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

As soon as he hung up the phone, the white-haired guy spat, "You bastard, you stabbed me in the back, I don't think I'd let you get away with this."

The next day, as soon as the time came, Brother Biao appeared on time, wearing a stylish trench coat.

"I don't know anything about what happened between you and Boss Ge. This negotiation is just to help everyone get along peacefully and avoid bloodshed and infighting."

Behind him stood two men: a simpleton who had started as an assassin, and a cunning strategist named Da Chui. Both were nearly 40 years old.

Superintendent Hou Bing of the New Territories smiled slightly upon hearing this. Most of the White Head Boys' influence was in the New Territories, and Superintendent Hou could provide them with considerable assistance.

He chuckled twice, then looked coldly at Chen Ji.

"Bloodshed in the streets? How could you say such a thing in front of a high-ranking police officer like Superintendent Hou?" He said coldly, "I heard that you and your family of three are living a leisurely life."

"What do you mean?" Chen Ji's eyes changed immediately when he heard about his wife and children.

"How about this, you lend me your wife and son to play with for a while—I'll—" Before the white-haired guy could finish speaking, Chen Ji splashed water all over his head.

"Fuck you! If you want to do it, I'll do it with you!" Chen Ji said, standing up abruptly.

Whitehead's henchmen immediately drew their guns, and Chen Ji, Big Fool, and Da Chui also drew their guns at the same time.

Wiping the water off his face, the white-haired man let out a cackling laugh. "I'll let you go today. Get lost. Remember, you can change your mind anytime."

Chen Ji turned and left.

Watching Chen Ji's retreating figure, the white-haired man coldly said to Superintendent Hou, "Do as I say, put some contraband in their house, and get his wife and son in jail first. Don't worry, you'll definitely get your share of the benefits."

Superintendent Hou, puffing on a cigar, said, "I only have one thing to worry about."

"What is it?" the white-haired boy asked.

“Prince Luo,” Inspector Hou uttered these three words. “I’ve heard people say that he admires Chen Ji quite a bit.”

"Admire?" Whitehead spat. "Even if he wants to protect Chen Ji, I'll take him down too! Just wait, after I've dealt with Chen Ji, I'll team up with others to deal with him."

What's so great about Prince Luo? He's just a grasshopper in autumn, he won't last long.

Superintendent Hou glanced at him. "Whom are you allied with?"

If Whitehead can really take over Prince Lok's territory...

"You don't need to worry about that. All you need to know is that if you follow me, you'll get more meat than Chen Ji gives you."

Chen Ji returned to the car, and remembering what Bai Touzi had said, he slammed his fist on the seat.

The driver, Big Fool, said, "Whitey's attitude in today's conversation means there will definitely be a tough battle on one side in the future."

"Since we're going to fight, we should strike first," said Oshichi, taking a drag of his cigarette.

Chen Jiping calmed himself down and said.

“Everyone has been doing legitimate business these past few years. These guys who are the best fighters are getting old. If a fight really breaks out, we’ll definitely suffer a huge loss.”

That evening, Big Fool invited Big Chui over. The two drank two cases of beer before Big Fool finally revealed his thoughts.

"Dazhui, this can't go on. I'm going to kill Whitehead all by myself. If I don't come back, take the goldfish with me."

As he spoke, he looked at the five ordinary goldfish swimming on the table. He had raised these goldfish for over two years and had grown attached to them. He worried that if he died, no one would take care of them.

“You’ll have a hard time getting close to him. You’ll die. Don’t go,” Da Chui said after thinking for a moment.

“I had my fortune told last week, and it said I’d live to be at least 70.” Big Fool took a swig of his drink. “I also have a plan. I’m going to pretend to be a window cleaner and kill him from outside the window.”

"Hmm." Da Chui hummed softly, his eyes looking at Da Sha Ge. "More than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and we've been brothers for so long."

"Haha, why are you being so sentimental? We're still going to be brothers for a long time."

The next morning, Big Fool left. Before leaving, he wrote a note asking Big Chui to take good care of his goldfish. Then, he resolutely left the room.

I went straight to the window cleaning company I had contacted, changed my clothes, and slowly descended the building on the crane. Soon I arrived at the floor where the white-haired guy was.

But before the gun could escape, suddenly seven or eight people rushed out of Whitehead's room and started shooting at Dazhui.

"boom!"

Big Fool died on the crane, and then fell off the crane, crashing to the ground with a thud, turning into a puddle of mud.

