Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

"What the hell is this?"

A foul stench wafted over, and Dafei disgustedly grabbed the grasshopper, threw it on the ground, and stomped it to death.

He then brought his fingertips to his nose and smelled them, immediately gagging.

"Fuck their mothers! The gangs in Macau use such despicable methods! Kill them all!"

Just as Dafei was furious, a henchman ran up to him.

He said breathlessly, "Brother Dafei, these bastards dumped their stuff and ran away. Should we chase after them?"

"Go after them! Why aren't you chasing them?!"

"But...but the customers in the venue are complaining."

They were heading towards the VIP room to exchange their chips, where several wealthy businessmen from Southeast Asia had arranged to play all night.

"If we don't catch all those dung beetles, I'm afraid the customers will complain to Mr. Jiang and his team!"

Dafei was so angry that he felt dizzy and lightheaded.

He immediately grabbed the henchman's shoulder and wiped the feces off his hands on his clothes.

"Listen, no matter what, calm those guests down first."

If I hear that rich guy complaining to Mr. Jiang, I'll catch these shitbugs tonight and feed them to you one by one!

"Okay, I'll take care of it right away!"

Dafei was usually eccentric and crazy, so no one dared to doubt the weight of his words.

For a moment, the group of thugs who were watching the game stopped chasing after them and frantically started cleaning up the casino.

However, before Da Fei could quell his anger, he saw another henchman covered in blood running towards him.

"Brother Dafei, Brother Dafei, the Number Gang has sent people to cause trouble again!"

"Explanation?"

"They threw Molotov cocktails at the venue outside and even slashed more than twenty of our brothers!"

"Damn it! Take your men and go back to kill them!"

"They ran away after killing people, and now the casino outside is on fire. Should we put out the fire first?"

……

Room 8012, He Yaozong's residence.

jingle——

Jimmy rang the doorbell from outside.

Then the door opened, and looking at the worried Jimmy, Ho Yiu-chung simply nodded.

"I know everything. Are the junket operators working at the casino alright?"

Jimmy followed He Yaozong into the room and responded.

"No one from the junket operators got hurt, but many of our brothers and the Luen Shing gang were injured by those knife-wielding thugs."

They came with spray guns, and our people were hesitant to act for fear of hurting our guests!

"What's the situation down there now?"

"The Macau Security Bureau personnel have arrived, and the situation is temporarily under control, but..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that the Portuguese are demanding that we suspend operations for rectification!"

He Yaozong couldn't help but sneer: "Tsk! When others come to cause trouble, these foreigners want us to shut down and rectify our business!"

"You like making changes, huh? Then I'll help you make some good changes!"

Jimmy couldn't help but worry: "Boss, are you preparing to go to war with the Number Gang?"

“Turn off the number to help those people! Ahua already told me that the two groups didn’t come together.”

It's obvious that it's the water room people, using the Number Gang's name to cause trouble and force us to join them in declaring war on the Number Gang!

"So how do we respond? Right now, our place relies entirely on the people from the brothel to bring in customers. We can't exactly fall out with them, can we?"

"Of course we can't afford to break off relations!"

A sinister glint flashed in He Yaozong's eyes. He then looked at Jimmy and gave him some instructions.

"Listen, tomorrow you will spread the word in my name that you want to meet Shui Fanglai at the Fortress Hotel at 7 p.m.

We, the Wo Luen Shing, are prepared to stand united with Wo On Lok and formally declare war on the Number Gang!

This matter must be made public, the more sensational the better!

Jimmy knew Ho Yiu-chung's character well; standing with Shui Fong Lai right now, holding his nose, was definitely not his style.

But he didn't dare ask too many questions. As a businessman, he knew that it might be a good thing if he didn't know many things!

Jimmy nodded blankly to Ho Yiu-chung and then left the room.

After Jimmy closed the door, Ho Yiu-chung went straight back to the bedroom.

He picked up his phone and dialed Qiu Gang'ao's number.

“Ah Ao, go to He Tai Tea House now and find Xiao Hui, who is in charge of my accounts.”

I'll tell her to give you some money, and then you should go to Cha Guo Ling right away!

"Over there, find me a group of Vietnamese guys who love making big money, and then I'll send a boat to Kwun Tong to pick you up..."

Chapter 115 Hiring a Killer at Tea Fruit Ridge

Late at night, Tai Kok Tsui Estate.

drip-

As two horn blared from outside the dilapidated sports field in the housing estate, Mo Yiquan, with a cigarette between his fingers, strode toward the Toyota with its headlights on.

Qiu Gang'ao drove over to pick him up.

"Brother Ao, did Mr. He instruct you to do something?"

The vehicle started, and Qiu Gang'ao simply nodded.

Mo Yiquan seemed to understand something when she was suddenly called out to do something in the middle of the night.

This matter may be a bit tricky.

"Where are Brother Hua and Bursting Beads?"

"We're not inviting them this time."

Qiu Gang'ao turned the steering wheel and drove into Tangwei Street.

Then he asked Mo Yiquan a question.

"What have Brother Hua and Bursting Beads been up to lately?"

Mo Yiquan fell silent.

Since their release from prison, they have indeed made a lot of money by working for He Yaozong.

However, they did have criminal records and were former elite officers of the police force.

Few people understand the principle of not flaunting wealth.

“Brother Ao, Brother Hua has a wife and children, and he still has to work at the car wash.”

Although Baozhu is not married, he still has two parents to support. He recently found a job delivering newspapers and occasionally buys lottery tickets.

He hopes to buy a house in Wan Chai while his parents are still alive, so that they can enjoy their retirement.

"What about you?"

"I don't have that kind of leisure for them. I'm only busy eating, so the whole family isn't hungry."

Ever since graduating from Wong Chuk Hang and starting my regular job, I've never thought about what else I could do in my life besides being a policeman.

Qiu Gang'ao nodded, and then said.

“Mr. He called me tonight. I need to go to Macau to take care of something for him. When he comes back, he’ll set up a magazine for us.”

Mo Yiquan was slightly taken aback, then threw the cigarette butt out the window.

"No way, let's not even talk about Brother Hua for now. When Baozhu and I were in police academy, we hated academic classes the most."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have failed the exam for trainee inspector for so many years.

"Set up a magazine for us? This isn't...this isn't..."

Mo Yiquan was at a loss for words and couldn't find a suitable adjective to express his thoughts.

Qiu Gang'ao simply smiled and shook his head.

"Don't worry, we don't need to take care of things at the magazine. What we need to do is take the shares and hire a group of professional paparazzi!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Yiquan immediately understood.

However, he still had some doubts.

"Could you elaborate on what Mr. He wants us to do?"

If it's going to be a gamble, I should plan ahead. At the very least, I should use the spare money in the house to support Brother Hua's wife and children.

"No need, it's perfectly safe!"

……

The car drove all the way to Chaguoling, the territory of Qu Wangui, nicknamed "The Fierce Ghost".

The previous times Qiu Gang'ao and others purchased weapons and explosives, they got them from Qu Wangui.

The small tea plantation is dotted with hundreds of huts of all sizes.

This place is a melting pot of all sorts of people, and its level of chaos is comparable to that of the former Kowloon Walled City.

A hoodlum from Southeast Asia, an Indian who makes a living by using his body to transport drugs, and a Vietnamese guy who escaped from a refugee camp.