Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

"Sha Sir, what are you doing here so early in the morning?"

"What for? Damn it, of course I'm returning the favor!"

Fei Sha's eyes were dark and swollen, clearly indicating that he had stayed up all night.

As he entered, he asked He Yaozong for a cigarette, then pulled up a chair and sat down.

After taking two deep puffs of his cigarette, Feisha finally spoke.

"I stayed up all night in the detention room because of that mess between you and Liansheng!"

He Yaozong smiled upon hearing this and said, "Thank you for your help, Sir Sha. If there are any trusted friends or relatives, you can ask them to go to the Zihua stall on Haitan Street and have a chat.

Maybe if I'm lucky, I can win a hundred thousand or eighty thousand in one go."

Feisha glared at He Yaozong fiercely.

"Who do you think I am? I did this to fulfill my duty and to repay you for your kindness!

If you continue to do this, I will sue you for allegedly bribing a public official!"

"Sha Sir is right!"

"I'm not going to chat with you any more, I have to go back and catch up on my sleep.

The reason I came here this time is to tell you that Temple Street should be quiet in the short term.

Last night, Chung Hsin Yi went too far. Our O-Tribe A team, led by Liao Sir, has already issued a directive to sweep Chung Hsin Yi's fields continuously this week until they behave themselves!

He Yaozong scratched his head and said, "Sir Sha, can the Zhongxinyi group be honest?"

"At least for a short period of time, we can keep them in line. That's why I came here this time to tell you that Temple Street should be peaceful this week.

But you'll be on your own for the rest of the story. Lian Haolong and his gang are vindictive and won't let this go."

After saying this, Feisha shook his drowsy head and then stood up.

"I have repaid your favor. In the future, you must behave honestly.

Otherwise, if you fall into my hands, I will show no mercy!"

Seeing Feisha about to leave, He Yaozong reached out and grabbed his arm, and asked a question that left Feisha confused.

"Sha Sir, how many years have you been the sheriff?"

"What's it to you?"

"No, I want to ask, when do you think you can be promoted to inspector?"

When Feisha was asked about his sore spot, his face instantly turned dark.

But he still answered patiently.

"If the weather is good, I can hold on for a few more years. When I can't bear it anymore, maybe the higher-ups will take pity on me and reward me with a flower to carry on my shoulders.

If too many troublemakers like you fail, I might never get promoted in my lifetime, and one day I might even be transferred to guard a pond!"

"How could that be? Sir Sha looks like a blessed man. Who knows, he might even be promoted to superintendent someday."

Feisha was instantly amused by He Yaozong.

"Forget about being a superintendent. I've already been promoted to a senior inspector in my lifetime. I'm so grateful to my ancestors for their kindness!"

He Yaozong agreed calmly.

"What if loyalty, faith, and righteousness fall into your hands?"

Feisha seemed to realize that He Yaozong was not joking with him, and immediately put away his smile.

"What the hell are you talking about? Liao Zhizong and his team have been monitoring Zhongxinyi for seven or eight years and haven't found any flaws.

If Zhongxinyi fell into my hands, I think I could even be on the cover of Asia Weekly!

"Everything depends on human effort. Maybe I can help you."

He Yaozong showed his signature smile, and for a moment Feisha couldn't tell whether this guy was teasing him or he really had something to say.

But after thinking about it carefully, Feisha gave up this arrogant idea.

He muttered something stupid, then left the room with his hands behind his back.

……

Jordan, Lin Huaile's residence.

It was already seven o'clock in the morning, and Lin Huaile had just finished taking a cold shower.

Last night, he was taken to the detention room by a group of police officers from Organized Crime and Triad Bureau and questioned all night long. He was not released until an hour ago.

Fortunately, the one who started the trouble was Zhong Xinyi, and the police did not threaten to file any charges against him for the time being.

However, last night, more than 20 thugs who were involved in a fight at his place were taken away, and he needed to raise more than 200,000 yuan for the bail alone.

Compared with this small amount of bail, what worries Lin Huaile more is how to deal with Zhong Xinyi's sudden attack at any time.

The police took him into the cell for questioning, which was obviously sending a message to the outside world - the scouts in Temple Street were under the charge of Lin Huaile.

