Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

The target shooter immediately got up, walked to the door, and closed it.

boom--

The heavy slam of the door closing was like a hammer blow to Fat Deng's chest.

"Uncle Deng, sit down and let's talk!"

He Yaozong threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out. He then took out a cassette tape from the ground and handed it to the target practicer who had returned.

Without saying much, Dabaizi walked straight to a tape recorder on the cabinet, loaded a tape, and Heizi Rong's voice immediately came out of the recorder.

"Hey Wei, long time no see! Long time no see!"

"It's been years, but you still look as radiant as ever, getting more energetic with age!"

……

Fat Deng, who had walked to the sofa, was ashen-faced. His legs could no longer support his obese body, and he collapsed onto the sofa with a thud.

Ho Yiu-chung gestured to the target shooter to turn off the recording, then looked at Fat Tang.

"I've never understood what you're thinking before."

"Is someone like you truly devoted to Wo Shing, or are you afraid that younger generations will rise up and take away your say in Wo Shing?"

Fat Deng didn't respond, but stared blankly at He Yaozong with a dazed expression.

But He Yaozong continued speaking.

"Today I've finally figured it out: an old man who doesn't die is a thief!"

If you don't like being spared to enjoy a peaceful life, then death will end it all.

Since you're so fond of talking about rules, let me ask you this: what are the rules for dealing with someone who colludes with outsiders to murder the head of a triad?

Fat Deng's lips trembled, but he ultimately said nothing.

He Yaozong sneered.

"Let me answer for you—those who collude with outsiders and frame their fellow disciples shall die by a thousand cuts!"

Fat Deng was struck dumb, his pupils contracting violently.

"He Yaozong, you are truly cunning and resourceful!"

People gather for mutual benefit; I should have known you'd already won over Hei Zai Rong!

He Yaozong got up, walked over to the tape recorder, and took out the tape.

“I’m worried that if this tape gets leaked, Uncle Deng, your reputation will be ruined in your later years.”

You're considered a highly respected senior figure at Wo Shing Pharma. I only have one question for you: is it about preserving your own dignity, or about me helping you save face?

Fat Deng remained silent, but his actions provided the answer.

Overwhelmed with grief, he didn't even touch his cane again.

He forced himself to stand up and staggered toward the kitchen.

The target shooter followed behind him, and Fat Deng filled a kettle with water and lit the gas stove in the kitchen.

Then half a pot of water was poured out, extinguishing the blue flame on the gas stove.

Then he placed the kettle on the gas stove and closed the kitchen window tightly.

He then walked out dejectedly, without saying a word, and went to the old-fashioned gramophone on the cabinet.

He Yaozong nodded at him.

“I often hear people say that when you first became the head of the organization, you performed dragon and lion dances in Yau Ma Tei, and all four chief detectives came to offer their congratulations.”

I will also hold your funeral according to the highest standards of the organization, making it a grand and prestigious affair!

After saying that, He Yaozong led the target practice team away.

All that was left for Fat Deng was the sound of the door slamming shut again!

The one I love has a smiling face.

He once gave me the light of spring in late autumn…

As the phonograph record turned, an old classic began to play.

Fat Deng stumbled to the sofa, crossed his arms, and sat down.

'I've been in this business since I was thirteen; there's no way I'm going to wash my hands of it!'

'Clubs need rules, and the nine districts need balance.'

"I also considered retiring back then, but those old guys told me that if you're going to retire, you have to retire with dignity, so that people will respect you in your old age."

……

Looking back on the past, it is still vivid in my mind.

Nearly sixty years of club life ultimately left only a mess.

He had heard countless stories of powerful figures in the underworld, and had once been famous throughout Hong Kong and Kowloon, spreading his own story to every corner of the triad.

He knew that in the world of business, being poor at midnight and rich at dawn is just a matter of a moment.

But he never imagined that his farewell would be so hasty.

The best outcome for him is to barely retain a semblance of dignity.

The smell of gas in the room grew stronger, and the Shar Pei tied to the corner began to bark wildly, sending chills down the spine.

Fat Deng didn't even have the strength to stand up.

He closed his eyes, slumped weakly against the sofa, and his consciousness gradually faded.

