Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

The victor is the king and the loser is the bandit, you can kill if you want!"

"You're quite brave to pick!"

Seeing Lin Huaile's crazy look, he couldn't get anything valuable out of him.

Without any further ado, he gave Feng Yuxiu a wink, who immediately understood.

He held Lin Huaile's head with both hands and twisted it quickly and forcefully. There was a click, and Lin Huaile's body twitched twice, and his hands fell down weakly.

It's already dead and can't die anymore.

After getting rid of Lin Huaile, He Yaozong didn't even bother to look at him again.

Slowly standing up, he set his eyes on Aze, who was standing at the door, trembling all over.

"Aze!"

"Ah...Brother Yao!"

"Go with Ah Hua later and tell Uncle Deng about the embarrassing things your boss did.

I, Ho Yiu Chung, will clean up the mess. I'll set up a temple for your boss in Mong Kok later. Tell him to come and burn some incense!"

Ah Ze nodded vigorously and responded at the same time: "Okay, okay!"

After saying that, He Yaozong walked up to Ahua who was guarding outside the door and asked him for a cigarette.

Then he said, "Take this egg and go to Shixiawei to find Fei Deng.

Then bring me back the stick and the account book, and replace all the henchmen that Jordan left behind with Fatty Deng. From now on, you will take care of Deng Wei's food and daily life!"

Ah Hua understood He Yaozong's meaning and immediately nodded in agreement.

Shek Kip Mei Estate, where Fat Deng lived.

Fat Deng, who had been staying in his bedroom for the entire morning, suddenly heard a violent banging on the door outside.

"Open the door, Uncle Dumbledore!"

After the sound of knocking on the door, Aze was heard shouting outside.

After opening the outer door, Fat Deng felt hopeless when he saw Ah Hua standing at the door with a group of people and the pale-faced Ah Ze standing beside him.

He knew that everything was over.

Without waiting for Fei Deng to greet him, Ahua directly invited people into Fei Deng's house and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

"Uncle Deng, the person in charge has already been chosen. Why don't you hand over the Dragon Head Stick?"

"so rude!"

Fat Deng only responded coldly, then walked shakily to the armchair next to the tea table and sat down.

Ah Hua was too lazy to argue with Fat Deng, and just gave a wink to the timid Ah Ze.

Then the henchman standing behind Aze pushed him on the back and pushed Aze into the house.

Aze staggered to Fat Deng, feeling his legs and feet go weak and he almost fell to the ground several times.

Forcing himself to cheer up, he spoke to Fat Deng.

"Brother Le is dissatisfied with the results of the association's election and wants to kill the new leader.

Fortunately... fortunately, it was discovered in time, and Longtou... Longtou has cleaned up the mess, but still gave Quan Lege some face.

We'll be arranging Brother Le's funeral in Mong Kok later, and ask Uncle Deng... to remember to go over and burn some incense..."

After saying this tremblingly, Aze quietly looked up and glanced at Ahua. Fortunately, the other party did not signal him to do anything else.

Fat Deng felt his mind go blank and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Seeing that the old guy seemed to be in a state of dementia, Ah Hua became a little impatient.

He stood up suddenly and walked up to Fat Deng.

"Uncle Deng, just hand over the stick honestly, and the society will provide for your retirement!

I just can't understand it. You are already buried in the earth up to your neck, so what is there that you are reluctant to let go of?

Wouldn't it be nice to just live peacefully and enjoy a few more years of peace and happiness?"

Fat Deng raised his eyelids, glanced at Ahua, and still didn't say anything.

Now Ah Hua was too lazy to show any good face.

"From now on, your food, clothing, and daily needs will be taken care of by us in Sham Shui Po!

Brother Yao asked me to tell you something. If you like this stick so much, then just keep it.

Anyway, it's too difficult to use a broken stick to move firewood.

You just have to hand over the account books. If you delay the business of the various district halls, I'm afraid you and your uncles will have a hard time explaining it to them!"

Fat Deng's straight back finally hunched over.

