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

Chapter 92 "92" All-Out War

"Mr. Nan, this is my assistant, Zhou Weisheng."

"You can call him Xiao Zhou."

"You can call him Ah Sheng."

(Zhou Weisheng is from the Hong Kong film money laundering, the first generation of suit-wearing thugs.)
Chen Tianyi pointed to the young man standing next to him, with a cold expression and wearing a suit, and smiled, saying, "My assistant is not only my assistant and senior lawyer, but he is also quite skilled."

"Oh, really?" Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"So, Attorney Chen wants to spar with my men? Then come on... Pick any one of these people."

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant," Chen Tianyi waved his hand and laughed.

"What I mean is, if Mr. Nan ever encounters any problems that he can't solve in the future, he can contact him."

"Really?" Nan Zheng laughed heartily, as if she had heard something very funny.

Do you think I, a powerful figure, need your people? Are you some kind of idiot sent by a monkey?

"Although Xiao Zhou can't do murder, arson, looting, or burning, he's certainly capable of managing a business for others," Chen Tianyi said with a smile.

"So that's what you meant, hahaha!"

This week, Wei Sheng is laundering money.

Zhou Weisheng smiled, then bowed respectfully to Nan Zheng: "Mr. Nan, please feel free to ask me for any advice in the future."

“No need for later, we have it now.” Nan Zheng snapped her fingers and called over Big Foot.

“Go to my house, take out those antiques, paintings and calligraphy, and all sorts of stolen money, and throw them directly at this man… what’s his name again? The Clown, yes, give them to Mr. Clown.”

“Mr. Nan, it’s Xiao Zhou,” Zhou Weisheng said with a smile.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re a clown or Little Zhou, anyway you’re one of those refined scoundrels,” Nan Zheng said with a smile, and Zhou Weisheng laughed even harder.

It's clear that he really is that kind of person.

Less than ten minutes later, Big Foot returned with several of his underlings, carrying large and small bags.

Chen Tianyi glanced at Zhou Weisheng, who immediately nodded and then checked each item one by one.

All of these things were obtained from Zhu Tao's side. He even considered selling them to Nan Zheng when she was short of money.

I later found out that the source was unclear and they were taking 60% of the money from the sale.

That means there's only a 40% profit margin.

Nan Zheng was not short of money, and since these antiques were kept by Zhu Tao's side, they must be very valuable, so she had no intention of selling them.

Anyway, those born after 97 have basically made it to shore.

It can still be shipped at that time.

A moment later, Zhou Weisheng glanced at Chen Tianyi, then smiled wickedly: "Mr. Nan, I just checked, it's worth a total of thirty million."

"Thirty million?" Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow again, then said, "Then I won't invest. With this little money, I won't make much profit anyway."

It's better to wait ten or eight years; maybe there'll be a chance for a price surge.

This is no exaggeration. After the 90s, all kinds of economic prosperity came, and the value of antiques also rose accordingly, with prices changing every day.

Knowing the situation, why sell it?

“Mr. Nan, I didn’t say I was going to sell. I just said this batch of goods is worth 30 million, so Mr. Nan can make 30 million directly.” Zhou Weisheng’s smile became even more sinister.

Nan Zheng immediately realized that this bastard was definitely not a good person.

Then, waving his hand to signal Big Foot and the others to close the door and leave, Zhou Weisheng said, "Black market, transactions, double-crossing afterwards, money and goods in hand."

"Wow, are you a lawyer or a ruthless bandit?" Nan Zheng asked in shock.

You lawyers can do this?

Then he looked at Chen Tianyi and said, "Attorney Chen, your assistant is a bit of a bastard."

"What, what turtle soup?" Chen Tianyi asked suspiciously, smoking a cigarette, as if he knew nothing about it.

Well, neither of these two old folks are any good.

That makes sense, though; you only make a few dollars helping people with their cases.

Even with money, you can't get many big orders in a year.

If gangsters have side jobs, isn't it normal for lawyers to have a few side jobs too?

"Mr. Nan, are you planning to file a lawsuit? If it's for you, that's fine, but if it's for someone else... my fees are very high," Chen Tianyi said with a smile.

"Damn! You old fox, you're really good at pretending. If there weren't only three people here, I would really believe you're a good person." Nan Zheng rolled her eyes.

With such extreme caution, it's hard not to prosper.

"Alright, do as you please." Nan Zheng wanted to see what tricks Zhou Weisheng could come up with.

However, this Zhou Weisheng... seems to have been involved in all sorts of shady dealings in "Money Laundering," so it's not surprising that he's also involved in double-crossing.

Chen Tianyi, that old fox, is too cunning. He seems completely unaware, but in reality, he was involved in everything.

Even if there's a recording, it won't bring down this shrewd person.

