Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

"Brother Wei, what are you saying? Back when you first rose to power, you were so full of vigor and ambition."

Now, though old, he remains as strong as ever, still a pillar of Wo Shing Wo.

That's why, when Wo Shing came to Macau to do business, they had no choice but to ask you, sir, to come and negotiate.

Getting back to the point, Fat Deng immediately wiped the smile off his face.

"Hei Zai Rong, I only have one question for you: do you really want to be the person in charge of Wo On Lok?"

"Brother Wei, what are you saying? Who wouldn't want to be in charge?"

"So that means you really do need Wo Shing's help?"

The smile on Hei Zai Rong's lips slowly faded. After thinking for a moment, he lowered his voice.

"That's right. If Wo Shing can help me get through this, our two families will be brothers for generations to come!"

"As long as Anle and I have food to eat in Macau, Wo Shing Wo will also have food to eat!"

Fat Deng's eyelids drooped.

"To tell you the truth, He Yaozong is a man who eats people without spitting out the bones!"

Even if you make him work for you and he rises to a higher position in the water room, he'll still be subservient, a puppet in a murky and ambiguous position.

Hei Zai Rong looked surprised.

"Brother Wei, how can you talk about your own boss like that?"

Fat Deng snorted coldly: "A person in charge? We, Wo Shing, don't have such an unruly person in charge!"

Since the split of the Wo Shing triad, our Wo Shing triad has been a nine-district rotating triad, with each term's leader elected by the uncles through a vote.

When it comes to him, he'll resort to blatant extortion and bribery of those spineless scoundrels. The decades-old rules of the Lian Sheng Group are about to be ruined in his hands!

He paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said.

"I guarantee that once he gets the junket rights from you, he'll definitely use coercion and bribery. Before long, all the junket operators in your brothel will be doing whatever he tells them to do."

"By then, you, Hei Zai Rong, will have neither manpower nor money. If you want to secure your position as the leader, you'll have to compromise with him. He'll have you under his thumb for life!"

Fat Deng has essentially bet everything.

The purpose of presenting the pros and cons was to incite fear in Hei Zai Rong's heart.

Sure enough, Hei Zai Rong was starting to get restless.

“Brother Wei, but if I don’t cooperate with him now, what if he teams up with Wei and his gang in the market to get me?”

"I'm telling you to cooperate with Wo Luen Shing, not to cooperate with Ho Yiu Chung!"

Fat Deng raised his eyelids and glared at Blackie Rong, then spoke.

"Ho Yiu-chung's position in Wo Luen Shing is not stable. If he dies, I will still have some influence in Wo Luen Shing."

We'll then cultivate a new leader to take over, and he'll follow in your and Anle's footsteps to the very end!

I won't use my power to intimidate you. Once you've firmly established yourself as the bookmaker at Wo On Lok, it'll be just a matter of a word from you for Wo Luen Shing to withdraw from Macau!

A look of fear appeared on Hei Zai Rong's face.

"Brother Wei, this... colluding with other gang leaders to murder their own leader, isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"What's wrong with that? I just want to restore peace and order to the Wo Shing Wo!

I've brought this matter out into the open, so are you still worried that I won't keep my promise?

"Hei Zai Rong, I advise you not to overthink it. Opportunity knocks but once. Take advantage of the current chaos in Macau and make a quick decision. Once He Yaozong has sidelined you, it will be too late for regrets!"

Hei Zai Rong sat blankly on the sofa, as if caught in a fierce internal struggle.

After a long silence, he finally spoke.

"I've known Brother Wei for so many years, I'll trust you one more time!"

Tell me, what do you need me to do?

"Simple!"

Fat Deng immediately replied, "Ho Yiu-chung is a bold and meticulous man. His security is even more comprehensive than that of the Governor of Hong Kong!"

That way, since he trusts you, invite him to have tea at Anle's place. Then, have a gunman kill him. Afterwards, spread the word that it was a gunman from the Number Gang!

"Damn it! What nonsense are you talking about, Brother Wei?"

If I kill him on my turf, won't I be stuck taking the blame?!

"Blackie Rong, cut the Gordian knot!"

Fat Deng could no longer remain calm and then spoke.

"As long as He Yaozong is dead, the final interpretation right will be in my hands."

I'm a gunman for the Number Gang, that's what a gunman for the Number Gang is!

Wo Luen Shing could also use this opportunity to eliminate the influence of the "Number Gang" in Macau, giving you absolute dominance there. What could be better than that?

