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

A bathhouse somewhere in Tsz Wan Shan. Uncle Chow and Zheng Bao are bathing together.

The phone rang, and the caller was Hua Zai from Hetu Red Stick.

"What did you say? Silly Old Tai's place was taken over by unknown people?"

"Kunpeng took advantage of the situation to occupy the territory?" Uncle Zhou held the phone, his face full of shock, his voice rising eight degrees.

Hua Zai is the red stick of Hetu. He has a lot of followers and is well-informed.

He continued, "The robbers were all masked, fully armed, and each of them had a firearm. They robbed and ran."

"Some of Uncle Tai's veterans are dead, their bodies piled up at the door."

Uncle Zhou looked surprised.

He didn't expect that just as Silly Old Tai was about to attack Kunpeng, a group of robbers suddenly appeared, fully armed, and robbed the place.

Zhou Shengpeng's men then took advantage of the situation and swooped in. It was all such a coincidence.

"It must be Kunpeng. It must be his people who did it."

Uncle Zhou was, after all, a veteran of the club and had seen a lot of ups and downs. Something must be wrong; there couldn't be so many coincidences happening at the same time.

At that moment, a chill shot up from his heels to the top of his head. Even the warm water in the pool couldn't mask it.

Although Kunpeng has only been holding the red stick for a short time, his strength is hidden very well.

There are still so many firearms and such elite subordinates. This is too scary. Silly Old Tai's place has been wiped out, so can he have a good end?

Thinking of this, Uncle Zhou's heart skipped a beat and he immediately called Silly Old Tai.

"Beep..." There was only a dead tone on the phone. His heart sank, and he quickly contacted Ayi, the head of Silly Old Tai. Again, no one answered.

After making several calls, there was no response. Seeing this, Zheng Bo, who was standing next to him, quickly called his younger brother.

After a long time, the call came back.

"Boss, we've checked it out. Uncle Tai should be gone."

"His home was a mess. The safe was missing, and the floor was covered in blood. There were at least five or six people's blood, but there was no trace of the bodies."

Zheng Bo said loudly: "You mean, silly old Tai is missing and may be dead."

Uncle Zhou was also shocked when he heard the sound of explosion, and felt an unusual bitter taste in his mouth.

Silly Old Tai was the second-in-command of Hetu. When he died, the entire Hetu fell apart. The last bit of cohesion was completely gone.

He sighed leisurely, "When you're out there, you're rich and prosperous in the morning, and dead on the street in the afternoon. A-Tai's death was unclear. It was all because he messed with the wrong people."

"Uncle Zhou, our team has been defeated." Zhengbo also sighed, his tone very lonely.

Although the group was not united before, they were still able to gather strength with the presence of top bosses such as Ding Tian, ​​Huangzi, and Huoshan.

Hetu is at least a serious club.

Although Ding Tian, ​​the prince, and Huoshan were all gone later, at least there was a second-in-command and a title.

Now that Silly Old Tai is gone, Hetu is dead in name only.

Early the next morning, a shocking piece of news broke out among communities across Hong Kong Island.

Kunpeng, the red stick of Hongxing, borrowed 10 million soldiers and used the small to defeat the big. He burned the land of Hetu Tuo and smashed their signboard. The leader of Hetu, Prince Huoshan, died tragically on the spot.

Ding Tian, ​​the leader of Hetu, tried to escape but failed, and it was rumored that he reclaimed land on the spot.

In order to save the reputation of the rebellious army, the second-in-command, the fool Taihe, and his confidants intended to kill Kunpeng, but their whereabouts are unknown and their life and death are uncertain.

Overnight, Silly Old Tai's territory was looted by robbers, and Kunpeng took advantage of the situation and rushed in.

Uncle Zhou, the last representative of the Hetu, admitted defeat to Kunpeng. The entire Hetu collapsed.

All the hall masters, red sticks, and uncles set up their own sects or switched to other societies.

At this point, the name Hetu was wiped out from Hong Kong's social circles, while the name Kunpeng resounded throughout the island.

At this time, it was inside Zhou Shengpeng's office in Mong Kok.

Jimmy, Greyhound, Airplane, Shorty, the recovered Awu, and Long Hair and Mitaka were all sitting aside.

"Everyone is here, let's start the meeting now."

"Yesterday's work was well done. Everyone who participated will be rewarded 100,000 yuan each."

As soon as he finished speaking, Awu's saliva was almost flowing.

I felt a pang of regret. I should have been discharged from the hospital earlier so that I could be involved in this operation.

