Chapter 71 Hua Shu
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Chapter 71 Hua Shu
"Go out and take all the injured brothers outside to Uncle Nine's clinic. We'll talk about it after tonight!"
Walking into the meeting room with a strong murderous aura, Uncle Hua glanced at the scene of the brutal fight, which was like a "Animal World", and completely ignored the trashy uncle, who was trying to challenge him with his posture. He lightly kicked the fire man, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, at the entrance.
Upon seeing Shazhu kill Huoshui in a rage, Huonan immediately pretended to be unconscious on the ground, but upon hearing the sound, he quickly got up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, saying, "Boss and Wan Shu are both dead."
After speaking calmly, the fire man turned back to look at his hands covering his severed trachea. He then slowly rubbed his chest, which was kicked by Long Qi, and walked out of the gate with the occasional convulsions of the water after spitting out blood.
“唉，十几二十年的老兄弟了！老渣，你这不是逼我清理门户吗？”
等处理好被龙五等人打伤的小弟之后，这才有空跟渣叔对线的华叔一边挽起衬衫的袖口向手臂上卷，露出一双四十一二岁还能保持着体能巅峰状态下才有的钢浇铁铸般的小臂肌肉，一边面露痛心之色的看着老渣道。
"Stop pretending to be a good person, crazy dog Hua. Do I still not know what kind of person you are?"
Watching Uncle Hua who was ready to strike at any moment, Shazhi carefully took a step back and kept his distance. He knew that behind the disguise, there was no brotherly loyalty in this organization. Everyone was in it for the money."
Do you love your brother or do you love gold?
Thinking about the answer I gave to Yan Nantian over twenty years ago, as long as I get through tonight, I can wash my hands in a golden basin and withdraw from the rivers and lakes, laughed Uncle Scum.
He is stronger than Uncle Wai, so he does not want to share with Uncle Wai, and similarly, Uncle Hua is stronger than him, so Uncle Hua also will not share with him.
Tonight, only one person will be able to share the pork with Hou Wencong and Yi Sheng.
"Lao Zha, do you have any last words?" Uncle Hua, with his shirt sleeves neatly rolled up, asked the scum uncle who was about ten steps away.
"You will see the truth... you grass mud horse's epileptic dog, Hua!" The scum uncle suddenly turned pale and began to curse at Uncle Hua as if he had eaten shit.
"Clash!"
Without a word, Uncle Hua pulled out a pistol from his waist and aimed it at Sham Uncle's head, and then fired a shot. After Sham Uncle's head exploded, Uncle Hua chuckled and blew on the muzzle of the gun, then looked at the lifeless Sham Uncle with a helpless expression and said, "Thank you, goodbye!"
After the handsome and chic Hua Shu finished showing off his gun skills, he smiled and handed the gun to Long Five, saying, "Regarding this pig from the He Yi Sheng gang, no matter how I and your boss divide things up, take care of this, and I'll give you three layers from my share."
Is it about using your brain to talk in a mixed society? What's the use of just being able to fight?
From the incident of Dragon Five fighting with Fire and Water in the afternoon, three layers are enough to buy off this group of brutal people who kill without blinking an eye.
Now that we've dealt with the opponent and won over the people around Hou Wencong, it's worth spending a few million to settle everything, isn't it better than fighting to the death with Uncle Zha?
"Oh, by the way, even if it's only three stories, it still costs several million. Is Hou Wencong hosting a banquet at Fulinh tonight? Perfect, I haven't had dinner yet!" Just as he turned to leave, it seemed as if Hua Shu suddenly remembered something and turned back to instruct Long Wu and the others again.
That's right, afraid that this group of ignorant country bumpkins doesn't know how to count, Hua Shu deliberately turned back to remind them how much money is on the third floor.
Watching Hua Shu's receding figure, and then looking down at the gun in his hand, Long Wu, who inexplicably made a few million, smiled. It seems that mixing in the gang is indeed more profitable than being a hitman!
“Lao Qi, A Zha, A Sheng, A Yi, you four stay here to handle the scene. Tony, go find a small truck and bring it over. We'll drag the bodies on the ground into the sea later.” Dragon Five quickly assigned the tasks and then pointed to the He Yi Sheng sign hanging on the top of the conference room and said, “Long Jiu, take it down.”
