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

Chapter 85 The plane is ashamed: Lawyers are truly terrifying!

In just a few minutes, several of Camel's henchmen staged a series of dramatic scenes of betrayal and intrigue within Wo Luen Shing's territory.

This is truly embarrassing for the camel!

The camel slapped the crow twice hard until it shut the dead crow up completely, then looked at Lin Xiaoru with a serious expression.

"What happened today was due to my poor discipline of my son! I'm very grateful that you're giving me face. If there's nothing else, I'll pay for this meal!"

Lin Xiaoru took out a cigarette and calmly lit it.

"Luo Sheng, I won't stop you from leaving if you're in a hurry. But I'm worried you won't be able to explain things to your clan when you get back. Perhaps we can take care of the matter of cleaning up the family!"

As she spoke, Lin Xiaoru looked at the airplane.

"Be careful, don't splatter blood all over their private room!"

Upon hearing this, Fei Ji immediately waved to one of his henchmen behind him, and the henchman stepped forward and handed Fei Ji a rope.

The camel's expression changed.

"I, as the younger brother, have the right to make my own decisions! It's not for outsiders to clean house for me!"

Lin Xiaoru stood up, signaling the plane to stop operating. Then, she took a deep drag of her cigarette and frowned as she looked at the camel.

"Luo Sheng, you can't have it both ways. You've slandered us and Lian Sheng for killing your relatives, and I don't believe you'll clear our names."

However, we are not in Ping, the line of people who want to kill the plane could stretch all the way from here to Tuen Mun!

"My men are all big mouths. If they were to gossip about all the embarrassing things your younger brother did over tea, you wouldn't be able to explain yourself to either your relatives or the triads!"

As she spoke, Lin Xiaoru gestured to the plane, which immediately understood. The plane had already made a slipknot with the hemp rope in its hand and was about to put it around the crow's neck.

All the Wo Luen Shing thugs who were standing at the door stepped forward. Judging from this, Crow was doomed today.

Before the camel could utter a sound, the crow immediately panicked.

Even a cornered dog will jump over a wall, let alone a crow?

"Boss, save me!"

With his nerves on edge, the crow glanced at the two bodyguards behind the camel.

"Damn it! Draw your guns and shoot them!"

As he spoke, Crow stepped forward to snatch a gun from a bodyguard's waistband.

The two bodyguards glanced at Camel's face and, seeing his hesitant expression, immediately stepped aside, preventing Crow from seizing the gun.

Unexpectedly, the crow's move was just a feint, a pretense of seizing the gun. When it reached the camel's side, it suddenly picked up a bone plate from the table, smashed it on the table, and took advantage of the camel's unpreparedness to hook its left hand around the camel's neck.

Holding the fragments of the bone dish in his right hand, he placed them directly across the camel's carotid artery.

"Don't come any closer!!"

This immediately caught Lin Xiaoru off guard. She frowned, put down the cigarette she had just taken a puff of, and looked at the gloomy-faced Camel with a look of utter surprise.

The camel's two bodyguards, without suspicion, simultaneously drew their guns and aimed at the crow hiding behind the camel.

"Crow! You've really gone mad!"

Camel's face was ashen. If he had been considering whether to continue pressuring Lin Xiaoru and take this kid back with him, he now wished he could kill this bastard with his own hands!

It's already shameful enough that this has happened repeatedly, but now that a henchman is going to kill the boss, people will laugh at him for being such a leader!

"Boss, you can't blame me! If you had helped me out earlier, none of this would have happened!"

As the plane continued its unhurried approach, the crow pressed the porcelain shard in its hand against the camel's neck, already leaving a bloody mark.

"Tell them to let me go, or we're all dead today!"

After all, he is the head of the East Star Society. In the face of life and death, the leader should still have the dignity he deserves.

Despite the crows' frantic cawing, the camel still held its neck straight.

Taking advantage of the pressure exerted by the plane and the crow, the camel seized an opportunity and slammed the back of its head hard into the crow's nose.

With a muffled "thud," the crow felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and before he could react, the camel had already ducked and circled around him, escaping his clutches.

The two bodyguards were very efficient; seeing the camel freed, they acted without the slightest hesitation.

The two men fired simultaneously, and the sound of gunfire, like popping beans, riddled the crow with bullets.

"You idiot! How can you be a boss if you don't have any skills?"

Upon seeing the crow's eyes bulge and it fall to the ground, the camel immediately stepped forward and kicked the crow on the head.

He immediately rolled up his sleeve, revealing a hideous knife scar on his left arm. Still not satisfied, he glared at the crow with bloodshot eyes.

The corpse roared.

"Look closely, you brat! Your boss got stabbed back then, and he sewed it up himself!"

