Domination of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Variety Show

Wei Jixiang walked out of the restaurant, got into his car, drove to a side where there was no one around, and took out his phone.

"Brother Jin, I'm Wei Jixiang. Hongtai needs to hurry up. Zhongqing Society is attacking Hongtai..."

Wei Jixiang talked about what happened in the meeting just now.

After listening to what was going on, Gao Jin gave his answer: "Brother Xiang, don't worry, I'm already looking for an opportunity to take action. When we're done, you can avenge your wife."

Sang Bo is not dead yet. Sang Bo hit and killed Wei Jixiang's wife with his car, so of course it is up to Wei Jixiang to deal with it.

It just takes the right timing.

Wei Jixiang was not in a hurry. After going through so many things, he had great trust in Zhang Xian and Gao Jin.

"Well, Brother Jin, I'm not in a hurry. Just come as you see fit. I'm always ready."

After a brief conversation, Wei Jixiang put down the phone and went to the drugstore to buy some medicine so that he could deal with the prince's wife in the evening.

Zhang Xian said that if he wanted to maintain his position as the leader of Hongtai, the support of the prince's wife was also very important.

Wei Jixiang agreed with this and decided to try his best.

Gao Jin put down the phone and turned to report the content of the call to Zhang Xian.

After listening to this, Zhang Xian also felt that it was something serious. The Zhongqing Society had been very arrogant recently. First, they gave A Le from Jordan a beating.

As a result, A Le sought support from Deng Bo and found a group of people to help, and only then did they fight back the Zhongqing Society.

Otherwise, the nine halls of He Liansheng would now become eight halls.

Although Zhang Xian took over Mong Kok and Causeway Bay, this was Zhang Xian's territory and had nothing to do with He Liansheng.

Now Zhongqing Society is taking action against Hongtai again, and it seems that they have big plans.

"Well, Jin, we really need to find a way to speed up our actions. I don't want Hongtai to be eaten up by Zhongqing Society by then."

Zhang Xian’s plan was to support Wei Jixiang as the leader of Hongtai, just like he supported Ahua.

Then Hongtai, controlled by Wei Jixiang, conquered the Zhongqing Society and took control of Yau Ma Tei.

In this way, Zhang Xian actually controlled Sham Shui Po, Mong Kok, and Yau Ma Tei, but on the surface, Zhang Xian was still just Sham Shui Po.

Such a low profile will not attract the attention of foreigners or Hong Kong community groups.

It’s almost 1997, and the foreigners are deliberately condoning this, so there are so many gangsters in Hong Kong Island now.

Deliberately leaving a mess for those born after 1997.

Of course, the same thing applies. No matter what the foreigners think, they will not allow the emergence of an underground emperor who unifies the underworld in Hong Kong Island.

The local communities in Hong Kong Island would not allow such a thing to happen, so Zhang had to keep a low profile.

When the time is right, all the clubs will hang up the Zhenghua sign, which will definitely scare these people.

In order not to disrupt his own well-planned deployment, Zhang Xian had to speed up things over there.

"Ah Jin, have you contacted that Twelve Young Master from Temple Street yet?"

Temple Street is very important if we want to take over Yau Ma Tei.

Gao Jin shook his head slightly, obviously not reaching an agreement on the matter.

"Boss, this Twelve Young Master said he has no interest in cooperation. He doesn't want to cause trouble to others, nor does he want others to cause trouble to him."

Zhang Xian was puzzled: "What do you mean by causing trouble for him? Don't you understand that cooperation is a win-win situation?"

"How about this, Jin, take some people with you and let's go to Temple Street. I'll take a look at what business Temple Street will be doing in the future."

To the left of Temple Street is Mong Kok, and to the right is Tsim Sha Tsui, both of which are prosperous areas in Kowloon.

But Temple Street is a weird thing. It’s in a good location, but it just can’t get off the ground.

Compared with the surrounding areas, it is just a slum. Come to think of it, it is probably because of this Twelve Young Master.

