Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

"That's right, but this was something the boss told me to do, to cooperate with the number in a play!"

The plane's answer was very straightforward, which immediately made the string of explosions give up on the fish head brand.

His lips twitched, and Chuanbao asked again.

"Now that the dragon has spoken, you are to personally send your boss on his way. Are you willing to do it?"

The plane's answer was as straightforward as ever: "Do it!"

"You need to think this through. Many people could do this."

No matter what, Fish Head Brand is still your boss!

"I have a clear conscience as I do what I do for the club!"

The plane did not hesitate at all; on the contrary, it seemed to be eager to give this response, as if this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make a name for itself, and if it was not careful, someone else would take it away.

With just one sentence, Chuanbao gained a complete understanding of this younger brother.

His gaze toward the plane turned completely cold, and he simply nodded slowly before speaking.

"Give Fish Head a proper burial!"

Chapter 137 If we can't subdue the Wo Luen Shing triad, then let this triad disappear from Hong Kong Island!

At dusk, at Kwun Tong Pier, the diesel generator of a fishing boat started up, and it slowly sailed southeast.

When Yu Toubiao was dragged out of bed without a word early in the morning, he felt like he had just had a ridiculous dream.

Ever since he was taken into that safe house by the Political Department, he was only focused on surviving. He also wondered if, with the support of the Political Department and the Li family, he could really turn his luck around and rewrite the chapter of his life.

But he didn't expect to wake up from this dream so quickly, and he certainly didn't expect that the one who would ultimately send him on his way would be his own Toastmasters plane!

In the fish-smelling cabin, Fish Head was hunched over in the corner, his lips chapped from thirst; he hadn't eaten or drunk anything for almost twenty hours.

He watched helplessly as the plane, clutching a bundle of rope, walked step by step toward him.

After licking his dry lips, Fish Head finally couldn't help but speak.

"I didn't expect the gang to send you to do this. It seems the scheme was exposed a long time ago!"

"If you have any last words, hurry up and finish them."

The plane squatted expressionlessly in front of the fish head logo, showing no affection for this big shot.

"Airplane, I'm about to die, aren't you even going to give me a sip of water?"

The plane shook its head indifferently: "Giving you a complete corpse is the only thing I can do for you!"

Fish Head Biao couldn't help but give a miserable laugh: "We're going to be stuffed into an iron bucket and sunk to the sea anyway, what's the point of leaving a whole corpse?"

As he spoke, he frowned, staring into the airplane's emotionless eyes.

He then said, "Airplane, you are still my younger brother. If I were you, I shouldn't have taken on this mission."

Killing a powerful figure in the Bai Clan is bad luck!

"You're right. Just like your insubordination and collusion with foreigners against your own leader, you won't have a good ending either!"

Faced with the dying words of Fish Head, the plane merely frowned.

After giving this response, he didn't say anything more.

He had already tied the rope in his hand into a slipknot and put it around the neck of the fish head.

He then nimbly stood up, placed one foot on the fish head's chest, and pulled the rope sharply with the other hand.

"belch--"

Fish Head suddenly rolled its eyes back, stuck out its tongue, and its face turned bruised.

After struggling violently for a while, it became completely still, like a dead fish.

Looking closer at the rope around its neck, it was already deeply embedded in the flesh of the fish head's neck.

The plane dropped the rope and calmly clapped its hands.

"I have a clear conscience about what I've done for the club!"

……

The following day at noon, at the residence of David Jordan, the head of the political department, in the mid-levels of Victoria Peak.

A foreign police superintendent carrying a forensic report walked into David's living room.

"Sir, these damned scoundrels are openly slapping our political department in the face!"

Deputy supervisor Andrei handed David an expert report, his face full of anger.

David took the report without even glancing at it; he already knew what had happened.

At 6 p.m., someone threw a bloody finger onto the hood of his car, the threat of which was obvious.

After overnight identification and comparison, it was found that these were indeed Li Zhikai's fingers.

Coupled with the disappearance of the fish head logo, David has concluded that this is the young man from Wo Shing Wo declaring war on their political department!

They're really turning against the Heavenly Gang; it's always their Political Department that's threatening others!

