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

Chapter 91 "91" Am I the kind of person who shouts for violence? (Updated with monthly votes)

In a luxurious private room at the Grand Hotel, Nan Zheng and Tang Judy sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the brightly lit streets of Causeway Bay.

At this moment, the two groups were facing each other, their knives and sticks clanging against the ground, and the whole street was filled with the sounds of impending conflict.

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, wearing a denim shirt and holding a samurai sword, Chan Ho-nam stared at the menacing-looking Situ Ho-nam across from him and said coldly, "I've said it before, there's only one Ho-nam in Causeway Bay, and that's me, Chan Ho-nam."

"Situ boy, I'll teach you a lesson tonight!"

"Chan Ho-nam, do you think you're some kind of 'Pretty Girl'? You think you can fight me with just over a hundred men? You're a real piece of trash who's never died before," Situ Ho-nam sneered.

However, despite facing four times the number of people, Chan Ho-nam remained fearless, while Chicken and Tai Tin Yee, among others, were eager to make their move and were equally ferocious.

"We'll only know who lives and who dies after the fight."

"Damn! Chan Ho-nam, you're really something... Kill them all!" Situ Ho-nam waved his hand, and He Yong led several hundred men charging forward angrily.

"Kill!" Chen Haonan took the lead, slashing down one of the men and crashing into the crowd, heading straight for Situ Haonan. Hundreds of men behind him also rushed into the crowd.

The two sides instantly engaged in a fierce battle in the street, with shouts of fighting echoing throughout the air, and sparks from the collision of weapons flying everywhere.

Like a ferocious fire dragon, it rampaged wildly.

……

Watching the carnage below, with people falling and blood flying everywhere, Tang Judy hesitated for a moment, then looked at Nan Zheng, who was watching with great interest, and said, "Mr. Nan, you brought me here just to see this?"

"Of course not, I just want to show you how strong I am," Nan Zheng said with a smile, a cigarette dangling from her lips.

"Strength? Does that mean all of Chen Haonan's men are yours?"

"Of course, otherwise, where would a newly appointed leader get so many thugs? A few hundred men and a few hundred thugs are two different things," Nan Zheng said calmly.

Judging from the more than 2,000 people under Nan Zheng, most of them are there to collect land, parking lots, and various peripheral blue lanterns and employees.

The remaining seven or eight hundred people were the thugs.

The guaranteed monthly salary is over two million, and if it's a fierce competition, there are all sorts of additional expenses.

Those thousand-plus people weren't incapable of fighting, but rather they weren't skilled at it; they were simply different from the fighters.

“But Mr. Nan, are these things related to your invitation to meet me?” Tang Judy asked.

“Of course it’s related.” Nan Zheng sneered, “You probably already know that the person who wants to get you is your partner, Lin Dayue.”

I know you own several properties in Wan Chai. He sent people to target you, specifically for your money and business. Do you think that has anything to do with me?

Of course, it's okay if you don't understand. I can give you a simpler example... Those gangsters from the Big Crocodile Society came to my Tsim Sha Tsui to cause trouble. Although they were targeting you, they were actually causing trouble on my turf. Even without you, I would still have to confront the Big Crocodile Society.

Since that's the case, and we share a common goal, why not cooperate?

"How do you want to collaborate?" Tang Judy asked hesitantly, then lit a cigarette.

“It’s simple. Take him down, and I’ll make you the head of Dayue Group. You haven’t given me that ten million yet, so consider it an investment.” Nan Zheng pointed at Tang Judy.

He didn't actually ask for that ten million, because he had already planned to ask for more.

"Kill him? Mr. Nan, Dayue Group is a huge, complex corporation with many interests. It's not like the death of one or two people can make it mine." Tang Judy thought Nan Zheng was being too naive and explained with a smile.

"You're wrong." Nan Zheng's expression was defiant:
"I didn't say he was dead."

Send all those so-called executive directors, branch managers, and shareholders of all sizes to the Western Paradise to enjoy their blessings.

Then replace them with your own people, invest money to take over their shares, and needless to say, the company will be yours eventually.

If anyone is dissatisfied, then let them continue to rise to power, one by one, they'll die! When they all realize that this position isn't so easy to obtain, they'll naturally back down...

Of course, I know Miss Tang is a good person. But don't forget, Lin Dayue will stop at nothing for profit; if he wanted to kidnap you yesterday, he could kill you today!

So why don't we strike first? Are we waiting for them to come to us? By then, you and your husband will be buried a mountain of weeds.

"What? My husband?" Tom Judy's eyes widened in shock, her teeth nearly falling out.

