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

The tea in Chen Yaowen's hand suddenly became bitter.

"Crack." Suddenly a stone broke the window glass.

"Protect Brother Wen." Ating shouted immediately, and then chased after him.

But all that was left at the scene was the roar of motorcycles, and not even a human figure was seen.

"Stop chasing Ating." Chen Yaowen's eyes fell on the envelope tied behind the stone.

If the other party wanted to kill him, they wouldn't just throw a stone and leave. They must be trying to convey some message.

He picked up the envelope and flicked off the glass shards. When he saw the contents, his face changed drastically.

This is a thick stack of very clear photos, which captures the entire transaction process between Huo Baoming and an unidentified man.

Inside the safe was a box of Hong Kong dollars, worth at least three million. They only gave him money, but no goods, so it was obviously a deposit.

According to industry rules, a tenth deposit was required, meaning the other party wanted goods worth over 30 million. He and Ailian knew nothing about such a large volume.

Is there something fishy going on? Chen Yaowen quickly figured out the situation and said to Ting with a gloomy face, "Go, bring me the accounts."

"Okay." Ating immediately went to the finance office, found the account book, and brought it over.

Chen Yaowen flipped through the account book, and the more he looked, the uglier his expression became.

Huobao Ming had siphoned off a lot of money from the gang over the years through covert operations, often smuggling contraband into transactions. However, this was the first time he had smuggled such a large sum.

"A Ting, Huo Baoming can't stay here. You go and make some arrangements." Chen Yaowen's eyes flashed with coldness.

He just didn't care much about the club's affairs anymore, he wasn't dead. Huo Baoming dared to act so boldly, completely ignoring his big brother.

Originally, he wanted to give him a chance to live because he was a brother who had fought with him to build his empire. Now, he just wanted him dead.

Inside Zhou Shengpeng's factory in Mong Kok, Zhou Shengpeng leaned against the wall, cigarette in his mouth, with Changfa and Sanying following beside him.

Greyhound rode his motorcycle sideways and stopped.

"Boss, the photos have been delivered." Zhou Shengpeng nodded. Then the phone rang and the sound of the plane came:

"Brother Peng, just as you expected, Chen Yaowen has already sent people to take action. He's probably planning to silence us and has prepared firearms."

"Okay, I got it." Zhou Shengpeng hung up the phone. Everything was developing in the direction he expected.

He looked at the long-haired girl with a smile: "You have a talent for photography. The photos are very good. Chen Yaowen seems to like them very much."

"Long hair, I'm planning to publish a magazine in the future. Are you interested in being a photographer?"

Changfa never liked to joke around. He had a stern face and looked a little embarrassed. He simply didn't bother to answer.

Mitaka jokingly said, "Long hair, you're a photographer from a literary background. You don't know how to cherish such a good opportunity. Take pictures of beautiful women and handsome men. It's so pleasing to the eyes."

"That depends on the magazine Brother Peng wants to shoot. Does it have clothes on? If it's a pornographic magazine, Brother Long Hair will have blood boiling every day." Greyhound pointed it out.

Zhou Shengpeng looked at the increasingly lively greyhound in surprise.

He laughed and scolded, "Damn it, Greyhound, when did you become so frivolous? Did Thirteenth Sister teach you, or did you learn it on Bowl Lane?"

"Damn, what our ancestors said is true. The environment makes people who they are. The company of vermilion makes them red, the company of ink makes them black. Greyhound, you are so honest, but you have changed. Sigh..."

"No, I learned it from my old university..." Greyhound said bluntly, but when he saw Zhou Shengpeng's murderous eyes, he immediately shut up.

Damn, the boss is so extravagant. Other people put Shakespeare and Hugo on their bookshelves to show off, but the boss only puts pornographic magazines and CDs on his bookshelves.

If he can't learn this, he's not a man, Greyhound thought indignantly.

There was silence for a moment, and the man with long hair didn't dare to breathe.

Zhou Shengpeng said seriously, "Now, let me tell you something serious. You must rescue Huo Baoming tonight and bring him to see me. Do you understand?"

"Chen Yaowen is a flour dealer, so he's bound to have firearms. You must be careful, okay?"

"Yes, Brother Peng." Several people said in unison.

It's midnight. It's still the Star Ferry Pier.

The bloodstains left by the previous gunfight had not been completely cleaned up yet, and there was a strong smell of blood, with many flies hovering above.

Huo Baoming looked at the bloodstains on the ground and felt a little sad.

He was wearing light clothes, no longer as arrogant as before, his eyes were deep as he looked at the dark sea, waiting quietly.

The boat that Sister Ailian arranged to take him to Ao Island to hide has not arrived yet.

Even though he lost goods worth 50 or 60 million, Chen Yaowen still let Sister Ailian send him away. He was still a little touched.

After all, they are brothers who conquered the world together and have experienced life and death.

However, for some reason, Huobaoming always felt a sense of panic in his heart, which made him very uneasy, and his eyelids twitched unconsciously.

Touching the black star on his waist, he felt relieved. For safety reasons, he still brought a firearm.

Half an hour later, a light suddenly flashed in the sea in the distance.

Huobao knew the boat was coming to pick him up. He took out his flashlight and flashed two long and one short signals at the sea in response.

Soon the low roar of an engine came closer and closer, and a ship docked at the pier.

Several people emerged from the cabin. The leader was not Yu Laojian, who specialized in smuggling people across the border, but Chen Yaowen's chief, A Ting, and a few familiar brothers.

Huobaoming sensed something was wrong, and he touched Black Star with his hand, and asked with a sullen face, "Why are you here?"

