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

My colleague said that when Herring learned that his younger brother, who had been taken to the hospital, could not be saved, he went crazy. He grabbed a colleague's weapon and fired three shots at Fish Head, who was being questioned.

Zhao Wei'an frowned slightly. Yu Tou Biao was dead, and Chuan Bao would definitely cause a ruckus once he found out. To be honest, if it weren't for the money involved, he really wouldn't want to offend Chuan Bao to avoid retaliation.

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Gentlemen are easy to deal with, but petty scoundrels are hard to handle, especially those involved in organized crime, who are even more troublesome.

"Take him away," Zhao Weian said.

My colleague asked, "What about the dead Fish Head? He was a big shot too. He died in our police station. We don't know what kind of trouble his men are causing."

Zhao Weian said irritably, "Who the hell lost their gun? They can't even take care of their own tools for making a living. If someone had a gun and started killing people in the station, you guys would be dead by now."

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The police officer whose gun had been stolen looked grim and didn't dare say a word. He could only mutter to himself, "In that situation, it would have been the same no matter who came. That bastard acted like he'd gone mad."

Even as herring was being forced to leave by the head, it continued to hurl profanities, spewing out its nationalistic slang. News of the deaths at the police station also did not escape Chen Jialuo's notice.

At this moment, he was at his nest on Prince Road, playing with the parrot that Iori Yagami had given him.

It's a macaw, big and brightly colored, and most importantly, very intelligent. It's only been here for less than two weeks, and it's already learned two phrases—"Come in!" and "Hello, Brother Luo."

Yu Tou Biao's death was truly unexpected. His trusted subordinate, the successor he was grooming, had died just like that. For Chuan Bao, it was rather cruel.

At his age, the chances of finding a suitable and beloved successor are extremely slim. Oh, Chuanbao, I can't help but feel sorry for you in your current situation.

Chapter 457 A Series of Explosions Leads to Jia Luo's Help

In the hospital, it seemed that Jialuo's sympathy had awakened Chuanbao from his coma. A needle was inserted into Chuanbao's left hand, and intravenous nutrition flowed into his veins through an IV tube, nourishing his body. His right hand was handcuffed and leaning against the bed frame.

When he woke up, a gust of wind suddenly blew open the window of the ward, and the cold wind carrying snowflakes drifted into the ward, causing the police officer sitting on the sofa to shrink his neck and get up cursing.

This year's weather is truly abnormal. It is the coldest weather Hong Kong has experienced in nearly 40 years. The cold has caused ice to form on the Hong Kong River, which is 100 meters wide and usually carries large cruise ships. The ice is two to three centimeters thick.

This forced passenger ships to abandon the "430" route through Hong Kong and instead unload their cargo at Victoria Harbour, which was the nearest port. This also increased the labor and warehousing costs for merchants.

Among them was Chen Jialuo. Jialuo's ocean-going vessels expanded from one route to two: from the Netherlands to Hong Kong, and from the United States to Hong Kong.

Normally, goods wouldn't be unloaded at Victoria Harbour; they would be transferred to the Xiangjiang River, sailed another seven or eight kilometers, and then docked at an obscure pier.

Once the goods are unloaded there, they'll be transported to a nearby warehouse. From there, they'll be transferred to distributors. This way, it saves a lot of manpower, and more importantly, it avoids attracting much attention.

As the officer closed the window and turned around, he saw Chuanbao trying to break free of his handcuffs. The officer chuckled and said, "Don't bother with this pointless effort. Enjoy your two days of recuperation in the hospital. Alright, you're going to be sent to the detention center until your court hearing."

He said this with a hint of sarcasm, "Even the most powerful figures in the underworld are nothing special. One foot is already in jail, and the other will be in there soon."

The biting wind howled against the window, and the sun was obscured by thick clouds. The sky looked gloomy, like the end of the world, devoid of any life.

The hospital blankets are only a thin layer. After being exposed to the cold wind all night, I felt even colder than usual. Even if I covered myself with seven or eight layers of thick blankets weighing a pound each, I still wouldn't feel warm.

After struggling twice without success, Chuanbao simply gave up. The cold handcuffs on his wrists made him extremely uncomfortable. Hearing a lowly cop, with no rank whatsoever, mocking him condescendingly, Chuanbao felt a surge of anger rise from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He said, "Who do you think you are, daring to talk to me like that? Do you know how much I earn in a month? Millions! You'll never see that much money in your entire life! One of my henchmen earns more than you make in a month!"

The officer gave a cold laugh and said, "What's the use of having more money if you're too dead to enjoy it? Just like the fish head you're holding, it's dead as dead as can be."

Of all the top picks, the one that Chuanbao values ​​most is Fish Head, because everyone knows that he is the successor he is grooming, and all the resources and venues will be given to him in the future.

He had no children and was counting on Yu Tou Biao to take care of him in his old age and see him off in his final days, but what did he hear? — Yu Tou Biao was dead!