"What did you just say? He's dead!?"

"How about that? Surprised? Shocked? Your husband, Wang Baiwan, is really dead." Nan Zheng sneered, "And according to the information I found out, he was stabbed to death with an ice pick in bed."

If you have connections in the police force, or can bribe a few people to investigate, you'll probably find out quickly...

"After all, Miss Tang, you're rich and powerful. If you want to investigate, you can definitely find out."

In the storyline, Judy Tang knew from the first moment she saw Stephen Chow disguised as Wang Baiwan that he was not her husband at all.

It was just that it looked so much like her that Judy Tom was almost in a daze.

"He's dead, he's dead, he's really dead..." Tang Judy murmured to herself, her eyes filled with disbelief. Then she laughed, and as she laughed, tears streamed down her face.

"It seems Miss Tang and Mr. Wang have a deep relationship, otherwise she wouldn't be so attached to each other, and even shed tears of deep affection," Nan Zheng said lazily, knowing that these were definitely not crocodile tears.

"Mr. Nan, are you saying that Wang Baiwan was killed by Lin Dayue?" Tang Judy didn't regain her composure for a moment, wiping away her tears and revealing a fierce look.

He casually lit another cigarette, took a deep breath, and asked, "How do you want me to cooperate with you?"

"Whether Lin Dayue killed him or not, I really don't know right now. But whoever benefits the most is often the one who gets it. Miss Tang, as a billionaire, and a hidden tycoon at that, should be able to understand this principle, right?" Nan Zheng extinguished her cigarette and continued:
"It's simple to do. I've said before, I won't let you get involved in this kind of thing."

"Once I've sorted things out, I'll naturally ask you to come over again."

“Okay.” Tang Judy nodded somewhat numbly.

In fact, even without Nan Zheng's confirmation, after almost being kidnapped last night, and recalling her frequent arguments with Lin Dayue at the company, Tang Judy was already convinced that Lin Dayue was behind it all.

Because the other party wants to dominate the market.

The company that the three of them used to run together has now been transformed by Lin Dayue into the Big Crocodile Group.

In Guangdong, "大鳄" can also mean "jumbo," but "大岳" and "大鳄" are homophones.

This alone reveals Lin Dayue's ambition.

However, at that moment, a commotion suddenly arose among the hundreds of people fighting below, and then a dump truck appeared and crashed into Dongxing.

Instantly, dozens of henchmen were overturned, their bodies flying through the air like fireworks.

"Kill them!" Chan Ho-nam roared, and the Hung Hing men immediately gained momentum, hacking at the Tung Sing henchmen.

This dump truck trick was something Chen Haonan learned from Liang Zheng.

He knew beforehand that Ah Zha and Tony had a conflict with Leung Keng, and was later hit and killed at the entrance of the Hung Hom Tunnel.

Therefore, it was immediately put to use in this battle.

Looking at it now, it's fucking useful.

The men of Tung Sing were so badly hurt by the impact that even the best fighters couldn't withstand it. They were already terrified, since who knew if Hung Hing had a second dump truck?
Situ Haonan was both shocked and furious. He pointed at Chen Haonan, who was rushing towards him from behind the crowd, and shouted: "You bastard, you have no manners at all!"

"Rules? I'll teach you a lesson! You didn't follow any rules when you took advantage of people in distress." Chen Haonan slashed down two people with one blow, roared with anger, his eyes filled with ferocity and ruthlessness.

The pheasant was stabbing people relentlessly, each move ruthless and leaving no chance for them.

Tai Tin Yee served as Chan Ho Nam's bodyguard to prevent the Tung Sing gang from launching sneak attacks.

The "Iron Triangle" combination is basically the most stable, and it wouldn't be easy for the Dongxing people to break in, especially since the other side has already been terrified.

Meanwhile, Baopi was still driving his dump truck around recklessly.

Situ Haonan was dodging cars while slashing at the charging Hung Hing members, he was furious! Who the hell would have thought that Hung Hing would be so unruly?

He could only lead his men in a reluctant retreat.

"Damn it! Don't run away." However, Chan Ho-nam had no intention of giving up and rushed directly into the car where Szeto Ho-nam was sitting.

then……

Then he was surrounded and hacked until his head was covered in blood. If Chicken hadn't pulled him back in time, Chan Ho-nam would have been stabbed to death by Situ Ho-nam and Ho Yung.

Nan Zheng's lips twitched involuntarily as she watched this scene, and her eyelids twitched slightly.

"Damn it, what an idiot."

"You've already taken back the territory, why are you trying to get rich quick? Don't you know the saying 'don't pursue a cornered enemy'? You deserve to be hacked to death!"

