Chapter 83: The Disciple of the Double Flower and Red Stick

Chapter 83: The Disciple of the Double Flower and Red Stick

Chapter 83: The Disciple of the Double Flower and Red Stick

"Sergeant, don't mention the balance yet. The Hong Kong police are here." A member of the Big Circle said anxiously.

"Retreat!" Wang Zhijun took two steps back with his gun in hand, and hurried downstairs with his brothers. They came to a silver hatchback version of Audi C2, and each of them opened a door and got in.

The lines of the Audi hatchback are very beautifully designed. The four wheels left a circle of tire marks on the ground. It turned around with a very beautiful drift and stopped in front of King next to the Rolls-Royce.

"Brother, stop being stupid, get in the car!" Daquan helped his brother push open the right rear door, and waved at him from inside the car. Ah King, who was still in a daze with his gun in hand, came to his senses after hearing the call, and hurriedly got into the car, sitting directly on the legs of Chen Aiguo, who was covered in sweat.

Chen Aiguo closed the car door, moved his legs, and sat in the middle of the back seat with Ah King, not minding squeezing in. But Zhang Wansheng, who was sitting on the left side of the back seat, took Ah King's gun away, pointed the muzzle at the bottom of the car, checked for ammunition, and disassembled the shotgun into parts.

"The craftsmanship of this homemade product is too poor. Next time you have trouble, come to Chongqing Building to find me." Zhang Wansheng took out a plastic bag from his pocket, spread it out carefully, put the parts in, tied a knot, and handed it to King.

"Thank you." Ah King took the plastic bag. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which were dripping onto his legs.

Wang Zhijun was driving the car, his eyes swept towards the rearview mirror, and he joked: "Brother, take a cup to catch your sweat, there will be water for your bath tonight."

"First time doing something?"

King couldn't fake the novice look he had. Whether a person was familiar with the place and experienced could be seen from his erect movements.

"That's pretty impressive!" Wang Zhijun saw the PTU police car approaching, and he leisurely lit a cigarette, lowered the window, and then held the steering wheel with one hand, throwing the whole box of cigarettes into the back seat. The praise was not hypocritical at all, and the tone was very sincere. The comrades in the car picked up the cigarette box and skillfully distributed the cigarettes around, and the remaining half of the cigarette box disappeared naturally.

Chen Aiguo and others all nodded: "It's very good."

"If you don't vomit when you have sex with someone for the first time, you're considered a hero."

Zhang Wansheng said, "Besides, you are alone. Going to the battlefield alone is different from going to the battlefield with a squad or a platoon."

"Will I get a promotion when I go back this time?"

Chen Aiguo said with interest: "I heard that you Hong Kong Island gangsters can get promoted if you kill important people for the company. The dance king seems to have a large territory in Prince Edward Road. You have made a great contribution. Have you been commended?"

They didn't mind at all that King had snatched the head of the Dance King, even though that meant the final payment that had been agreed upon would be gone. But in war, they were all comrades-in-arms, and the first goal was to complete the mission, and everything else was just details.

Ah King shook his head and said tactfully, "There are still several big guys in the hall who haven't taken up their posts yet, how could it be my turn?"

Chen Aiguo was surprised: "Then we have to share the money!"

"Your shot is worth $250,000. If you take less, don't blame me for not informing you."

Ah King smiled bitterly and said, "It's my duty to work for the society. I can't charge you for it."

"Pounce on your mother, how much allowance do you earn a month!"

"So considerate of the community."

Chen Aiguo cursed: "You don't want real gold and silver, what's the point of talking about loyalty? Guan Erye is here to worship, not to learn from. Be careful or you will regret it in the future!"

Ah King fell into deep thought and thought it made sense. After thinking it over for more than ten seconds, he said aloud, "I manage the theater on Nathan Road. I sell scalper tickets for a month, deduct the scalper's share and give it to the society."

"I can barely make 13,000 yuan a month. I heard that I can make twice as much if there are big-ticket theaters, but I haven't encountered that yet."

