huo Min sat on the back of the Tiger Head Ben, touching this and that, looking on with a look of novelty and surprise.

"How many years has it been since you last came back? You don't even know where this is?"

Nan Zheng never expected to meet a martial arts version of Zhang Min. From now on, one will be in charge of the home, the other will be in charge of external affairs, one will be in the toilet, and the other will be in the kitchen...

He didn't mean anything by it; he was just talking about sweeping the floor.

"There's nothing worth going to in those foreign countries. It's better to go back to the mainland." Huo Huan's expression was somewhat disgusted: "Back when the Japanese occupied the country, they made our fathers kill the puppet troops. Those British soldiers were incredibly nasty."

"It's always been Guangdong, so blame the Qing Dynasty if you want," Nan Zheng said calmly.

Huo Min looked somewhat sad, having heard that her grandfather had been beheaded and his head displayed in public while protecting the villagers of Tai O.

This is the real reason why Huo Huan hates foreigners.

Soon we passed through Jordan, Mong Kok and Yau Ma Tei. The streets were teeming with people, various entertainment venues were springing up everywhere, and skyscrapers stood tall in the clouds. Even the air was filled with the scent of extravagance and decadence.

Upon landing in Tsim Sha Tsui East, one can still see Victoria Harbour in the distance, a breathtaking sight after the hustle and bustle has faded.

"It's been so long since I've been to Tsim Sha Tsui East. I didn't expect it to have changed so much." Huo Huan looked around and exclaimed. Huo Min and Zheng Wei were even more shocked.

“It’s not that Tsim Sha Tsui has changed a lot, but that it’s because of me that Tsim Sha Tsui has changed.” Nan Zheng laughed heartily.

"Compared to other areas, the most important thing about Tsim Sha Tsui is its cleanliness and tidiness. There are no gangsters collecting protection money. It's full of businesses and crowds, and it's still very prosperous."

This is the fundamental change.

Huo Huan nodded in agreement.

"Brother Zheng".

"Brother Zheng".

"Master Zheng!"

On the way to the Night Never Ends nightclub, there were countless underlings greeting us.

"These, these are all your people?" Huo Min stared at Nan Zheng in disbelief. They had only walked a few dozen meters when at least three or four hundred people were flattering him.

“Four streets, more than two thousand people. You’ll soon find out that being my bodyguard won’t hurt you; in fact, you’ll benefit from it.” Nan Zheng pointed, and Huo Min smirked.

Upon arriving at the office, I was greeted by Huang Dawen sitting on the sofa with a smile on his face.

"Oh, everyone's here." Nan Zheng laughed. Huang Dawen, seeing that there were outsiders present, wisely gave an OK sign.

It means the security company issue has been resolved.

"Tonight is truly a double celebration." Nan Zheng was in high spirits.

"With me included, it'll be a triple celebration."

A mocking voice suddenly came from outside, followed by a dozen plainclothes officers walking in.

"Wow, everyone's here!" Huang Zhicheng, who was in the lead, looked at the group of people in the office and clicked his tongue in amazement.

He then looked at Nan Zheng and said, "Nan Zheng, I now suspect that you are involved in a murder case. Please come back to the anti-triad unit with me."

"You think it is just because you say so?" Nan Zheng scoffed, while Huo Huan behind her looked on with great interest.

This just happened when I arrived...

He wanted to see how Nan Zheng would handle it.

“Ling Zheng, you’re a gangster, I’m a cop. I suspect you have triad affiliations, which is enough to warrant a 48-hour ‘chat’ with you.” Huang Zhicheng said with a mocking expression.

"Inspector Wong, how much does an inspector earn per month?" Nan Zheng asked.

"Does this have anything to do with asking you to come back?"

"Of course it's relevant. You're the first person to work so hard as a dog. I'm short-handed right now, and I need someone like you who's both hardworking and willing to risk his life. How about I double your salary?"

"Take him back to the anti-triad unit!" Huang Zhicheng's face immediately darkened, and several plainclothes officers stepped forward.

"Look, he's in a hurry."

"I was just telling the truth, and you got so angry? Didn't the foreigners give you a bonus?" Nan Zheng said with a chuckle.

“Insulting the Royal Police, plus this crime.” Huang Zhicheng’s face turned ashen.

Several plainclothes officers came up with handcuffs, and Wang Jianguo and his men immediately blocked Nan Zheng's way.

"What are you doing?" Huang Zhicheng shouted, pointing.

“Inspector Wong, you need to be based on evidence. Don’t be so hasty… Be careful that one day you’re the only one left on the household registration book, that wouldn’t be good.” Nan Zheng’s eyes immediately turned cold.

"Are you threatening me?" Huang Zhicheng said with a grim expression.

"Are you worthy?"

I'll do anything for everyone, why would I be afraid of a mere assistant?
Upon hearing the commotion, the henchmen outside quickly rushed into the nightclub, making the hall, which could accommodate thousands of people, crowded. The anti-triad team was immediately surrounded from both sides.

