LRAB Chapter 49 Cao Dahua: "The number is for getting things done. Those who have nothing to do with
Chapter 49 Cao Dahua: "The number is for getting things done. Those who have nothing to do with
The next day.
Temple Street, the territory of tobacco shovels.
Three o'clock in the morning.
The night session is about to end.
In front of the shop, the parking attendant of Chang Le Society yawned.
suddenly.
Four bread trucks were parked in front of Chang Le She's own shop.
With a whoosh, the van door was pulled open.
Forty or fifty people filed out, most of them carrying machetes, and a few carrying batons.
These people had a red cloth strip tied around their arms.
"The number is for getting things done; irrelevant people should stay away."
"Kill those bastards from the Chang Le Society!"
Cao Dahua, who was driving, began his announcement.
In front of the shops.
The yawning henchmen of the Chang Le Society changed their expressions drastically, snapping out of their panic and grabbing machetes and steel pipes to fight back.
Ah-Ji and Ah-Wu each led a team, rushing towards the Chang Le Society underlings on both sides of the street.
Both of them are capable of taking on dozens of opponents.
Ah-Ji is holding a baton, while Ah-Wu is holding two short knives.
A-Wu's men were more experienced and cooperative, and their progress was significantly faster than A-Ji's.
When Aji saw this, he realized it was serious; the man's competitive spirit had kicked in, and he only wanted to win.
Without thinking twice, he charged into the crowd of the Chang Le Society and began to beat them with his stick.
They routed the main force of the Chang Le Society.
Before Gao Qiang set off, in order to boost his enthusiasm, he set out a reward:
"Sweep up that side first and reserve it. Each person will receive an extra 200, and the leader will receive an extra 2,000."
Since it's Ah Le's money anyway, he doesn't feel bad about spending it.
A-Wu thought victory was assured and glanced at the other side.
The blond guy on the other side took on a whole group by himself and overtook him.
"Damn it, it's just two thousand dollars, why are you working so hard?"
He muttered something to himself and followed Ah Ji's lead in the charge.
I can earn an extra two thousand in half an hour, which is more than I could earn as a prostitute!
Sitting in his mobile office, Gao Qiang watched as the progress bars on both sides suddenly accelerated.
He knew his financial power was at work.
Money gives heroes courage; without money, what's the point of talking?
"Drop your weapon, cover your head and lie down so you won't get slashed."
"Tell Fei Hong that this is a personal feud between Gao Qiang and Yan Chan Le."
"If he doesn't hand over the cigarette butt, he can forget about getting back to the place."
The car drove slowly along Temple Street, with Cao Dahua's loudspeaker continuously broadcasting Gao Qiang's words.
Ten minutes later.
Gao Qiang successfully took over the territory of Yanchanle.
Although it is not large in area, it only covers the section from Zhongfang Street to Yongxingli Street.
Sweep the area.
They usually only attack the underlings of the opponent; they only raid the opponent's own establishment.
The gangsters were in it for money, not terrorists who came to cause destruction.
If you smash up someone's shop without even knowing what happened, do you think they'll let you keep their space?
But if it's the gang's own territory, they're not afraid, since they won't call the police anyway.
The gangsters called the police?
Damn, what a joke! Your competitors will laugh you to death.
……
The second floor of a nightclub.
With slightly trembling hands, Yan Chanle took out his phone and called Fei Hong:
"Brother Fei Hong, Gao Qiang and his gang from the Number Gang have wrecked our place. One or two hundred of our brothers have been injured."
"What?"
Fei Hong, who was playing mahjong on the other end of the phone, was taken aback and confirmed:
"Are you sure it was Gao Qiang who brought them?"
"Sure."
With a flustered expression, Yan Chanle said:
"I not only saw it, but I also heard them broadcasting through loudspeakers, telling Fei Hong..."
He repeated what was said over the loudspeaker.
"Cicada."
Fei Hong hung up the phone, his brows furrowed, and then called A Le:
"Ah Le, do you want to start a war?"
He practically roared those words out.