"The stick and the account book are in the closet in my bedroom. Take them back and remember to tell A Yao.

The dragon head stick is a keepsake passed down through generations, and nothing can go wrong with it. It must be passed down from generation to generation, so remember to keep it well!"

Upon hearing the sound, Ah Hua immediately called two of his men to go to Fei Deng's bedroom to get something.

Then he looked at Fat Deng for a few times and continued.

"Uncle Deng, Young Master Le's body has been dragged to Tangle Street.

He was so highly regarded by you when he was alive. When the mourning hall is set up, you should go over and burn some incense, right?"

"My legs and feet are not very convenient, just ask A Yao to burn the incense for me!"

"That won't work!"

Ah Hua shook his head: "Brother Yao has said that you, Uncle Deng, must go over there to burn incense!

If you, Mr. Deng, have difficulty walking, then let my younger brother carry you over!"

As he spoke, Ah Hua waved to the two thugs again, and someone immediately came forward to lift the armchair where Fat Deng was sitting.

"enough!!"

Fat Deng suddenly shouted, then widened his eyes and glanced at the two thugs who were about to take action.

Then he stood up by holding the armrest of the chair and said in a deep voice.

"I'll go there myself!"

Tangle Street, an open space in a housing estate.

Mao Dun greeted several Taoist priests who were performing religious ceremonies, then ran to the mourning hall, took a look at Lin Huaile lying in the coffin, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

"My Lord, I never thought that the first funeral organized by a community funeral committee would be yours, Ah Le's!

After so much fighting, in the end, we didn’t even have enough space to set up a funeral hall in Jordan…”

From Chapter 102 onwards, if you win the championship every year, we will be rich and prosperous every year!

Mid-Levels of Victoria Peak, the living area for senior police officers of the Hong Kong Island Police Force.

Fang Ya'an entered a special office area and knocked on the door of an office.

"Come in!"

As a response came from inside the office, Fang Ya'an pushed open the door and entered the room.

Sitting behind the desk was a foreign police superintendent in his forties or fifties, reading a business newspaper.

This man was Henry Evans, the deputy head of the political department.

Fang Ya'an was his specially appointed assistant. He was spotted by Henry when he was training at Scotland Yard and has been working in the Political Department ever since.

“Mr. Henry, the connection with Wo Shing has broken.”

Henry did not put down his newspaper, but answered casually.

"It's broken, so what? It's not a big deal."

"Mr. Henry, the new person in charge of the company is that young man named Ho Yiu-chung from Sham Shui Po."

"Do you think we should give it a try...?"

Henry, still wanting more, put down the newspaper he was holding.

"Of course, Ya'an, I've seen all the information about this young man. I've been paying attention to him for more than half a month."

As far as I know, he's very close to Tang Judy of Washington Realty, which I believe is why he won.

Fang Ya'an quickly put on a flattering smile.

"You mean... to use Huasheng Real Estate's project in Kowloon Walled City to set a trap for this guy."

Then force him to submit to our coercion, thus cutting off his room for choice?

Henry nodded: "That's right, this young man is different from Lin Huai Le; false promises mean nothing to him."

Moreover, I firmly believe he's a capable guy; he might very well be able to manage the livelihoods of 50,000 members at Wo Shing Wo in the future. Such a person has high value in being recruited!

Fang Ya'an nodded: "Sir, could you please remind me what I should do?"

Henry did not answer immediately, but instead took out a business card from the drawer and handed it to Fang Ya'an.

"Call Mr. Thomas, and he will tell you what to do."

My old friend almost lost his entire fortune in the real estate business in Malaysia a few years ago.

As his friend, it's time for him to come to Hong Kong Island and recoup some of his losses.

Fang Ya'an accepted the business card and nodded solemnly.

Henry put down his crossed legs and continued to add.

"In addition, I will take care of the relationships with the Lands Department and the Housing Department to ensure that the young man who gets involved in the Kowloon Walled City real estate business is completely trapped."

Then you can step in and persuade this guy to side with Thomas. After a few deals, we'll have him completely under our control!

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