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

Chapter 82 If you have trouble, go and solve it yourself. Don't call me all the time.

The plane had already taken people off the minibus. Once off the bus, the group of thugs, without saying a word, all walked towards the group of villagers.

Standing before this group of villagers, the thugs all drew their weapons.

Some wrapped the machete in newspaper, some tucked it under their armpits, and some even stuffed it directly into their crotch.

The way he drew his knife sent a chill down one's spine, making one fear that he might accidentally cut off their testicles.

The plane approached the crowd, scanned the rioting villagers in the dim light, said nothing, and simply waved behind him. Immediately, a henchman handed him a gleaming kukri.

The noisy neighbors who had been shouting earlier fell silent upon seeing this scene.

"I don't want to waste any more time talking to you. If anyone dares to cause trouble again, I'll take my men and go door to door to talk to them!"

Now that they've left, I'll pretend nothing happened!

When the man on the plane shouted those words, some of the more timid villagers immediately shrank back a few steps.

Just as the situation reached a stalemate, an arrogant voice came from not far away.

"You and Lian Sheng are such good friends? Oh, it's a plane!"

Don't think you're so tough just because you beat up Hung Hing boss B. If a real fight breaks out, can you hold your own in Yuen Long?!

The plane frowned and glanced sideways, then saw Crow leading a group of Tung Sing boys, all walking towards them with their noses in the air.

Soon the three groups of people crowded together, and the crow turned its head and shouted to the villagers.

"Don't panic, neighbors! With Tung Sing here, let's see which bastard dares to lay a finger on you!"

The plane sneered and strolled over to the crow.

"This is Wo Luen Shing's territory. Do you know you've crossed the line, Tung Sing?"

"What?"

The crow pretended to be deaf, intending to provoke the plane.

"Crossing the line? When have I ever heard anyone from Wo Luen Shing in Yuen Long say something like that!"

Let me tell you, if you know what's good for you, you'll have your boss come out, honestly apologize to the neighbors, and then go to Tin Shui Wai to sign the document.

"You don't know your place! Soon you'll learn what the real world of gangsters is!"

The plane's smile widened, then suddenly its eyes hardened, and it swung its kukri knife straight at the crow's neck.

"Oh my!"

The crow immediately flew back two steps, the blade narrowly grazing his left arm. Startled by the plane's ruthlessness, he abandoned his playful demeanor.

Seeing that the fire was almost burning, the crow retreated to the back of the crowd and waved its hand.

"Kill him!"

"Fuck your mother!"

"Damn it, I've chopped you bunch of bastards to pieces!"

The two groups immediately clashed, and the scene descended into chaos. As the shouts and curses gradually turned into screams, some terrified neighbors began to flee.

"Brother Tianxiong, I don't want the subsidy anymore! I don't want it!"

"Boss, I was forced to come here. Don't kill the wrong person!"

As his neighbors scattered, the crow knew he could no longer delay.

He snatched a machete from one of the henchmen, and under the cover of darkness, he walked up behind Camel, a distant relative, and patted the young man on the shoulder.

The young man, who was about to back down, was startled. He turned around and saw that the person was Crow, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Crow————"

*Pfft*

Before he could finish speaking, Crow plunged a knife into the young man's chest, twisted the hilt twice, and then pulled it out abruptly.

"crow----"

The young man froze, staring at Crow in disbelief, his hand gripping Crow's vest tightly, blood immediately staining the shirt red.

The crow turned its face to the side, spread its left hand, covered the young man's face with its five fingers, and with a forceful push, knocked the young man to the ground.

He then deftly walked away, disappearing into the chaotic crowd.

The young man fell backward with a thud, never understanding why the crow had killed him until his death.

"Crow! Didn't you say breaking his leg would be enough? Why the hell did you kill him?!"

The smiling tiger, who had been following the crow, was stunned by the crow's ruthlessness.

The crow looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention, lowered its voice and spoke.

"Fuck you, if you're going to do it, go all the way!"

