Hong Kong film: People in Wo Luen Shing, summoning the King of Fighters.

The shrine was stained red. The crow sneered, stepping on the fragments and saying viciously.

"What's the use of Lord Guan worshipping you? Your underlings are all stabbing their boss with knives. Nobody in this world cares about loyalty. Your ways are outdated!"

Dongxing.

Camel, the president of the Tung Sing Society, kept coughing. Tomorrow was the anniversary of the founding of Tung Sing.

He wanted to host a banquet in the main hall to entertain them.

The next day.

The main hall was brightly decorated and bustling with activity.

A camel, supporting its body, offered incense. Crows roamed nearby.

"We country folk are the most traditional, especially when we're involved in the underworld. We need to be loyal to each other. But everyone, listen up: First, don't cause trouble outside the family, and second, respect the elderly and care for the young. Got it?"

The crow said calmly, "Brother, I listened to you a lot in the Netherlands."

“The Netherlands is the Netherlands, and we know what it’s like in Hong Kong.” The camel glanced at the crow.

Chen Jialuo went too far, and Crow was also completely at fault in this regard. Now he's stuck in a dilemma, unable to advance or retreat!

At this moment, Wu Zhiwei, the smiling tiger, also walked over. His right sleeve was empty. Crow and Wu Zhiwei exchanged a glance, cursing each other inwardly.

They all thought the other was useless; if they had cooperated better, Chen Jialuo would have died.

Instead of them cutting off their hands.

Looking away, Wu Zhiwei said, "Brother, Jiang Tiansheng has come with them."

"Let's go take a look," said the camel.

Wu Zhiwei followed behind him, smiling broadly, and said, "Brother, you have a high status in the underworld and are well-liked. Besides, it's a special day today. Committee members and councilors from all over the place will definitely come to show their support."

The crow said calmly, "When it comes to flattery, you're number one."

Camel said, "Of course. He's a smiling tiger, even though he's missing an arm now."

Jiang Tiansheng was wearing a suit and sunglasses. He was followed by his henchmen, and his left arm was around his girlfriend, Fang Ting.

Fang Ting is a big star.

"Hello, Mr. Luo." Jiang Tiansheng greeted him with a smile, appearing to be a refined gentleman.

"How did you know to come here?" The camel was thin and small, looking like a country bumpkin.

“I came here specifically to see you,” Jiang Tiansheng said.

I came here specifically to talk to you about Chen Jialuo.

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang."

At this moment, Crow laughed and said, "It says that Fang Ting's boyfriend is also a gangster boss. It's true."

Fang Ting smiled but didn't say anything.

"Miss Fang, I didn't expect you to be even more beautiful in person than in the newspaper."

Fang Ting smiled.

Jiang Tiansheng looked at the camel and said, "You're welcome. I know you like wine, so I brought you two bottles of Louis XIII."

"You know I like to drink, which proves you're interested. Come inside and have a couple of drinks with me."

Upon entering the private room, Camel sat at the same table as Jiang Tiansheng.

Jiang Tiansheng took the things from the henchman's hand, "These are all good stuff I got."

Camel chuckled, "As long as Hung Hing has you around, I, Camel of Tung Sing, have nothing to say about you."

“That saying goes, ‘Harmony brings wealth.’” A ruthless glint flashed in Jiang Tiansheng’s eyes. “But some young people just don’t like harmony.”

He was referring to Chen Jialuo.

Camel knew perfectly well that Jiang Tiansheng had invited him over the phone to work together on Chen Jialuo.

But the camel hesitated to answer. So Jiang Tiansheng followed him here, and even brought it up intentionally or unintentionally at the dinner table.

"Here, take two of these in the morning and evening, and you'll definitely have a rosy complexion."

Seeing that the camel didn't speak, Jiang Tiansheng simply took out what he had brought.

The camel asked curiously, "Why are you selling pills now?"

Jiang Tiansheng said, "I've been eating very little solid food lately, just health supplements. This is definitely good; it's deep-sea fish oil."

