Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

"Uncle, during this period of time, I suggest that you stop running around.

Those disciples of Bai Tou Weng can't get any attention from me, so they inevitably vent their anger on you uncles."

Long Gen did not deny this, as this matter was too big a deal.

Before the establishment of ICAC, there were many more brutal and vicious community conflicts than this.

In the past, when Axe Jun took over, thousands of people showed off their horses in Tsim Sha Tsui. It was a real fight between the two gangs, and they were determined to fight to the death.

Didn't he just sit back and drink tea, and suffer the loss with Liansheng holding his nose?

It’s just that the past has been forgotten for many years, and now that it has happened to him, it is a little difficult for Long Gen, who has already retired, to adapt.

"Jordan leader Lin Huaile presents a pair of wreaths and 20,000 yuan in condolence money to express his condolences!"

"A thank you gift from the disciples!"

As the flute musicians outside the mourning hall sang out Lin Huaile's name, Long Gen couldn't help but stand up.

"Ayao, those who are loyal and righteous are still loyal and righteous!

At this critical moment, Ah Le is still willing to come and burn incense. Our hall will definitely owe him a favor!"

After saying this, Long Gen was about to go over in person to express his gratitude.

This is the first district leader who came to the mourning hall to pay his respects in person today.

He Yaozong also stood up and looked at Lin Huaile, who had already taken the long incense and was offering sacrifices in front of Guanzaishen's spirit, with a complicated expression.

They are loyal and affectionate when they are not fighting for the leadership, but I wonder if they will still be so respectful and humble when they are fighting for the leadership.

At this time in Yuen Long, a mourning hall was set up outside the ancestral hall of Lin San, the first leader of the Dongxing Society.

Situ Haonan, Lei Yaoyang and others have been paying their respects at the Lin Temple for a long time.

It was almost lunchtime and the group of people who came to pay their respects gradually dispersed.

Situ Haonan gestured for Lei Yaoyang to sit under a towering metasequoia tree at the entrance of the ancestral hall. Pulling the mourning cloth on his head tighter, Situ Haonan glanced at the mourning hall with disgust.

Inside the mourning hall, a fit young man with his hair parted in a side parting was weeping over the coffin.

"Uncle Ben! I just came back from the Netherlands and haven't had time to visit you yet.

You...how did you die? Uncle Ben, ah, Uncle Ben..."

The noisy and harsh sound made Situ Haonan raise his fist and punch the Metasequoia tree next to him.

"Lei Yaoyang, look at this crow who's been crying all morning. He's crying even more sadly than us because Uncle Ben died!

If you didn’t know, you would think that the person lying in the coffin was his father!”

Lei Yaoyang also frowned.

"Maybe his father died, and he didn't cry so hard!

This guy ran away to the Netherlands three years ago and took away so much money from the society, but Camel didn't say anything about him.

Now that I'm back from Holland, I've just caught up with Uncle Ben in trouble, leaving so much territory free. I even wonder if he's smiling over there!"

"Who says it isn't?"

Situ Haonan shifted his gaze away from Crow and said harshly.

"When I received the news of Uncle Ben's death today, the first thing I did was run to Yuen Long to ask the Dragon Head whether we should mobilize the community and officially declare war on Wo Luen Sheng!

Guess what the leader said?"

"What else can I say? I've asked everyone, and Camel said that nothing is more important than burying my uncle in peace!

By the time Uncle Ben finished taking care of the funeral, he had already divided the territory in Yau Tsim District among his confidants!"

Lei Yaoyang gritted his teeth. As expected, no matter what kind of funeral arrangements were made, dividing the family property was always the top priority.

The lineage of Uncle Ben from Dongxing has a close connection with the lineage of Luotuo.

The two families lived together in a community and both started their families in Yuen Long.

But the two forces are as incompatible as water and fire, and they are wary of each other.

Back then, Lin San, the first leader of Tung Sing, led the veteran country boy to invade Kowloon, but he died of illness before he could gain a foothold.

Between his two confidants, Lin San chose to pass the position of leader to Luo Zhengwu, Luo Tuo's father.

This caused Bai Tou Weng to feel resentful for so many years, but he also considered the overall situation and did not say much.

After finally waiting for Luo Zhengwu to die, Bai Tou Weng thought that it was finally his turn to take the position of the leader.

Unexpectedly, Luo Zhengwu had been paving the way for his son Luo Bingrun in Dongxing Society for so many years, and after his death, he directly passed the position of leader to his son.

