I make a living solving crimes.

Tsim Sha Tsui, in front of the courtyard of Lei Luo Villa.

The three brothers Zhuyouzai, Shar-Pei and Yangmiedong were bowing and smiling as they welcomed each older brother into the house.

The short, stocky Officer Rong was guarding the gate, smiling broadly.

These four guys are Inspector Lei’s black and white gloves. Three of them are responsible for collecting fees, and one is responsible for distributing benefits.

Many people in later generations mistakenly believed that Officer Rong was Zhuyouzai.

Zhuyouzai is a gangster, not a policeman.

However, these four guys are all confidants. They are responsible for different areas and get along well with each other.

"Brother Ru, Brother Zhen, welcome, welcome." Zhuyouzai saw a Mercedes-Benz stopped, glanced at the license plate, and trotted out of the villa gate, his fat body shaking up and down with every step.

"Brother Luo, what's the matter that requires us to gather together today?" The two brothers Baima and Jinma bowed and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know. I'm just a little brother."

"Lei Erjia is so impressive."

The two brothers smiled and patted Zhuyouzai's chest. When they saw the eldest brother of the Xiang family who followed them, they snorted coldly and walked into the yard. The Shar-Pei and Yang Miedong hurriedly accompanied them on both sides to lead the way.

Boss Xiang got out of the car and glanced at the Ma brothers in front of him. When he heard Zhuyouzai's voice, a kind smile immediately appeared on his cold face.

"Mr. Xiang, thank you for your visit. Welcome, welcome."

"Lard, what big thing did Lei Sheng do today?"

"I really don't know!" Zhuyouzai spread his hands, fawningly accompanying Boss Xiang, slightly bowing and leading the way inside.

Before entering the door, Boss Xiang took the pistol from under his armpit and threw it into the box next to Officer Rong.

This is the rule of holding a meeting. They are all big guys who are well-known in the world. None of them is a good person. They will fight if they disagree with something.

After entering the villa hall, Zhuyouzai saw that the Ma brothers were greeting Lei Luo, and immediately led Boss Xiang to the tea room.

"Mr. Xiang, we are family, please forgive me, Lei." Zhuyouzi smiled awkwardly.

"I know, it's okay." Boss Xiang waved his hand casually and asked, "Where's Ah Zhen?"

"Auntie is not at home today."

Boss Xiang frowned, wondering what Lei Luo was up to.

Strictly speaking, he and Lei Luo are cousins. Lei Luo calls him father "uncle", so he doesn't have much suspicion about today's gathering.

As for the fact that Lei Luo entertained the Ma brothers first, it was even more impossible for him to turn against him for this.

The two sides have been at odds for a long time. If they get together, they will not fight on the spot for Lei Luo's face, but they will definitely argue with each other after three sentences.

There are now four major gangs in Hong Kong Island, and there are countless small-scale social organizations, which are essentially three types of people.

The first category is the former members of the Hongmen, who fought against the Qing Dynasty and restored the Ming Dynasty. Because the Hong Kong city was a concession, many people from the Hongmen hid here.

Later societies with the prefix "he" basically originated from Hongmen.

The second category, the Chaozhou Gang, is composed of Chaoshan people who fled to the port city from the late Qing Dynasty to before liberation.

It is now divided into three parts, each led by the Ma brothers, Chaozhou Porridge and Ding Ye of Kowloon Walled City. Later, Chaozhou Porridge was attacked and divided up by Lei Luo, and Bo Hao replaced Ding Ye.

They all have their own territories and usually take care of their own affairs, but they can also advance and retreat together when encountering external enemies.

The above two categories are local tyrants. The so-called external enemies refer to Yi An and Digital Gang, two fierce dragons that have crossed the river.

They were all remnants of defeated soldiers who had retreated from the mainland. Although they could not defeat the People's Liberation Army, they had more numbers and better weapons, so dealing with the gangsters was a piece of cake for them.

Normally, with 100,000 defeated soldiers, not to mention fighting the underworld, even the British in Hong Kong would not dare to confront them head-on.

It's a pity that these guys don't dare to be too arrogant in Hong Kong.

They really dare to occupy the port city, but there is a large army behind them.

In the past ten years, one of the leaders of these two gangs was driven out of the country, and the other has passed away. The old soldiers have also gradually died and no longer have their former glory.

But a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

Hong Kong City is such a small place, and the four major gangs clash almost every day for territory.

As the lights came on, sixty or seventy bosses gathered in Lei Luo's villa, drinking and chatting happily.

The reason he was able to gather so many gangsters together was not because of the limited police force under his command, but because he represented the interests of the British in Hong Kong.

I just don’t know what to talk about today?

I think it's nothing more than the same old stuff like reconciling conflicts, dividing territories, and setting fees.

No rush, let’s talk business after dinner.

On the roof of a six-story building outside the villa, Fan Tuan'er put down the telescope and picked up the walkie-talkie in his hand, "All units, get in position, and launch the attack in one minute."

"Jingyetang received it."

"Integrity Hall received it."

"Friendly Hall received it."

"Youshantang, please don't smash the cars lined up outside the yard. I want to send them back. This old man has never ridden in such a nice car before."

"Yes, sister-in-law."

After the strange command, the walkie-talkie fell silent.

Time passed by second by second.

The dwarf mules who were idling in the yard suddenly felt their scalps tingling. Before they could move, they were pointed at by a large number of gun barrels from three sides. Among them, Xiang Lao's driver refused to believe it and was about to draw his gun when a bullet shot from a high altitude in the distance and hit him right in the heart.

The man flew backwards, and blood on his chest bloomed into a bright red flower.

The remaining dwarf mules were so scared that they immediately squatted down with their heads in their hands.

Fan Tuaner threw the Garand in his hand to Mahan, and seeing that the veterans had broken through the doors and windows and rushed into the villa, he turned and walked downstairs.

The hall, which was bustling with people just now, was now silent.

More than twenty strong men were guarding the doors, windows and stairs. They were wrapped in black from head to toe, with only their eyes exposed. They wore helmets on their heads, held Garands in their hands, had grenades on their chests, daggers on their waists, and all wore American combat boots.

Those pairs of cold eyes showed indifference to life.

Ignore both the enemy and yourself.

A boss from an unknown family was panicking and was about to run into the restaurant to hide, but a man standing on the stairs raised his gun and started shooting.

The bullet hit the front of his shoe accurately, splashing a spark.

The boss quickly raised his hands and stepped back.

Fan Tuan'er walked in, looked around coldly, nodded, and recalled Chang Wei's style in his mind. A smile appeared on his face, "Hongxing is rash in his work, I hope you can forgive me."

Hongxing...

The bosses turned their attention to Lei Luo.

Isn't this the person he has been looking for?

Is this a revenge?

It seems that the other party came prepared, and we have suffered an unexpected disaster!

"I am not familiar with Lei Luo. You can seek revenge for your grievances and revenge for your grievances. It has nothing to do with me."

Fatty Chao pushed the chair backwards, causing a harsh sound as it rubbed against the ground. Just as he was about to stand up, the back of his head was hit by the butt of a gun and crashed onto the dining table.

An old soldier from Youshan Hall threw his rifle behind him, walked up to him, grabbed his ear with one hand, pressed him hard on the table, took the knife from the table, and cut off his right ear without hesitation, then threw it away and wiped his hands with a white napkin.

During the whole process, except for Fatty Chao's screams, everyone was silent.

Ear cutting is just a small matter. They usually do countless evil things.

But they never expected that one day they themselves would become lambs to be slaughtered.