Chapter 141 Street Sweeping
Chapter 141 Street Sweeping
That night, Jordan District, Saigon Street.
Ah King came to the entrance of Qunle Seafood Restaurant in a van, pulled out a machete from his waist, opened the door and rushed out.
At the same time, a total of eight vans and six Crown cars stopped on the street. The brothers opened the doors of the cars one after another, got out of the cars with machetes and iron bars, and followed the boss into the seafood restaurant.
It was just past nine o'clock in the evening and the seafood restaurant had already closed.
Several waiters were arranging tables and chairs when they suddenly saw more than thirty armed, ferocious-looking thugs rushing in. They screamed and ran away in panic.
Ah King picked up a chair and smashed it at a TV in the hall.
"boom."
The valuable cable TV was broken into pieces.
He did not make things difficult for the waiter, but simply overturned the table and shouted arrogantly, "Smash their store!"
Five gangsters appeared at the second staircase holding kitchen knives, looking extremely angry.
The middle-aged man who led the group shouted, "Who are you to start a war with our group without even saying hello? You have no rules!"
Ah King pointed a knife at him and said, "Useless guy, I am a disciple of Zhongyi Hall, a disciple of Shenxiantang, and I am Ah King from Taizidao. You want to say hello, right? I specially brought my brothers up from Taizidao to say hello to you."
"Brothers, treat him well!"
At King's command, more than 30 brothers of Taizidao responded in unison and rushed upstairs with weapons in hand.
The faces of the lads suddenly changed, and they quickly overturned the tables and chairs to block the road.
Finally, seeing that there was no way to escape, he jumped from the second floor, with bruises all over his body, and ran away limping.
Nathan Road, Bowring Street.
Ashin hung an iron hook on the rolling door, held a cigarette in his mouth, and gestured to his brother who was driving in front.
Woo, woo!
There was a sound of an engine, and the tires of a Toyota car in the middle of the road started to smoke from the friction, and it tore the rolling door open.
"boom!"
There was a crisp sound from the iron sheet and the door was pried open.
In an underground gambling den, twelve panic-stricken gangsters armed with machetes were lined up in a row, nervously confronting more than forty loyal knifemen on the street.
The guests held their stakes and hid under the gambling table, praying in their hearts: "Please don't let innocent people get hurt. Please don't let innocent people get hurt."
Ah Xin whistled and stared at the group of hooligans as if he was staring at tasty prey, his voice brimming with confidence: "This is our first battle after joining Brother Tang. Let's show our bravery!"
"Cut the tendons of all their hands and feet, don't let any one go."
More than 40 knifemen from the Dong'an Society raised their knives and said, "Kill!"
The cold wind, carrying with it a murderous intent, blew into the uncovered gambling den. The twelve gang members were shivering all over, not knowing whether they were cold or scared.
Shing Tak Street, Bai'an Building.
Feiying had a silver chain around his neck, his hair was dyed silver-gray and combed back, and he was holding a dagger in his hand. He walked into the corridor on the sixth floor with more than thirty loyal swordsmen.
Above the aisle, a row of yellow light bulbs flickered, and the crackling sound of electricity echoed in the ears.
Under the third lamp, there was a round stool, on which sat a thin man wearing a blue and white striped sportswear.
The sixth to eighth floors of this building are all stables for He Qun Le. There are usually more than seventy ladies working there. It is the largest place for He Qun Le in Kowloon.
More than twenty gang members who received the news rushed out from the corridor at the other end with weapons in hand.
The man in sportswear sat between the two groups of people and slowly stood up. He picked up the folding stool under his buttocks, held a cigarette in his mouth, and said, "My boss is having sex with a woman in there. If anyone disturbs my boss, I will hit him with the stool!"
The thug who led the group was called A Lai, who was a little famous on Nathan Road. He held up a machete and said in a mocking tone, "I was wondering who it was, Lao Quan's lost dog Feiying." "Last time, when we were fighting for land, we burned down the house of a Kowloon district councilor and broke two ribs for the boss. Your wife told me last night that you've been hanging out with Lao Zhong's Shen Xian Tang recently?"
