Hong Kong Movie: Left Bao Er Right Xia He, All His Subordinates Are Incomparable

In the dimly lit mourning hall, Ding Yao's lips curled up into a playful smile, as if mocking all the hypocrisy in the world. When the six words "no struggle for power, no pursuit of profit" gently drifted into her ears, she almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

She looked up at the person who said this - Lei Fuhong, her eyes full of mockery and confusion.

"If you don't fight for power and profit, then why do you follow Lei Gong?"

Ding Yao muttered to herself, her expression impassive. She gently fiddled with the bouquet in her hands, a complex glint in her eyes. Was it because he was old, because he didn't bathe, or because he smelled like an old man? These thoughts flashed through her mind, then dissolved into a sneer.

Lei Fuhong obviously didn't notice Ding Yao's abnormality. He was still immersed in his own world, trying to impress everyone present with his sincerity.

"So, I don't want anyone to doubt her!" His words were firm, as if he was defending Ding Yao. However, Ding Yao could hear a hint of childishness and innocence in his words.

"If my father knew about this in his grave, he would probably be sad and upset.

"There was a hint of sadness in Lei Fuhong's words, but his eyes were unusually firm. This made Ding Yao look at him a few more times, thinking to herself: This man might not be as simple as he seems.

At this time, the yellow dog finally chose to remain silent. He slowly retreated behind the crowd, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

After all, his own son had spoken, and if he said anything more, he would probably end up like "Sima Zhao's intentions are known to everyone." The yellow dog sighed inwardly, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and compromise.

Seeing this, Ding Yao gently stroked her hair and gave Lei Fuhong a grateful look.

There was both gratitude and a hint of teasing in his eyes. Lei Fuhong suddenly felt an itch in his heart, as if something had gently touched him.

From the first time they met, Lei Fuhong fell in love with Ding Yao at first sight.

Unfortunately, Lei Gong had already taken the initiative and captured Ding Yao. Therefore, Lei Fuhong could only bury this feeling deep in his heart, occasionally imagining the scene of being with Ding Yao in his mind.

However, with the passing of Lei Gong, everything seemed to have changed.

The mourning hall was exceptionally deserted at night. Aside from a few elderly elders who had long since retired, there were only Lei Fuhong and Ding Yao. Looking at Ding Yao's lonely figure, Lei Fuhong felt an inexplicable urge surge in his heart.

He took off his suit, carefully draped it over Ding Yao's shoulders, and said softly, "Sister, the weather is getting colder, remember to put on more clothes."

How could Ding Yao not understand the other person's thoughts? She rolled her eyes a few times, and suddenly leaned close to Lei Fuhong, exhaling like orchids and said: "Lei Fu, am I beautiful?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Lei Fuhong's whole body shook violently, and the desire in his heart instantly took over.

He hugged Ding Yao in his arms and said with a dry mouth, "Beautiful... so beautiful." However, Ding Yao suddenly resisted violently and pushed him away.

Lei Fuhong was stunned for a moment, and asked in confusion, "What do you mean? Did I misunderstand?" Seeing this, Ding Yao smiled slightly and said slowly, "Actually, I know what you mean. But I am Lei Gong's woman after all. If I continue to be unclear with you, I am afraid that I will be condemned by thousands of people. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Lei Fuhong asked impatiently.

Ding Yao was silent for a moment, then said, "Unless you can become the leader of the Sanlian Gang. By then, I guess no one would dare to make such remarks."

Ding Yao's mind was as clear as a mirror. She knew that despite her years with Lei Gong, her position within the Sanlian Gang was shaky. In terms of strength, she couldn't match Huang Gou; in terms of wealth, she couldn't match Jin Ye; and in terms of prestige, she couldn't match Zhongyong Bo. These three were the strongest contenders for the new leader of the Sanlian Gang.

Therefore, Ding Yao decided to use Lei Fuhong and use him as a sucker.

After Lei Fuhong cleared all the obstacles, she would reap the benefits. Thinking of this, Ding Yao couldn't help but reveal a smug smile.