In his heart, this was equivalent to losing 100,000 yuan, and he felt extremely distressed.

Changfa and Sanying didn't show any expression. The Xian family had left behind a lot of bad debts from loan sharks, and they were responsible for collecting them.

Zhou Shengpeng directly gave a 50% commission. So he had been working very hard to collect debts recently and had made quite a bit of money.

Both of them understood that following a boss like Zhou Shengpeng, they could both stir up trouble and have a good reputation, so there was nothing to envy or jealous about.

Giving out rewards all the time is just the boss's normal operation, just a little bit of sprinkling.

"Thank you, boss."

"The boss is mighty."

Greyhound, Airplane and Short Leg Seven were all very excited. One hundred thousand yuan, many short mules may not be able to earn so much money in their whole lives.

It’s enough to buy two lives in the underworld.

"A hundred thousand dollars is enough to make you so excited. You should get used to this kind of reward. There will be more in the future."

"Now that our territory is expanding, we need manpower in all aspects. Let me announce the arrangements for the venue."

Are you used to this kind of reward? Greyhound, Airplane, and the others became even more excited when they heard this.

If another boss said this, they would think it was empty talk.

But I have actually witnessed Zhou Shengpeng's generosity, spending 10 million to borrow soldiers, 2 million to hire Awu, and giving a reward of 100,000 for completing a mission.

Everyone believed in his words and thought that there was a future in following the boss.

"Over at Bowl Lane, Greyhound, help Thirteenth Sister take care of it."

"The territory of Tsz Wan Shan was originally the prince's territory. Long Hair is familiar with it and will take it over directly."

"Sanying will take over Huoshan's territory. As for the mess you have, send a few trustworthy minions to collect it."

"The newly acquired Silly Tai territory will be yours to handle, Feiji."

"Jimmy, you will be responsible for managing Ding Tian's original territory." Zhou Shengpeng gave the order reluctantly.

"Boss, what about me and my brothers?" Short Leg Seven asked when he saw that there was no arrangement for him here.

"You, I have other plans. I plan to set up a Cheetah Security Group. Under the name of a security group, I will select outstanding fighters."

"You will train all of these people, including their shooting skills. They must reach mercenary standards."

Zhou Shengpeng arranged everything perfectly, and Short-legged Seven was excited when he heard it.

He was originally a mercenary. Setting up a security group and cultivating talents were his strengths, so he immediately felt full of confidence.

But the plane next to it was in trouble.

He stammered, "Boss, if you ask me to kill people, I'll charge forward even if my head is chopped off, but if you ask me to manage Silly Tai's territory, I'm really not good at it."

"Or, I can switch with Greyhound. At least Thirteenth Sister is helping to take care of Bowl Street. I'll be responsible for collecting cleaning fees and maintaining public security."

Greyhound immediately refused: "Hey, airplane, don't argue with me."

"Even though your name fits the character of Bowling Green Street, if anyone hits you, it's like masturbation, and I won't let you."

Greyhound's teasing made the atmosphere more relaxed and caused everyone to burst into laughter.

Zhou Shengpeng was speechless. No wonder the original novel said that if a gangster didn't eat brains, he would be a plane for life. He was given such a good training opportunity, but he turned it down.

He slapped Feiji's head directly, making it buzz.

Then he said seriously: "A short mule doesn't eat brains, so he will be a short mule all his life."

"We now have more land and more industries. Things are different now."

"We let you wear suits and leather belts so you can do big business, not so you can carry machetes and steel pipes around the streets collecting fees all day long."

"In the next few years, we will be very busy. Business will increase, the territory will expand, there will be so much business to do, and so much money to be earned."

"There's no time for you to grow. Just follow my instructions."

"If you're not good at something, study hard and learn it with all your heart. If you can't do it, ask Brother Jimmy for guidance."

"My Kunpeng soldiers must be able to fight and carry, and they must also use their brains."

Feiji blushed and said, "Boss, I..."

Zhou Shengpeng patted his shoulder. A slap in the face must be followed by a sweet reward:

"Feiji, I arranged for you to go to Silly Old Tai's territory because I think highly of you. Do your best and don't let me down."

Feiji felt his heart filled instantly. It was such a great feeling to be trusted and valued by the boss.

He nodded vigorously, as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood: "Boss, I promise I won't let you down."

Zhou Shengpeng nodded in satisfaction and looked around at everyone.

There was a bright light in everyone's eyes, and they were full of hope and confidence for the future, and they were quite energetic.