He seemed frozen in place, his eyes wide with disbelief, and he asked urgently, "What did you just say! Say it again!"

Seeing his expression, the police officer smiled smugly and said, "It's the same no matter how many times I say it: your most capable henchman, Fish Head, is dead. He was shot dead by Hung Hing men in the station this afternoon."

As if struck by lightning, Chuanbao, after regaining her senses, grabbed the hand that was leaning against the bedside table like a madwoman, screaming in agony, "I want to see him! I want to see him!"

The struggle was so intense that the needle pierced a blood vessel, causing blood to flow back into the body.

Seeing this, the police officer was not in a hurry. He just watched him go crazy and struggle with a smug and silent attitude, as if he were watching a clown. The hospital bed was heavy and the handcuffs were very strong. Unless someone used a knife to cut off his hands, he couldn't escape.

He struggled for a while until he could no longer move, then Chuanbao stopped, tears streaming down his face and falling onto the pillow. Unable to vent his inner pain, he was enveloped by a sense of confusion and helplessness he had never experienced before.

Feeling lost and disoriented, he couldn't tell where the road ahead led, or whether he was dreaming or in reality. Then the nurse came in for rounds and saw his blood back in the bottle, letting out a scream.

That pulled him out of his dazed state.

The nurse quickly pulled out the IV needle and reinserted it.

The officer stared at the string of exploding objects and said, "What's wrong, are you dumbfounded?"

Chuanbao looked at him and said, "I need to make a phone call."

He couldn't stay in the police station any longer; he had to get out. He wanted revenge for Fish Head Brand! And now, perhaps only one person could save him—Chen Jialuo.

He went in and out of jail three times, each time ending up in trouble, but always emerging unscathed. Besides Chen Jialuo, he couldn't think of anyone else who could rescue him.

“As a criminal suspect, you have no right to make a phone call,” the officer said.

"I'll give you 100,000 yuan," Chuanbao said, looking at him.

The officer's heart pounded, but he suppressed his excitement and said, "This is against the rules."

"Five hundred thousand," Chuanbao said, looking at him.

Chapter 458 Boss, save me!

The officer remained silent for a long time before saying, "I can make the call for you, but not in the detention center."

Chuanbao remained silent for a long time before nodding.

The officer said, "Don't panic, let me think of a solution."

He turned and left the ward, and Chuanbao heard him say, "You guys go back first, I'll let you know if anything happens."

Another officer said, "Okay, we'll do it your way."

The officer took away Chuanbao's handcuffs, and Chuanbao lay down on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He felt a pang of regret. He should have looked more at the people in prison, more at the people in the police station, and more at those who were being beaten half to death in the police station.

Now that Fish Head has died in the police station, will he be the next one to die?

As he thought about it, he remembered the first time he was released from the police station, on the streets of Hong Kong, on Chen Jialuo's boat.

He remembered that it was Chen Jialuo who personally bailed him out of the police station.

He thought Chen Jialuo had forgotten him, but after that incident, he boarded Chen Jialuo's ship.

Chen Jialuo's boat carried not only his henchman, but also several others.

He didn't know why Chen Jialuo had taken a liking to him. He remembered Chen Jialuo saying, "You have brains and courage."

Most importantly, you have ambition, and I like ambitious people.

During his three years on Chen Jialuo's ship, he gained wealth and status that he never dared to dream of before.

Everyone in Hong Kong knows that Chuen Po is a favorite of Chan Ka Lok.

So his casinos and saunas kept getting bigger and bigger.

Moreover, he has business not only in Hong Kong, but also in the United States.

When Chen Jialuo was about to set sail, many people thought he would die at sea.

People in Hong Kong all know that the seas are not only filled with storms, but also with pirates.

But he returned, bringing with him immeasurable wealth and fame.

Thinking of this, Chuanbao felt a surge of pride. No matter what, he wanted to thank Chen Jialuo.

If he survives this time, he will serve Chen Jialuo like a slave!

Thinking of this, he picked up the phone on the bedside table and dialed a number.

This is a number that Chen Jialuo left for him.

After ringing a few times, the call was answered.

Chuanbao heard a voice from the other end, "Chuanbao?"

Chuanbao quickly replied, "It's me, boss."

"Where are you?" Chen Jialuo's voice came from the other end.

"I'm at the hospital," Chuanbao said. "Boss, you'd better come over right away, I'm in trouble."

"What happened?" the person on the other end asked.

"Fish Head is dead." The sound of the explosion was like a bolt from the blue.

Chen Jialuo was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Don't worry, I'll be right there."

Chuanbao hung up the phone, his hands trembling slightly.

He looked out the window at the sky, where the clouds seemed even thicker, so thick that even sunlight couldn't penetrate them.

When Chen Jialuo arrived at the police station, he saw Chuan Bao lying on the bed, pale-faced and with lifeless eyes.

He walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at him, and didn't say anything.

After a long while, Chuanbao finally came to his senses. He looked at Chen Jialuo, and his eyes began to twitch.