Hong Kong film: As a boss, I use money to make decisions.

Around 11:30 p.m., in a desolate area at the western foot of Feie Mountain.

Chen Guozhong and his three brothers were waiting at the foot of a hill for a long time.

Chen Guozhong lay on a patch of grass, his hand under his head, gazing at the half-moon in the sky, his expression blank, lost in thought.

Guo Zichen sat down next to Chen Guozhong.

"Brother Zhong, Wang Bao's men chose this place for their transaction; it's obvious they're planning a double-cross, intending to kill us to cover their tracks!"

"It doesn't matter. If he kills to cover it up, we'll kill to cover it up too. Just bring the money!"

wow-

Lu Guanhua fiddled with the cylinder of a revolver, then gripped the pistol and sat down as well.

"Brother Zhong, how about you reconsider?"

Once they start fighting, there's no going back!

Chen Guozhong didn't respond, but sat up straight and gave Lu Guanhua a meaningful look.

After a long pause, he replied with a statement that left Lu Guanhua completely baffled.

"Brother Hua, you need to change your fiery temper. You're always so impulsive. Even if the guys don't say anything, they might have some complaints when you lead them on work!"

Lu Guanhua did not realize that Chen Guozhong was giving him his last words, and smiled faintly.

"Brother Zhong, what are you talking about? Everyone works for you, when did it become my place to tell them what to do?"

You don't need to be angry with me, I just feel... damn it, taking such a huge risk to make money for some gangster, it's just not satisfying!"

"I'll take responsibility for everything!"

No sooner had Chen Guozhong finished speaking than Li Weile, who had been keeping watch nearby, suddenly reported the news.

"Brother Zhong, a car is here!"

Chen Guozhong's expression changed, and he immediately spoke in a solemn tone.

"Everyone to your positions! Don't let a single one escape, except for that guy from Macau!"

A bread truck stopped at the foot of a cliff on Feie Mountain. The first to arrive at the transaction location were Big Beard and the people from Wang Bao's side who were responsible for receiving the goods.

The first person to get off the bus was a man wearing a floral shirt with permed hair.

Even late at night, he was still wearing sunglasses and acting all high and mighty, looking like a pathetic loser.

Looking around, the man in the floral shirt saw no one in sight and was immediately annoyed.

He turned to look at the big beard behind him, adjusted his sunglasses to his forehead, and spoke.

Where are they?

"Brother Peter, the deliveryman bears more risks than the receiver, so it's understandable that he's a little late."

"You'd better not try anything funny. I'm only making this trip late at night because of your last shipment."

The cops have been keeping a close eye on us lately. If anything goes wrong, you'll be the first to get punished!

The man in the floral shirt gave the bearded man a warning, then raised his wrist to check his watch.

At that moment, he was unaware that not far away, Lu Guanhua had already raised the muzzle of his gun in the darkness, aiming it at his chest.

The pistol he was holding was not the new .38 police pistol!

Because police pistol ammunition requires precise backup records, Lu Guanhua and his team used an older Colt revolver purchased from the black market this time.

Even Lu Guanhua, the earliest member of the group to enter the profession, had only used this old gun during his training at the Wong Chuk Hang Police Academy.

Using it again now, I'm completely out of practice.

Holding his breath and aiming, Lu Guanhua regained his feel for the shot and pulled the trigger.

boom--

A crisp gunshot rang out, drowning out the chirping of insects in the field. The bullet left the barrel and struck the man in the floral shirt squarely in the chest.

The man in the floral shirt froze, then looked incredulously at the dumbfounded bearded man, raised his hand slightly, and collapsed limply.

The two henchmen who were following the car were stunned for a moment, but they quickly came to their senses.

"The Yan family shovels, the black one eats the black one!"

In their frantic rush, the two didn't have time to think and desperately ran into the bread cart.

bang bang bang-

Several more gunshots rang out as Lu Guanhua, along with Li Weile and Guo Zichen, fired in quick succession, intending to silence the remaining two henchmen.

However, having never handled this pistol before, and not having enough time to aim properly when shooting at a moving target, all three of them missed several shots in a row.

Just as the two young men were about to get on the bus, Chen Guozhong, who had been silent all along, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He deftly pulled out his sidearm from his waist, pulled the hammer, and fired two shots with practiced ease at the lower backs of the two henchmen.

"Brother Zhong!"

Seeing Chen Guozhong fire his sidearm, Lu Guanhua was devastated.

There was no time to think too much right now. Seeing the two young men who had just opened the car door fall to the ground, Lu Guanhua and his two companions, without any suspicion, put down their pistols and ran over.

Guo Zichen and Li Weile stepped forward to hold down the terrified bearded man, while Lu Guanhua, meticulous as ever, fired a finishing shot at the forehead of the three men in floral shirts who had already been knocked down.

Their methods were so ruthless and efficient that even the big-bearded man who had been a fan of celebrities for years was ashamed of himself.

He was quite sensible and raised his hands. It wasn't until he saw Li Weile pull out handcuffs from behind his waist that he realized the people who had come to intercept them were a group of police officers!

Chen Guozhong followed and kicked aside the body lying on the steps of the bread cart. He entered the cart and found that there was indeed a backpack full of cash inside, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Ah Le, you and Ah Chen drive around later and throw these good-for-nothings into the sea to feed the fish."

"Brother Hua, you and I clean up this mess, and I'll train this idiot before we go back!"

"OK!"

Lu Guanhua put away his pistol, glanced sideways at the two corpses under the van, and finally gave Li Weile, who was preparing to lift the bodies, some final words of advice.