Lei Fuhong was immediately excited when he heard Ding Yao's conditions.

He looked around, making sure no one was around, then lowered his voice and said, "Alright! As the saying goes: If love lasts forever, it doesn't matter if you're together day and night. My goal this time was to be the leader."

To ensure that nothing goes wrong, I even hired a team of professional assassins from abroad!"

Hearing this, Ding Yao sneered inwardly, "Haha, young, lustful men are so easy to deceive." But on the surface, she showed an expression of anticipation and shyness, and said delicately, "Then... then I'll wait for you to give me a status."

Lei Gong was of noble status, so it was not until seven days and seven nights later that he was finally buried.

However, a country cannot be without a ruler for a day, and neither can a society be without a leader for a day. Therefore, the Sanlian Gang quickly launched a vigorous election meeting.

As Ding Yao had predicted, there were four leading candidates: Lei Fuhong, the only son of Lei Gong; the most senior and experienced Uncle Zhongyong; business tycoon Jin Ye; and Huang Gou, the leader of the Xinbei Tong. The atmosphere at the election site was tense and heated, with many discussing the matter.

"Is there any need to choose? The position of the leader must be taken by Young Master Lei!" said an elder who supported Lei Fuhong.

"That's wrong! The Tri-Union Gang is not the Lei family's family organization! Even the third leader of the Hongxing Gang is not named Jiang? What's more, Fu Hong is too young!" another opponent retorted.

"I agree! I support Mr. Jin! He has made a lot of money for the society over the years! What's more..." said another person who supported Mr. Jin.

"I am more optimistic about Lord Zhongyong! If it weren't for him, Lei Gong might not have become the leader." Lord Zhongyong's supporters were not willing to be outdone.

Hearing everyone's discussions, Lei Fuhong narrowed his eyes, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

He was well aware of the great threat posed by Uncle Zhongyong and Mr. Jin, but he did not show any anger.

Instead, he followed Ding Yao's instructions and stood up and said, "Dear uncles, please listen to me. First of all, thank you for your trust and support. But I am indeed still young and lack experience in the underworld. Whether it is Master Jin, Uncle Zhongyong, or Uncle Huang, they are all more suitable for the position of leader than me. I am not afraid of being laughed at! Even if the Sanlian Gang were handed over to me, I would not know how to manage it."

Lei Fuhong eased the tense atmosphere with just a few words.

Then he regained his seriousness and continued, "So! For the better development of the society, I have decided to withdraw from this election." After saying that, he actually left the meeting room without looking back.

Everyone was shocked by this. No one had expected Lei Fuhong to be so bold! Mr. Jin, Uncle Zhongyong, and Huang Gou all looked at each other with different thoughts. They were all trying to guess Lei Fuhong's true intentions and the deeper meaning behind his actions.

After leaving headquarters and returning to the car, Lei Fuhong's true colors were finally revealed. He peered out the car window at the main entrance of the Sanlian Gang and said in a sullen tone, "Hmph! Two old men and a martial artist are worthy of being the leaders of a gang? Since you insist on joining in the fun, don't blame me for being ruthless."

It turns out he was just acting! He was setting a trap for his competitors! He knew that his youth and lack of experience meant he would have a hard time winning if he directly participated in the election. Therefore, he decided to use a roundabout tactic, first withdrawing from the election and then using other means to eliminate those who threatened his position.

That evening, both Mr. Jin and Uncle Zhongyong received a call from Lei Fuhong. Lei Fuhong explained that he was planning to continue his studies abroad and had a few things he wanted to ask them for before leaving. After asking for the specific location, Mr. Jin and Uncle Zhongyong happily agreed to the appointment, even without their bodyguards.

However, they had no idea that after this trip, they would never come back... Lei Fuhong had already set a trap in secret, waiting for them to fall into it. When Mr. Jin and Uncle Zhongyong stepped into the trap set by Lei Fuhong, everything was doomed.