When Chen Ji heard the news, he smoked a whole pack of cigarettes, and then, with bloodshot eyes, he called over his good brother, Da Chui.

Sitting in the car, Chen Ji kept smoking, and Da Zhui also looked heartbroken and sad.

Chapter 285 Hero Chen Ji

After a long silence, Chen Ji suddenly spoke up. "Did you betray Big Fool? Otherwise, how could a killer like Big Fool be killed by a hail of bullets without firing a single shot?"

Upon hearing this, Dazhui's heart leaped into his throat. Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he angrily questioned, "Aji! You doubt me?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Ji didn't even glance at him, and said indifferently.

"Yes, I suspect you. I suspect you tipped off Whitehead. Big Fool is always tight-lipped; he'll only tell two people about this: me and you."

"Then tell me, if it's not you, then who is it?" Chen Ji turned around and asked.

"I didn't!" Dazhui said.

"boom!"

Without warning, Chen Ji fired a shot at Dazhui from the gun in his pocket.

The gun pierced through Da Zui's arm. Da Zui screamed in pain, clutching his arm and looking at Chen Ji in shock and fear.

He never expected Chen Ji to do this.

Chen Ji closed his eyes and said coldly.

"You said I'd spare your life, but you didn't. I'll send you to meet the King of Hell right now! You know me; I never go back on my word."

Seeing this, Dazhui had no choice but to confess.

"I'm sorry, it's me."

It really is him! It really is him!

When his suspicions were confirmed, Chen Ji still couldn't control his emotions. He roared and reached forward with his left hand, grabbing Dazhui's throat.

"Why did you betray him? The three of us have been friends for so long, how could you betray him! Why, why!"

Chen Ji's hand gripped his neck like a pair of pliers, forcing him to make sounds through his throat.

"Don't blame me! If you're like this, you'll be defeated by Whitehead sooner or later. I had no choice but to betray you and side with him for the sake of my wife and children! It's all your fault. If you had been more assertive, things wouldn't have turned out this way."

"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" Chen Ji gripped his throat tightly, squeezing so hard that Dazhui's eyeballs bulged out. His struggling hands gradually lost strength, and only when Dazhui was about to die did he release him, his eyes red.

"Get out! Get out!"

The moment he was released, Dazhui breathed greedily, then struggled to open the car door and climbed out.

Suddenly, the driver, Four-Eyes, opened the car door and started firing his gun.

Chen Ji froze, and then he saw Da Chui, who was leaning against the car window, holding a gun and pointing it at him, before falling down unwillingly.

Four-Eyes' chest heaved rapidly. It was a close call; thankfully, he'd been watching closely, or something terrible would have happened. He turned to Chen Ji, asking with concern, "Boss, are you alright?"

"It's nothing." Chen Ji felt utterly heartbroken.

He spared others out of consideration for brotherhood, but they treated him like a fool and wanted to kill him!

Since that's the case, he doesn't care about anything anymore. Damn.

"Go to the company! Gather all the senior leaders."

Upon arriving at the company, a dozen or so of Chen Ji's former henchmen, now the company's top management, had been waiting for him for some time.

Chen Ji plopped down in a chair, slammed his hand on the table, looked around, and said indignantly.

"Why have I repeatedly helped the old man with his white hair? It's so that everyone can have a few more days of peace! We don't have to live like before!"

As he said this, he kicked over the mahogany table in front of him and said viciously.

"Don't think I've changed, that I'm someone who doesn't dare to utter a sound when someone's lording it over me! I've decided to take down Whitehead, and I hope everyone is on my side!"

"no problem!"

"Do whatever you want, and we'll do it!"

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"At worst, we'll fight them to the death!"

"Although I'm old, my blood isn't cold yet. If you want to mess with Brother Biao, you'll have to step over me first!"

Seeing the company executives echoing his sentiments, Chen Ji felt slightly better.

"Now I'll assign the tasks..."

Chen Ji's counterattack had barely begun when the White-Headed Gang had already taken action. They sent men to sabotage Chen Ji's casinos and warehouses, either by having the police raid them or by burning them down.

In a short time, Chen Ji suffered heavy losses, and a constant stream of bad news reached his ears.

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"The casino and warehouse inside the company have either been raided or burned down!"

What angered Chen Ji the most was the news brought by his henchman.

"Superintendent Hou led a team to your home and planted several common contraband items, and even arrested your wife!"