Do you understand when you play with me? ! "

Lin Xiaoru stubbed out her cigarette in a teacup and shook her head.

"Oh no, Mr. Luo, we'll have to pay for cleaning the private room now!"

The camel, its anger subsiding slightly, turned to look at Lin Xiaoru.

"Please excuse my foolishness. If the brothers of Wo Shing are willing to give me face, please don't spread this matter around!"

Lin Xiaoru shrugged: "It doesn't matter. We just had people from Lian Sheng plant a flag on Portland Street, hoping that Mr. Luo wouldn't interfere."

Camel's lips twitched, but then he heard Lin Xiaoru add something.

"Mr. Lok, I know you and Old Man Bai have always been at odds. Now that Old Man Bai is doing better and better in Hong Kong and Kowloon, I'm planting my flag on his turf. You should be happy, right?"

The camel merely snorted coldly and offered no reply.

With a wave of his hand, he ordered two bodyguards to drag the already weak-legged Smiling Tiger out of the private room.

"Brother Xiao, he hasn't paid the cleaning fee for the private room yet!"

The plane, carrying the rope, ran to Lin Xiaoru's side and said this.

Lin Xiaoru turned around and glared at him: "Then let's chase after him and ask him for it!"

The following day at noon, Lin Xiaoru received a phone call from Banana at home.

Lin Xiaoru hadn't slept well for half the night because of the flag-planting incident on Portland Street. She was still lying in bed, fumbling for the phone.

He pressed the answer button and gave a lazy greeting.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Mr. Lin, I've got news about the apartments near the Haifang Building that you asked me to inquire about."

"It's Banana, good morning!"

Lin Xiaoru rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed, instinctively reaching for a cigarette on the bedside table.

"What kind of morning is this? It's almost lunchtime! What time did you go to bed last night?"

Lin Xiaoru took out a cigarette and put it in her mouth, which made her a little more awake. She picked up the watch on the bedside table and glanced at it. Sure enough, it was already 11:30 in the morning.

Lin Xiaoru chuckled awkwardly.

"Sorry, I was very busy last night. By the way, what about the house? Any news?"

"That's good. This is a three-bedroom apartment. The living room and bedrooms are a bit small, but it's fully furnished and decorated, so you can move in right away."

The homeowner seemed eager to sell, asking for a price that was about 100,000 yuan cheaper than similar houses on the market.

However, he only wants cash, saying that if you're willing to buy, we can meet up tonight to discuss it in person!

"Cash only? No problem, I have plenty of cash!"

Shaking her head, Lin Xiaoru heard Taibao knocking on the door from outside.

"Brother Xiao, lunch is ready!"

"Hold on!"

Lin Xiaoru called out to Taibao and continued speaking into the phone.

"Then let's arrange to meet him tonight. It would be best if we paid the money and then go to get the property transfer notarized tomorrow."

"I've wanted to move out of here for ages! You have no idea how noisy it is!"

Banana chuckled as she listened.

"Have you men all become so successful that you're prone to getting bored and seeking new things?"

"Do you women always make a big deal out of everything? How can this house be compared to a person?"

"Are you crazy? If I'm not happy living here, do you expect me to move in with you?"

"That won't work, my house is very small."

Lin Xiaoru grabbed the clothes from the bedside table and started dressing while talking on the phone.

"Alright, remember to call me when you get off work later, and I'll drive to pick you up."

I have some things to take care of here, so I'll hang up now.

After hanging up the phone and quickly washing up in the bathroom, Lin Xiaoru went straight to the restaurant.

Seeing that the ceiling fan in the living room was still creaking and spinning, Lin Xiaoru became even more determined to move out.

People are better when they are old, and clothes are better when they are new. When you become successful, you should enjoy yourself when it's time to enjoy life. Otherwise, what's the point of making so much money?

At the dining table, once Lin Xiaoru was seated, the three Li brothers picked up their chopsticks and began to eat heartily.

Immediately, all that could be heard was the clinking of cutlery. These three brothers were very disciplined; they would never utter a word during the meal unless asked.

These three brothers were truly pitiful. They worked for me, sharing a single room and sleeping on a makeshift bed, and they never complained once.

"Taibao, how's the plane going?"

Having just woken up, Lin Xiaoru didn't have a good appetite. She ate a couple of mouthfuls of food haphazardly, then put her chopsticks aside and asked Taibao.

Taibao also put down his chopsticks and answered seriously.

"I just called him to ask if he had any financial difficulties, and he said no."

Last night he checked out five venues on Portland Street, but none of them were big ones.

Two brothels, one sauna, one bar, and one nightclub—because they couldn't win over the owners, they didn't bring anyone to take advantage of the situation.

Lin Xiaoru nodded.