"Andrei, just tell me directly, have you discovered anything?"

"Have!"

Andrei responded, "A small amount of cow hair was found inside the nail of the severed finger."

Based on the laboratory analysis, the evidence department has identified the leather factory on Peng Chau Island as the target!

We immediately dispatched people to collect evidence, and sure enough, we found the murder scene in an abandoned factory on Ping Chau Island!

David seemed indifferent to Andrei's reply.

He simply asked, "Has the Li family said anything?"

"Manager, I don't understand. Since last night, you've been sending me to communicate with the Li family."

This is a provocation against the dignity of our Political Department by Hong Kong community groups. Why are you so concerned about the Li family's attitude?

"Superintendent Andrei!"

David's expression hardened, and he spoke.

"Hong Kong Island is the jewel in the hands of Great Britain, and this jewel is about to roll out of the Queen's grasp!"

Andrei swallowed hard, then fell silent, waiting for David to continue.

"I want you to understand one thing: with each passing year, the political department will receive less and less funding."

What we should do most now is to deliver a satisfactory report to the cabinet within a limited time and with the least amount of money!

Instead of spending our days trying to fool the Governor of Hong Kong, this is about our future standing when we return to London!

"Manager, can you just tell me what to do?"

Before I answer your question, I hope you will answer the question I just raised.

Tell me, what's the Li family's stance?

"Li Zhikai was the only son in the family. Now that he is dead, what attitude can the Li family have?"

Hysan Development is willing to fully cooperate with our Political Department!

"That's good. I was worried that they would be concerned about their so-called reputation and force themselves to swallow their anger."

"Andrei, continue your investigation. The most urgent task now is to find the murderer who killed Li Zhikai!"

"Sir, the Li family has made a request: if we want to get involved, they don't want the Political Department to launch an investigation into Li Zhikai's case!"

David couldn't help but sneer: "In their Eastern parlance, the Li family is being greedy and wanting more!"

They built their fortune on the back of the British Empire, and now they know how to cherish their own wings. Where in the world is there such a good thing?

After saying this, David pondered for a moment, then gave Andrei another instruction.

"Go and give the police a heads-up. With the Wo Shing Foundation, we can't just rely on our political department to be on the front lines. They should take some action too!"

If the Wo Luen Shing triad cannot be subdued, then let this organization disappear completely from Hong Kong Island!

Inside Zhang Shih-hao's villa in Repulse Bay.

Just last night, after bringing back the ransom, Cheung Sai-ho paid out of his own pocket and took a few brothers out for a night of heavy drinking in Wan Chai, only returning home when it was almost dawn.

Having just sobered up, Zhang Shih-hao felt his mouth was dry and his stomach was full of pent-up anger. He couldn't help but run to the bathroom and vomit again.

Guo Jinfeng followed him into the restroom and patted Zhang Shih-hao's back.

"Brother Hao, no matter how happy you are in the future, don't drink like this."

You don't even know how many times you threw up last night!

After rinsing his mouth with the tea offered by Guo Jinfeng, Zhang Shihao grinned.

"Jin Feng, don't let my appearance fool you, I'm actually very happy inside!"

"I'll go to the study, lie down on the pile of money, and count it all carefully. Then all my worries will disappear!"

Guo Jinfeng then took out a hot towel that she had prepared beforehand and handed it to Zhang Shihao to apply to his face, and then said.

"Ah Xun and the others just called to ask if you're awake yet."

He's speculating and guessing they're a bit short on cash, and he's hoping you'll share the money with them sometime soon!

"Damn it! When have I, Zhang Shihao, ever wronged my brothers?"

Zhang Shih-hao wiped his face with the towel, then tossed it onto the washbasin.

As he walked toward the living room, he began to instruct Guo Jinfeng.

"Call them in a bit and tell them that if they're short on cash, they can take some money from you to spend first."

But the 300 million ransom is absolutely not to be touched now!

The reason he was caught by the police when he robbed the armored truck was because he was too eager to go out and have a good time.

We must learn from this experience; this money needs to be thoroughly cleaned before we spend it!

Seeing that Zhang Shih-hao was becoming more and more cautious, Guo Jin-feng couldn't help but feel secretly pleased.