Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

After leaving the ice cream parlor, Da Xi got into his car and immediately called Liu Mingqiang. "Mr. Liu, it's settled. Two million. Tonight at eight o'clock, at the dock's cargo area, cash on delivery!"

"Alright, have your men wait at the dock tonight. Once things are settled, your men will need to clean up the mess. Tell them to be quick-witted; if they mess this up again, you don't need to come see me!"

"Understood, Mr. Liu, there won't be a next time!"

"Let's get ready as soon as possible!"

"Okay," Da hope let out a long sigh after hanging up the phone, leaning back in his chair. The white-haired man next to him rolled his eyes and asked Da Xi, "Brother Xi, do you think Liu Sheng will really just give us the money tonight and that's it?"

Da hope chuckled, looking at the white-haired man as if he were a fool. "Do you think that's possible? Do you really believe Liu Sheng is the kind of honest, upright businessman?"

"She's America's representative for the Hongmen headquarters in Hong Kong. You take her things, and you expect to take her money and then walk away unscathed, as if nothing happened?"

"Do you know how I got in touch with Xiang Sheng? Without Liu Sheng's introduction, I'd still be a gangster now," Da Xi said with a look that said, "You don't understand Liu Mingqiang's methods," and didn't bother to continue.

The white-haired man smiled, sat up straight, and looked out the window. Was he really stupid? He only asked that question to remind Boss Xi that since you know Liu Sheng's character, there will definitely be bloodshed tonight.

Little did Da Xi know that he was now in the police station. After such an incident, Liu Sheng would definitely not let it go. It all depended on how Liu Sheng would handle it tonight.

After all, if the big boss doesn't die, how can that old white-haired guy take over?

You say you're in this business and you should be loyal to others? Don't be silly. I didn't kill the big boss, so what does it have to do with me, Old Man Bai?

That night, at 7:50 PM, at the dockside cargo storage area

The dockworkers were off work early for once, and all the loiterers in the cargo area had been cleared out by the Flying Dragon Gang, leaving only about twenty of their underlings on guard.

Da Xi chewed gum, sitting in the car constantly looking at his watch, waiting for Jiang Niu and the others to arrive. Not far behind his car, there were five nanny vans parked, their windows tightly closed and tinted so that it was impossible to see how many people were inside.

A car horn sounded from the dock gate, and a white sedan followed by three vans drove up and stopped just ten meters away from the car Da hope was in.

Stubborn Bull pushed open the car door, and Ma Li followed him out. With a wide smile, he called out to Da Xi, who was still in the car, "Da hope, we're here! Have you prepared the money?"

"I need to see the goods before I can pay you," Da Xi said as he got out of the car. The white-haired man next to him opened the trunk, picked up the bag, unzipped it, and threw it onto the concrete ground in the middle of the group.

The money in the bag was thrown out by the white-haired man, and several bundles of it fell to the ground. The stubborn bull's eyes lit up at the sight of the money, and he grinned like a chrysanthemum. He gestured to Ma Li to open the van door, where he saw the stolen CNC machine box being held down on the van by several gangsters.

"Hey, you've seen the goods. I'll take the money first, and consider the car a gift from me," the stubborn man said, reaching for the bag of money. Da Xi stopped him, saying, "What about the suitcase?"

"I knew you'd ask," Stubborn Bull laughed smugly, turned and got into the car, then came out carrying the briefcase that had been violently dented by Ma Li, and threw it at Da Xi.

Seeing that everything was ready, Bill, sitting in the van, pushed open the middle door and got out expressionlessly, carrying a long black bag. Upon seeing this, Stubborn Bull's smile vanished, and he turned to Da Xi, demanding, "Who is he?"

The henchmen who came with Stubborn Bull got off the van, each holding a gleaming machete, and glared menacingly at Bill and his men as they got off.

"Stubborn ox, do you even know whose goods you've taken?" Da hope, seeing that the truth was about to be revealed, stopped pretending and sneered, "You dare to touch Liu Sheng's goods, and you even dare to use Liu Sheng's goods to blackmail and extort him? Aren't you courting death!"

"Liu Mingqiang? He's nobody!" Stubborn Bull spat on the ground. "You're afraid of him? I'm not afraid of him at all. I'm a member of the Hongmen, I don't give a damn about them!"

With that, the stubborn bull disdainfully raised his chin at the indifferent Bill and asked in a cynical tone, "Kid, you dare touch me?"

"I guarantee you won't leave Tuen Mun tonight. You can try me if you don't believe me..."

"Bang"!

Before Stubborn Bull could finish speaking, Bill raised his pistol and shot him between the eyebrows. Before Stubborn Bull could fall completely, the man behind Bill pulled the bolt, and the sound of gunfire from the fifth or sixth rifle echoed through the dockside cargo area. The clatter of bullets hitting the ground, along with the screams and cries of the shot, all blended together, leaving Da Xi, who was standing nearby, completely stunned.

Xia Qi and the others, who were standing on the container, were also firing wildly at the people below with their Type 56 submachine guns. When Bill fired the first shot, the white-haired man covered his head and crawled under the car, while Da hope, who was standing by the car door and was stunned by the shock, was now lying in a pool of blood.

The gunfire lasted less than two and a half minutes before Bill and his men stopped firing. Apart from their own men wielding Type 555 and Type 65 rifles, everyone else in front of them was lying on the ground convulsing.

Bill walked coldly toward the bread truck carrying the CNC machine box. The three thugs on the truck, who were terrified, saw Bill reloading the magazines as he walked and were about to get off and run away, but their legs were too weak to move, so they rolled off the truck and began to beg Bill.

"Big brother, spare me, big brother!"

"I still have an elderly mother at home..."

"Bang"!

Bill strode over as usual, his leather shoes clicking on the concrete like a devil's whisper. He raised his hand and shot the begging thug dead. The other two were so scared they wet themselves, their teeth chattering.

Reaching the middle door of the bread cart, Bill saw that the CNC machine housing was scratched and dented. He angrily shouted, "Don't eat the pickled radishes!"

He turned around and took out the two thugs with a gun. Then he lifted his suit jacket, put his pistol in the holster, and his accomplices carried the Type 56 assault rifle on their backs and lifted the CNC machine into the van.

Upon hearing the gunshots, Da Xi's henchmen, who had been guarding the perimeter, had already fled. Three tarpaulin-covered trucks with their lights on drove in, and the drivers who got out of the trucks turned pale when they saw the people lying on the ground.

Bill called on the others to get to work, and together with the three drivers, they rolled the oil drums off the tarpaulin truck. Tonight was going to be busy.

Bill walked to the side, picked up the phone, and called Liu Mingqiang. "It's done!"

Then he dialed Chen Dong's number again, "Tony, it's all taken care of!"