"If I only break one leg, I'm afraid the boss will be too soft-hearted and just let Wo Shing Shing pay for some medicine. Wouldn't all my efforts have been for nothing?"

As he spoke, Crow flicked the blood off his blade and put his arm around Smiling Tiger's shoulder.

"Let's go! These bastards are cowards, the guys on the plane are much tougher!"

"If you keep dawdling, are you waiting to be hacked to death here?"

At 8:30 p.m., in a rural villa near the Luo Clan Ancestral Hall, Camel was on the phone with Qiu Guangmao.

"Mr. Luo, I only asked you to find someone to sign, not to cause a death!"

Qiu Guangmao sounded worried. Tomorrow was the day of the publicity campaign, and he didn't want to cause any public opinion storm at this critical juncture.

Camel's expression turned even more grim.

"Mr. Qiu, if you say it again, what happened in Langping has nothing to do with you!"

"Sigh! We're all neighbors, we'll give you a sum of compensation that will satisfy you!"

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After finishing his call with Qiu Guangmao, Camel slammed the receiver onto the landline, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

This time, the one who shouldn't have died died the most, and those old guys from the Luo clan have been coming to question him one after another, asking him how he became the leader!

How could they not even take care of their own young men, who died unexpectedly in Langping!

"Crow! Get in here!"

With a loud shout from the camel, the crow, who had been waiting outside the study for a long time, took a few deep breaths, repeatedly telling itself not to laugh, and then, feigning grief, pushed open the study door.

When the crow reached the camel, it looked extremely sad.

"Boss! It's my fault for not taking good care of Zhihong."

But I didn't expect those bastards from the Lian Sheng gang to be so vicious, ready to kill someone at the slightest disagreement. Zhihong wanted to do something for you, but then—"

"Alright! The person is already dead, what's the point of saying all this?!"

The camel was trembling with anger, then glanced at the crow a few times.

He said coldly, "Haven't you always complained that I haven't given you a chance to rise to the top? This time, I'll give you one!"

The crow lowered its head even further, reached its left hand behind it, and frantically pinched its own thigh.

I'm afraid I might burst out laughing without being able to hold back, which would be a huge problem.

The camel paused for a moment, then spoke.

"The clan elders asked me to give them an explanation, so this time you'll be going to Jordan."

I don't care how badly that plane is damaged, just scrape it out, understand?

"Boss! I'll definitely get him out and bring him back to Yuen Long to offer sacrifices to Chi-Hung's spirit!"

Around 10 p.m., at a night market stall in Temple Street, Lin Xiaoru was cooking a hot pot with Banana.

Banana picked up a piece of good beef, dipped it in the pot, then added some satay sauce from the dipping sauce dish. After taking a bite, she subconsciously glanced at Li Xiangdong and his two companions at the next table.

"Lin Xiaoru, you said you invited me out for dinner, and you even brought a few of your brothers with you."

What, are you afraid I'll eat you?

Lin Xiaoru chuckled. He had no appetite at the moment, and simply reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette case.

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He took out the last cigarette from the pack, lit it, and then picked up where Banana left off.

"There's no way around it. People like us who are involved in gangs are out and about all day long. We're actually not as safe as tycoons like Cheng Sheng."

We only have one life, so we have to be careful!

"Why didn't you bring them with you when you invited me for drinks before?"

"Tch! Why don't I bring them with me next time we go to war?"

"Dirty!"

Banana rolled her eyes at Lin Xiaoru, then put down her chopsticks.

Judging from your attitude tonight, you weren't really looking forward to asking me out.

Tell me, what do you want from me?

Lin Xiaoru took a puff of her cigarette and laughed.

"It's nothing major, I just wanted to ask how things are going with Mr. Cheng's negotiations with Tin Shui Wai Development Company."

Mr. Cheng has agreed to a business deal worth tens of millions of yuan for me, so I should at least take a look at it.

"Here we come to gather intelligence again. Actually, I don't know much either."

But according to Le'er tonight, it seems like there's a chance!