"We'll split it 50/50 afterwards, I'll take 20%, and the rest will go to charity. If you agree, then Mr. Nan, we'll have a pleasant collaboration." Zhou Weisheng said with a smile, leaning on the table. Nan Zheng gestured for him to proceed.

Since it's free anyway, might as well take advantage of it.

He now finally understood why Chen Tianyi would work for him for 100,000 yuan a month.

They probably had a good idea of ​​their own potential from the start, knowing that their rapid rise meant they must have a lot of good stuff.

Similarly, Chen Tianyi, who is cunning and ruthless, must have many enemies. Even if he doesn't show his face later, who can guarantee that he won't really get into trouble in the future?

Therefore, finding a strong partner to help each other is the answer.

Clearly, someone like Nan Zheng is a perfect fit.

After Nan Zheng agreed, Chen Tianyi's smile never stopped: "Also, Mr. Nan, our Ye Weiyang Law Firm has already opened."

It's right across the street from your nightclub. How about I come over for a drink after get off work?

"Whatever you like, I'll call A-Wu later." Nan Zheng nodded.

"If anything happens, Attorney Chen can just call for help; someone will be there to assist you within a minute."

"Thank you, Mr. Nan."

To put it bluntly, Chen Tianyi wasn't asking if he could come over for a drink; it was a safety issue.

That old fox, every word he speaks carries a hidden meaning.

Of all these people out there, only Nan Zheng could understand it.

This is probably why Chen Tianyi chose him.

They're all smart people, so it's a great alliance.

……

In the afternoon, Nan Zheng went to the Kowloon City funeral parlor to offer incense to Si Yan.

After all, dinosaurs are still our big shots, and we should go see them.

"Brother Dinosaur, Young Master Bin." Nan Zheng entered the main hall and greeted them with a few people; it wasn't a big event.

Han Bin squatted in the brazier, burning paper without expression, while Dinosaur silently smoked. "Liang Zheng, you're here."

“The dead can’t be brought back to life, so we might as well think about how to get revenge,” Nan Zheng said, lighting a cigarette.

"No matter what, the person is dead."

“You’re right. We’re just living a life where one foot is in hell and the other in prison.” The dinosaurs nodded, though they were actually just feeling frustrated.

It doesn't matter if my brother is killed, as long as he dies honorably and uprightly.

But now they haven't even found the murderer. Who wouldn't feel frustrated?

A moment later, Liang Kun also arrived with his men to offer incense. "This time, someone set up a trap."

"Young Master Kun, what are your thoughts?" Han Bin asked without turning his head.

"The members of the Sanlian Gang all use guns. The first time he was assassinated, he was seriously injured and hospitalized, but he miraculously survived... The second time, he was stabbed to death."

"But the Sanlian Gang aren't stupid. How did they find the address when they were in an unfamiliar place?" Liang Kun said lazily.

This surprised Nan Zheng, who had originally thought it was Liang Kun who did it.

Unexpectedly, Liang Kun took the initiative to point out the suspicious points.

However, this doesn't mean that Leung Kwan is innocent; perhaps he's doing the opposite.

He deliberately killed someone with a knife and then deliberately told the story, so that the Han brothers would make wild guesses.

Indirectly shifting the blame.

It's not impossible, or perhaps the small eyes really weren't done by Handsome Kun...

In the world of martial arts, Nan Zheng trusts no one but himself and his own abilities.

“That’s what I think too.” Han Bin slowly stood up, lit a cigar, and a ruthless glint appeared in his eyes:

"Anyway, don't let me find out who did it. If I do find out... I'll make sure they're reduced to ashes."

Even if it's a dead man, I'll smash his coffin lid, dig him up, and whip his corpse.

"Good, Young Master Bin is indeed a ruthless man, and a tough guy with the nickname 'Binny Tiger'." Handsome Kun clapped and laughed.

"Once you've found out the truth, just tell me, and I can help you with this."

"After all, it wouldn't be good if you traced it back to me and suspected me of doing it..."

After chatting for a while, Leung Kwan left with his men, while many of Hung Hing's leaders sent gifts over.

However, not many people showed up; it was Brother Ji and Sister Thirteen who did.

After the funeral, Nan Zheng returned to the nightclub, and A Wu walked right in.

"I heard that the Big Crocodile Society is going to put pressure on you by asking Handsome Kun to help you."

"Is that so?" Nan Zheng was quite surprised.

“I just saw Liang Kun, but he didn’t mention this to me.”

“Simple, Liang Kun is too lazy to bother with it. You can just keep fighting.” Ah Wu said indifferently, “It was the same when I was in the Number Gang. As long as we didn’t want to talk, the people below would do what they wanted. Once the fighting was really over, the people above would come out to negotiate and make peace.”

As for who gets hurt or dies in the fight...

