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

Chen Jialuo slowly peeled a mandarin orange, chewed it, and said, "What's this called? There's no such thing as a free lunch. Being complacent will have its consequences. Chuanbao got arrested, and the Hung Hing gang, whose territory borders his, will definitely be restless. Oh my, this is going to be good."

The Pakistanis would absolutely not allow such a good opportunity to expand their territory to slip away. If one person tried to stop them from slamming their henchmen into action, they wouldn't stand a chance.

In short, some people won't be able to sleep tonight.

Goro Daimon laughed and said, "That's great! When we're in trouble, they just stand by like dead men, hoping to reap the benefits. Heh! Now it's our turn to watch from the sidelines. This feeling is fucking awesome."

As he spoke, he clenched his fist tightly, his mouth stretching all the way to his ears.

Jialuo had long seen through it; his group of Heavenly Kings, like him, were all people who enjoyed watching the drama unfold. They had absolutely no intention of helping others, typical examples of those who only cared about their own affairs and ignored the troubles of others.

But that doesn't bother them; none of the people in this gang are really friends. If there were one person who truly considered them a friend, willing to lend a helping hand in times of trouble...

They would definitely remember it and repay the kindness tenfold. But that's not the case; they're too lazy to bother trying to curry favor with someone who doesn't reciprocate.

We must fully accept that this world is built on the exchange of interests, and there is no genuine affection to be found. The only thing we should do, and the most important thing to do, is to strengthen ourselves.

He suddenly thought of Lin 430 Huai Le. Sometimes he had to admire how thick-skinned this guy was. At the election meeting for the leader, he abandoned his previous promise and directly cast his vote for his nemesis, Daipu Hei.

He didn't take such a big matter to heart at all. He was still the same as usual, even more eager than usual, and came over to call him brother, asking him to help out and to get him involved in any good investment projects.

Look at that, what a thick skin! He still has the nerve to ask. If it were him, he'd be too ashamed to even meet the person he betrayed. He'd try every means to avoid them if he saw them from afar. Or he'd just be a nodding acquaintance with the person he betrayed, and would never dare to approach them and say such shameless things.

But sometimes he really admired people like Lin Huai Le. He had to admit that people like him could always thrive and have a place in the world, no matter when or where.

Chapter 454 Playing the Artistic Youth

Indeed, this was the case; he stood out in the Wo Shing Wo, making enemies everywhere. Lin Huai-lok, on the other hand, was like a slippery eel, having virtually no enemies.

After Daimon Goro left, Chen Jialuo returned to his room and, unusually, pulled out a copy of "The White-Haired Girl" from the bookshelf to read, behaving like a literary young man for the first time.

He didn't buy the bookshelf; it was brought by Huang Yazi, who loves reading, and she bought the books on it as well. It has everything from foreign classics to domestic literary works.

When she first came here, she believed that in her spare time she liked to lie in a rocking chair facing the big window, holding a book and reading. Sometimes she would get so engrossed in reading that she would forget to eat.

Jialuo had to call her several times to have dinner. A few hours before she was to go back home before the New Year, she pointed to the books on the bookshelf and told Jialuo that she had gone to great lengths to find them. Then she placed her slender hand on his shoulder and said as if entrusting him with an important task, "The mission of protecting those books is now in your hands. You must take good care of them and make sure nothing happens to them."

Jialuo found it amusing and asked, "If it's so important, you could just keep it at home and take good care of it."

Huang Yazi glared and said, "I'm willing to leave it here. If any of these copies have problems, I will hold you responsible."

Chen Jialuo smiled and said, "Okay, I understand. I will definitely protect them as well as I would my own life. Is that alright?"

Huang Yazi smiled and kissed him, praising, "That's more like it~"

Chen Jialuo then followed her example, placing the rocking chair by the large window and lying inside to read "The White-Haired Girl." The illustrations in the book slowly unfolded before him.