Chapter 192 Please let Prince Luo spare me.

"This is seaweed, and this is oil. If you eat it at 6:30, it will definitely make your little brother stand up."

Wu Zhiwei walked over and said to the camel.

"Brother, the detective came all the way from Taiwan to see you."

Camel stood up. "Excuse me, everyone, I'll go take care of the detective. Please make yourselves at home."

..

Li Jiacheng has been almost depressed these past few days.

Although he was in the hospital, things were in complete chaos at home. One minute his wife's face was covered in ink splattered with turtle paint, and the next minute red paint was splashed on the door.

The family was filled with fear, and even the son and daughter dared not go out.

In this state of constant anxiety, Li Jiacheng gritted his teeth and dialed the number he had called before.

He gave in as soon as he opened his mouth.

“I, Li Jiacheng, have lost. I admit defeat wholeheartedly. I apologize, I admit my mistake, and I beg Prince Luo to forgive me. I do have my reasons.”

Chen Taishan handed the phone to Chen Jialuo.

"Boss."

Chen Jialuo said "Oh," and added, "It's the number gang that's charging extra, right?"

He said in a nonchalant tone, "Why didn't you just say so earlier? You've been holding back for ages and can't even utter a fart."

I thought you were so awesome, so awesome that you wouldn't even give me face.

Li Jiacheng was immediately stunned.

"How did you know?"

Chen Jialuo said, "Tell me, what benefits did he give you that made you so eager to cause me trouble?"

Li Jiacheng said helplessly, "Before, my business was all protected by him. Later, I partnered with him to set up a new factory. If I didn't listen to him, neither my old nor my new factory would survive."

So that's what happened; we were being manipulated.

“Alright. You’ll cooperate with me, and I’ll have someone deliver the details of the cooperation to you later,” Chen Jialuo said. “As for the extra money, I’ll take care of that for you.”

Paying extra money isn't much in the number gang, but he's quite skilled in fighting and has a good head. Although he's a top-notch enforcer, the amount of work he does and the number of people under his command are comparable to those of a full-fledged gang.

It is, in a sense, a triad-like organization. Within the Number Gang, and indeed within the entire Hong Kong triad society, it is unique.

"Really?" Li Jiacheng's eyes lit up, but then his expression fell.

Cooperating with Chen Jialuo would be like falling from the jaws of a wolf into the jaws of a tiger!

“Yes, really,” Chen Jialuo said. “You just rest and recover in the hospital. I’ll take care of everything else. I know what you’re worried about. You can call Zhang Mochen and see if I, Chen Jialuo, am a businessman with a conscience.”

Zhang Mochen was one of the restaurant owners who had signed a clothing cooperation agreement with Chen Jialuo. It was also he who tried to protect Li Jiacheng at the dinner table.

Li Jiacheng was inwardly cursing, but outwardly he was all smiles. After hanging up the phone, he went on a rampage in the hospital room for a moment, then called Zhang Mochen.

"Old Zhang."

Zhang Mochen said, "Old Li, how are you now? I saw on the news that you were hit by a car."

"Don't even mention it, it was all that guy's doing," Li Jiacheng said. "I called you because he wants to cooperate with me, and he even asked me to ask you who he is."

Zhang Mochen cursed inwardly, "What kind of person could he be? Could he be a good person?"

Damn it, a gangster.

But while he thought this in his heart, he couldn't say it aloud; he still had his life on his hands.

"He's great. He has a very refined and polite appearance, speaks very politely, and is quite capable in his work. In short, following him is the right choice."

Li Jiacheng was speechless. "Fine."

You won't tell the truth even if I ask you.

But what can we do now? We can only take it one step at a time.

Soon, Chen Taishan delivered the contract.

"Sign it."

Li Jiacheng sighed and signed.

His new factory, just like that, gone. Seven-three split, Chen Jialuo seven-tenths, him three-tenths. He still has to take the lead in everything.

Forget it.

They're already incredibly lucky they didn't even set foot in the old factory.