Faced with Fat Deng's escalating offers, Blackie Rong was clearly tempted.

He fumbled for a cup of warm tea on the table, brought it to his lips, and took a sip.

He then gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Wei, back in the day you were famous throughout Hong Kong and Kowloon, I only had to say you were a bastard!"

I never expected that someone so old and cunning could be so malicious!

Okay, I'm betting on this one. I hope you keep your promise. If I can become the bookmaker in Macau in the future, I will never forget your great kindness, Brother Wei!

After being told that by Hei Zai Rong, even Fat Deng, who has a thick skin, couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

But only for a moment, Fat Deng's eyes regained their fierce look.

"Hey, you don't need to embarrass me!"

I just made it very clear that I did this in order to uphold the traditions of the Luen Shing Society over the past decades and for the future of the Luen Shing Society's nine districts!

Rules passed down for decades must not be ruined by one person!

After saying that, Fat Deng stood up, leaning on his cane, and actually stood in front of Blackie Rong, bowing shakily to him.

"Hei Zai Rong, the honor and disgrace of the He family are all in your hands!"

"Brother Wei, what are you doing?"

Hei Zai Rong quickly got up and helped Fei Deng up.

"Alright, I'll remember what you told me."

When you get back, tell me you've already reached an agreement with me!

I'll arrange the rest as soon as possible!

"Thank you!"

Fat Deng burst into tears. The old man had been telling the rules to the Lian Sheng for decades, but at this moment, he had actually fooled himself.

He was clearly holding his breath and couldn't swallow it, but he felt that he was doing it to protect the interests of the Ninth District Hall and to ensure that everyone in the Ninth District Hall had a seat.

As for why the former leader, Chik, was imprisoned, and how Lam Wai-lok of Jordan died, he remained silent.

After instructing his henchmen to see Fat Deng off, Blackie Rong sat down again.

He calmly finished his tea, then reached under the coffee table and pulled out a sophisticated recording device.

After fiddling with the recording equipment for a while, Hei Zai Rong couldn't help but shake his head.

"Brother Wei, what are you trying to achieve by doing this?"

He's been the boss for so many years, and he's been so powerful and influential in Wo Luen Shing. Now that he's almost buried in the ground, he's still coming out to compete with the younger generation!

"Haojiang isn't what you think. What era are we living in? Still clinging to those outdated rules? Why don't you go and overthrow the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming?!"

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Upon arriving at the outer harbor pier, a sightseeing boat took Fei Deng back.

The boat sailed very slowly, from noon until 3:30 pm, before finally carrying Fat Tang back to Tsim Sha Tsui.

The henchmen arranged by Ho Yiu-chung to take Fat Tang back to Hong Kong helped Fat Tang up the long steps of the pier after he disembarked.

"Uncle Deng, the leader just called me."

He's very grateful to you for securing the junket business in Macau for the triad. He's disembarking in Tsim Sha Tsui and wants me to show you around the area.

Fat Deng walked shakily to the car that had come to pick him up, then looked up at the towering buildings of Tsim Sha Tsui, and finally shook his head.

"No need, I'm a little tired. Take me home to rest first!"

The Tsim Sha Tsui site he once longed for is nothing compared to Ho Yiu-chung, who now makes him feel like he has a thorn in his side!

The accompanying henchmen didn't say much, but simply helped Fei Deng into the car, and then the vehicle started and drove all the way to Shixiawei.

After Fat Deng got out of the car, his henchmen did not follow.

This puzzled Fat Deng.

He glanced back at the henchman sitting in the car.

"What, aren't you coming up with me?"

"No, Uncle Deng, you mentioned before that we're all staying in your house all day, making it seem like we're spying on you."

"From now on, Uncle Deng, you'll be responsible for arranging your own daily needs and who takes care of you," Long said.

Fat Deng couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems that this trip to Macau has completely fooled Ho Yiu-chung.

Without saying much, he slowly walked upstairs, leaning on his cane.

In the corridor of the tenement building, Fat Deng walked to his own door, only to find that the front door was wide open.

He was taken aback for a moment, then looked inside.

They discovered that He Yaozong was already sitting on their sofa, smoking a cigarette as if no one else was around.

Accompanying him was the shooting ranger who had returned from Macau with Ho Yiu-chung.

For a moment, Fat Deng seemed to realize something, but he still mustered his spirits and went inside.