Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

This is Xinji's place. Tonight, Taizi Gang from Xinji gathered a group of girls to hold a lingerie show at a party, which attracted many gang members to come and support.

After finally finding a place to sit down, Lin Huaile asked the waiter to bring some wine. Then he crossed his fingers on the table and looked at Wuying who was sitting opposite him and looking around.

“Fly, don’t look at it anymore.

Tsim Sha Tsui is not only full of handsome men, but also has beautiful and graceful girls.

Come over and plant a flag later, you'll be even more impressive than that prince over there!"

Looking in the direction indicated, Wuying saw a young man with dyed white hair, side-parted hair, and brown frog-eye glasses sitting on the T-stage in the middle of the bar.

Surrounded by beauties on both sides, with cheers from the audience, he looked so majestic.

For a moment, Wuying felt a little jealous, then he looked away and nodded at Lin Huaile.

"Brother Le, you're right. If we opened a bar of this size in Mong Kok, I'm afraid it wouldn't be filled with so many people before 11pm.

I'll wait and see when Lao Ding starts fighting, then I'll take over this bar and hold lingerie shows here every night!"

Lin Huaile shook his head.

"Forget about this place. It's the Xinji Xu family's own business. Even if they set foot in Tsim Sha Tsui, the most they can do is to shut them down. You can't see the situation from here."

Lin Huaile said this with a sigh.

“I remember 20 years ago, I had just graduated from Form 5.

I remember that at that time this place was still a nightclub under the control of Lame Ka.

At that time, Tsim Sha Tsui was a battleground for all the major community groups in Hong Kong and Kowloon.

Later, Axe Jun brought his men to fight against the three big companies at the same time, and finally helped He Liansheng to chew off this tough bone.

But the good times didn’t last long…”

Lin Huaile shook his head as he spoke, realizing that he was being a bit long-winded.

boom--

Just at this moment, a salute sounded from the T-stage, and the prince was seen standing on a chair with a microphone in his hand.

"I'm Taizi Gang, and I'm grateful to all the brothers in Tsim Sha Tsui for their kindness.

I didn't learn anything during my two years of studying in Europe, but I did learn a lot of new things in Europe.

I will also prepare something tonight, so that all the brothers in Xinji can have a good feast for their eyes! "

"Good! Great!"

"Awesome!"

As cheers rang out, Lin Huaile stood up.

He asked Wuying, "It's so lively, do you want to go and take a look?"

"Good! These pretty girls are really hot!"

Wuying slapped the table, stood up, and walked towards the T-stage.

At the same time, Lin Huaile winked at Feng Yuxiu and a yellow-haired henchman who were following Wuying.

The yellow-haired henchman nodded slightly at Lin Huaile, then quickly followed.

At this time, the show has begun and the atmosphere in the bar has reached a new climax.

What second-generation rich man doesn't like to show off in front of others? Taizigang moved a chair and sat in the middle of the T-stage, enjoying the thunderous cheers from the bar.

The prince slightly adjusted the frog-shaped glasses on his nose and was just about to cross his legs to appreciate the performance of these girls when he suddenly heard a scream from the front of the T-stage.

"what--"

A girl in front of the catwalk covered her buttocks and took two steps back in panic.

Immediately, some thugs who were watching the scene surrounded them.

"what happened?"

A thug who was watching the scene rolled up his sleeves and asked the girl.

This girl obviously didn't understand Cantonese, she just pointed at a man standing on the catwalk in a panic.

But I saw Wuying and Lin Huaile standing under the T-stage, and they also looked over here.

Not surprisingly, this man was the needle that Lin Huaile had inserted into Wuying's side!

Someone immediately came over to explain to the thug who was watching the scene.

"I don't know where this crazy guy came from, but he just tugged at the waistband of this girl's pants and pulled them down!"

A look of anger immediately appeared on the face of the thug, and he walked towards the yellow-haired boy.

"Who dares to cause trouble in Taizigang's territory?"

"What are you doing? You can look but not touch! This isn't a strip show!"

This yellow-haired guy was stubborn and confronted, but he felt uneasy in his heart.

He kept glancing at Wuying out of the corner of his eye, fearing that the thugs from Xinji would rush over and beat him up without asking why.

Sure enough, the thug who was watching the scene didn't want to waste time talking to him. When he saw that he admitted it, he waved to the thugs following behind him.

"Take him to the toilet, don't spoil Prince Gang's fun!"

"Who dares! My boss is Brother Wuying from Tangle Street!"

Seeing that the other party was about to get serious, the loser panicked and immediately picked up a wine bottle on the booth next to him and waved it at the new reporter in front of him.

