Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

"Okay, then let's do as you say, Brother Wei!

I wonder if Brother Wei has any other comments. If not, we'll go back and get down to business!

"No delivery!"

As soon as Fat Deng responded, Long Gen pulled his arm out of Chuanbao's hand.

Then he flicked his sleeves and was the first to lead the way out.

The rest of the people also dispersed in twos and threes, no one wanted to stay here and get embarrassed.

He waited until everyone had left before sitting down next to Fat Deng.

“Brother Wei, don’t blame Long Gen.

after all……"

"You don't need to persuade me, just go wherever I want to go."

Fat Deng spoke in a calm tone and ordered them to leave without waiting for Chuanbao to finish speaking.

Chuanbao was speechless. He just stood up and sighed, then left.

At Kwong Wah Hospital, Lin Huaile leaned on the hospital bed, occasionally looking towards the ward door.

Finally, around noon, Aze walked in.

"How's it going? Did you get the stick back?!"

Without waiting for Aze to speak, Lin Huaile asked impatiently.

Aze had a sad face, which made Lin Huaile have some bad thoughts.

"The stick was given to He Yaozong?"

"Brother Le, Uncle Deng is right behind us, you should go ask him."

Aze pointed outside the ward, and soon he saw a thug supporting Fat Deng and walking slowly into the ward.

After Fat Deng sat down, Lin Huaile gave Aze a wink.

Immediately, Aze took Fat Deng's henchman out of the door, not forgetting to close the door behind them.

Looking at Fat Deng eagerly, Lin Huaile didn't dare to ask.

Seeing Fat Deng's appearance, he had the answer in his mind, but he didn't dare to face it directly.

In the end, it was Fat Deng who spoke first.

"Ah Le, money paves the way, and it is unstoppable!

I'm afraid it's not your turn to be the leader of this term!"

Lin Huaile suddenly felt a buzzing in his head, his eyes went dark, and he slammed heavily against the wall behind the bed.

But the pain in the wound made him sit up suddenly, gritting his teeth, and asked Fat Deng very unwillingly.

"Uncle Deng, how could this happen?!"

Fat Deng shook his head, sighed, and said.

"I still have the stick in my hand, but the matter is done, and I'm afraid you can't do anything about it.

Ah Le, everything is God's will. I'm just afraid that I won't have the chance to support you again in the future!"

After leaving behind these incoherent words, Fat Deng supported himself on the bed rails and stood up tremblingly.

Then he dragged his heavy steps and slowly left the ward.

Lin Huaile sat on the hospital bed in a daze, and suddenly he was startled, as if he remembered something.

He was certain that he and Fat Deng had the same idea.

But even though the two people have the same idea, they cannot express what they are thinking to each other.

Fat Deng needs him to get the dragon head stick and re-establish his absolute prestige in Heliansheng.

You need to get the dragon head stick to gamble for some elusive wealth and honor!

Now that the situation is irreversible, the solution to the problem is clear.

For a moment, an unprecedented viciousness appeared on Lin Huaile's face.

He directly pulled out the IV drip on the back of his hand and shouted outside.

"Aze, this hospital is no longer habitable!

Help me out, I have something urgent to do!"

Chapter 101: After all the fighting, in the end, there was no place left to even set up a funeral hall in Jordan

Fei Deng took a car back to Shek Kia Mei from Kwong Wah Hospital.

For a normal person, this distance would only take about twenty minutes to walk, but Fat Deng was already unable to walk anymore.

"Uncle Deng, we're here."

Fat Deng was still lost in thought until the driver parked the car under the tenement building.

Ma Zai called out softly, finally pulling him out of his thoughts.

This time, he refused the help of his men and got out of the car tremblingly on his own.

"Go buy me some iced soda."

After getting out of the car, Fat Deng stopped his henchman from getting out and said this to him.

"Uncle Deng, the convenience store next door sells it!"

“Not this one, but that little glass bottle with a straw.

They sell it at the tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, go quickly!

"Okay, how about I help you upstairs first?"

"Need not!"

Fat Deng responded coldly, then turned his head away and walked tremblingly towards the stairs of the tenement building.

After returning to the empty house, Fei Deng locked the door and moved to the bedroom.

He opened the wardrobe door and took out the dragon head stick that symbolized He Liansheng’s supreme power!

Sitting down on the bed holding the stick, his eyes gradually became sharper.

I still remember that when he was the banker, the person who gave him this stick was called Cockroach Rong, a sloppy guy.

When the stick was handed to him, it was already worm-eaten and in a bad shape.

He paid a famous artist to repair, patch and repaint it.

Later, the Dragon Head Stick was passed down through He Liansheng for over twenty years. Now that I have handed it over, I’m afraid I’ll never be able to take it back again…

After stroking the dragon head stick in his hand, Fei Deng reluctantly put it back.

Then he picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number.

The call was made to Haojiang.

After a while, the call was finally connected.

"Hello, who is it?"

A slightly hoarse male voice came from the phone.

"Hei Zai Rong, how are you these days?"

Following Fei Deng's response, the person on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned for a moment, and then asked in a tentative tone.

"Is it Brother Wei?"

"It's me! I've been in Haojiang for so many years, and I didn't even come back to see you. Are you happy there?"

A hearty laugh suddenly rang out from the other end of the phone.

"Oh my god! I've changed my phone number so many times, but Brother Wei can still find my new number.

Why did you think of looking for me this time? Do you have something good to tell me?"

"Nothing good, but it's easy to miss the past when you're old, so I wanted to talk to you."

The call that Fat Deng made was to Hei Zai Ming from Haojing and Anle.

Hei Zai Rong is the disciple of Mr. Duo, one of the Twelve Old Crooked Emperors of the Hehetu Group. Fei Deng's disciple, Jian Bushhuang, is a close friend of Mr. Duo.

The two people belong to two different radicals in the word pile, but because of this relationship, they can be said to have quite a connection.

Eighty years ago, the orthodox Hongmen of Guangdong sent the leader of the Yongyi Hall, Hei Gu Ren, to Hong Kong Island to clean up the Hongmen gang affairs. He laid the foundation of the Hezi lineage at the Heji Inn in Central.

Thirty years later, the He group split.

Some members in the Yau Ma Tei and Wan Chai areas, with the support of the Li family, a well-known comprador family in Hong Kong Island at that time, set up a soft drink factory in To Kwa Wan.

The company changed its signboard to He An Le and specialized in processing various types of soda, hence the name Shui Fang.

Later, with the passage of time, He Anle split again. One branch moved to Haojing forty years ago and became very successful there.

Until now, it has controlled more than 60% of the code stacking business in Macau together with the Number Gang.

"Brother Wei, what's the point of being nostalgic? We've known each other for so many years. I see you have something on your mind, so you should just say it."

"Well, I want to ask you, since you and Fatty Kun went to Haojiang back then, has your business still been thriving?"

"Damn it! You know what's going on in Haojiang.

This place has long been dominated by young people. Ever since Shuifang Lai became the lord, even Fatty Kun has retired. I'm lucky to have a meal."

"Don't be modest. People like you who wave white paper fans, how can you not make a living?

If I'm not mistaken, many of the junket operators in the water rooms are still working with you, right?"

There was a faint laugh from the other end of the phone, followed by a quick response.

"Brother Wei, after saying so much, you just won't tell me why you came to see me.

If you just want to chat, why don't I come to Hong Kong Island one day so we can have a good chat face to face?"