Hong Kong General: Hongxing 49 Zai, step on Liang Kun to get a job

Zhou Shengpeng nearly peed himself laughing when he heard this. Jiang Tiansheng had wanted Big B to take advantage and seize the territory, but he hadn't expected him to actually switch sides.

He had been able to borrow an extra hundred people for nothing. However, he was also afraid that Big B was a double agent. Who knew if he would encroach on his territory under the guise of helping?

So he asked suspiciously, "Brother B, have you really thought it through?"

"You are pretending to obey but secretly disobeying. Aren't you afraid that Mr. Jiang will find out and secretly send someone to kill you?"

Big B chuckled: "I know you don't believe me."

"But, Kunpeng, you're a brain-eater, so I dare to tell you this news. I'm not afraid that you'll tell Jiang Tiansheng."

"This deal is definitely worthwhile. You're short of people, and I need to give Jiang Tiansheng an explanation."

"We are mutually beneficial and win-win cooperation, you know it in your heart."

Big B said, sighing:

"I've been hanging out in gangs since I was a teenager, and I haven't saved much money yet. I need to make some plans for my wife and daughter."

"As long as you have a profitable business in the future, don't forget about Wan Chai District."

"If you don't believe me, I don't need to pay the appearance fee. You can just cover the cost of the medicine and the living expenses."

Zhou Shengpeng rolled his eyes and thought carefully.

If Big B really wanted to listen to Jiang Tiansheng, he could have waited for him to plant his flags and form a map before dividing up the territory. He could have simply told him without going through all the trouble.

What's more, the diaper business in Wan Chai can make Big B a lot of money every month.

Most likely, Big B sincerely wanted to show his goodwill to him.

Besides, he was short of manpower, and if he set up shop in Tsz Wan Shan, it would inevitably be coveted by other social groups who would come to grab a piece of the pie.

With Big B as a backup, he was able to take over the territory of Hetu and Tsz Wan Shan.

"Okay, according to the rules, I will pay the money. I don't like to take advantage of others."

"The day after tomorrow night, be ready to plant the flag at Tsz Wan Shan."

After Zhou Shengpeng finished speaking, he strode out of the ice room. He still had a lot of things and people to arrange.

However, he silently kept a record of this old scoundrel Jiang Tiansheng in his heart.

In Tsz Wan Shan, at the Prince's Bar, Huoshan frowned as he sat in a booth.

I irritably shook the ice in my glass, making it rattle. Things seemed to be getting a little out of control.

Kunpeng is a newly promoted Red Stick who has been in the club for less than two months. How can he have 10 million to borrow soldiers?

At first, when he heard the news, he scoffed at it, thinking that the other party was just bluffing.

After all, how could a diaper seller make 10 million in cash in such a short period of time?

It would be a miracle if anyone in the martial arts world believed him to lend troops for 10 million. But today, he had received news that at least four groups were willing to lend troops to Zhou Shengpeng.

This made him feel increasingly uncertain. He and the prince had already made a harsh statement: they would expel Zhou Shengpeng within three days.

Now it's difficult. According to the rules of the underworld, the weak can borrow troops from other societies.

He and the prince were the ones who issued the challenge, but they were not allowed to borrow soldiers. Even if they could borrow soldiers, they would not be willing to spend so much money to borrow them.

Just to recruit a thousand younger brothers, the racing fees, medicine fees, and settlement fees would be a considerable amount.

In addition, another 10 million will be used to borrow soldiers, and the cost of medicine and resettlement will be calculated separately?

This would cost several years of savings. With this money, wouldn't it be better to buy a villa in Repulse Bay and become a wealthy man?

At this time, the prince came out with a cigarette in his mouth and sat opposite the volcano.

"Prince, this is getting difficult. Kunpeng really wants to borrow 10 million soldiers."

"I heard that the Number Gang's gold medal thug, Awu, has already received his deposit to help him find some desperate thugs in Kowloon Walled City."

"He Liansheng Da D also asked Toastmaster Changmao to bring people to help."

"I heard that Hongxing Dafei has also come out. His subordinates are all powerful thugs, many of whom are big circle thugs from the Diamond Hill area."

