Hong Kong Entertainment 1979: A Beating Up the Manager at the Start

Dao Ge always thought that Awei's job was very simple.

He suffered the same torment back then, nothing more than boiling excrement and making you feel like you were dying in a sealed space.

However, when he took action, things didn't go as he had imagined.

By this time, the people hanging around the container had all been awakened by the fumes.

They struggled, their faces covered in tears and snot.

What terrified them even more were the five large cauldrons in front of them, and the dozen or so people wearing gas masks standing in front of the cauldrons.

Looking left and right, I suddenly noticed quite a few familiar faces.

People like Li Zhang, Liu An, Kui Lao, You Zhi'an from the Xiao Zi Dui gang, and Chen Tianfang, whom Kui Lao knew, were all big shots who had good relationships with Kui Lao.

And there's a foreigner next to Chen Tianfang? Are these people really that bold? They even dare to arrest a foreigner?

When Kui Lao saw Chen Tianfang, he realized that Li Sheng had found out about his little trick.

He tried to open his mouth to explain, but found his mouth was sealed shut.

Seeing that everyone was awake, Brother Dao prepared to make his move.

Awei, standing to the side, shook his head to signal not to move, then told Awen to turn off the fire under the pot and push the pot in front of everyone.

Time ticked by, and Kui Lao was already feeling his mind was about to break down.

His eyes were so irritated by the fumes that he couldn't open them, and his snot and tears had dried up.

The others weren't feeling well either; they kept blinking and sniffling, looking just like clowns putting on a great show.

After an unknown amount of time, Awei signaled his men to measure the temperature in the pot, which was just right—not too hot to burn.

Awei nodded at Dao Ge, indicating that he could begin.

Brother Dao was still a bit confused and prepared to have his men put people down one by one and go through the process he had experienced before.

At this moment, Awei spoke up: "Three ladles each, and drink them down!"

Upon hearing this, Brother Dao stood frozen in place, as did his men, who were at a loss for what to do.

Is it enough to just make a threat? Why do you have to be serious?

Dao Ge turned around and asked cautiously, "Wei Ge, are you serious?"

Awei nodded. "I won't repeat myself."

Brother Dao gritted his teeth and gave his subordinate a wink.

But his men couldn't bring themselves to do it; they were trembling as they tried to untie the rope.

After dawdling for a while, Awei couldn't stand it anymore and gave Awen a wink.

With a wicked grin, Awen walked toward the person on the far left, followed by two helpers.

After putting the person down, tie them to a stool.

Ah Wen slowly scooped up a ladle of water boiled from canned herring and poured it down the throat of the person in front of him.

The large funnel for feeding livestock medicine is so useful—it's clean, doesn't leak, and you don't have to worry about splashing it on yourself.

One ladle, two ladles.

Before the third ladle was even served, a "burp" echoed through the container.

This sound made Brother Dao, who was standing next to him, feel nauseous.

Chen Tianfang was completely panicked. He could guess that the person in front of him was one of Li Jiangbo's men, but he did not expect Li Jiangbo to treat him in this way.

Killing someone is just a matter of beheading them; is it really necessary to torture him like this?

Afraid that the person in front of him would choke, Awen continued to pour the medicine while gently patting his back.

Then they saw the man's Adam's apple bob, exactly three scoops, no more, no less.

After finishing the feeding, Awen had his men carry the person aside, seal their mouth to prevent them from vomiting, and then move on to the next one.

Three people were drunk in total, and it was time for the security guards to finish.

This guy actually cut the rope, and as soon as he was lowered down, he knocked past the two people and ran wildly outside.

Ah Wen seized the opportunity and tripped the man with a sweeping leg kick.

Then, with his left hand grabbing Zhi'an's hair, his right hand pressing down on his mouth, he slammed his knee into Zhi'an's lower abdomen.

With one move, he was rendered powerless to retaliate, and two people came forward to restrain him.

Continue feeding!

When it was Kui Lao's turn, Awen scooped some into the pot, only to find it was empty.

"That's all?"

The underling beside him said, "Brother Wen is indeed gone. The main problem is that this stuff is hard to get. It took a lot of effort for Boss Zhao to get three boxes."

Kui Lao heard all of this, and just as he was relieved that there was nothing left to drink, he heard an unforgettable voice.

"Go and fetch two buckets of rice."

Soon, one of his men carried two buckets back and poured them directly into the large pot.

In the end, none of the people hanging from the container escaped; they all received three full ladles of liquor from Awen.

Chen Tianfang, the foreigner, and Kui Lao were in a much worse situation. While others were given canned herring, they were given real excrement.

At Awei's signal, Dao Ge and his men untied everyone.

Then came screams, and a group of people leaned against the wall of the shipping container, looking utterly hopeless, occasionally letting out a burp.

The container reeked, but the people didn't care; they all tried to vomit by gagging.

When it was almost time, Brother Dao and his men started taking photos and getting autographs from everyone.

After the process was completed, it was already 5:30 a.m.

Ah Wei weighed the things in his hands, then led his men and Brother Dao away without looking back.

The container was still a mess, and Kui Lao was leaning against the corner, panting heavily.

He really suffered a big setback today. He started working in the underworld at the age of 14 and has been in the business for decades. What kind of situation hasn't he seen?

But Li Jiangbo is truly ruthless; he keeps his word and will readily pour out three scoops of excrement.

He felt nauseous but couldn't vomit; it felt like there were some demons or monsters churning inside his stomach.

After a long while, he finally stood up unsteadily and looked around.

Then he saw Chen Tianfang, the culprit who had harmed him, leaning against a nearby wall, dry heaving.

Kui Lao's eyes instantly turned even redder than before. He now knew the consequences of offending Li Jiangbo, including nude photos, criminal records, and other things he had signed.

Li Jiangbo could have killed him eight hundred times over based on these things alone. That guy surnamed Li even dared to mess with foreigners, so what is he?

But he could never swallow this insult.

Kui Lao staggered up to Chen Tianfang and kicked him in the face.

"You fucking killed me!"

Chen Tianfang was kicked to the ground, his face covered in blood.

Kui Lao squatted down, grabbed his hair, and said viciously:

"It's all your fault! You were the one who asked me to cooperate, you were the one who came up with the idea. And now? You expect me to take the blame for you, and you're just playing dead here?"

Chen Tianfang was numb, staring blankly at Kui Lao.

Seeing Chen Tianfang like this, Kui Lao became angrier and angrier, but he no longer had the strength to fight back.

He spat at Chen Tianfang and staggered away.

A few days later, a series of pitiful howls came from a nightclub in Mong Kok.

From that day on, there was one more beggar on the streets of Mong Kok.

The beggar slumped on the side of the street, walking on his hands.

When they're hungry, they rummage through the trash can; when they're thirsty, they rummage through the trash can too.

When pedestrians crossed the street, they all detoured around them, cursing under their breath.

No one could recognize this man as Chen Tianfang, who was once incredibly successful and arrogant.

Occasionally, a henchman from the Number Gang would pass by, endure the stench, squat down, and ask, "Brother Kui..."

Upon hearing this name, Chen Tianfang instantly lunged at the short mule in front of him.

But he was no match for his opponent even before his leg was broken, let alone after his leg was broken.

This would inevitably result in a severe beating.

Since leaving that day, Kui Lao hasn't had much of a good time.

Even his once close brothers turned against him and launched an attack.

In a short time, Kui Lao's men suffered heavy losses, and their territory gradually shrank.

As for Paul Smith and Zheng Hai, they were invited for tea by the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) after returning home that day.