There was no strength left to fight for anything; on the road of life, there were only traps after traps.

One wrong step, and there's no turning back...

At 8:30 p.m., the dilapidated sports field in Shek Kip Mei Estate was suddenly surrounded by people.

Mao Dun was indeed a master at handling funeral arrangements.

Less than two hours after news of Fat Deng's death spread, he had already arranged all the funeral procedures.

Since the person who died in this case was a heavyweight, bigwigs from all the major triads in Hong Kong came in droves to pay their respects. Even the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau sent two teams to Shek Kip Mei to maintain order.

As the head of the triad, Ho Yiu-chung naturally took his place at the funeral hall early on.

To his surprise, the first group from other triads to come and pay their respects was actually the Hung Hing Sai Wan Chui Shui Kei.

“Baki, the leader of the Hung Hing Society’s Sai Wan branch, presents a pair of wreaths and a condolence payment of HK$50,000!”

As the emcee announced the news at the entrance, Ho Yiu-chung immediately stood up.

Looking outside the mourning hall, I saw Chui Shui-kei dressed in a black suit, looking grief-stricken, leading three or five henchmen as he strode toward the mourning hall.

Chapter 120 Fatty Li: If you want to live a happy life, you have to work yourself to the bone!

Chui Shui-ji and his men respectfully offered incense before the spirit tablet, and then bowed three times in a proper manner.

Finally, he walked toward He Yaozong, who was standing on one side of the mourning hall.

He was an outgoing person, and regardless of whether he had ever dealt with He Yaozong before, he immediately extended his right hand to He Yaozong.

He added with a sigh, "As the saying goes, 'An elder in a Taoist family is like a treasure.' Now that your esteemed elder has passed away, I urge you, Mr. He, to accept this loss with compassion!"

He Yaozong reached out and shook hands with Pakistan.

"Brother Ji is so thoughtful!"

"Not at all. Hung Hing and Wo Luen Shing are friendly brother gangs."

Mr. Jiang is still in Haojiang discussing the reopening of the casino with the Portuguese and won't be back for a while, so I have no choice but to swallow my pride and come over to offer incense on his behalf.

By the way, Mr. He, if you'd like to do any business in Sai Wan in the future, feel free to contact me anytime!

As expected, he's a master of seizing opportunities. Bucky has been in Hung Hing for so many years, relying on a triangular pier to remain standing for so long, all thanks to his ability to adapt to changing circumstances.

He Yaozong didn't refuse him, and simply nodded in agreement.

"Brother Kei said he'll definitely take care of any business he does in Sai Wan in the future!"

"Thank you, Mr. He!"

Knowing his place, Pakki stopped talking after hearing Ho Yiu-chung's words and went to greet the other uncles of the Wo Luen Shing family.

Chuanbao sat with Longgen on one side of the mourning hall, his mind wandering.

He couldn't understand how Deng Wei, who was perfectly fine, could have choked to death on gas inside the house.

However, the police have already conducted an investigation and confirmed that Fat Tang did indeed die in an accident.

He just couldn't figure it out, so he decided not to think about it anymore.

When Ferdinand was alive, he held the second-highest position in the Senate.

Now that Ferdinand is dead, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will still be the second-in-command in the Senate.

At least Lung Gen wasn't as arrogant as Fat Tang, and he was on good terms with the Sham Shui Po faction.

From now on, I'll definitely have more say in things at Wo Shing Wo!

Bangkok, Thailand: Inside a bustling underground boxing gym.

Fatty Li pushed his way through the sweltering crowd to the VIP section upstairs, then walked up to a spirited man with a slicked-back hairstyle.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, I'm late."

The person Fatty Li found this time was Jiang Tiansheng's younger brother, Jiang Tianyang.

Compared to Chiang Tin-sang on Hong Kong Island, Chiang Tin-yeung seems to have been more successful in Southeast Asia.

Even in the Bangkok area, many high-ranking Thai officials and politicians are willing to give him face.

"Fatty Li is here, have a seat!"

Jiang Tianyang tossed him a cigar and then pointed to the boxing gym below.

"I told you to come and place your bets, but you didn't come. You missed out on at least 500,000 baht!"