Dealing with corpses is just a way to make some extra money, their main task is still to take down the Yisheng's sign.
Several million is a good price, but this amount of money is not enough to deceive Long Wu's eyes, he still knows what is primary and what is secondary!
Mong Kok Fook Lam Moon Restaurant
"When I, Hou Wencong, go out and mix with people, I rely on three things: being fierce, keeping my word, and having many brothers. Do you all agree with me?!!!"
As he looked at Hou Wencong, who was standing in the middle of the hall holding up a wine glass and shouting with a microphone, Big Bag, who was taking a candy heart abalone into his mouth, vaguely complained to the partridge next to him, "Brother Cong is getting drunk so quickly? Didn't he rely on luck to rise to the top when he first started out?"
"Cough cough!!"
Seated on the other side of the big bag, Blind Hui just took a sip of beer and was immediately choked by the words of the big bag. This little brother hasn't been beaten to death by Hou Wencong until now. It seems that the down-mountain tiger, the influential person in Mong Kok, is also worth following as a big shot.
"Shut up!"
With a fierce gaze, Da Bao picked up a piece of grouper and put it in Chan Ka Chun's bowl, taking care of the wounded patient while chatting with him about the recent events in Mong Kok.
Obviously, since Hou Wencong's men have started to divide and stand aside, Chen Haonan, who felt that his own group was weak, also began to gather his own little following.
"Hey, handsome Nan, let's have a drink together!" The guy at the next table came over with a bottle of beer, smiling, and bumped glasses with Chen Haonan.
With A Wu, as well as Tony and the Vietnamese gang, and Jimmy representing the local gang (including Fei Ji and the Dongguan guys), Fei Quan, who had also come out of Kwantong, began to consciously bring them all together on this Kwantong hill.
“聊什么呢？这么开心？”走到这一桌敬酒的侯文聪笑呵呵搂住飞全的肩膀道。
“没什么，大包话你出来混纯凭运气！”笑着拆了一句大包台的山鸡闻言赶紧端起桌上的酒杯起身道。
“Damn, you deadbeat, how dare you spread rumors about me everywhere. When did I ever tell you to challenge the Nine-Stripe Dragon? I'll let you taste what it feels like to be beaten like a sandbag.” Hou Wencong casually taunted the big bag and then turned to look at the small bag, saying, "How are you? Does your face still hurt? Next time, if you can't win, just run away. Why be so stubborn at such a young age? There's no need for it!"
“It's not painful, it hasn't been painful for a long time.” With a smile, he picked up his wine glass and raised it to Hou Wencong from across the table, and gulped down the orange juice in the glass with a hint of shyness.
“Alright, tonight we're all brothers, come on, let's all drink this glass together.” With a big smile, Hou Wencong also raised his wine glass and clinked it with everyone else's, and said.
After drinking his first glass of wine, Hou Wencong personally poured another glass for Mang Hui and said, "Hui, you are also considered an old-timer in Mong Kok. In the future, I will need your support for Mong Kok's affairs."
“Clever brother, you're joking! From now on, you'll be in charge of Mong Kok, and I, Blind Fai, will serve you! I may not have the final say on Portland Street, but I've made a deal with my brothers: from now on, you, Clever brother, will make the decisions for all of us.” Blind Fai finished his drink and smiled, showing the bottom of the cup.
Feeling the goodwill released by Hou Wencong, the blind Hui, who already had the intention to get close to him, hesitantly agreed. He did not compete with Hou Wencong or have the ambition to stand on his own.
Of course, the main reason why Manghui was so willing to hand over the gun was the battle between Hou Wencong and Yaoyang. Manghui was completely impressed by Hou Wencong.
"Good brother!" He laughed and patted Manghui's Hou Wencong on the shoulder, then turned to Feiquan, Chen Haonan and others and said, "Don't blame Big Brother for favoring him. Some things you have to actively strive for, understand?"
While taking care of the interests of the local factions in Mong Kok, Hou Man-chung, who only controls three stalls in the Woman Street and Sai Yeung Choi Street South, has very little turf to offer to his subordinates.
