Hong Kong movies: Kill the boss at the beginning and take the position for yourself!

“Oh…” Dragon Ancestor nodded and stood up.

……

As night falls, the stalls along Guantang Road begin to open for business.

The stalls sold men's clothing, handicrafts, tea sets, jade, antiques, and inexpensive electronic products.

Near the Tin Hau Temple, there are also many fortune-telling and face-reading stalls, and there are also Cantonese opera performances.

Some martial arts performers also performed and sold medicine here.

Stalls selling specialty snacks, such as seafood, clay pot rice, and various noodles.

There are several open-air food stalls where you can sit down and eat seafood, or nibble on some beef balls, fish balls, or the like.

A temple dedicated to Guandi divides a government-run pond in two.

It was relatively quiet against the south wall of the temple, with a row of fortune-telling and palm reading stalls.

The stall owners all struck a pose like fortune tellers.

Some people actually sat down to ask about their future, and several young men and women came to inquire about marriage.

To the east, a group of Cantonese opera enthusiasts play and sing, offering tourists authentic Cantonese opera performances.

Chapter Two: What goes around comes around!

Behind those food stalls, there's a bar called No Code Zone.

The bar was filled with deafening music; it was the bar's busiest time of day.

Long Zu entered a private room in the bar.

As soon as the door opened, deafening music burst out.

Under the neon lights, the aroma of various alcoholic beverages filled the private room.

"Brother Zu, please!"

One of the henchmen gestured for Long Zu to proceed.

Dragon Ancestor nodded, then saw Greyhound lying half-reclined on the sofa.

The greyhound had a cigar in its mouth.

He had one arm around a girl and the other holding a beer bottle.

"Ah Zu, come on, pick a girl!"

Greyhound took a puff of his cigar and exhaled, then said to Dragon Ancestor with a forced smile through the smoke.

Long Zu sat down on the sofa and gently pushed away a flat-chested airport dancer who approached him.

He then picked up the beer on the table, clinked it against Greyhound's beer bottle, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Boss, what's the matter?" Dragon Ancestor asked, looking at Grey Dog.

Greyhound laughed and pushed the woman next to him away.

Then he took out a wad of banknotes from his pocket, placed them in front of the Dragon Ancestor, and said:

"Ah Zu, you beat those bastards in the water room to a pulp yesterday, hahaha, I'm so happy!"

As he spoke, Greyhound stuffed the stack of Hong Kong dollars into Dragon Ancestor's hand.

“Ah Zu, don’t be shy, take the money and go buy a designer suit.”

"Work hard, Brother Kun promised to give me the goods. When we become rich, I'll give you a Rolex gold watch next time."

Upon hearing Greyhound's words, Dragon Ancestor reluctantly put away the stack of Hong Kong dollars.

At the same time, he was thinking to himself: "They're so damn stingy. They only give a few thousand dollars each time, which isn't even enough for the injured henchman's medical expenses."

Wait, is Brother Kun delivering the goods?

Is the powder gone?

Xu Hang would never do something that harms the Chinese people, and it would be easy for him to get himself into trouble.

Thinking of this, the Dragon Ancestor couldn't help but glance at the greyhound.

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However, he quickly put away his cold stare, and Greyhound didn't notice.

"Thank you, boss!"

The Dragon Ancestor put the money in his pocket, a fake smile on his face.

He picked up a beer bottle from the table and bumped it against the greyhound again.

Just then, the system notification sounded, announcing a random system task.

"To rise to power, first take down the boss and send Greyhound on his way!"

"Rewards for completing the mission: Master-level Bajiquan, and the complete loyalty of the Seven Sons of Heaven!"

After hearing the system notification, Long Zu's lips curled into an excited smile.

Of course, Long Zu was unwilling to be a subordinate of Greyhound, especially since he had long been unhappy with Greyhound.

If you want to rise to power quickly, what's better than taking over the boss's mantle?!

Group number

This system task was a godsend.

Seeing the smile on Long Zu's face, Greyhound thought it was his few thousand dollars that made him so grateful.

But he never imagined that his life was already on a countdown.

After downing a few more bottles of beer, Long Zu's face was slightly flushed, and he walked out of the bar looking quite drunk.

Like the two greyhounds at the door, the bodyguard greeted them:

"Qiang, Bo, I'm going back to sleep now. The boss's had too much to drink, so take good care of him."

After saying that, Long Zu walked unsteadily to the other side of the bar.

After entering a small alley, Xu Hang's unsteady steps immediately returned to normal, and the blush on his face disappeared.

Then we climbed over a small house and arrived at the side door of the bar.

With a leap, he flipped and flew through the window.

After confirming that no one was in the restroom, he hid in one of the stalls.

the other side.

Greyhound had drunk quite a bit. He pushed open the door of the private room and headed towards the restroom, with two henchmen following closely behind.

"Ah Bo, Ah Qiang, you two stay outside and keep watch. Don't follow me when I go to the toilet."

After saying that, Greyhound walked unsteadily into the bathroom.

Just as he was relieving himself, the door to the cubicle behind him slowly opened, and a dark figure walked out.

Call...

After urinating, the greyhound couldn't help but shiver.

Just then, a large hand grabbed his neck!

Greyhound felt like he was about to suffocate!

He struggled desperately, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free!

In the hands of the Dragon Ancestor, Greyhound was like a dead dog.

No matter how much you struggle, it's all for naught.

Dragon Ancestor grabbed Greyhound by the throat and slammed him against the wall.

"Boom!"

His head slammed directly into the hard wall, producing a dull thud.

Only then did Greyhound realize who was choking him.

His eyes immediately showed utter disbelief.

He never expected that his trusted lieutenant would treat him this way.

He knew the Dragon Ancestor's strength, so how could he suddenly become so much stronger?

There is no one in this world who can lift a person weighing 170 pounds with one hand.

At this point, in Greyhound's eyes, Dragon Ancestor was no longer the docile henchman he had always been, but a ferocious beast.

“Azu, let me go, and I’ll talk to Mr. Jiang about helping you get promoted.”

The Dragon Ancestor gripped his neck, slowly increasing the pressure, his gaze sharp.

He pulled a cigar from the greyhound's pocket, put it in his mouth, and lit it with one hand.