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

Chapter 7 "7" I was tricked by capital.

Nan Zheng didn't wake up until the afternoon of the next day.

I had just lit a cigarette to perk myself up when I suddenly saw a man in a suit sitting in the lobby. Instinctively, I pulled out a gun, pointed it at him, and shouted:
"Who the hell are you?"

"Haven't seen you in a while, and you've gotten into guns again," the man in the suit said with a smile as he turned his head.

"It's you?" Nan Zheng pursed her lips, casually put the gun aside, and continued smoking.

"You're a gangster illegally possessing a gun, which is enough to get you three years in prison. Aren't you afraid I'll arrest you?"

"What are you afraid of? We're related anyway. At worst, we'll just tell you about losing your gun."

"You little bastard!" The man in the suit was so angry that he couldn't help but curse.

Wong Bing-yiu, a superintendent in the Serious Crimes Unit, is related to Nam Kung's mother by being a distant uncle.

Nan Zheng had received a lot of care from him before.

How did you get in?

"You really are a forgetful person, aren't you? I helped you rent this house, have you forgotten?" Huang Bingyao mocked.

"Damn, I really forgot." Nan Zheng slapped her forehead.

"What do you want from me?"

"Since you already know I lost my gun, do I need to say more?" Huang Bingyao lit a cigarette and sat down on the edge of the bed, his chubby body taking up half the bed.

"You want me to help you find a gun?" Nan Zheng asked in surprise. Huang Bingyao had mentioned it to him before, but he had forgotten about it immediately.

Gangsters are always fighting and killing, they have no time to remember this.

"You idiot, you're not even going to help with this? Don't forget, back when you were in the orphanage, I was throwing money at you to give you extra food every day..."

"I helped you get into all the schools you attended, and I even arranged your backup plan."

"So you beat up your instructor on your first day at police academy, and then ran away to Hung Hing to become a gangster. You can't blame me for that, can you?" Wong Bing-Yiu asked.

"The mortality rate in the Major Crimes Unit is higher than that of gangsters. I'd be an idiot if I actually went in," Nan Zheng said, pursing her lips.

“A highly skilled person like me, even if I graduate, I’ll still have to go undercover in a gang and become a thug. It’s better to go straight to the top like I did now.”

Huang Bingyao: "???"

Huang Bingyao was unable to refute it.

He now believes that Nan Zheng is a real talent.

"How do you want me to investigate?"

"A group of students came to visit a while ago, and they must have been picked up by someone. My gun is a 'good guy' gun; I haven't used it for over ten years, it's very dangerous..."

"Students? Damn, that bunch of students from Xiao Yao? And the big guns behind them?" Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"You know?" Huang Bingyao immediately became excited.

“I don’t know much about it, but I’ve heard that my boss’s older brother is in the arms business,” Nan Zheng said casually.

"I'll check it out for you later."

"You little brat, I didn't spoil you for nothing, so it's a deal!" Huang Bingyao almost leaned in for a kiss, but Nan Zheng kicked him away.

To be fair, Huang Bingyao and his mother are only related by blood; they are not particularly close.

If it weren't for him supporting her, Nan Zheng might have really died.

It's just a gun check, nothing serious, so it's not like I can't agree to it.

Nan Zheng had seen Fight Back to School and vaguely remembered the plot, so it shouldn't be too difficult.

"So, am I considered an undercover agent now?" Nan Zheng suddenly asked.

"Undercover agent? Dream on." Huang Bingyao wagged his middle finger at Nan Zheng.

"At most, you're just a traitor."

"Also, I heard about what happened last night. Don't get too involved in this kind of thing."

"Otherwise, if you're caught red-handed, I won't be able to cover for you."

Nan Zheng sensed that these words had a deeper meaning.

……

Soon Huang Bingyao handed over a stack of money and left. Nan Zheng got up, opened her cheat code, and swiped through the shop.

I discovered that my attribute points have increased by 3,200.

"What's going on now?" Nan Zheng asked, puzzled.

"I remember now, it's that cash from the savage!"

One attribute point is exchanged for one hundred Hong Kong dollars. So, if you get 320,000 Hong Kong dollars, you will get 3,200 attribute points.

