Chapter 117: Rise and Destiny

Chapter 117: Rise and Destiny

Chapter 117: Rise and Destiny

"Fuck them! Lao Zhong's men are taking action. Smash them to death!"

"Pick up, copy things, hurry up, fuck it." A one-eared thug picked up the broken bricks used by street shops to set up stalls, took a few steps, and threw the bricks at Lao Zhong's men while cursing.

The thugs were in chaos, searching everywhere for weapons that could be thrown, including broken stones and bricks, soda and beer, clothes hangers, shoes and socks and other sundries.

Lao Zhong's men plundered Emperor Road and gave back all kinds of gifts, even wrenches, which directly smashed the head of a one-eared guy.

All kinds of objects flew in the air, and shops and residents on both sides suffered. Many windows were blown out, and shops were looted. Residents in the building were panicked, and shops on the entire street had no business.

The anti-explosion team held up their shields, and in groups of five, they half-crouched on the ground to form a tortoise shell formation. They stood firmly on the cordon, and from time to time, some officers were hit and screamed, but the entire line remained motionless, separating the people from the two gangs.

The PTU members have retreated back to the assault vehicle and sat down. Everyone sits upright in their seats, wearing helmets and holding weapons.

The sound of falling objects continued to be heard, and the windshield of the assault vehicle had exploded. The police officers sitting in the car all had serious and nervous expressions.

The situation is serious and the scene is chaotic. It would not be surprising if some gangsters rushed up and overturned the police car.

Chief Inspector Ho Chin-pang and two sergeants braved the arrows and carried the heavy pressure to secure the cordon. They shouted with a loud speaker, "Don't move, don't move again, Dao Zai Ming, do you want to die?"

"return to!"

"Be careful my gun goes off."

When Dao Zaiming saw He Sir taking off the safety of the quick-firing rifle hanging on his body, he retracted his steps that were about to cross the finish line, opened his arms, and slowly retreated with his brothers.

Based on his understanding of Sir He's character, it is possible that the gun could have accidentally gone off.

A policeman who can subdue gangsters must have some combat experience.

This is not the first time that He Sir's gun has accidentally discharged.
A police sergeant saw the debris flying and quickly raised his bulletproof shield and shouted, "Sir He, be careful!"

Bang.

The shield was hit by the broken stones, leaving a white spot. Then a glass bottle broke the sheriff's head. He Zhanpeng's resolute face showed impatience, and he asked angrily: "Does the headquarters have any orders?"

"Sir He, not yet!"

Fat Cat offered a cup of hot tea to Chao Ajiu who was sitting at the tea table, and said politely, "Uncle Jiu, this is the Pu'er tea sent from Yunnan. Try it."

"Yunnan tea, it's so rare!"

Chao Ajiu picked up the blue and white teacup, opened the lid, smelled the fragrance, and said with satisfaction: "Maozai, Chaoyi Restaurant's dishes are good, the taste is good, and the tea and snacks are also very good."

"You run this restaurant very well. I really like it and I'm not kidding when I say I want to buy it."

After seeing off the four leaders, they had a meal at a restaurant.

Uncle Gensheng was the chef, and Fat Cat was eating and drinking with them. Now that they were full, they sat down to drink tea and chat. Outside, thousands of people were sunning their horses and fighting in the streets, but it seemed that they had nothing to do with the people in the attic.

Uncle Jiu's eldest disciple Gao Hai sat on the side, eating egg tarts, and agreed with a smile: "Yes, Uncle Mao, we are all family, why do we need so many signs?"

"A signboard of the Chaoshan Gang is enough."

Fat Cat remained calm and replied with a smile: "I don't always want to play with a single color. I will win more easily if I play more poker."

"Ahai, learn more from your brother Mao. Brother Mao is very good at playing cards. He wins little and loses a lot, but when you calculate it all, he's always making money." A smile appeared on Chao Ajiu's wrinkled face.

Fat Cat said sincerely: "Some people play cards for entertainment, some people play cards for gambling, I play cards to do business, it's different." Gao Hai replied casually: "Brother Cat, even playing cards is doing business, then life is boring."