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(End of this chapter)
"Go out and take all the injured brothers outside to Uncle Nine's clinic. We'll talk about it after tonight!"
Walking into the meeting room with a strong murderous aura, Uncle Hua glanced at the scene of the brutal fight, which was like a "Animal World", and completely ignored the trashy uncle, who was trying to challenge him with his posture. He lightly kicked the fire man, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, at the entrance.
Upon seeing Shazhu kill Huoshui in a rage, Huonan immediately pretended to be unconscious on the ground, but upon hearing the sound, he quickly got up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, saying, "Boss and Wan Shu are both dead."
After speaking calmly, the fire man turned back to look at his hands covering his severed trachea. He then slowly rubbed his chest, which was kicked by Long Qi, and walked out of the gate with the occasional convulsions of the water after spitting out blood.
“唉，十几二十年的老兄弟了！老渣，你这不是逼我清理门户吗？”
等处理好被龙五等人打伤的小弟之后，这才有空跟渣叔对线的华叔一边挽起衬衫的袖口向手臂上卷，露出一双四十一二岁还能保持着体能巅峰状态下才有的钢浇铁铸般的小臂肌肉，一边面露痛心之色的看着老渣道。
"Stop pretending to be a good person, crazy dog Hua. Do I still not know what kind of person you are?"
Watching Uncle Hua who was ready to strike at any moment, Shazhi carefully took a step back and kept his distance. He knew that behind the disguise, there was no brotherly loyalty in this organization. Everyone was in it for the money."
Do you love your brother or do you love gold?
Thinking about the answer I gave to Yan Nantian over twenty years ago, as long as I get through tonight, I can wash my hands in a golden basin and withdraw from the rivers and lakes, laughed Uncle Scum.
He is stronger than Uncle Wai, so he does not want to share with Uncle Wai, and similarly, Uncle Hua is stronger than him, so Uncle Hua also will not share with him.
Tonight, only one person will be able to share the pork with Hou Wencong and Yi Sheng.
"Lao Zha, do you have any last words?" Uncle Hua, with his shirt sleeves neatly rolled up, asked the scum uncle who was about ten steps away.
"You will see the truth... you grass mud horse's epileptic dog, Hua!" The scum uncle suddenly turned pale and began to curse at Uncle Hua as if he had eaten shit.
"Clash!"
Without a word, Uncle Hua pulled out a pistol from his waist and aimed it at Sham Uncle's head, and then fired a shot. After Sham Uncle's head exploded, Uncle Hua chuckled and blew on the muzzle of the gun, then looked at the lifeless Sham Uncle with a helpless expression and said, "Thank you, goodbye!"
After the handsome and chic Hua Shu finished showing off his gun skills, he smiled and handed the gun to Long Five, saying, "Regarding this pig from the He Yi Sheng gang, no matter how I and your boss divide things up, take care of this, and I'll give you three layers from my share."
Is it about using your brain to talk in a mixed society? What's the use of just being able to fight?
From the incident of Dragon Five fighting with Fire and Water in the afternoon, three layers are enough to buy off this group of brutal people who kill without blinking an eye.
Now that we've dealt with the opponent and won over the people around Hou Wencong, it's worth spending a few million to settle everything, isn't it better than fighting to the death with Uncle Zha?
"Oh, by the way, even if it's only three stories, it still costs several million. Is Hou Wencong hosting a banquet at Fulinh tonight? Perfect, I haven't had dinner yet!" Just as he turned to leave, it seemed as if Hua Shu suddenly remembered something and turned back to instruct Long Wu and the others again.
That's right, afraid that this group of ignorant country bumpkins doesn't know how to count, Hua Shu deliberately turned back to remind them how much money is on the third floor.
Watching Hua Shu's receding figure, and then looking down at the gun in his hand, Long Wu, who inexplicably made a few million, smiled. It seems that mixing in the gang is indeed more profitable than being a hitman!
“Lao Qi, A Zha, A Sheng, A Yi, you four stay here to handle the scene. Tony, go find a small truck and bring it over. We'll drag the bodies on the ground into the sea later.” Dragon Five quickly assigned the tasks and then pointed to the He Yi Sheng sign hanging on the top of the conference room and said, “Long Jiu, take it down.”