"So that's how it is. I finally understand the logic behind this cheat system," Nan Zheng muttered.

There are roughly three ways to gain attribute points: recruiting story minions grants 100 attribute points, and the higher the character's value, the more attribute points you get. Defeating them also grants points; for example, if a character is a story minion and also a high-ranking official, the accumulated buffs can amount to 1000 attribute points.

In addition to these, there are also options to spend money or earn money, and attribute points.

“You can gain attribute points in all three situations, which makes it easy to understand.” Nan Zheng then opened the Gold Finger Shop and browsed around.

He cursed again, "This stuff is fucking expensive."

Strengthening internal organs costs at least 100,000, while various martial arts and firearms skills start at 10,000.

The other tools are cheaper.

Some can be done for tens or hundreds of dollars.

"Damn it, have I been set up by capital?" Nan Zheng couldn't help but curse:

"Money is everywhere, but so are traps."

But soon, he saw what he wanted.

"Ancient Muay Thai - Beginner (Price: 3000)"

"Ancient Muay Thai? Even more awesome than Muay Thai?" Nan Zheng hesitated for a moment, then clicked to buy, and a warm current surged through her body.

He didn't really have a choice; among all the skills available, Muay Thai was the cheapest.

Nan Zheng quickly understood why ancient Muay Thai was so cheap. This style of boxing was highly lethal, with a more explosive power than Muay Thai, but it was also extremely harmful to the body.

If you don't have enough capacity to nourish your organs, your body will be ruined in ten or eight years.

No wonder in ancient times, the poor studied literature and the rich studied martial arts.

"But it doesn't matter, I'll use it for self-defense first." Nan Zheng directly spent thirty attribute points to upgrade Ancient Muay Thai to level three.

The attribute panel was immediately updated:

Attribute points: 500+
Constitution: 3.2
Skills: Rascal's Talk (Level 1), Muay Thai (Level 3)
Weapons: Silenced pistol, six-round pistol, standard Black Star pistol...

"Skill upgrade, does physique really increase accordingly? What a pleasant surprise!" Nan Zheng was immediately delighted.

He clenched his fist and felt an extraordinary amount of power, as if he had practiced real martial arts for several years.

I estimate that even the Golden Lion King could take on ten of them.

Is it right? You will know after trying it.

After a quick wash, I went outside and found Ahua and Taibao.

"How did you sleep last night?"

"Not bad." Ahua yawned, while Taibao rubbed his hands together slyly.

"You look great! Zheng-ge, I heard something happened last night?"

Wah-dee patted Tai-bao on the shoulder: "Who told you to go to bed so early last night? You missed a big show."

"There's nothing I can do, I'm over thirty, I'm not like you young people anymore," Tai-bao said helplessly.

“In that case, my brother and I will go get a foot massage. Taibao, you can continue parking.”

Tai Bao immediately straightened his back, his shifty eyes revealing a sly look, and said, "Brother Zheng, I feel like we're at full power right now, we could take on twenty Malay girls!"

“You’re one of the Malay rats,” Ahua laughed.

As Nan Zheng walked towards the bathhouse, she handed the two men several stacks of Hong Kong dollars: "You've been doing well lately, two thousand each."

This "well done" line was meant for Taibao to hear.

Hua Di, holding the money, was somewhat surprised: "Wow, boss, so much money?"

Who are we going to kill tonight?

"Brother, how come I never realized you were so heartless and ruthless? You'd kill someone just for money?"

"If you're going to accept gold, wouldn't you have to sleep with the Queen?"

However, Nan Zheng was not surprised by this.

Gangsters are already pretty desperate, so if they get paid, they'll definitely have to do something.

"Work hard, and I guarantee you'll make a fortune in the future."

"Thank you, boss!" Ahua was deeply moved.

Taibao suddenly became serious, quietly walked to Nan Zheng's side, and whispered:

"Boss, it seems like someone is following us."

Hua Di immediately became alert, but Nan Zheng nodded calmly:

"understood."

"Keep an eye on them and see what they're up to."

(End of this chapter)