Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

Without thinking too much, He Yaozong directly dialed Feisha's number.

"Hey?"

"Sha Sir, have you figured out what I asked you to ask?"

Hearing that the call was from He Yaozong, Feisha laughed and explained on the phone.

"It's Ayao, I'm lost!

I'm really sorry. The headquarters just held a commendation meeting for me and I just came back from Arsenal Street.

But you don't have to worry, I have already found out everything. It was Zhang Chongbang who found Tony from Jingyi Society and learned some embarrassing stories about Ahua from him.

I've already called Tony and warned him off from his nonsense.

These are just some personal grudges between gangsters. Those who were hacked didn’t say anything. If things get out of hand, I will have to report to my superiors.

I'm about to get promoted, and if Tony dares to give me trouble, I'm going to make him pay!"

"Then Ah Hua will be released soon?"

"Don't worry, without evidence, Zhang Chongbang will detain him for three hours at most.

But I advise you to be careful and beware of villains.

I know Zhang Chongbang best. He's always trying to make a big news story, and who knows, he might find another excuse to drag Ah Hua back for questioning.

"Thank you, Sha Sir."

"No, I owe you a lot. I'll treat you to a meal when I have time."

"No need, Sha-sir. Congratulations in advance on your promotion. See you later."

After hanging up the phone, He Yaozong took a deep breath.

It is now one thirty-five in the afternoon.

Three hours had passed since Ahua was taken back to the police station.

After thinking for a moment, he stood up and shouted to the reception room next door.

"Xiwei, stop reading those pornographic magazines of yours.

Come here, I have something for you to do!"

At exactly two o'clock in the afternoon, Wuying, who was bored to death in the place on Temple Street, suddenly received a call from He Yaozong.

The person on the other end of the phone told him to hurry to Hetai Teahouse, as He Yaozong had something for him to do.

When Wuying arrived at the door of Hetai Teahouse in a dusty state, he was stunned by the scene before him.

The entire street in front of the teahouse was already filled with fighters ready to fight.

Looking around, there were crowds of people, at least more than two hundred people!

They all looked at the black fly eagerly, their eyes full of enthusiasm.

He Yaozong walked out of the teahouse and threw a cigarette to Wuying.

"Your eldest brother, Ah Hua, was taken away by the police because Tony from the Jingyi Society exposed him.

I know that you two have been in Jingyi Society for so many years and have been holding a lot of anger in your hearts.

Today I will provide you with money and people to give you a chance to make a name for yourself. Are you willing to take it?"

Wuying immediately understood what He Yaozong meant.

He mustered up the courage and asked tentatively.

"Brother Yao, what you mean is... to take over the Jingyi Society's territory and plant a flag in Mong Kok?"

"no!"

He Yaozong shook his head, which made Wuying disappointed.

But He Yaozong's next words immediately made Wuying's heart burn with excitement again.

"I'm not asking you to knock down Jingyi Society's territory, I'm asking you to take down their signboard and completely wipe out this sunset society from Mong Kok!"

"Brother Yao, I..."

Wuying looked at He Yaozong in disbelief, and for a moment he didn't know how to describe his feelings.

There is a difference between taking down a signboard with a prefix and conquering the territory of a prefix.

The latter still has room to sit down and talk, and the other party will have to admit defeat.

But the former completely pushes the opponent into a desperate situation!

If we want to take down the Jingyi Society sign, the cost of medicine and resettlement alone is an incalculable amount...

He Yaozong naturally understood Wuying's concerns.

He patted Wufei's shoulder.

"I've prepared the money and the people for you.

If you don’t have the courage, don’t dream of being successful!

Jingyi Society was founded by your old friend, Mr. Lin. He is now in a semi-retired state. If you can't even handle such an old ghost, don't keep telling your eldest brother that you want to make a name for yourself! "

Wuying clenched his fists so hard that they made a clattering sound. No matter what the consequences might be, as long as it involved a face issue, he would definitely go for it without hesitation!

"Don't say anything, Brother Yao. You've got so many brothers to accompany me. If I don't completely crush the Jingyi Society's signboard today, I'll jump off the Xingfa Building!"

Mr. Lin, the leader of Jingyi Society, was hiding in a teahouse on Tangle Street drinking health tea.