Seeing that the other party rang his flower, Wuying could only sneer, then looked across the T-stage and gave a wink to a man without leaving any trace.

Then he turned and looked at Ale beside him.

"Brother Le, you're the tallest man here. You won't just sit there and watch the Xinji people take advantage of my henchmen in this situation, right?"

A Le smiled at Wuying and didn't say much.

Then he pushed away the crowd in front of him and spoke at the same time.

"I'm Lin Huaile from Jordan! This brother from Xinji, there might be some misunderstanding. Could you please give me some face and sit down for a drink before we talk?"

When they heard Lin Huaile show his name, many of the gangsters in the venue suddenly brightened up and all looked at Lin Huaile. In an instant, they felt that the girls on the catwalk were not so attractive anymore.

But no one noticed that as Lin Huaile walked over, he kept gesturing to the yellow-haired boy with his left hand, indicating that Taizigang had already walked over to the T-stage.

The new reporter who stopped the yellow-haired boy saw Lin Huaile's excitement and didn't dare to act rashly for a moment. They all turned their eyes to Taizigang on the T-stage.

"So it's Mr. Le from Jordan! Maybe Jordan is too idle so he decided to stop by our Xinji place?"

There was a sting in Prince Gang's words, and Lin Huaile was not surprised at all.

This guy is a notorious barbarian. He usually hangs out in various new restaurants in Wan Chai and Tsim Sha Tsui. He doesn't care about anyone's face!

Lin Huaile had already placed his hand on the yellow-haired boy's shoulder and turned to look at Taizi Gang standing on the T-stage.

At the same time, he pinched the yellow-haired boy's shoulder hard, indicating that he would only wait for a while until he angered Taizi Gang, and then he would smash the bottle of wine in his hand towards Taizi Gang's head!

"Prince Gang, Liansheng and I brought people here to support you, and we're not refusing to pay for the drinks.

"Some of you guys didn't control yourself. You just touched that girl. There's no need to go to the restroom to do it, right?"

The prince just squatted on the T-stage in front of Lin Huaile with a sneer: "Young Master Le, I just came back from abroad and I can't remember many rules.

But I remember one rule of Axe Jun very clearly: if someone from another company comes to our Xinji to cause trouble, no matter who it is, we will kick them out first!"

After saying that, the prince waved his hand to signal the Xinji thug to continue working. Lin Huaile quickly patted the back of the yellow-haired boy's neck, signaling that he could start working.

bang-

There was a sound of glass breaking and a dull thud of hitting the head.

Looking down at the T-stage, a group of people were stunned.

The yellow-haired boy that Lin Huaile was protecting was still holding the wine bottle in his hand and did not throw it at Taizi Gang.

Lin Huaile, on the other hand, had brown wine stains mixed with blood dripping down from his head.

What was broken on the ground was a Remy Martin bottle. The bottle was as thick as a finger and it hit Lin Huaile on the back of the head and broke into several pieces.

"Fuck your mother! He Liansheng is amazing!

If you dare to cause trouble in our Xinji territory, we will beat you to the ground!"

No one knew who threw the bottle, but a sharp voice rang out from the crowd, instantly igniting the entire bar.

Wuying touched his nose and praised Ah Hua, the younger brother, for his good aim. The bottle hit Lin Huaile right on the back of the head.

"Fuck off! You dare to blow the heads off us and the Liansheng Division leaders? I'll never let you off!"

Wuying roared, then gave Feng Yuxiu a look.

Feng Yuxiu nodded, then tore off his coat and stepped on a welding rod under the T-stage.

With this kick, the welding rod was broken directly.

Feng Yuxiu picked up the welding rod with his right hand and flew towards the group of thugs in Xinji.

The prince just stood up in a hurry and was stunned for a moment.

Just now he just wanted to teach that ignorant young man a lesson, but he definitely didn't have the confidence to touch Lin Huaile.

The place was in chaos at this time. He didn't know which loser in the place was so brave that he dared to blow Lin Huaile's head off!

Looking down at Lin Huaile again, he saw that the guy had already staggered and fallen to the ground.

He was hit on the head by a whole Remy Martin, but he didn't faint on the spot. He was considered tough enough!

……

At nine o'clock in the evening, He Yaozong received a call in the teahouse.

After confirming that it was Ahua calling, he asked directly.

"How are things going? Have Wuying and the others returned?"

"I'm back. Young Master Le was shot in the head, and Xinji didn't dare to make a big fuss about it.

If Feng Yuxiu hadn't beaten them so hard that all the dozen or so Xinji henchmen were sent to the hospital, I don't think Taizigang would have dared to send anyone to stop them."

Ah Hua sighed as he spoke on the other end of the phone.