Banana then changed her tone and teased, "You know what? Tonight, Le'er praised you to the skies right in front of me."

She praised you for your insight at such a young age, but it's a pity—"

"What's a pity?"

"It's a pity that he's so young and doesn't study well, instead choosing to join gangs. If only he had focused all his energy on doing the right thing!"

Haha, Le'er seems to like you a lot. If you keep trying, you might actually win her over.

"Then you'll be transformed into Cheng Sheng's son-in-law, and you'll never have to struggle for money again!"

Lin Xiaoru frowned.

"If I win Cheng Le'er's heart, won't you be jealous?"

"Tch! I'm not dating you, why are you jealous?"

If you're really capable enough to marry her, she won't even know that I got to enjoy her man first, and that I even took advantage of her.

Although Banana was stubborn, she couldn't hide her sour jealousy.

Lin Xiaoru waved her hand, changing the subject.

"Actually, your best friend is just like her father. She may not have any ill intentions, but she's used to looking down on people and subconsciously looks down on them."

She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and has no idea about the hardships of ordinary people.

He's never suffered any hardship himself, yet he has the audacity to say I'm not good. If I had a choice, I'd choose to be the Governor of Hong Kong, not some lousy triad!

Banana shook her head as she listened.

"Actually, Le'er isn't as condescending as you think. On the contrary, I think she's a very good person."

Otherwise, after returning from the US, he would have spent all his time with me.

"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. I have another question for you."

Lin Xiaoru changed the subject again and said seriously.

"Since you work in real estate, could you give me some advice on which properties in the Yau Tsim Mong area would be suitable for me to buy?"

Ideally, it should be a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment with an elevator, access control, and 24-hour security!

Banana's smile widened.

"What, looking for a safe house?"

"Of course, I live on Zhihe Street now, which is drafty."

If I ever get hacked to pieces, I won't even have anywhere to hide!

"Damn it! In my mind, you gang leaders are supposed to be obsessed with saving face and suffer for it. How could you bring up something like this in front of a woman?"

As they were talking, Lin Xiaoru finished her cigarette. Just then, someone carrying a cigarette holder walked over. Lin Xiaoru waved to the cigarette vendor, reaching into her pocket for some cash as she responded.

"Being afraid of death is not shameful. On the contrary, it is those who are mentally unstable who recklessly show off and leave their lives entirely to fate."

Don't embarrass me. If I die, you probably won't find one this big!

"Shut up! Why are you being so lewd!"

Seeing the cigarette vendor approaching, Banana blushed, muttered something, and then spoke.

"It's the Tsim Sha Tsui Coastal Defense Building. There are still vacant rooms there, and the security and access control are very thorough."

However, it's a bit expensive; a 1,000-square-foot mansion would cost around three million!

At this moment, Lin Xiaoru was trying to exchange money for cigarettes, but no matter how many times she counted the money in her pocket, she couldn't find a single coin.

Too lazy to look anymore, I simply tossed a hundred-yuan bill onto the cigarette rack and picked up two packs of Vanilla Beef.

The young man selling cigarettes looked somewhat timid. He picked up the banknote, his eyes darting away, not daring to look Lin Xiaoru in the eye.

"I can't find it—I can't open it—"

"Keep the change, the extra is for your tip!"

Lin Xiaoru waved her cigarette at the cigarette vendor, unaware of the incredulous look in the vendor's eyes.

But perhaps due to his timid nature, or perhaps sensing that Lin Xiaoru was flirting with another woman and it was inconvenient to disturb her, he left without even saying "thank you," carrying his cigarette holder.

Lin Xiaoru tossed a pack of cigarettes to Li Xiangdong and his group at the next table and spoke again.

"Three million or so is not out of the question!"

Okay, Miss Tang, please keep an eye out for me tomorrow. Let me know if you find anything suitable!

"Tch! When asking someone for a favor, don't they know to first talk about the benefits?"

Banana popped open a beer with a "pop," looked at Lin Xiaoru with a charming smile, and the ambiguous meaning was self-evident.