"A total of four or five groups have been confirmed, and we need to lend him troops."

The prince became even more irritated when he saw Huoshan's panicked look. However, he did not show any fear in front of Huoshan.

Not to mention that Zhou Shengpeng took out 10 million to borrow soldiers, even if it was a few million, there would still be a lot of desperate scoundrels flocking in.

Isn't it that the purpose of being a gangster is to be famous, to make money, and to pick up girls? If you have money, why wouldn't you do it?

Not to mention borrowing 10 million soldiers, there are people who would even lend their lives.

He crushed the cigarette in his hand and said sternly:

"You're a big shot, you've seen a lot of storms, but a red stick scared you to death."

"Kunpeng borrowed his troops. He can fight, but how many can he defeat alone?"

"We already have a large number of people. Although we can't borrow soldiers, we can transfer people."

"Brother Tian agreed to send us five hundred reinforcements."

"I promise that after the flags on Bowling Green Street are taken down, Bowling Green Street will belong to the society."

"I just don't believe that Kunpeng can borrow so many soldiers."

There was cruelty in the prince's eyes.

Upon hearing this arrangement, Huoshan became furious: "Prince, what are you talking about? Why are we handing over Bowling Street to the society?"

"We joined forces to take down Kunpeng's flag, but we spent so much effort and paid such a high price. It was all in vain."

"I came from the fertile land of Bowl Street. You said you don't want it, so you don't want it. You are playing tricks on me."

The prince glared and directly swept the cup in front of Huoshan to the ground.

He glared at me like an idiot, "You idiot! If we don't give the club some benefits, will Brother Tian send anyone to help us?"

"I plan to send Tim's men to charge towards Bowl Lane, while our men will guard the rear."

"After his men have fought to the death, we will have firmly taken down Kunpeng's flag and strengthened our strength. It's hard to say whether Ding Tian can still hold on to his position as the leader of Hetu."

"Does he dare to ask us to go to Jiaobolan Street?" The prince got angry and pointed at Huoshan's nose and cursed.

Huoshan was also very angry. There were so many younger brothers present, but the prince didn't give him any face at all.

We are all from the same territory, so who is more noble than the other? Why do you, the prince, speak so loudly to me?

For now, let’s prioritize the overall situation. I’ll come deal with you after we take over Bolan Street, Huoshan thought angrily.

Organized Crime and Triad Police Station. Zhang Wenyao stood in front of a whiteboard with a large photo hanging on it: a candid photo of Zhou Shengpeng.

A group of policemen below were listening to him speak.

Sitting in the corner, pretty trainee police officer Yazi stared at the photo of Zhou Shengpeng with a naive look on her face. She complained to Wei Jinghao next to her, "Zhou Shengpeng is so handsome, why is he hanging out in some club instead of making movies? What a shame."

Wei Jinghao looked at Yazi's smooth face and said unconvincedly, "What's so handsome about him? This kind of scum should be arrested and sent to Stanley for retirement."

Seeing his angry face, Fang Yiwei said calmly, "Shut up, kid. You're talking nonsense. Do you want to go up and speak?"

Wei Jinghao finally shut up.

Zhang Wenyao pointed at Zhou Shengpeng's photo and said, "Everyone, Hongxing Kunpeng has been very popular recently. This person will become the latest target of our Organized Crime and Triad Bureau."

"Last time, he led people in a fight on Bowl Lane, which caused a lot of complaints from the public."

"Recently, this guy has been making trouble again. He offended the prince of Hetu and Huoshan, and even threatened to borrow 10 million soldiers."

"The foreigners above are very unhappy. They don't want to see a large-scale fight involving one or two thousand people, especially one that doesn't harm innocent people."

"All officers present are prohibited from taking leave and must be on call 24 hours a day. Keep a close eye on Hetu and Kunpeng."

"Dismiss." As soon as Zhang Wenyao said dismiss, the police officers dispersed with curses and complaints.

“Sir Fang, that Kunpeng is just a red stick from Hongxing.

"At worst, we can capture him, the prince of Hetu, and Huoshan together. That would bring peace to the world."

"Is it necessary to make everyone so tired and on call 24 hours a day?" Wei Jinghao said dissatisfiedly.