"Brother Ming, Brother Wen said that since we are brothers, we should come and see you off."

After saying that, Ating and the others took out firearms from behind their backs at lightning speed and started shooting at Huobaoming.

Huobao Ming was no pushover either. He had prepared his gun long ago and immediately drew it and started shooting.

"Bang, bang, bang." After firing several shots, he relied on the firepower to suppress the enemy. He rolled over and hid behind a stone pillar to the side for cover. Even so, he was shot in the leg.

"Damn it, I thought that bastard Chen Yaowen was so kind that he sent me to hide. I didn't expect him to want to kill me."

Huobaoming gritted his teeth, changed the magazine, and fired another volley of bullets.

Unfortunately, two fists are no match for four hands. Ating's side has the advantage in numbers and more firearms, so they can't win at all.

With his back against the rocks, Huobaoming's magazine was empty, and deep despair welled up in his heart. As the footsteps grew closer, he simply closed his eyes and waited for death.

"Bang." Suddenly, a gunshot was heard on the dark coast, and a younger brother beside Ating fell down and fell into the water with a splash.

A Ting still couldn't see the figure clearly.

"Da da da." Choking sounds continued to be heard in the darkness.

"Ah ah." There were few obstructions on the dock, and the younger brothers around Ating were shot one after another and fell down, screaming incessantly.

"Damn it! Who came to put out the fire and reported it? Who leaked the news?"

"Retreat." Ating had no choice but to make a quick decision. Although Huobaoming was right in front of him, it was obvious that the opponent had sufficient firepower.

In addition to sporadic black stars and rifle sounds, he even heard the sound of machine guns. This scale and formation was simply not something they could contend with.

There was no way the mission could be accomplished. As the fishing boat roared away, the gunfire gradually died down.

"Damn it, the boss's move creates the momentum of thousands of troops. I think the people in the pile of letters are scared to death." Greyhound cursed and turned off the noisy speakers.

Before shutting down, the sound of a rocket launcher was emitted from the speakers. The long hair was also covered with a heavy rain, which was a bit exaggerated. Fortunately, the person in the letter pile ran away quickly, otherwise he would have been exposed.

Without further ado, they drove the van directly to Huo Baoming. They knocked him unconscious with a single blow, tied him up, blindfolded him, and carried him into the car.

Back at the orchard, Zhou Shengpeng was eating cart noodles in the house, performing a violent inhalation.

"Boss, the person has been brought back and locked up in the basement."

Zhou Shengpeng put down his chopsticks and said, "You're pretty quick. Is the tape useful?"

Greyhound's face froze. "Boss, it's useful, but could you please not record the sounds of machine guns and rocket launchers in the future?"

"Oh, that's a bit exaggerated. Let's change the roll next time." Zhou Shengpeng just asked someone to record it from a war movie. Who knew that there was the sound of rocket launchers in it.

Ah Wu's face twitched. This boss was constantly jumping back and forth between being reliable and unreliable. He must be drunk.

Seeing that everyone was speechless, Zhou Shengpeng chuckled and said, "Well, don't worry about these details. Let's go see Huo Baoming first."

Zhou Shengpeng picked up a tissue, wiped the corner of his mouth, and walked towards the basement carelessly.

In the dim basement, Changfa and Sanying had been waiting there for a long time.

“Boss.

"Brother Peng."

After seeing Zhou Shengpeng come in, the two of them hurriedly greeted him. Zhou Shengpeng nodded, then walked over to the unconscious Huo Baoming.

Huo Baoming's eyes were now bound with black cloth, his mouth sealed tightly with yellow tape, and his body tied tightly with hemp rope.

When Zhou Shengpeng's eyes fell on the hemp rope, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch a few times.

The rope was tied across Huobaoming's chest and then wrapped around his shoulders, and then his hands were tied behind his back.

Isn't this the same method used in bondage games in pornographic magazines?

No need to guess, this tying method must have been done by Greyhound. He gave Greyhound a strange look, somewhat speechless. Huobaoming is a man, and tying him up like this is too humiliating. Greyhound has learned bad habits.

Zhou Shengpeng sighed and said, "Wake him up."

Sanying stepped forward and poured a basin of water over him. Huobaoming was choked awake and began to twist and struggle, making a whimpering sound from his mouth.

Zhou Shengpeng nodded to Sanying, and Greyhound and Long Hair retreated. Sanying immediately tore off Huobaoming's eye mask and the tape that sealed his mouth.

Huobaoming took a few deep breaths of fresh air, then looked up and saw the people in the room clearly.

There were three people in total, and one of them was a familiar face, Brother Hao who was doing business with him.

The handsome guy next to Hao is obviously the big brother. As for the guy standing next to him and watching him, he must be one of the younger brothers.

After seeing Brother Hao, Huo Baoming already had an idea in his mind.

"Bosses, even if the deal fails, we still have a basis in friendship. I can return your deposit to you. There's no need to make such a big fuss, right?" Huobaoming looked at Zhou Shengpeng and others and said cautiously.

Awu walked straight forward and slapped him. A crisp sound was heard, and Huobaoming lost a tooth.

"Just refund the deposit and that's it? Pu your mother, I came to you to buy some goods, and you guys got the cops on me, and almost made me go to Stanley for retirement."

"Luckily I ran fast, otherwise I wouldn't have the chance to stand here and settle accounts with you today."

Awu grabbed Huobaoming's hair and spit out saliva violently, his acting skills were first-rate.

Huo Baoming was so angry that his scalp was pulled and he cried out in pain.

"Let him go. You've even smoothed out my forehead wrinkles."