On New Year's Eve in 1944, in Yanggezhuang, a remote rural village in North China, Yang Bailao, an old tenant farmer who was hiding from debt collectors, was preparing to go home to celebrate the New Year with his only daughter, Xi'er.

Xi'er was a beautiful woman from the surrounding villages, and she was in love with a young farmer named Wang Dachun. The landlord Huang Shiren, seeing her beauty, was tempted and came to Yang Bailao's door to collect his debt. He demanded that Yang Bailao repay the six bushels of grain he owed him with interest by the end of the twelfth lunar month, or he would give his daughter as payment.

When Yang Bailao went to Huang's house with his only seven dollars and fifty cents to pay interest, Huang Shiren knocked him unconscious and forced him to put his fingerprint on Xi'er's indenture. Yang Bailao committed suicide by drinking brine on New Year's Eve.

On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Xi'er was abducted to the Huang family and raped by Huang Shiren.

That night, Da Chun broke into the Huang family home to rescue Xi'er, but failed and had to flee. Later, with the help of her second aunt, Xi'er escaped from the Huang family home and hid in the deep mountains and forests. The inhuman life she endured caused her hair to gradually turn white. She went to the Grandma Temple many times to collect offerings and incense. Some people encountered her, and from then on, the legend of the "White-Haired Fairy" spread far and wide.

Two years later, Da Chun, who had joined the army, returned to his hometown with his unit to carry out the land movement. In order to thwart the landlord's conspiracy to shake the people's hearts by spreading rumors about the White-Haired Fairy, on the night of the fifteenth, Da Chun and others hid in the Grandma Temple to look for the White-Haired Fairy. Unexpectedly, the White-Haired Fairy turned out to be Xi'er from back then.

The day after returning to the village, a public trial was held, and the traitorous and tyrannical landlord Huang Shiren was executed with government approval. Not long after, Dachun and Xier registered their marriage and began a happy new life; Xier's hair gradually turned black.

After he finished reading and put the book down, he realized that his buttocks and back were a little sore from lying down. He looked outside and saw that it was already dark. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was past 5 o'clock.

He watched for over three hours, still feeling somewhat unsatisfied. The tragic lives of the White-Haired Girl and the ordinary people of that era kept flashing before his eyes, as if they were not far removed from his own.

He couldn't help but sigh, "No wonder Huang Yazi always treasures these books. Once she gets engrossed in them, it's as if she's experiencing the lives depicted in the stories firsthand. Even a wicked capitalist like myself feels compelled to shout a slogan: 'Down with capitalists!'"

Mimi and Kunkun walked in, each carrying a dish, which they placed on the dining table in the living room. Chef Fan from the kitchen was getting better and better at cooking, and the aroma wafted into their nostrils.

Chen Jialuo then felt his stomach growling. He got up, put "The White-Haired Girl" on the bookshelf, and sat down at the table before they could call him.

Kun Kun and Mi Mi stood there to serve him his meal, but Jia Luo could only enjoy it for five minutes before he couldn't take it anymore. They couldn't keep up with how fast he was eating.

(Okay) "Sit down and eat with me." He couldn't wait, so he grabbed the chopsticks, picked up the bowl, picked up a braised lion's head, put it in his mouth, and then shoveled a mouthful of rice into it.

He couldn't help but sigh that eating is something you have to do yourself to enjoy it; he couldn't yet experience the pleasure of being fed and waited on.

And at this time.

The territory of Chuanbao was in complete chaos. Just as Chen Jialuo had predicted, Hung Hing's Baji didn't wait at all. Just after 8 p.m., he sent his henchman, Herring, with fifty or sixty men in a nearly wrecked bus to storm over.

"What the hell?! Are you kidding me? They haven't even paid protection money yet and they're already trying to steal my place!"

Chapter 455 The Chain of Explosions Threatened in the Police Station

Upon receiving the news, Fish Head Biao arrived with his men and shouted at the leader, Herring, "Do you know whose territory this is! You and the Wo Luen Shing, who's protecting you, you bastard!"