So many underlings were injured; even if they were all taken to a traditional Chinese medicine clinic for bone-setting, it would still cost a lot of money.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then someone slowly spoke:
"Is that Fei Hong? What's up so late at night?"
"Playing dumb, huh? Gao Qiang and his men ransacked our place. How are we going to settle this score?"
"I didn't know, it's none of my business."
"None of your business?"
"Gao Qiang is your godson, who in all of Tsim Sha Tsui doesn't know that?"
"He's my godson, but he doesn't listen to me anymore."
"Is he operating under the guise of Wo Shing Shing?"
There was a moment of silence on the phone.
It seems that the cigarette shovel didn't mention the name "He Lian Sheng," but rather the "Number Gang."
"Gao Qiang did it with the people from the Number Gang!" Fei Hong said.
Ah Lok countered, "The number was obtained by the gang, what does it have to do with me and Luen Shing?"
Fei Hong was speechless for a moment, and unable to win the argument, he resorted to threats:
"If you don't give me an explanation for this, then I'll go and talk to Uncle Deng and Brother Long."
Ah Le doesn't care:
"Great! I was just about to tell Uncle Deng about moving Gao Qiang out of the seabed."
"He had already harbored disloyal intentions."
"Now he won't listen to anything I say. He's determined to get revenge on Yanchanle, and there's nothing I can do."
When Fei Hong heard what Ah Le said, he felt like a mute eating bitter melon, unable to express his suffering.
Last night's negotiations left the Wo Shing Wo people with no way to retaliate.
Ah Le retaliated by hitting him.
Fei Hong gritted his teeth and said:
"So, if I kill him, you won't interfere, right?"
"As you said yourself, this is a personal feud between Gao Qiang and Yan Chanle, so naturally I won't interfere."
Ah Le said it lightly.
"Hmph, just you wait, don't come begging me then."
Fei Hong made a harsh statement and then hung up the phone.
A wicked smile crept across Ah Le's lips as he hung up the phone; he couldn't wait for Fei Hong to make a move against Gao Qiang.
"Hmph, what a talent."
Ah Le snorted coldly, muttering to himself in amazement at the high level of efficiency.
The matter was brought up just the day before yesterday, and we've already started working on it today. And it's already showing results.
Ah Le's feelings for Gao Qiang are contradictory and complicated.
Gao Qiang is capable, and A Le wants to use him, but he is afraid that he will not be able to control him.
……
Meanwhile, Fei Hong called Dog Brother again:
"Ah Gou, you must find me the toughest brother, you must take him down, and you must do it as soon as possible."
"I'll add another 100,000, making it 300,000!"
Despite being woken up, Ah Gou answered the phone. Putting customers first is the reason his business keeps flowing in.
"Don't worry about it."
"The brothers who took action this time killed a whole platoon of people on the battlefield."
Ah Gou on the other end of the phone assured him.
"When will we make our move?" Fei Hong asked.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then a slow, deliberate voice said:
"As soon as possible."
He wouldn't expose this information to his investors, as it would make him vulnerable to being double-crossed.
Fei Hong felt more at ease after arranging everything.
He was glad he had expected it; Gao Qiang was no pushover.
Now that he's gone, Ah Le has nothing to say.
After all, he agreed that this was a personal matter, so let's see who sticks their tongue the longest.
After hanging up the phone, Dog Brother, holding Gao Qiang's photo and detailed information, dragged the sleeping Xiao Fu to the rooftop.
"Xiao Fu, this is the target of this operation. We must take him out. Thirty thousand yuan commission."
As he spoke, Dog handed the photos and documents to Xiao Fu.
Xiao Fu accepted it with a troubled expression; he didn't want to kill innocent people.
When he saw Gao Qiang's photo, his breathing became rapid.
He rubbed his tired eyes and looked at the photo again.
I'm certain this is the boss who asked him to do the work this morning.
Should I earn 3 or 10?
Without the slightest hesitation, he knew he wanted them all.
He came all the way to Hong Kong Island just to make money.
Do you know this person?
Seeing that his reaction was off, Dog Brother looked Xiao Fu up and down with a questioning gaze.