"Ah Le, find Brother Zhong's two spent bullet casings before you leave!"

……

"Tell me, what's the phone number?"

In an abandoned tin shack on Tsz Wan Shan, Lu Guanhua wielded a wooden stick as thick as a wrist, striking the bearded man repeatedly.

The bearded man was beaten until blood flowed from his mouth and nose, writhing like a maggot baking in the scorching sun.

He could no longer endure it; his survival instinct compelled him to raise his hands and beg Lu Guanhua for mercy.

"Don't hit me...don't hit me!"

bang-

Lu Guanhua threw the wooden stick on the ground, then took out the phone he had found on the bearded man and stuffed it into his hand.

"Then call him and tell your accomplice to go to the Gasoline station tomorrow morning to pick up the goods and deliver them to Wang Bao!"

The bearded man took the phone, a hint of sorrow shining through his bloodshot eyes.

No matter how confused he was, he now knew that these constables wanted to use the two brothers to steal Wang Bao's pork!

Furthermore, he had witnessed the ruthlessness of these cops, and he knew that whether he made the call or not, he was likely doomed.

But his strong will to survive compelled him to speak to Lu Guanhua.

"If I make this call... will I even survive?"

Lu Guanhua's face darkened, and he immediately picked up the wooden stick from the ground.

"I can make your death quicker!"

"Brother Hua!"

Chen Guozhong, who had been silent until now, finally spoke.

He lit a cigarette, stood next to Lu Guanhua, reached out and snatched the wooden stick from Lu Guanhua's hand, and threw it on the ground.

He then squatted down and put the cigarette in the bearded man's mouth.

"You work for Wang Bao, so you should know who I am!"

Now I'm telling you, I only want Wang Bao to die, and I don't want to drag anyone down with me.

"Make this call for me. If we catch Wang Bao tomorrow, I'll personally arrange a boat to take you two brothers away from port!"

A hint of hesitation flashed in the bearded man's eyes, but when he turned his head and caught a glimpse of the fierce light leaping in Lu Guanhua's eyes, he immediately shuddered.

Rather than suffer torture and be beaten to death, it's better to gamble on this slim hope.

He secretly vowed that if he could escape this time, he would completely give up his life of crime and never set foot in the noodle stall business again, even if it meant begging for food!

He picked up the phone, and with trembling hands, dialed the number. When the call connected, the bearded man took a deep breath and tried his best to make his tone sound normal.

"Sheng-zai, don't rush to ask why. We've been spotted by the cops tonight!"

The goods were placed in the trunk of the third Toyota in the first row of the parking lot on the south side of the Gasda gas station.

Peter and I won't be back tonight. Tomorrow at dawn, you'll go pick up the goods and give them to Wang Bao... cough cough!

"What nonsense are you talking about? Did you get the money from the mute guy?"

"And why do I have to go pick up the goods? Wang Bao and his team have no one to meet them!"

"Damn it! I only hid the goods there because I told you there was a mole among Wang Bao's men!"

Don't ask any questions. Just get the money as soon as possible and deliver the goods to Wang Bao as early as tomorrow morning. Remember, you must hand them over to him personally!

……

For Lin Xiaoru, it was another peaceful night.

The next day, he got up very early.

As agreed with Lam Wai-lok, they also gathered dozens of people in Kwun Tong and rented five minibuses, led by On-tau Kwan, to take them all the way to Jordan to meet up with Lam Wai-lok's men.

The person arrived in Jordan at 7 a.m. and met in the basement warehouse of a department store in Jordan.

The person in charge of blowing the whistle on Lin Huai Le's side was none other than his wingman, A Ze.

Ah Ze couldn't help but feel a little annoyed after seeing the people from Kwun Tong.

"Hey, what's wrong with your boss?"

"This time we're standing up for him, and you've sent over forty people without even bringing any weapons. Isn't that a bit outrageous?"

An Tou Kun yawned, looking like he hadn't woken up yet.

"Brother Ze, you don't need to worry about that!"

In short, I, the boss, have this to say: Wang Bao owns eight establishments on Tak Shing Street. We'll split the business in half; you plant your flags, and we'll plant ours.

If we lose, we'll just take a taxi back to Kwun Tong!

"Crazy! This is sloppy and disorganized. How are you going to explain this to the gang?"

Ah Ze didn't like chatting with An Tou Kun, so he simply waved his hand and led the people from Jordan out of the pen one after another.

Last night, Lin Huai Le gave prior instructions, saying that he had practically emptied his savings.

To give Fat Tang a satisfactory answer, even if we fill up all the prisons in Hong Kong and Kowloon today, we will take this opportunity to snatch a piece of meat from Tak Shing Street!

Seeing that the people from Jordan were leaving the warehouse one after another, An Tou Kun stretched and called out to the group of younger men behind him.

"Brother Xiao said beforehand that we'll be going to Tak Shing Street later, just like going out for morning tea!"

"Trash talk is fine, but no one is allowed to lay a hand on you, understand?"

The group of thugs were immediately baffled.

Someone immediately retorted.

"If you don't fight, are you just waiting to be killed?"

"If you were killed, wouldn't you run away?"

As soon as An Tou Kun said this, the scene immediately became lively.

"Brother Kun, what does this mean?"

Since we've come out to show off our horses, how can we not take action?

"Yeah, they take the money and do the work, how could Brother Xiao give such an explanation?"

"What is Brother Xiao thinking? Are we from Kwun Tong worse than those from Jordan?!"

An Tou Kun rolled his eyes at the group of thugs.

"Shut up! That's basically what Brother Xiao told us."

If I knew what he was thinking, wouldn't I be a big shot too?!