The car suddenly fell silent.

"Thirteen thousand Hong Kong dollars a month can buy a building in Dongguan," Zhang Wansheng muttered to himself, seeming a little shocked.

Although they can earn tens of thousands of yuan for each order, they are working hard and risking their lives, so they may not be able to get one order in a month.

In the end, no one sits and collects money, and makes a lot of money every day. This is loyalty!
"In fact, sometimes it is good to think more about the organization and do things for the company," said Chen Aiguo.

"Um, ah.ah! Brother King, right!"

"Is your company still hiring?"

Zhang Wansheng patted his chest and said righteously: "I worship Guan Gong every year, and burn incense during the parade. I am very good at throwing the holy grail."

"I can risk my life for the community, just for..."

Wang Zhijun couldn't bear to listen any more, so he coughed twice and said while blowing cigarette smoke, "You idiot! Have some backbone. We are already members of the Big Circle Gang, how can we think of switching to another gang?"

Zhang Wansheng grinned and said, "The province and Hong Kong are one family, and we have not separated for fifty years."

"It's not like I've changed gears without burning incense!"

The Daquan Gang was not a group of Hongmen disciples, but because the Hongmen in the province had already moved away, the rest were cleaned out during the nationwide crackdown on bandits.

The Big Circle Gangs that came to Hong Kong to make a living had a different personnel composition from the early Hongmen, so they formed their own faction and no longer adopted the traditional Hongmen system.

Without the mysticism and feudal system of exploitation, it is more like a "production team in Hong Kong" where everyone eats from the same pot and passes on knowledge and skills.

Although there are leading positions in actual production, everyone is equal in name and the concept is not so feudal.

If they really want to change jobs, they just need to say hello to the "Killer Da" who brought them to Hong Kong Island.

Wang Zhijun still wanted to save face, so he scolded Zhang Wansheng, "You are useless."

Driving to the entrance of Chaoyi Restaurant in Causeway Bay, before Ah King got out of the car, Wang Zhijun handed Ah King a note with a pager number on it: "Little King, if you have any problems in the future, just call me directly. Let's get rich together!"

"Get rich!" Ah King put away the note, talked on the phone with a smile on his face, then got out of the car and walked into the door of the restaurant. He hurriedly recited the heroic poem that he had been taught when he entered the restaurant, and asked to see Grandpa right away.

Upon hearing this, the gatekeeper disciple Apo did not dare to neglect him. He clasped his hands together, with his thumbs pointing upwards, and solemnly opened the door, saying, "So you are the brothers from the Mong Kok Hall Shuanghua Honggun Shenxiantang. Please come in!"

"Grandpa and the uncles are drinking tea upstairs."

Ah King returned the greeting with a fist, placed the plastic bag on the counter, opened his mouth and arms and let his fellow disciples search him. After making sure that he was clean, he stepped over the threshold and entered Chaoyi Restaurant.

In the lobby on the first floor, there were two tables of club brothers wearing black cotton-padded shorts with white sweatshirts underneath. When they saw him come in, they all glanced at him and nodded slightly.

This was King's first time walking into the community and meeting Grandpa. The guys who were playing cards saw him looking around and knew he was a newcomer. They smiled and said, "See Grandpa, take the stairs on the left."

"Thank you brother!"

Wang Zhijun watched King enter the restaurant, then stepped on the accelerator and drove away. He had seen many gangsters and was experienced in this matter.

A small-time boss could get more than 10,000 yuan every month. Shenxiantang is really a big tap, and there will be a lot of business in the future.

Today, collecting less final payment may not be a bad thing.

"Grandpa!"

"Jing Zhongyi, a disciple of Mong Kok Hall, and a student of the Double Flower Red Stick Shenxian Tang, King, wants to see you!" He was blocked by two people at the stairs. He clasped his hands together again and announced his name in a loud and powerful voice.

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(End of this chapter)