He stayed here to prevent those who wanted to develop Temple Street from coming in.

"Okay, I'll go prepare it." After Gao Jin finished speaking, he picked up the phone and started giving orders.

Now Zhang Xian has offended many people. It is easy to dodge an open attack but hard to guard against a hidden arrow. Of course, he has to be careful when going out.

Therefore, you need to bring enough people. In addition to the bodyguards in the open, you also need two teams for secret protection.

Anyway, Zhenghua has recruited a lot of people during this period, so it’s a good opportunity to take them out for some drills.

After all, Zhenghua Security has the obligation to provide security, even though not many people come to them.

Just as I was about to leave, I met A Mao who came over. Now A Mao is becoming more and more professional in intelligence.

"Boss, Jiang Tiansheng's girlfriend has come to Sham Shui Po. It looks like she is seeking refuge with us."

"Jiang Tiansheng's girlfriend?" Zhang Xian recalled the somewhat unsatisfied woman.

"Well, Mr. Jiang's girlfriend is here, so naturally we have to entertain her well. I'll go visit her later."

Zhang Xian and Gao Jin came to Temple Street.

As a temple street, there is a temple here. When there is a temple fair, it is very lively here, so a market is formed.

It's called Temple Street.

The main business of Temple Street is similar to that of Bowl Lane, but it is not as systematic as that of Bowl Lane.

The boss of Temple Street, Twelve Young Master, doesn't seem to have any idea about making money.

He is a very Buddhist person.

As soon as he got off the car and looked at the surrounding furnishings, Zhang Xian felt like he had arrived in the countryside.

There are all kinds of sheds and stalls in a mess, and there are many gangsters walking around, which gives people a bad impression.

Business at those stalls wasn't good either. Finally a couple came to buy something, but they were scared away by the hooligans around them.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at this. Such a spacious place is filled with smoke and filth, just like a refugee camp!"

Zhang Xian thought it was such a pity.

Just when Zhang Xian was about to go inside, a very familiar-looking person walked over from the other end of the street.

Looking at this face, Zhang Xian knew that this was the so-called Twelve Young Masters of Temple Street.

The Twelve Young Masters of Temple Street came over with a dashing gait. Every step he took, a younger brother would follow him. When he was halfway there, he already had eighty or ninety people following him.

A group of people came over aggressively. There were more and more people, and they looked very imposing.

Gao Jin narrowed his eyes, ready to call for help at any time.

Zhang Xian stopped Gao Jin: "It's not coming for us."

Gao Jin nodded, but did not put down the pager in his hand.

The Twelve Young Master came over with a group of people, took a look at the convoy parked on the side of the street, and then led them to take a detour and leave.

"Let's go and take a look." Zhang Xian pulled Gao Jin and followed the group of people.

The group of people walked for about ten minutes and stopped at the door of a warehouse in Yau Ma Tei.

Zhang Xian and Gao Jin squeezed in and just happened to see the Twelve Young Master negotiating with a group of people.

There were seven people in the gang, and a middle-aged woman was hanging on the rack behind them.

"Black Bear! Let my godmother go quickly, or none of you will be able to leave today!" Tang Twelve pointed at Black Bear and said loudly.

When Black Bear saw how many people Tang Twelve had brought with him, he felt a little scared, but he still forced himself to hold his chest high.

"Tang Twelve, this woman owes us hundreds of thousands of dollars. Just let her go if you say so!"

Hearing about the gambling debts, Tang Twelve couldn't help but frown. His godmother was an avid gambler who would gamble even if she had no money.

This is not the first time he has come to redeem someone.

However, although Tang Twelve was the boss of Temple Street, he was not very good at making money. Everyone here was a neighbor, and he was embarrassed to collect more protection fees.

I just collected a little bit as a token of my appreciation and shared it with my brothers. One person made less than a few hundred yuan a month.

He, Tang Twelve, is just a poor guy! Where can he get the money to pay off his gambling debts?