Chao Ajiu had already seen through Fat Cat's plan and asked, "Mao Zai, are you a good enough person?"

"That's enough."

Fat Cat was full of confidence: "It's just showing off. There are not more fighters than Dan'er, and aren't there enough blue lanterns? Besides, Uncle Jiu is here to help and ask other Chaozhou gangs to help. Now it's not Lao Zhong fighting against the Big Four alone, it's the Chaoshan gang fighting against Dan'er."

Chao Ajiu laughed and said, "There are not many members of the Chaozhou Gang anymore. There are only about one or two thousand people who can come."

"it is okay."

"Although we, Jing Zhongyi, haven't had time to open the gates yet, and there are still more than 400 people on the underwater roster, there are many more bad boys who are living under my old Zhong."

"There must be more than 3,000 people," Fat Cat replied.

Gao Hai looked surprised.

"so much?"

A club with more than 3,000 blue lanterns could never be called a sunset club. According to his understanding, Lao Zhong had only more than 1,000 people at most.

Fat Cat smiled and said, "Where there is water, there are people; where there is money, there are brothers."

"Half a year ago, a scoundrel in the company started a magazine and attracted many customers who were looking for pleasure. Later, the business grew bigger and bigger, and several gangs followed to share in the profits."

"The stable business is good, so the ladies are happy to come. We have to hire a few younger brothers to look after the stable and a few grooms to look after the ladies. Each branch has about a hundred people, so three branches have three hundred people. What's more, the company has just opened a branch in Mong Kok, and there are more than two hundred brothers in the branch who call to bring in customers."

Gao Hai suddenly realized, "With more people, the other businesses of the hall can also be developed. The more famous the sign is, the bigger the appetite will be."

When a popular society is gaining momentum, it is easy for it to snowball in terms of numbers. With more and more members, it becomes stronger and begins to expand outward. Until one day, it makes a political mistake or there is internal unrest, and it goes downhill again, and its initial glory fades away bit by bit.

What's more, Jing Zhongyi also has a sneaker factory, and there are even more people following him to beg for food.

The factory staff are laborers, but many of them, in order to get along and have more face, will take the initiative to become the blue lanterns of loyalty. The bad guys in the housing estates near the factory will also keep getting closer to Lao Zhong.

It is easy for a society to decline from prosperity, but it is difficult to return from decline to prosperity. Jing Zhongyi started out in a legitimate way, which is very special, resulting in the fact that there are always gangsters stepping in.

On the surface, it seems like a fight between the gangsters, but in fact, the essence is the constant expansion of Jing Zhongyi. If you want to eat more and take more, you need to have a strong fist, strong firepower, and enough brothers.

Fat Cat chuckled and said, "Just kidding, maybe even Atang doesn't know how many Blue Lanterns he has who are following him around to get water and throw food."

Chao Ajiu looked appreciative: "So, our Chaoshan Gang has produced another talent?"

Gao Hai was listening from the side, knowing that as long as Jing Zhongyi could withstand the pressure, Lian Gongle, as the troublemaker, would have already lost.

Because the top police officers cannot sit idly by and do nothing. If they cannot subdue Jing Zhongyi in a short period of time, then the horse show will be a failure. When the police force starts to fall and the Hong Kong government begins to settle accounts, Luen Kung Lok, who is in the wrong, will have to bear the consequences.

But to win big with a small investment, there is a prerequisite, that is, the unity of the people who respect loyalty and righteousness. Otherwise, if you claim to have tens of thousands of followers, but only have a few hundred big fish and small shrimps when you show off your horses, you will be laughed at.

Kung Fu is seen in the details, and thunder is heard in the silence!
Without the previous step-by-step countermeasures, how could we set up the dragon-slaying plan, tighten the noose step by step, and surround and kill the big dragon Lian Gongle?
However, the entire layout process went much more smoothly than Fat Cat had imagined, and there were almost no major obstacles. He felt like his wish had come true and that good luck had been bestowed on him.

It's going so smoothly that I'm just waiting for Lao Zhong's double-flowered red stick to arrive.

(End of this chapter)