Herring sneered disdainfully, "Wo Shing has been dead for ages!"

Fish Head Brand roared, "That's still better than your Hung Hing! Damn it!"

Herring's henchman, Greedy Cat, immediately fired the first kick, striking the nearest member of the Wo Luen Shing gang. A chaotic brawl instantly erupted between the two sides.

More than a hundred people were fighting wildly in the street, their steel pipes and machetes flying everywhere. Fish Head and Herring started fighting, each wielding a steel pipe, the pipes clashing and making a loud banging sound.

The fish head was older than the herring and, relying on its experience, initially had the upper hand. However, it quickly ran out of energy and was about to be dried up and fall to the ground by the herring.

From behind, Fishhead's right-hand man, Airplane, suddenly appeared and struck Herring on the back of the head with a steel pipe. Herring, in pain, felt his adrenaline surge, turned around, grabbed Airplane's waist, and slammed him against the bus, grabbing his head and frantically ramming it against the bus.

Fish Head wanted to rush over to help, but Hung Hing's underlings got entangled in the fight, and he couldn't break free.

After a dozen or so blows, the back of the plane's head was covered in blood. Herring then rammed its head into the plane's head again! With a bang, the plane's limbs went limp.

At the same time, police cars arrived with sirens blaring. It turned out that nearby residents had called the police after seeing the chaotic scene. Seven or eight patrol cars and more than twenty police officers from East Kowloon were dispatched to the scene, fully armed.

"Don't even move!"

"Stand still! Police checkpoint!!"

Anyone who doesn't move is a fool. The henchmen, not wanting to be arrested, quickly stopped their struggle and scattered.

But Fish Head was locked in a fierce fight with the herring when he was arrested by the police. The beaten-up plane, along with his other injured henchmen who couldn't escape, were sent to the hospital.

Fish Head was locked up in cell number 8, while his boss, Chuan Bao, was upstairs. He was interrogated by the Economic Crimes Investigation Department for a day. When he learned that it was because of a problem with his cooperation with the Datuk, he angrily overturned the table and roared through gritted teeth, "You damn bastard! How dare you lie to me!"

After calming himself down, he took a deep breath and explained to Zhao Weian that he had no idea what the Datuk was doing in Malaysia, and he had never been involved in any real estate business with him. He explained that they had only partnered on a ferry, and the Datuk had lied to him, saying he would manage the ferry and he would take a cut. He added that the signature was from that time, and since it was entirely in English and he believed the Datuk, he hadn't shown it to anyone.

Zhao Weian looked at him and said, "Even if what you're saying is true, what evidence do you have? Without evidence, even if I believe you, the law won't believe you. The law believes in what's written in black and white."

Chuanbao burst into laughter upon hearing this, laughing so hard that tears almost streamed down his face. He believed that laws might have had some use in the Qin Dynasty, but in this era, they were utterly useless.

He wasn't stupid; he knew the Datuk had been setting him up from the start! Showing him his muscles and thighs was just a ploy to make him believe him... Such a low-level scam, yet this seasoned veteran actually fell for it.

He'd even thought Chen Jialuo had lost his mind to refuse to cooperate with the Datuk. Now it seemed he was the one who'd been out of his mind. Thinking back to how smug he'd been in front of Jialuo, he felt so ashamed and angry he wanted to disappear into the ground.

"Officer Zhao, what's all this talk about laws? I haven't had much schooling, I don't understand. All I know is that I provided a lead, and you police officers are supposed to investigate and verify it. You're not here demanding evidence from me, the arrested victim!"

Chuanbao gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "Otherwise, you can unlock my handcuffs and let me out. I can go to the Datuk myself to get the evidence."

Zhao Weian said calmly, "You know that's absolutely impossible. You don't have much time left. In 24 hours, your detention period will expire, and we will transfer you to the court for trial on charges of commercial fraud. I advise you to think about how to cooperate with us and say something of value so as not to waste our time."