"He's certainly broadened his horizons with his plane, but once he's planted his flag on Portland Street, he won't have to worry about not finding business in the future."

By the way, what's the situation with Tung Sing?

"There's nothing going on for now. Portland Street is being managed by Whitehead from Tung Sing. He's been in Thailand lately, and he's not planning to take over Camel's business."

So even if there's any conflict, we'll have to wait until the old man returns from Thailand before we can discuss it.

Taibao and Lin Xiaoru were explaining the situation when Taibao suddenly slapped his forehead.

"By the way, Brother Xiao, Feiji asked me to tell you that he's still really annoyed by that cop."

Since last night, the chicken-killing squad has been coming and going, sweeping through their territory six times already!

Many passengers were taken away directly. The plane really couldn't do anything about it. Let me ask you—what exactly are your plans—?

Lin Xiaoru scratched her head.

"After you finish eating, call him immediately and tell him that he is now doing business with Fire Bull!"

If they can't handle this, they should consult with Fire Bull. If Fire Bull can't handle it either, they should just shut down the whole place; they're not cut out for this business!

Taibao immediately stood up: "I'll go call him right now!"

Around 1 p.m., in a mahjong parlor on Fire Bull's territory.

As promised, the plane met with Master Su, the young master of the Fire Bull family, here.

The plane knew the lawyers in this organization.

When I was working for Yu Tou Biao, he was brought into the police station by the police and was the one who busied himself handling the cases on his behalf.

It must be said that Su, the advisor, was one of the few young men from the Wo Luen Shing Society who earned the respect of Fei Ji.

Back then, because of Big D's revelations, Fish Head Sign was practically in jail.

It was only through the efforts of his advisor, Su, that he was able to get him out of jail.

"Fly—Airplane Bro, long time no see!"

In a tea room within the mahjong parlor, the advisor, Su, stammered a greeting to the plane while extending his right hand.

"Nice to meet you!"

He shook hands with Master Su, lowered the plane, and then couldn't help but ask.

"Master Su, I'm curious, you're a stutterer, why did you choose to become a lawyer? There are so many other things you could do."

"What the hell, you damn litigator, I'm a lawyer!"

The advisor, Su, sat down with a smile and then began to speak.

"And then there's me—I don't stutter, I just have a stammer, but when I represent people in court—when I'm handling a case, my speech is always fluent!"

The plane nodded, picked up its teacup, took a sip of water, and then spoke.

"I'm not going to waste time joking around with you. I'm sure your boss has already told you why I came to see you this time, right?"

"I've mentioned it before, he's just a corrupt cop from the chicken-killing squad, that's easy to handle!"

"Pshaw! You've got quite the nerve! Tell me, what's your plan?"

The clerk, Su, curled up a mocking smile, then straightened his posture and began to speak.

"You can't kill or beat the police, all because of the skin on their bodies!"

If you want to manipulate him, just peel off the skin off him, won't that solve the problem?

The plane frowned. "What, do you have relatives in the police department?"

"No, but if you want to—you want to skin him alive, there are many ways."

"You—you think about it, who is James? A corrupt cop kept by Tung Sing in the chicken-killing squad, how could he be a good person?"

As he spoke, Master Su held up three fingers and waved them in front of the airplane.

"Just last night, when you and your men were filming with Tung Sing Jai on Portland Street, I went there to dig up some scoops. Guess what James was doing?"

He—he called in three girls in that shady place all night, a perfect night of passion, and they partied until dawn!

The plane, its face serious, said, "So aggressive?"

"A powerful egg!"

The advisor, Su, chuckled and then said sarcastically.

"He—he's on drugs! Think about it again, a cop from the chicken-killing squad, messing around with girls and doing drugs, saying he's knowingly breaking the law is already letting him off easy!"

The plane seemed to understand what Master Su meant, scratched its chin, and finally shook its head.

"He plays around with girls without paying them, so what kind of law-breaking is that?"

Should we report him for drug use? That's even less likely. Although I haven't studied law, I know that unless you catch him in the act, he can completely deny it and claim that someone framed him!

The advisor, Su, immediately gave a knowing smile.

"Brother Airplane, since you know you're framing someone, then—that settles it, doesn't it?"

You don't understand. Hong Kong's laws may seem fair and just, but public opinion can indeed hinder judicial fairness!

James is a complete scoundrel, so we'll use his interests to create some sensational stories about him. As long as there's a public reaction, he's guaranteed to be fired.

If public opinion explodes, he'll not only be exposed, but he'll also end up in jail!

Sure enough, when it came to legal matters, the clerk Su immediately stopped stammering. No wonder he was so weak that he could act like a bull and a horse.

The plane nodded in deep agreement.