Inside a private room at a nightclub on Portland Street, the smiling tiger was embracing two women, practically wanting to bury his head in their breasts.

"Alright, all of you, get out!"

The crow next to him picked up a whole bottle of whiskey, took a swig, and then howled at the two girls next to the smiling tiger.

The two girls immediately stopped joking and didn't dare to say anything more, quickly leaving the private room.

The smiling tiger, his face flushed red, was greatly displeased. He leaned back on the sofa and glanced sideways at the crow.

"Crow, we finally got a chance to have some fun, why are you such a spoilsport?"

"Hey, I'm not like you. I have to face that haggard wife at home every day, which is bad enough. Can't you let me have some fun first?"

"Are you here to play around with women or to get things done?"

The smiling tiger spread his hands: "Isn't that waiting for the salty wet to come over? Hey! You don't mean to go to Decheng Street alone and scrape the plane out, do you?"

Forget it, they're riding high right now, there's no rush!

Upon hearing this, the impatient crows finally calmed down a little.

He sat back down on the sofa and sighed.

"I don't know what the boss was thinking. He asked me to come and do things, and then he told me to ask the sluts for people!"

Would he kill me if I gave him my team's underlings?! I only have a few useless guys under me, what am I supposed to do?!

Smiling Tiger sneered: "Then you can only blame yourself. Three years ago, you ran away to the Netherlands with the gang's public funds. Not only did the boss not hold you accountable, he also helped you cover it up. He has already done more than enough!"

Even if he were willing to let you come out and lead some underlings now, I'm afraid none of them would be willing to follow you!

"Damn it, wasn't I running this road to do things for the gang?"

I was almost hacked to death, is it too much to ask for some money and leave?!

"Alright, crow, there's no use complaining to me now."

If you want to make a comeback, you'd better listen to the boss first. Do you know why the boss wants you to go find the sluts to get people back?

"I know nothing!"

Smiling Tiger sat up straight and then picked up a wet wipe from the marble table to wipe his face.

"You haven't been in Hong Kong Island for the past few years, so there are many things you don't understand."

In the past two years, Uncle Ben and the Dragon Head have become increasingly at odds. This time, when you were asked to scratch the plane, the Dragon Head was worried that it would provoke a fight between Tung Sing and Wo Luen Shing.

"Salty Shi is one of my men. If you get him to stand up for you, you won't have to worry about me pulling any dirty tricks behind your back!"

Even crows can listen to good or bad advice. When Luo Zhengwu, the previous leader of the Dongxing Society, was critically ill, he passed the leadership position to his son Luo Bingrun before he died. Uncle Ben, who was also a veteran of Dongxing Society, was very unhappy about this.

Over the years, the relationship between the Crow and Camel, the leader of the Camel, has become more of a facade. No matter how much the Crow dislikes its boss, it has to obediently stand on Camel's side now.

After a while, the crow softened its tone.

"Zhiwei, do you think the 'salty' type can cooperate with us?"

"Yes, the plane recently snatched a lot of girls in the sluttiest places."

"Fuck your mother, I could have found even better quality girls at that slutty place tonight—"

The smiling tiger became displeased as he spoke.

As they were talking, the door to the private room was pushed open again.

A man with triangular eyes and a gold chain around his neck resembling a dog collar walked into the private room.

"Smiling tiger, judging by your smug look, did you lip-sync correctly tonight?"

The newcomer was none other than the salty scum of Portland Street. He first made a sarcastic remark to Smiling Tiger, and then looked at Crow sitting to the side.

Then he put on a smiling face: "Crow, long time no see!"

"You bastard, I've been fucking waiting for you here for almost two hours!"

Upon seeing the person in question, the crow immediately got straight to the point.

"The boss should have already explained everything to you, right? What about your men?"

Salty reached into his crotch and then sat down next to Smiling Tiger.

"Wait, why are you in such a hurry?"

I think you should have a good drink here tonight, drink your fill, then pick a girl to sleep with, and we'll talk about it tomorrow morning.