"He picked that star. He was like a dog and didn't even choose a moral master. He didn't even say hello and just swept the field."
"Tomorrow we will pay back double the amount!"
Feiying became even angrier when he heard Ah Lai's yelling and cursing. No one told him that the house was where the mistress of a Kowloon district councillor lived!
When the boss Ali asked him to do something, he just kept silent!
The territory belongs to the society, and he has to take responsibility if anything goes wrong, and pick that star. Now he comes to hang out with Brother Tang.
"Qunle is Qunle, a rubbish society. They even use the Hutchison signboard to bluff people. Do you think Zhongyitang is a small-time gang like Dong'an? The rules of the underworld are that waving a flag is equivalent to planting a flag, and the flag must not fall down for seven days."
"I'm here to fight you, you asked for it, what a joke, go ahead, chop him down!"
The fighters who came with Feiying to perform meritorious service roared and went into the corridor to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the group of happy guys.
The walls of the corridor were immediately splashed with blood and screams were heard one after another, but the fierce shouts and screams soon drowned out the wails.
After all, Feiying was Lao Quan's former red stick, a famous gold medal fighter in Kowloon. His dagger was extremely sharp and he quickly pierced Alai's chest.
"Got you!"
The middle-aged man in a blue and white striped sportswear lifted the stool above his head and covered his forehead with it. He knelt down at the door of the gun room, holding a cigarette in his mouth and said, "You guys are sensible and didn't disturb my mood."
Jimmy Lai led his men to the Bai'an Building in a hurry, ordered the men to block the intersection, and pulled out his gun with a nervous expression.
Lin Guoguang followed him closely and asked, "Ahtou, today Shenxiantang took the initiative to attack Hequnle's place. It's a bit abnormal!"
Jimmy Lai hung up his ID and led the action team to the stairs. He leaned against the wall and asked, "What is abnormal and what is normal?"
Lin Guoguang said: "Shen Xian Tang is a self-proclaimed gangster who likes to eat brains and has never started a war in the underworld."
Jimmy Lai glanced at him and said, "Shen Xian Tang used to be a henchman with dozens of gangsters, but now he is the boss of Mong Kok. His way of doing things has changed. There are people fighting upstairs, go ahead!"
Lin Guoguang nodded heavily and led several men wearing bulletproof vests to rush forward.
The hall is full of dirt.
He put a stack of Hong Kong dollars into the money counting machine with his left hand, listened to the crisp sound of the machine counting money, and said with a happy expression: "Boss, we will save hundreds of thousands of dollars by fighting tonight."
"If we keep fighting like this every day, our gang won't make any money."
Yin Zhaotang adjusted the collar of his suit and said with great dignity: "A newly recruited idiot, if he doesn't shed some blood for the gang, he is not considered a true member of our gang."
"Use blood to promote unity!"
Zuoshou said thoughtfully, "Only after you get the appearance fee and medicine fee from the hall will you be loyal to the hall, right?"
"Zhong You, I want to help the society find a way to make money and make up for the loss of Ah Xiong and his followers. In the future, Grandpa will give us all the support to find a legitimate business, but we can't be soft when it comes to finding a way to make money. We need to be tough and show our momentum."
Yin Zhaotang was puffing out cigar smoke, standing behind the table, turning his boss chair, and telling the whole plan: "Otherwise I'm afraid that Grandpa won't be able to get rid of those people, and it will affect our business and ruin it."
"Those people are not easy to deal with. They will only leave if they see that you are tougher than them."
Zuoshou and Ale and the others heard about the agreement between the boss and grandpa for the first time, but they had all tasted the sweetness of doing the right thing, so they naturally understood the boss's good intentions.
"Pick that star, Brother Xiong turned out to be a rickshaw driver!"
"Brother Zong is responsible for dismantling the goods, right?"
The brothers all looked unhappy, and Dan Tart even complained that the boss didn't explain things to them earlier.
(End of this chapter)