"You fucking bastard! You're threatening me!" Chuanbao couldn't hold back his anger and cursed, "I've told you everything I need to say, what else do you want to hear? You want me to tell you the details of what I'm going to do with you? Fuck!"

Zhao Wei'an's expression changed instantly, and he sneered, "It seems you don't want to cooperate with us. In that case, you can stay here and wait until you've thought it through."

He turned and walked out, then said to the men guarding the door, "Turn the air conditioning to the lowest setting, and bring him some hot coffee. That's all."

He wanted to see how long this nearly 70-year-old could hold out.

All night long, Chuanbao paced back and forth in the cold room, starving and wanting to eat, but the cops wouldn't give him any, only bringing him hot coffee.

Chapter 456 Breaking News! Fish Head Marksman Murdered in Police Station

After drinking, he felt mentally exhausted but mentally energized. He had nowhere to urinate, so he had to relieve himself on the spot. The next day, when Zhao Wei'an came to work, even his well-maintained hair was sprouting white hair, and he looked extremely haggard.

Zhao Wei'an looked at him with satisfaction and asked, "After thinking about it all night, have you figured out how to explain yourself?"

Chuanbao shivered and said, "I'll tell you the hell!! You're in cahoots with the Datuks, aren't you? You want to just throw me in here and use my business to clean up other people's messes? Keep dreaming! Even if I die, it's impossible!"

Zhao Wei'an shrugged and said, "I don't know what you're talking about, but there's something you, as the boss, have to take responsibility for. Last night, on your turf, your underlings got into a fight with the Hung Hing gang, three died and more than a dozen were injured. You have to take responsibility for this."

"Fuck your mother! I wasn't even here yesterday, and you still dragged me into this mess. And now you're so eager to drag me into this again? You son of a bitch, what the hell am I supposed to do?! Damn it!" Chuanbao slammed his fist on the table and cursed.

Zhao Wei'an snorted coldly and said, "Even though you're not here, your underlings are causing trouble and you, their big brother, are expected to take responsibility. Don't you understand such a simple principle? What the hell are you doing here? The anti-triad team will be here to interrogate you later. Chuanbao, don't be too happy." The idea of ​​the big brother stepping in when his underlings cause trouble is perfectly reasonable, but Chuanbao is genuinely disgusted right now. Yesterday's intense interrogation, coupled with not eating or sleeping, and being exposed to the cold wind...

Now, further enraged by Zhao Wei'an, his shattered body could no longer hold on, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground. This sight sent a shiver down Zhao Wei'an's spine.

They quickly called for reinforcements and took Chuanbao to the hospital. The death of a big shot like Chuanbao was a very troublesome matter for him.

After being taken to the hospital and undergoing various tests, the cause was found. The doctor said it was low blood sugar due to not eating for too long, coupled with a slight cold. An IV drip will help, and she'll recover quickly.

Zhao Wei'an felt relieved and told his men to stay and keep watch while he went back to his duties. Just as he returned to the police station and was about to climb the stairs, three gunshots rang out from the office. —I really want to!

The gunshots alerted the entire police station. Zhao Weian quickly drew his gun from his waist and rushed upstairs to the place where the gunshots came from.

The gunshot came from the third floor. He climbed up, panting, and followed his commotion to the location. There, in one of the chairs in the communal interrogation room, sat a man wearing a black shirt, his chest bare, with a dragon tattoo over his shoulder, his eyes wide open, half-reclined in the chair.

A bullet had pierced his chest, and blood was dripping down, gradually pooling into a small puddle of crimson blood on the ground.

Meanwhile, a man with a buzz cut was being held down on the ground by his colleague, struggling and yelling at the dead man, "I'll fucking teach you to kill my brother! I'll kill you now! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! You're dead!"

Zhao Weian put the gun back on his waist and asked his colleague what had happened.