That definitely depends on individual ability.

"Damn! That Liang Kun actually believes I can take down this big gangster?" Nan Zheng sneered, clearly not believing it.

But it doesn't matter, no matter what, he's going to beat the big crocodile gang to a pulp.

You're so awesome, if I don't sleep with you, how am I supposed to get by in the future?
"Who's going to put pressure on me?"

"The leader of the Crocodile Society, Crocodile Tyrant, had his younger brother, Crocodile, make the promise."

"Then let's take him down first!" Nan Zheng said directly. Before she could give any more instructions, Tang Judy rushed in from the nightclub.

Completely bewildered, he asked, "Miss Tang, why didn't you say anything before coming over?"

"There's no time to explain! Someone was following me all the way here, and it looked like they had a gun," Tang Judy said in a panic.

"They're causing trouble in Tsim Sha Tsui again? Do these bastards really think I'm an easy target?" Nan Zheng cursed, getting up and pulling Tang Judy by the waist as they walked out.

He kept cursing and swearing: "I want to see which bastard has the guts to do this."

Tang Judy stiffened for a moment, but didn't struggle and walked out.

Nan Zheng had just stepped out the door with the person in her arms when she realized there were no suspects.

A drunken, burly man staggered over. Nan Zheng turned around and suddenly kicked him three or four meters away. The sound of bones cracking could be heard in mid-air.

The person immediately knelt on the ground and wailed.

pat.

The black star fell out of my pocket.

"Arrest him!" Nan Zheng shouted fiercely, cursing, "Fuck your mother! You think you can pull this on me? Do you really think I'm a fraud?"

A-Wu and his men quickly grabbed the man, then stepped on his head, his face fierce: "When I used this trick, you stupid dog were still playing in the mud!"

Ah Wu had done the same thing to Ah Fa before, and he even arranged it himself, so he was very experienced.

Besides, it's broad daylight, what idiot would get drunk and run around like that at this hour?

You can guess it already.

If I guess wrong... guessing wrong means I typed the wrong thing, and if I typed the wrong thing, it's fine, what else can I do?
If he's not satisfied, I'll just take pity on him and send him to be drowned in the sea.

What kind of person can get drunk in broad daylight?

"Is this the egg powder?" Nan Zheng looked at Tang Judy, tightening her grip on her waist.

Judy nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, it's him."

"So he's Nezha then? Cut off his flesh piece by piece, I want to see if this bastard has the guts of Nezha to carve bones and flesh." Nan Zheng waved her hand, and A Wu and the others immediately dragged him into the office.

Then he looked at the barely calm Tang Judy and said, "Don't worry, I'm here, everything will be fine."

"At worst, I'll take the loss tonight and let you sleep peacefully."

"Thank you, thank you..." Judy was still somewhat flustered, her expression complicated.

This wasn't the first time she'd encountered something like this, but each time it was more dangerous than the last.

If Judy Tang hadn't suddenly decided to drive to Tsim Sha Tsui East, all sorts of accidents would probably have happened once she crossed the highway.

For example, traffic accidents.

"Fuck your mother! They're obviously those bastards from the Big Crocodile Gang," Nan Zheng cursed, then made a phone call to Chen Haonan.

"Hey, Young Master Zheng."

"I don't care what methods you use, you have to take down that Crocodile from the Big Crocodile Society tonight! After that, you can waive the interest you owe me."

"If you take down that 'Chicken Tyrant' leader of the Big Crocodile Society, I'll give you a million as a gift..."

"No problem!" Before he could finish speaking, Chan Ho-nam immediately agreed.

They didn't even ask who the other person was.

He's desperately short of money right now, so he's not going to let any opportunity to make money slip by.
Upon entering the basement, Nan Zheng, her eyes gleaming with malice, saw several henchmen pinning down the drunk man, while A Wu used pliers to pluck out his fingernails one by one, blood splattering out.

His eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets from the pain, and he kept screaming in agony; it took three or four people almost to hold him down.

"Don't pull it out! Don't pull it out! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!" the man cried out in despair.

A-Wu stopped what he was doing and looked at Nan-Zheng.

"Did I tell you to stop?" Nan Zheng's brows furrowed with malice, and her fierce aura emanated from her.

"So you like using guns? Chop off his fingers one by one. Remember, each finger is cut into three pieces. After you've chopped off the three pieces, chop off the whole finger."

If even one step is missing, I'll chop you all up first!

A-Wu immediately picked up a boning knife and did as instructed, causing the man to convulse in pain.

Screams echoed throughout the basement.

Tang Judy, watching from behind Nan Zheng, felt her scalp tingle, her hair stand on end, and her skin crawl.

She had met many gangsters before, but someone like Nan Zheng was truly a first.

It's too cruel.