"You might as well just tell me what to do. My brain isn't as sharp as yours as yours as yours, and I'm too lazy to think about it!"

Being praised is indeed a happy thing, so Master Su sat a little closer to the plane.

He laughed and said, "Actually, solving problems doesn't necessarily require fighting and killing. The key is to expose James's true colors. The crucial direction isn't within the police force, but rather how to guide public opinion to ferment."

"Hey Airplane Bro, I—I have another question for you. When you go to buy newspapers and magazines, what kind of news do you like to read the most?"

The plane shook its head: "I don't have the habit of reading newspapers!"

The advisor, Su, was taken aback, but still managed to force a smile.

"But—any normal person who reads a newspaper likes to read the sensational news!"

The more eye-catching the news, the more newspapers and magazines like to print it, the more newspaper owners like to sell it, and the more citizens like to buy it!

It's not exactly sensational news that a police officer from a chicken-killing unit would break the law by playing with a roaming chicken.

But if a police officer in a chicken-killing squad is bisexual and engages in obscene acts, then that news is absolutely explosive!

"Get your shovel!"

The plane couldn't help but widen its eyes and look at Master Su.

This guy had such an innocent-looking face, yet the tricks he came up with were so insidious that I couldn't help but feel ashamed.

No wonder they say lawyers can kill without shedding blood; he racked his brains trying to come up with a reason for such a dirty trick!

"I understand what you mean, I'll go prepare now!"

The plane was about to take off, after all, the Chicken Killing Team was watching him 24 hours a day, and the sooner they took down James, the sooner they could recover their losses.

The advisor, Su, called him back again.

"There's no rush. Let's plan things out first."

As he spoke, Su, the advisor, reached into his pocket, took out two photos, and handed them to the plane.

When the plane took the photo, it saw that it showed a man and a woman.

The man looked tall and thin with dark skin, while the woman had a seductive look. What was most eye-catching in the photo was her pair of breasts that seemed about to burst out!

The plane couldn't help but swallow hard, and then spoke.

"Who are these two people?"

"The woman is a girl from Malan Village in Fu'an Community. She just came from Thailand last month."

The man was someone I found from Cha Kwo Ling; he was a gay guy from Southeast Asia. I—I promised to give him a sum of money and send him away from Hong Kong Island after the job was done.

Brother Xiao told me to go to Mong Kok later and find—find Wah-dee from the Fuk On Society; he'll tell us what to do!

The plane picked up the photo again and couldn't help but complain.

"The woman is from Thailand, could she be a ladyboy?"

"If only we could find a ladyboy, that would be even more sensational news, but unfortunately—we can't!"

As he spoke, Master Su stood up and gave further instructions.

"You—you go find Wah-dei later, I'll go find Hung Hing's Young Kwan and Fat Lai."

One of these two is obsessed with making explicit Category III films, while the other specializes in printing erotic magazines.

Hung Hing has been fighting with Tung Sing for territory on Portland Street. I believe they would be more than happy to leak information to either of them!

The plane nodded, gave an "OK" sign, and without saying anything more, put the photo in its pocket and turned to leave.

It feels so good to be completely taken care of and just do whatever you want!

At that moment, in a bone yard on Portland Street, James was chatting with another groom from East Star.

"That scumbag is in deep trouble this time. He's lost all his territory. When I get back from Thailand, I'm going to skin him alive!"

Hua Fu, whose face clearly indicated he was a wicked man, rubbed his breasts with one hand and immediately chimed in.

"I told you before, there's no benefit in working for this idiot! I've been around Portland Street for over a decade, and very few of those whose nicknames are 'Salty Wet' have ended up well!"

"It's salty, salty, the whole Portland Street is salty, how can that scoundrel possibly keep it in check?"

As he spoke, Hua Fu pulled his hand out, brought it to his mouth, sniffed it, chuckled lewdly, and continued his sermon.

"Give me your full support! At the very least, we must get all the girls that Wo Luen Shing took back before Uncle Ben comes back."

"That way, I can give Uncle Ben an explanation. In Portland Street, Tung Sing will naturally be in charge!"

James snorted coldly.

"Do you need to tell me? I feel sorry for those girls when I lead my men to Wo Luen Shing!"

They're all so young and tender, like they're dripping with moisture, unlike the ones in your place now, where every single one is a shrew.

"If you take them to Kowloon Tong to work as prostitutes, even older men and women will haggle over the price twice!"

Hua stopped laughing and pushed away the girl who was massaging his bones.

He tossed another cigarette to James and tentatively inquired.

"James, now the Dragon Head doesn't care about Portland Street anymore, and the Wo Shing side is putting on a tough act again."

But we can't wait to run a smutty business. Could you help me come up with a plan, using your position to temporarily transfer some staff from another establishment to help out?