What exactly is Chan Ho-nam trying to do after his demise? Is he trying to emulate him?
He had just seen it clearly: this bastard was using a dump truck to randomly crash into the East Star people's group. He wouldn't kill anyone, but he could certainly demoralize them.

It has quite its own style.

But I'm not as awesome as him, rushing into a car and hacking people to pieces.

Do you really think you're Tyson?
Even Tyson isn't as brave as you.

"Mr. Nan, is this one of your people too?" Tang Judy smiled, whether with pleasure or mockery was unclear.

Nan Zheng picked at her ear. "This Dan San isn't one of my men. I only lent him a hundred people."

"Their strength is really impressive," Tang Judy nodded. She had seen it all; even without the dump truck, a hundred people could easily take on three or four hundred.

More importantly, they have the guts to fight. If other gangsters encountered several times their number, they would probably be too scared to fight before the fight even started.

It seems that Liang Zheng still has quite a few trump cards up her sleeve.

Working with him should be a good idea.

……

The very next morning, Hung Hing took over two streets owned by Situ Haonan.

These are the two items that were previously stolen from Boss B.

Although Chan Ho-nam acted impulsively, Sze-to Ho-nam had fled in fear, and with the help of the dump truck technique, his men didn't dare to fight much and simply retreated all of them back to Tung Sing's territory.

At the same time, the reputation of Huo Family Boxing Gym also spread.

After all, those people were all from Huo Huan's men, and Chen Haonan and Huo Huan's reputations spread instantly.

On the contrary, it further enhanced Nan Zheng's reputation.

Because whether it's Huo Huan or those knife-wielding men, they are all his people.

The ability to fight three or four hundred people at once is not a common occurrence in the underworld; in fact, it is extremely rare, so rare that it's jaw-dropping.

After all, not every gangster is like Xiang Yu; who would dare to take such a desperate gamble?
However, Nan Zheng's men dared to do so, which shows how high his status was in the eyes of the gangsters at this moment, and how much they even admired him.

Nan Zheng slept until the afternoon, and as soon as she got up, she called A Wu: "A Wu, pass on the message to the Big Crocodile Society, give them a day."

"If they don't bring ten million to apologize, I'll personally go to Wan Chai and skin them alive."

The Big Crocodile Society's territory is in Wan Chai.

He had three or four thousand men under his command, and although he didn't have many impressive achievements in the underworld, no one dared to mess with him because he was backed by the Lao family.

"no problem."

"Give me an hour. I have a lot of people with my number, so I can distribute it quickly." A-Wu nodded in agreement, and Nan Zheng yawned as she washed up and went out to eat.

Not long after returning to the nightclub, Liang Kun called. "Hello?"

"Liang Zheng, I heard you're going to start a war with the Big Crocodile Society?" Liang Kun's hoarse voice came through.

"What nonsense! I just asked them to come and apologize to me."

"What do you mean by war? Do you think I'm the kind of person who shouts for war?" Nan Zheng said lazily.

"Come on," Liang Kun sneered. "You want someone to give you ten million? A whole ten million!"
You've already taken the money, and now you expect them to apologize? Aren't you just making things difficult for them?
If the Big Crocodile Society doesn't turn against him after this, then Lin Dayue is truly a coward.

"I didn't expect Brother Kun to guess everything. What advice do you have for me?" Nan Zheng asked in amazement.

"I wouldn't say I'm giving you advice, I'm just telling you not to go too far... Recently, Hung Hing and Tung Sing have been fighting, and I heard last night that Hung Hing's branch also robbed several streets of Tung Sing's sand barracks."

Essentially, these issues are all inextricably linked to us; if things escalate, it won't benefit anyone.

"It doesn't matter," Nan Zheng said dismissively. If you're still afraid of this and that, you might as well not be in this business.

Otherwise, what do you think we'd be supporting Chen Tianyi and the others for?
"Wow, you've got guts! Since you're so awesome, fine, whatever you want." Liang Kun laughed loudly, then hung up the phone.

In reality, he wasn't trying to reconcile the two sides.

Now that Leung Kwan has partnered with the North, he has shifted all his focus to smuggling.

Smuggling is handled by the marine police, which has absolutely nothing to do with gangsters or the land police.

If there's no conflict of interest, then it doesn't matter.

He just wanted to remind Liang Zheng that Lin Dayue was not someone to be trifled with.

After all, Leung Kwan was quite capable. Among the vast majority of Hung Hing's leaders who had betrayed them, he was the only one who stood up for himself. If he were to be killed like this, Leung Kwan would feel a little heartbroken.