After finishing a cigarette and feeling that it was enough, Nan Zheng asked, "Tell me about it."

"Yes, it was Crocodile. Crocodile gave me 200,000 to kill the woman behind you." The man slumped weakly on the ground, leaning against the wall, half-dead.

These few cuts are even more gruesome than being slowly sliced ​​to death; most people simply couldn't withstand them.

"Really that bastard?" Nan Zheng sneered, then stepped forward and stomped on the man's head, looking down at him with disdain:
"I know to some extent that the bigwigs don't take me seriously... but I'm really surprised, what makes you, a nobody, dare to disregard me? Hmm?"

"They dare to use guns on my own base?"

"I don't know who Liang Zheng is... Ah!"

Before the man could finish speaking, Nan Zheng kicked him hard, and a cracking sound came from the back of her head, followed by a scream.

"So you know me, and you still want to make a move on my home turf?" Nan Zheng loosened her grip on her foot and couldn't help but clap, a forced smile on her face.
"I admire you, I admire you, I truly admire you..."

He then turned to look at A-Wu: "Have I been so focused on making money lately that I forgot about getting people?"

"Probably," A-Wu silently added.

Nan Zheng pointed at the man: "Sink into the sea."

"Furthermore, spread the word that Hung Hing is going to war with Tung Sing."

I, Liangzheng, will add fuel to the fire by opening a separate page in the family tree and launching a full-scale war against the Big Crocodile Society.

"Damn it, they actually look down on me? I could throw money at them until their entire family dies!"

Now, Hung Hing and its branches, under the guise of aggressively seizing Tung Sing's territory, are doing nothing. Even Hao Long and Axe Jun's group haven't made any moves.

He spends a lot of time hanging out with big shots.

Turning around, Nan Zheng picked up the phone and started spreading the word, cursing and swearing: whoever takes down a key member of the Big Crocodile Gang will be rewarded with 100,000 yuan, with no upper limit.

A-Wu's lifeless eyes immediately lit up.

He knew that Liang Zheng was susceptible to being provoked.

See, now we have a way to make money!

"Miss Tang, thank you. I'll have to treat you to a meal another day." A-Wu waved for his underlings to pull the woman away, then revealed a rare, excited smile.

Finally, we got an order.

Judy Tom stared in disbelief at the scene.

She has now realized that Liang Zheng and all of her people are lunatics.

It seems like none of them are normal.

……

Meanwhile, in Wan Chai, Crocodile emerged from a bar with three henchmen. Just as he was about to get into his car, he was bumped into by several people and stumbled. His previously good mood suddenly turned into rage, and he yelled, "Are you blind?"

"You stinking bastard! Is this your street?" the long-haired man in the lead retorted.

"Damn it!" the crocodile exclaimed.

Pointing at the other person, he cursed, "You bastard, don't you know whose territory this is? I'm Crocodile Boss's younger brother, Crocodile... uh..."

The crocodile suddenly froze on the spot, his voice turning into a soft groan. He looked down and felt a chill in his abdomen as blood seeped out. He was completely stunned.

"I fucking don't care who you are!" Chen Haonan sneered, and then quickly stabbed him in the stomach several more times.

Chicken and Da Tian Er and their gang also grabbed knives and stabbed the three henchmen.

He slit the crocodile's throat with a backhand motion, and just then, a dozen or so people from the bar rushed out upon hearing the commotion.

Chan Ho-nam immediately ordered his men to run away from the alley entrance.

He was originally a street thug who was taken around by Boss B when he was a teenager, so he knew a lot of people in the area, which is why Nan Zheng asked him to take action.

The two brothers, known as the Fish Tyrants, were already infamous.

……

That same night, more than a dozen key members of the Big Crocodile Gang were simultaneously targeted by multiple assassination attempts.

Even at home, Crocodile King was inexplicably shot in the back while taking a shower. If he hadn't suddenly decided to lie down and his bodyguards hadn't arrived quickly, he would have been shot in the head.

I was filled with shock, anger, resentment, and fear.

As soon as the assassin left, he immediately sent people to investigate.

You wouldn't know unless you looked it up, and what you found was shocking.

Within just two hours, eight of the Big Crocodile Society's top members were killed and two were seriously injured.

There was an even worse case: someone had their tendons severed and their throat cut. Even if they were lucky enough to survive, they would be crippled for life...

Crocodile King's face was extremely ugly, because he didn't know who he had offended to warrant such a large-scale retaliation.

Who else could have so many assassins that they managed to kill more than a dozen key members in one night?

Where did they get the courage and audacity? Aren't they really afraid of retaliation from the bigwigs?
　He updates 20,000 to 30,000 words a day, and within two days of its release, he had already reached 300,000 words—more than others could do in two months! Please subscribe and vote with your monthly tickets!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)