Dealing with corpses is just a way to make some extra money, their main task is still to take down the Yisheng's sign.
Several million is a good price, but this amount of money is not enough to deceive Long Wu's eyes, he still knows what is primary and what is secondary!
Mong Kok Fook Lam Moon Restaurant
"When I, Hou Wencong, go out and mix with people, I rely on three things: being fierce, keeping my word, and having many brothers. Do you all agree with me?!!!"
As he looked at Hou Wencong, who was standing in the middle of the hall holding up a wine glass and shouting with a microphone, Big Bag, who was taking a candy heart abalone into his mouth, vaguely complained to the partridge next to him, "Brother Cong is getting drunk so quickly? Didn't he rely on luck to rise to the top when he first started out?"
"Cough cough!!"
Seated on the other side of the big bag, Blind Hui just took a sip of beer and was immediately choked by the words of the big bag. This little brother hasn't been beaten to death by Hou Wencong until now. It seems that the down-mountain tiger, the influential person in Mong Kok, is also worth following as a big shot.
"Shut up!"
With a fierce gaze, Da Bao picked up a piece of grouper and put it in Chan Ka Chun's bowl, taking care of the wounded patient while chatting with him about the recent events in Mong Kok.
Obviously, since Hou Wencong's men have started to divide and stand aside, Chen Haonan, who felt that his own group was weak, also began to gather his own little following.
"Hey, handsome Nan, let's have a drink together!" The guy at the next table came over with a bottle of beer, smiling, and bumped glasses with Chen Haonan.
With A Wu, as well as Tony and the Vietnamese gang, and Jimmy representing the local gang (including Fei Ji and the Dongguan guys), Fei Quan, who had also come out of Kwantong, began to consciously bring them all together on this Kwantong hill.
“聊什么呢？这么开心？”走到这一桌敬酒的侯文聪笑呵呵搂住飞全的肩膀道。
“没什么，大包话你出来混纯凭运气！”笑着拆了一句大包台的山鸡闻言赶紧端起桌上的酒杯起身道。
“Damn, you deadbeat, how dare you spread rumors about me everywhere. When did I ever tell you to challenge the Nine-Stripe Dragon? I'll let you taste what it feels like to be beaten like a sandbag.” Hou Wencong casually taunted the big bag and then turned to look at the small bag, saying, "How are you? Does your face still hurt? Next time, if you can't win, just run away. Why be so stubborn at such a young age? There's no need for it!"
“It's not painful, it hasn't been painful for a long time.” With a smile, he picked up his wine glass and raised it to Hou Wencong from across the table, and gulped down the orange juice in the glass with a hint of shyness.
“Alright, tonight we're all brothers, come on, let's all drink this glass together.” With a big smile, Hou Wencong also raised his wine glass and clinked it with everyone else's, and said.
After drinking his first glass of wine, Hou Wencong personally poured another glass for Mang Hui and said, "Hui, you are also considered an old-timer in Mong Kok. In the future, I will need your support for Mong Kok's affairs."
“Clever brother, you're joking! From now on, you'll be in charge of Mong Kok, and I, Blind Fai, will serve you! I may not have the final say on Portland Street, but I've made a deal with my brothers: from now on, you, Clever brother, will make the decisions for all of us.” Blind Fai finished his drink and smiled, showing the bottom of the cup.
Feeling the goodwill released by Hou Wencong, the blind Hui, who already had the intention to get close to him, hesitantly agreed. He did not compete with Hou Wencong or have the ambition to stand on his own.
Of course, the main reason why Manghui was so willing to hand over the gun was the battle between Hou Wencong and Yaoyang. Manghui was completely impressed by Hou Wencong.
"Good brother!" He laughed and patted Manghui's Hou Wencong on the shoulder, then turned to Feiquan, Chen Haonan and others and said, "Don't blame Big Brother for favoring him. Some things you have to actively strive for, understand?"
While taking care of the interests of the local factions in Mong Kok, Hou Man-chung, who only controls three stalls in the Woman Street and Sai Yeung Choi Street South, has very little turf to offer to his subordinates.
Thank you: rfjh, former sunset tip
(End of this chapter)