Wang Jianjun stepped forward, pointed at Huang Zhicheng, and yelled, "What do you want to do?"

"Are you bunch of bastards trying to rebel?" Huang Zhicheng cursed.

"I outnumber you!" Wang Jianjun, with a very impulsive temper, said condescendingly, hands in his pockets.
"Trying to escalate things? Watch out, or I might just take your gun!"

"Let's see how you explain this to the foreigners when you get back."

Huang Zhicheng was both shocked and furious; he never expected Liang Zheng to be so arrogant.

They didn't take the anti-crime team seriously at all.

Now they're in a difficult situation.

"Arrest them!" Huang Zhicheng said through gritted teeth. If they left now, how could he continue to work?

A dozen plainclothes officers reluctantly went up, one of the younger ones pressing down on Nan Zheng's shoulder.

Nan Zheng turned around and kicked the person, causing them to kneel down.

"Fuck you!"

"Liangzheng, what are you doing?" The anti-gangster team members all exploded, shoving and pushing each other around.

"Shut the fuck up!" Nan Zheng kicked over the desk in front of her, and the whole room fell silent instantly.

Pointing at Huang Zhicheng, he cursed, "Fuck your mother! If you have the guts, show me the arrest warrant, or I'll sue you until the grass grows tall on your grave! I can bury you in money!"

He then looked at the several young plainclothes officers, his expression menacing:

"You want to mess with me? Fine, I'll fucking mess with you to the very end! I'll mess with you until your whole family is crippled, until your whole family is wiped out, and I'll even take you to court until your ancestors for eighteen generations have their graves dug up and their halls demolished!"

The plainclothes officer's face turned extremely ugly upon hearing these words.

We've seen plenty of arrogant gangsters, but this is the first one to be so arrogant as to dare to attack the anti-triad unit.

Nan Zheng then turned to the onlookers outside and yelled, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen such a handsome boss before? All of you, get back to your drinking rooms!"

The group immediately dispersed, looking dejected.

Nan Zheng's attitude exceeded Huang Zhicheng's expectations, and even more so Huo Huan and the others' expectations.

The entire room fell silent, as if exchanging pleasantries.

"Liang Zheng, don't be so arrogant!" Huang Zhicheng said through gritted teeth, his smile extremely ugly.

Seeing that things were about right, Wong Tai-man stepped forward and showed his identification: "Tsim Sha Tsui Law Firm, Wong Tai-man".

"Huh?" Huang Zhicheng felt like he'd been screwed over when he saw Huang Dawen's 'lawyer's certificate.

How did Liang Zheng manage to bring in even a top lawyer?
No wonder that little bastard is so arrogant.

“My point is very simple: Hong Kong Island has human rights! If you think Mr. Nan is a triad member, then let me ask you… where is the arrest warrant? Where is the triad roster?”

"You dare to arrest people without any evidence? Is this how your superiors taught you to do things?" Huang Dawen stared intently at Huang Zhicheng's illegal actions, making the anti-gang team members feel extremely uneasy.

Huang Dawen knows this all too well, because he was originally a member of the triad.

"What do you want?" Huang Zhicheng said coldly.

“If you still don’t leave, I think I can volunteer to be Mr. Nan’s defense lawyer for self-defense. Let’s have some tea with the Department of Justice and the Independent Commission Against Corruption, and while we’re at it, let’s talk about your dozen or so irregularities, Inspector Wong…” Wong Tai Man grinned, delivering a crushing blow to Wong Chi Shing with a single sentence.

The anti-gangsters became even quieter.

If it were any other gangsters, they would dare to openly arrest people.

The key is that Nan Zheng has a top lawyer in front of her.

This matter was never formally handled, and Huang Zhicheng's original intention was merely to give a warning. But now that it has blown up so much, if Liang Zheng were to report it to the foreigners, even if he didn't lose his job, he could forget about ever getting promoted again.

"Did you hear that? So many violations. Are you going to stay and wait for us to treat you to dinner?" Wang Jianjun said disdainfully as soon as Nan Zheng sat down without speaking.

"Get lost!" a group of henchmen taunted.

"Liangzheng, you're something else." Huang Zhicheng finally understood why Nanzheng was so arrogant; she had really lost face this time.

However, just as the anti-gangsters were about to leave, they were stopped by someone behind them.

"Can you leave now?"

"Liangzheng, what else do you want?" Seeing people crowding around again, Huang Zhicheng's face turned ashen.

"Come back again, and remember this one sentence."

"What did you say?" Huang Zhicheng stopped and turned to stare at Nan Zheng with narrowed eyes.

The other plainclothes officers from the anti-triad unit also turned their heads away.

"The bright moon shines over Tsim Sha Tsui."

"From now on, my word will be law at midnight."

Nan Zheng's lips curled into a contemptuous sneer, her expression cold, arrogant, domineering, and haughty.

(End of this chapter)