In order to prevent Bai Tou Weng from forcing the emperor to abdicate after his death, Luo Zhengwu had been creating discord with the Hung Hing Society during the years he was in power. As a result, there were powerful enemies outside, and Bai Tou Weng had to swallow his anger and consider the overall situation by recognizing Luo Bingrun's status as the leader.

Since then, the two forces have already broken up in secret, and the old man has survived. The camel clan must be so happy at this moment.

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Situ Haonan lit a cigarette for himself and then handed the cigarette box to Lei Yaoyang.

"I'm so annoyed! Want one?"

"Need not!"

Lei Yaoyang waved his hand, then looked around, sat next to Situ Haonan, and spoke in a low voice.

"We can't go on like this. We must force Luotuo to fight them now. We can't give him the chance to carve up our territory!"

"What can you do?"

"Of course!"

Lei Yaoyang clenched his teeth and spoke.

"He Liansheng killed Uncle Ben, so we will also use the name of Dongxing and the pretext of avenging Uncle Ben to kill He Liansheng's boss!

Anyway, the place where the chicken is played is also in Wan Chai, so it is convenient for us to take action!

Regardless of whether this thing succeeds or not, it will tie Dongxing and us together. When the time comes, Luotuo will have no choice but to take action!"

"You're crazy! If Luotuo doesn't care, then we'll have to bear the entire Heliansheng firepower!"

"If he doesn't care, he won't be able to hold on to his position as the leader!

Uncle Ben's fortune is all in Yau Tsim District. You don't want to see Camel's henchmen divide up all of Uncle Ben's wealth, do you?

Situ Haonan clenched the cigarette in his hand and took a deep puff.

He immediately spoke.

"You have a point. Uncle Ben can't die in vain. Let's do it!"

……

In a restaurant on Gloucester Road, Wan Chai.

Chuiji had just finished his lunch. He wiped his mouth and asked the man standing behind him.

"Have you sent the wreaths from Sham Shui Po?"

"I've sent it over. By the way, Lao Ding, Long Gen asked me to bring you a message.

If you have time, he still hopes that you, as an elder, will go and burn incense for Guanzai Sen."

"I'll give him a cock-scent! Is this something I can just do casually?"

Blowing Chicken dropped the napkin in his hand and then spoke.

"I'm the boss of He Liansheng! They killed the White-headed Old Man from Dongxing. If I go there in person to burn incense, wouldn't that be like telling everyone that I support the fight with Dongxing?

If things get out of hand, I, as the person in charge, will have to step in and offer them tea and negotiate on their behalf.

"Fan Jiachan, this person who is in charge is really aggrieved!"

The grievances of the past two years seemed to be aroused at this moment, and he kept chattering on and on, leaving the henchmen beside him stunned.

Standing up, Chui Ji grabbed the coat hanging on the back of the chair.

"Let's go! Let's have another cup of tea first!"

He called his men out and ran straight towards an old-fashioned tiger-head car.

Just as Chuiji was about to get into the car, he suddenly saw a group of knife-wielding men walking down the street.

The one who took the lead was He Yong, the head of Dongxing Situ Haonan.

My eyelid jumped when I blew it, and I immediately realized what was going on.

"Fuck the street! Go get the car!"

After saying that, he hurriedly opened the car door and got in.

With a bang, the car door was locked. Looking at the group of knife-wielding men running towards him, he felt as if his heart was burning with fear.

"Hurry up and drive the car, what are you still doing?"

The driver of the car is more anxious than the chicken. This car is almost ten years old.

Don’t be fooled by its beautiful decoration on the outside. It is actually weak on the inside. Many parts are old and it takes a long time to start the engine.

Chui Ji would rather take the money to gamble on Da D's boat than buy a decent car.

Shila-

The car still didn't catch fire. At this time, He Yong had already led his men to surround Hu Touben. A group of knifemen raised their machetes without saying a word and chopped down the car windows.

The glass on Chuiji's side had been broken into pieces. Looking at the waving reflection outside the window, Chuiji was terrified.

"Kill him!"

"Revenge Uncle Ben!"

"We are here at Dongxing, get out of here, everyone else!"

……

At this time, all the car windows had been smashed. Just as someone reached in to open the car door, the car finally started.

The driver of the car had no suspicion. He gritted his teeth, stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped away like an arrow, scaring away the Dongxing guys who were surrounding the car.

Chuiji glanced out the window in shock and found that the group of thugs were still chasing him. He immediately urged the driver to hurry up.