Fang Yiwei patted him on the back of the head and said, "You idiot! Do you have any evidence to arrest someone?"

"They arrest us today, but they will release us tomorrow, and they will beat us the same the day after tomorrow."

"Besides, you're arresting people for no reason. Do you think you're just a bunch of gang members who just want to eat? Find a couple of foreign lawyers and they'll sue you until you're skinned alive."

Wei Jinghao was very dissatisfied: "Evidence, evidence, we police officers must rely on evidence for everything, but they can do whatever they want."

"The whole martial arts world knows that Kunpeng borrowed 10 million soldiers. Isn't this enough evidence to arrest someone?"

Fang Yiwei looked at him like an idiot: "Angry young man, shut up! Borrowing 10 million soldiers is nothing but a piece of evidence. Be careful, I'll sue you for defamation."

"If they have 10 million to borrow troops, they can take out another 10 million to sue you to death."

"When you shed this skin and go out to work, you have to speak well of the society and ask them to give you some living space."

Yazi smacked her lips in surprise: "How can you really make money by joining a gang? Ten million, I can't make that in two lifetimes..."

Fang Yiwei sighed and said, "Who says it's not true? I don't have a few thousand yuan, and when I retire, I'll only get a pension of a few hundred thousand yuan."

"These short mules can easily come up with 10 million to borrow soldiers. They really have no hidden skills."

"So, if the higher-ups tell us to keep a close eye on it, we'll just keep a close eye on it. As long as it doesn't affect ordinary citizens, we'll just turn a blind eye."

"Wait until the fight is over, then we'll clean up. We'll just catch a few of the leaders and deal with them. Don't take it so seriously."

Fang Yiwei patted Wei Jinghao on the shoulder and left. Wei Jinghao was very desperate. Why was being a short mule more prestigious than being a policeman? Why was he so rich?

It has been two days since Prince Hetu and Huoshan announced that they would eliminate Zhou Shengpeng within three days.

Inside both places, there was singing and dancing, business was going on as usual, and it was peaceful and calm, with no sign of a fight about to begin.

Zhou Shengpeng arrived at the factory's renovated basement. It was a highly soundproofed, 1,000-square-meter space filled with various training equipment.

"Hello, Brother Peng."

"Brother Peng."

"Brother Peng."

As Zhou Shengpeng walked by, greetings echoed. Standing before him was the heavily armed special operations team, codenamed Lie Ci.

These people were selected by Jimmy from among the applicants for security positions.

Some came from Diamond Hill and Cha Kwo Ling, some came from places like Kowloon Walled City, and many of them had killed people.

The big circle guys, the harder guys, and some mercenaries who escaped from these places are all fierce and vicious, and can fight and attack.

The physical fitness and abilities of the Fiery Thorn Special Operations Team are superior to those of ordinary fighters.

After Jimmy's rigorous training, these twenty people can now handle themselves well even when facing a Cheetah Commando team with a smaller force of forty or fifty.

Originally, when Zhou Shengpeng recruited people, he preferred quality over quantity.

Otherwise, it would be useless to keep a large group of bad guys who only know how to pick up girls and get out of breath after running a few steps, no matter how many people there are.

Just like a dirty subordinate, he either inhales orange powder or spends all day lying in the stable wasting energy, and is easily wiped out.

So, my younger brother is all about hard power. And this group of selected talents is of even higher quality. Zhou Shengpeng looked at each of them, full of energy and vigor, and was very satisfied.

"Jimmy, how's it going? Is everything arranged?"

Jimmy nodded: "Don't worry, Brother Peng, you have seen these people. If they go to Hetu, dealing with ordinary dwarf mules is like killing a chicken."

"No, I don't plan to send this group of people out."

"Starting tonight, Arun and I will be staying on the 17th floor of the Boning Hotel. I have almost booked the entire floor."

"You have the Fiery Thorn Commando on standby inside at all times."

"They are responsible for protecting the safety of Arun and me."

Jimmy's jaw dropped in shock: "Brother Peng, come on, with the war imminent, you're still in the mood to take your girlfriend to a couple's hotel?"