He's been in a really bad mood lately.

Holding a cup of health-preserving tea, Mr. Lin fell into deep thought.

He started out as a gangster in his teens. In that turbulent era, he was lucky enough to have the opportunity to work in the territory of the Baifen Ma family, one of the four major families.

Life was good at first, but it didn't last long.

I don’t know what went wrong in the brains of the two brothers Baifen and Ma, but they suddenly gave up their white powder business and switched to selling newspapers!

Having lost his backer, he really wasted several years.

Fortunately, the good times came. With the establishment of the Independent Commission Against Corruption, the era of the four major detectives came to an end. The underground forces in various parts of Hong Kong Island were reshuffled, and the community showed a blowout development.

He also followed the trend of the times and set up the Jingyi Society, a makeshift team.

The club has had some bumps along the way over the years, and its development has not been satisfactory, but it is still acceptable.

As he got older, Mr. Lin had already understood his fate and started preparing for retirement.

However, he never expected that his confidant Si Niu Hao of many years would be targeted by the police and handed over the society's account books and bank accounts.

In half a month, the Jingyi Society's business was raided by the police, and only one tenth of its side businesses remained.

All his disciples and former officials ran away or were arrested. If it weren't for the fact that he still had several legitimate businesses on Tangle Street, he would have thought that the Jingyi Society could be disbanded on the spot!

"Damn it! A person's fate is determined by heaven!"

Pulling his thoughts back, Mr. Lin couldn't help but shook his head. He drank a cup of tea, which had a fragrant aroma but was bitter without any sweetness.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, please go!"

Just as Mr. Lin was feeling deeply moved, a henchman ran up rashly, with a look of horror on his face, and shouted at Mr. Lin.

Mr. Lin put down his teacup and couldn't help asking.

"Why should I run?"

"No... Wuying... Wuying, that street fighter, is coming with his men to attack us!

He said Tony had provoked the emperor and caused his elder brother Ah Hua to be involved in a murder lawsuit. Now he wants to remove the name of our Jingyi Society and ask you, Grandpa, for justice!

"Hem home shovel!"

Mr. Lin was so angry that he slammed the table and stood up.

As the saying goes, it is time to take advantage of someone's misfortune. As early as when Jingyi Society was wiped out by the police, Mr. Lin had thought that Jingyi Society would sooner or later be swallowed up by other societies.

But what he never expected was... the one who came to take down his sign was actually Wuying, a loser!

Where did he get the audacity? Where did he get the confidence?

Even if the Jingyi Society is a pile of shit, it's not something that just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can step on!

But soon, the sounds of smashing and looting below the teahouse made him face reality.

A large group of thugs from Tangle Street were rushing upstairs with swords and clubs in hand.

Soon, Wuying's arrogant face appeared in front of Mr. Lin.

"Grandpa, you gave me such a hard time finding you, yet you're still in the mood to drink tea here."

Surrounded by a group of thugs, Wuying walked up to Mr. Lin with a ruthless pace.

He picked up a tea spoon, opened the lid of the teapot, and then spat into it.

Looking at Mr. Lin with a sullen face, he naturally would not miss this opportunity to show off.

"Back in the Jingyi Society, you losers always told Brother Hua that if you took me in as your younger brother, you would never be able to rise again.

Now I am like a crab crushed by a rock, what else do you want to say to me?"

Mr. Lin glanced at the knifeman following behind Wuying. Seeing that his knife was still stained with blood, the anger he had just felt had long since dissipated.

"Wuying, Jingyi Society has supported you for several years after all!

Even if you have made it big, there is no need for you to turn around and bite Jingyi Society, right?

Are you qualified to take down the Jingyi Society signboard?"

"How many years will Jingyi Society support me?"

Wuying couldn't help but sneer.

He grabbed the teapot and poured the hot soup all over Mr. Lin's head.

"Your mother! When have you ever let me off the hook for all the embarrassing and miserable things you've done in the past few years? Have we ever been given a chance to do any of the jobs that can make money?

You still have the nerve to say such things! If my boss hadn't taken me over, I would have been shot dead by the police outside the courthouse!"

The scalding hot water scalded Mr. Lin so much that he screamed. He hurriedly took a few steps back, leaned against the window of the teahouse, and looked at the fly in panic.