The stimulation of the cold water made Lin Huaile sober up a lot. He walked to the balcony and sat on a rattan chair, sitting down like Fat Deng, looking up at the fish belly white in the eastern sky.

“With loyalty and righteousness, there will be glory and wealth!

Uncle Deng, do you prefer people who can contribute to the community, or people who are always at your disposal?

Or maybe both..."

Chapter 42 If you had told me earlier that you were Vietnamese, I might have asked for less!

At Lau Fau Shan in Yuen Long, Wang Jianjun and his group were crowded in a tin house by the sea, sharing a pot of freshly cooked porridge.

The only sounds in the room were the clinking of cutlery and the slurping of porridge, until Wang Jianjun finished eating and put down his cutlery.

Wang Jianguo, who had been waiting for a long time, finally spoke.

"Brother, didn't you say you were coming to Hong Kong Island to collect the skins of Shar-Pei plums? When are you leaving?"

Wang Jianjun said nothing, but picked up a nylon bag on the ground, took out a "Black Star" pistol from it, removed the magazine and spring, and examined it carefully.

He then reassembled the gun and looked at his brother.

"No need, Shar-Pei is already dead!"

"Then why are we coming to Hong Kong Island...Brother, wasn't that batch of goods stolen by Shar-Pei Lee?"

Wang Jianguo's heart suddenly became hot.

"Don't ask too much, a car will come to pick us up soon."

After Wang Jianjun finished speaking, he stood up and glanced at the group of brothers present.

Then he said, "Handsome Meng will drive for a while, and Target Boy, you take two brothers to follow.

The rest of you and Jianguo stay here and wait for my news.

Also, remember to bring your weapons with you. I've asked the Number Gang's smuggler to leave a boat here. In case of any emergency, Jianguo, you take them back to the mainland first!"

……

At 10:30 in the morning, a minibus stopped steadily in front of the Hetai Tea House.

Wang Jianjun stood up from the car and pulled his black tight vest, just covering the Black Star pistol stuck behind his waist.

"Target boy, you and I get out of the car.

Handsome Meng, you stay in the car. If you hear gunshots later, drive back to Liu Fau Shan and meet up with Jianguo and the others.

I've arranged for a snakehead to pick you up there. After you go back, don't show up for a while!"

Everyone understood and just nodded, knowing that it was an order, and then watched Wang Jianjun and the target shooter get off the car.

Hetai Teahouse, Peony Pavilion private room.

squeak-

The door was pushed open.

The two men walked without making any sound, which made He Yaozong, who was sitting in the tea room, look at them with more respect.

"Sit down! Let me introduce myself. My name is He Yaozong. I asked the boss Quan to invite you to Hong Kong Island."

Wang Jianjun glanced around the tea room vigilantly. After confirming that He Yaozong was the only one in the room, he signaled the target shooter to keep watch at the door, and then walked into the room alone.

"You're helping me get rid of Shar-Pei Li, and you're paying us to cross the sea. What's the point?!"

Wang Jianjun sat down on the chair opposite He Yaozong and spoke coldly.

He Yaozong didn't hesitate at all and said directly: "Hire a killer!"

"Don't do it!"

Wang Jianjun answered very straightforwardly and was about to stand up.

"Two hundred thousand!"

Wang Jianjun stopped when he heard the sound.

"not enough!"

"I'm talking about two hundred thousand per person!"

After seeing Wang Jianjun sit down again, He Yaozong smiled and pushed a cup of tea to him.

“If you think it’s not enough, you can always add more.”

Helping the glasses to deal with the disaster was the cause, and asking Wang Jianjun to quote a price was the result.

As soon as he heard the name Wang Jianjun, He Yaozong understood how profitable this deal would be.

A hint of suspicion flashed in Wang Jianjun's eyes.

"You have to understand, there are eight of us in this group, and each of us gets 200,000, that's 1.6 million!"

“Yes, even if you rob a gold shop and risk being shot, you may not be able to make a million.

Now I just want you to go and kill a few people. 200,000 each is definitely better than robbing a gold shop, right?"

Wang Jianjun was silent for a while, then spoke.