Chapter 35 No signal, Brother Long "Brother Hao, this kind of thing doesn't require you to personally take action, right?" "We have so many brothers under our command, we can definitely handle it." Chen Guoqiang gently and skillfully put on a close-fitting bulletproof vest for Lin Zehao, trying to change the boss's mind. "Aqiang, although I may seem to be doing well in the club, it's no exaggeration to say that I'm walking on thin ice." "Many people would definitely not accept that I'm the leader at my age. Even if they don't say it, they definitely think so in their hearts." "Also, I am only the acting leader now. It sounds impressive, but how much power do I actually have?" Lin Zehao put his arms down, looked at himself in the mirror, and continued, "Now the size of Yau Ma Tei alone is not enough." "If we don't seize the opportunity this time and make a concerted effort, it will be hard to say what will happen in the future." "So I have to go there in person, so that if anything unexpected happens, it can be dealt with in time."
Lin Zehao knew very well that without the support of the community identity, he would not be able to continue his legitimate business. These days, having money alone is useless, it will only become an ATM for people with guns. For example, doesn’t Lao Li have to pay hundreds of millions of ransom to Zhuo Ziqiang? Nowadays, if you want to become big and powerful in Hong Kong Island, you not only need money, but also people and guns! Chen Guoqiang nodded and said, "Brother Hao, I admit that what you said makes sense, but you should not go there in person." "If anything happens, I mean if, the brothers will disperse." "Brothers won't recognize anyone except you!" Lin Zehao patted Chen Guoqiang on the shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Two years ago, the parking lot in front of the Regent Hotel in Tsuen Wan started construction." "My brothers and I were ambitious, but who knew that within ten days of opening, four of us would die." "They say life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by God, but I don't agree." Lin Zehao lit up a Marlboro, his eyes deep, "I think if you are out there in the underworld, whether you live or die is up to you to decide." "Aqiang, we have survived all the ups and downs in the past few years, so this is nothing." "Don't worry, when you go there tonight, Yau Tsim Mong will still be the same Yau Tsim Mong, and it will also have the Wo Shing Wo sign." After putting on the bulletproof vest, Chen Guoqiang helped Lin Zehao put on the armpit holster. Lin Zehao opened the drawer and took out two modified M1911s, one dark gold and one dark red. He checked them and inserted them into the holsters. Finally, put on the handmade suit and transform yourself into a gentleman. "set off!" At the same time, the venues in Yau Ma Tei had already started to drive people away. "Listen, the store is starting to take inventory now, everyone leave and come back tomorrow." "You didn't have enough fun this time. I'll bring you a fruit plate next time. Now let's go." Faced with this kind of thing, the guests were a little unhappy, but they had no choice but to do it.
What's more, as long as it's a place managed by Shenghe, the reputation has always been good, and with the promise of a free fruit plate, no one comes out to cause trouble. A similar scene was staged in various places in Yau Ma Tei. Such a big move cannot be concealed unless the opponent is a pig. At this time, some of the new spies had realized that something was wrong and quickly notified their respective bosses. Beautiful Life Nightclub. office. Feilong's expression became increasingly grim as he listened to the phone. The younger brother asked, "Brother Long, there are several calls right now, what happened?" Feilong was already in a bad mood, so he put down the phone and kicked her with a whip kick, "Go to your mother! Something is wrong, Wei Longhao must be making a move!" "Notify everyone below immediately. Everyone should be alert and report to me immediately if anything happens." "Also call Wang Jun and ask him to bring some people to support the scene and tell them that Wei Longhao called." The younger brother who was kicked got up quickly, picked up the phone, and said with a bitter face: "Brother Long, there is no signal on the phone..." "You jinx! It was fine just now, but it broke as soon as you used it." "You unlucky bastard, don't follow me anymore. I'll be killed by you sooner or later!" Feilong cursed and kicked a few more times, and stopped when he felt tired, "Why don't you get up immediately and tell Wang Jun in person!" "Are you still waiting for me to drive you there, you idiot? You're not conspicuous at all!" Wang Jun is one of the Five Tigers of Xinji. His territory is in Kowloon, closest to Feilong. Moreover, he was well-known for his ability in fighting, especially with an axe. People in the underworld call him Axe Jun. After comprehensive consideration, Feilong could only ask Wang Jun for help. The younger brother rushed out tumbling and crawling, not daring to even look at Feilong, for fear of being beaten again. I rushed out of the main gate as fast as I could, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for Kowloon. At the same time, I sighed in my heart: Oh, I guess I have to pay for the taxi fare again this time. Meanwhile, in the back alley. In contrast to the bright and bustling front entrance, the back alley of Pretty Life is pitch black and there is not even a dog. "Brother Le, it's done." The younger brother held a pair of pliers in one hand and a telephone cord in the other, speaking in an excited tone. "Okay, send a message to Brother Qiang, let's leave here now." Lin Huaile looked around and said in a low voice. Five minutes later, dozens of Toyota Hiaces stopped in front of the nightclub.
Just as the valet was about to rush forward to chase the people away, the car door opened and hundreds of people jumped out, each holding a machete and with red cloth tied around their wrists. With coordinated movements, determined eyes and fierce aura, he doesn't look like an ordinary gangster. "What are you doing? Do you know that this is Xinji's territory? You..." The valet boy pretended to be brave and went forward to ask questions, but before he could say anything, the older man with a big belly behind him covered his mouth and interrupted him. "Boss, I'm sorry, he's new here and doesn't know much, please don't bother with him." "I have some cigarettes..." Before he could finish his words, the leader just glanced at him and led his men towards the gate. Although Wuying's legs were weak, after the people walked away, he still complained stubbornly: "Brother Taibao, why did you stop me?" "This is a chance God wants to give me to make a name for myself, but now I've missed it..." Taibao took out the duster he used to wash cars, tapped Wuying on the head, and said earnestly: "I came out to make a living just to support my family!" "How much do you make a month? Why are you working so hard? Didn't you see the guards at the door? They didn't even dare to fart?" "Besides, how does Feilong treat us normally? Is it worth your life to serve us?" Taibao patted his belly, his eyes full of vicissitudes, "Wuying, you are still young, and you can't see many things clearly." "No matter how much money you make or whether you can succeed, it's secondary. Staying alive is the most important thing!" "The underworld is not what you imagine, and being a big brother is not as impressive as you think." "Look at the situation. It's unknown whether Feilong can walk out alive today." Wuying was about to retort when he saw a black Mercedes-Benz parked steadily at the door. A sturdy man in a bright red suit got out from the passenger seat and respectfully opened the back door. A man with a slicked-back hair, who looked like a big boss but youthful in appearance, walked slowly over, surrounded by a crowd of people. (End of this chapter)