A moment later, Chan Ho-nam walked over with his head covered in bandages.

"Zheng Shao".

"How did it get into such a mess?" Nan Zheng asked, feigning ignorance.

"It was an impulsive decision," Chen Haonan said casually as he sat down, a hint of wickedness flashing in his eyes.

"Twelve people were injured last night, one seriously, and the total cost is about one million."

This debt will be owed for now.

Once I receive the payment next month, I'll make a final payment, returning the principal and interest to you.

"Handsome Nan, you can't even afford a resettlement allowance, how are you going to survive in this world?" Nan Zheng sneered, then took out a check and wrote down one million.

He threw it at it: "Take it."

"Thank you." Chan Ho-nam smiled and said, "That's how it is when you first become the person in charge."

"You better not disappoint me. Even if you get hacked to death, you have to keep those streets for me. I still need them to make money." Nan Zheng yawned and waved for him to get lost.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly asked, "By the way, who was that short guy next to you last night?"

"What child?" Chan Ho-nam turned around.

"Shorty! What child? Did someone cut your ears and make you deaf?" Nan Zheng cursed.

"It's that guy with sausage lips, wearing red, and who's probably not even 1.6 meters tall."

"My new underling is called Greyhound."

"What's wrong?" Chen Haonan asked, somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected Nan Zheng to know what had happened last night.

It seems they definitely went to see it.

Even if they didn't, they should have had someone keeping an eye on things.

"That's all, get lost." Nan Zheng lit a cigarette, pondered for a moment, and thought, "Greyhound?"
The characters from the original work?
He watched for a while last night, and the strength was quite good, much stronger than Da Tian Er.

If it weren't for Greyhound providing backup, Da Tian Er's skinny frame would have been hacked to death by He Yong in just a few blows.

After all, he was a seven-times-a-night man, and every time he delivered a critical hit, he almost killed Big Head, a top-ranked red stick.

Nan Zheng is in a good mood right now. At least Chen Haonan, that good-for-nothing, isn't that good-for-nothing. He actually managed to take down two streets in Causeway Bay.

If you own the business rights to four streets and open twenty branches, you can earn at least a million more a month.

Then we can set up a casino, transfer money from one hand to the other, and drain the pockets of Chan Ho-nam and his henchmen. That would be much more profitable than being the boss myself.

Speaking of which, Wang Jianjun and Gao Jin often gambled at that casino in Tsim Sha Tsui, and they had both wins and losses.

The dealer didn't tamper with these people, since they were all his own people.

Anyway, nine out of ten gamblers lose. No matter how much money they usually get from Nan Zheng, if they go and gamble, it will most likely end up back in Nan Zheng's pocket.

It's like transferring from left to right hand.

How could a person possibly win against the probability of time?
That bastard A-Wu usually only smokes cigarettes, he doesn't even light one of his mother's Golden Lion King cigarettes.

Nan Zheng felt a little itchy.

Because of so many people, he alone can't earn the money from this egg-selling business.

……

Meanwhile, in Wan Chai.

Crocodile Tyrant, the leader of the Crocodile Gang, looked at his younger brother, Crocodile, with great interest and said:
"Ah Yu, you're saying the Tsim Sha Tsui boss wants me to bring ten million dollars over there to personally apologize?"

“Yes, that’s what that bastard said.” Crocodile nodded, then recounted what had happened before he messed with Tom Jodie.

Crocodile King pondered for a moment, then sneered, "Does this pretty girl think Wan Chai is Tsim Sha Tsui? She wants me to go and apologize? And give her ten million? Is she brain-dead?"

Tell him to get as far away from me as possible. If I see him in Wan Chai, I'll skin him alive.

"Big brother, this Liang Zheng is not someone to be trifled with! She's caused quite a bit of trouble in Tsim Sha Tsui lately, and even Lian Haolong suffered a setback at her hands."

"We don't need to fight with this mad dog. We'd be better off negotiating with Hung Hing's leader, Brother Kun," Crocodile said after thinking for a moment.

Although the two brothers run the Big Crocodile Society, Lin Dayue is actually the number one brother.

No matter what, we should at least think about what's behind the scenes.

If this matter really blows up, it will become too big to handle. If Lin Dayue finds out, it will be the two brothers who will be embarrassed.

“Okay.” Crocodile King thought for a moment and then nodded. “Then let’s do it your way. Find Liang Kun’s contact information and I’ll go talk to him.”

"Also, the tasks assigned by the boss cannot be delayed; they must be completed as soon as possible."

"If we can't do it, then let's go all the way, kill her, and take over her business..."

(End of this chapter)