"You fucking tricked me!"

The crow suddenly stood up and grabbed a wine bottle. Seeing this, the smiling tiger quickly reached out to stop him.

"Crow, why are you being so impulsive? They were being kind to us, and you not only didn't appreciate it, but you also had to attack them."

Salty was also startled by Crow's posture. He was somewhat afraid of Crow. This bastard had fought with Hung Hing in Wan Chai back then and ended up getting himself featured in Asia Weekly.

After the news broke and the newspapers were published, the police were unable to suppress public opinion and had no choice but to issue a full arrest warrant for the Tung Sing gang.

Now that he's back in Hong Kong, his fiery temper has clearly not subsided at all.

Seeing that the crow had been knocked down again by the smiling tiger, Salty finally spoke.

"Crow, please use your brain, okay?"

Now, the reputation of airplanes in Kowloon is terrifying. On Tak Shing Street alone, there are countless thugs.

"You two have fiery tempers, bringing your whole gang over here to start a fight. Whether I have enough men to fight them is another matter, but if things get heated, do you want to go on vacation to the Netherlands?"

Upon hearing this, the crow let out a nervous laugh.

He then picked up the bottle, took another swig, and wiped his mouth.

He said, "Then tell me, what good ideas do you have?"

"Simple! That little brother of Fei Ji, Hua Liuyuan, is poaching people from my Tilan Street every few days."

I've been annoyed with him for a long time, I'll find an opportunity tomorrow and just—"

While slowly explaining his plan to Crow, both Crow and Smiling Tiger soon showed knowing smiles.

He then spread his salty, damp hands.

"Now that you've got the plane sorted out, you can legitimately plant your flag on Decheng Street!"

"With the leader valuing you so highly, how could you possibly fail to achieve anything in Hong Kong and Kowloon in the future?"

"Wow! No wonder you bunch of sleazy bastards can run rampant on Portland Street, you're as shady as can be!"

The crow gave a sarcastic laugh, then glanced at the smiling tiger beside it and chuckled.

"Zhiwei, bring those two girls over here again. You seemed pretty ecstatic just now, let me experience what it's like!"

The smiling tiger rolled its eyes at the crow.

"Chao! I think you picked up some unusual hobbies in the Netherlands. Do you like to steal things that other people like?"

If you take someone away, who can I find to play with? "

"Go home and find your wife's papaya!"

The next day, Lin Xiaoru had just gotten up when she received a phone call from the plane.

Pressing the answer button, the faint, lifeless sound of an airplane came through the receiver.

"Brother Xiao, there's trouble on Decheng Street—"

"What's all this trouble? Now that you're successful, if you have any problems, go and solve them yourself. Don't keep calling me!"

Lin Xiaoru spoke into the phone while unpacking the breakfast Taibao had bought.

He gave a wry smile on the other end of the plane and then explained.

"I remember my grandfather's teachings, and I dare not deal with this trouble haphazardly."

Here's what happened: starting in the middle of last night, the chicken-killing crew suddenly went crazy and started taking people to raid my premises.

When they catch someone, they don't take them back to the police station. They just ask a few questions, check their ID a few times, and then release them.

Then, half an hour later, they came back to clean up the place, and they did this all night, creating a climate of fear. I doubt any customers will dare to come here again!

Lin Xiaoru tore open a pair of disposable chopsticks, held the phone between them, and spoke.

"This is what happens when you become famous; there will be many more incidents like this in the future!"

Tell me, who are those cops who came looking for trouble with you? I'll give you some advice, and you can learn from their example so you'll know how to handle things next time!

The "Chicken Slaughtering Unit" currently has the most corrupt police officers in the Hong Kong Island Police Force!

Lin Xiaoru simply assumed that the plane had encountered a money-grubbing thief and didn't take it to heart at the time.

But when the plane said the policeman's name, Lin Xiaoru was stunned for a moment, realizing that something was wrong, and immediately put down her chopsticks.

"What? Say it again, who is this cop?"

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