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

"Mr. Jin, this restaurant is really grand." Uncle Zhongyong looked around and exclaimed.

Mr. Jin smiled slightly, a sly look flashing in his eyes: "Yes, we must try the local specialties tonight. I heard that Lei Fuhong is already waiting impatiently."

As they chatted, the two entered the restaurant, passed through the luxuriously decorated corridor, and arrived at a reserved private room. The door was ajar, and through the gap, a figure could be seen swaying inside. Mr. Jin gently pushed the door open, only to see Lei Fuhong standing up and approaching with a smile.

"Mr. Jin, Uncle Zhongyong, you are finally here." Lei Fuhong's voice was filled with respect and expectation.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long." Mr. Jin responded politely and shook hands with Lei Fuhong.

Uncle Zhongyong also came forward to exchange a few words with Lei Fuhong, and the three of them sat around the round table. The table was already filled with a variety of specialties: oyster omelet, braised pork rice, Taiwanese three-cup chicken, basil scrambled eggs, oyster omelet... The aroma was so fragrant that it made people salivate.

"Ah Hong, these are the dishes you ordered, right? You are so thoughtful." Grandpa Jin looked at the table full of delicacies and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, Mr. Jin, I heard that you and Uncle Zhongyong both like these hometown dishes, so I ordered some specially." Lei Fuhong responded with a smile.

The three of them ate and chatted, and the atmosphere gradually became lively. Mr. Jin, the oldest, tasted the food briefly, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and asked, "Ah Hong, where are you going this time?"

Lei Fuhong put down his chopsticks and answered seriously, "I'm from the United States, studying business administration."

Grandpa Jin nodded in satisfaction, saying, "Business administration is a good option. The tide of time is unstoppable; those who follow it prosper, while those who resist it perish. In a decade or so, gangs will eventually be phased out. Take Hong Kong's Hung Hing and Tung Sing for example; they're all actively transforming and adopting corporate management. We, the Triple Alliance, must also implement this as soon as possible. When you return, you'll undoubtedly become a key figure in our gang's reform."

Uncle Zhongyong also nodded in agreement and said, "Yes. This time, no matter which of me and Master Jin takes the helm, the Sanlian Gang will be handed over to you after another term. You must learn well."

Upon hearing this, Lei Fuhong smiled modestly, "Thank you, Master Jin and Earl Zhongyong, for your trust. I will definitely study hard."

However, they didn't know that this was just a polite remark from Lei Fuhong to conceal his true intentions. When they were young, Mr. Jin and Uncle Zhongyong had followed Lei Fuhong's father, Lei Gong, on his journeys across the country and conquered the world, so they had deep feelings for the Lei family. But they underestimated Lei Fuhong's ambition.

Soon, the dinner was halfway through. Mr. Jin took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and asked, "By the way, didn't you say on the phone that you needed help? What's it?"

Upon hearing this, Lei Fuhong froze and fell silent. Mr. Jin and Uncle Zhongyong exchanged glances, wondering if the situation was serious. Little did they know that Lei Fuhong's hesitation wasn't due to a lack of words, but rather a lack of words. After all, it was just a random excuse he'd made up.

After a pause, Lei Fuhong patted his chest and said in a domineering tone, "Ah Hong, if you encounter any problems, just tell me! As long as it is within our capabilities, Mr. Jin and I promise to help you solve it!"

Mr. Jin also nodded in agreement. Hearing this, Lei Fuhong suddenly stood up and bowed respectfully to the two men: "A drop of kindness should be repaid with a flood. In that case, I would like to thank you in advance."

Mr. Jin and Uncle Zhongyong frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "Do we need to be polite to each other? Speak!"

So, Lei Fuhong stopped keeping the secret. His lips curled up, revealing a brilliant smile: "Actually, this favor is both difficult and simple. I just want you two to spend more time with my father, so he won't be lonely."

Hearing this, Uncle Zhongyong burst out laughing: "That's it? You're so startled and hesitant to speak, what else can I expect from you? Don't worry! Even if you don't say it, we will! We've been brothers for so many years!"

Mr. Jin also agreed, "Yes. I dare not talk to him every day, but there is no problem going to the cemetery once a few weeks to talk with him."

However, Lei Fuhong shook his head and explained with a smile, "No, no, no, you two misunderstood. When I say accompany you, I don't mean to the cemetery, but to go underground."

After hearing this, Mr. Jin and Uncle Zhongyong were immediately confused and clearly didn't understand. Mr. Jin asked in confusion, "Ah Hong, what do you mean?"

Seeing this, Lei Fuhong finally revealed his true colors: "Haha, Master Jin, Uncle Zhongyong, you too. You're already quite old, wouldn't it be better for you to go home and enjoy your retirement? You have to run for the leader position. If you don't work for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth! So, I can't do anything about it. I just hope that when you go to hell, you won't complain about me to this old man!"

As soon as he finished speaking, accompanied by a flurry of footsteps, the once quiet, spacious box suddenly filled with people! They were burly and fierce-looking, wielding machetes, steel pipes, baseball bats, and other weapons. Mr. Jin and Uncle Zhongyong were dumbfounded. They had never expected that their cunning and scheming would ultimately lead to their downfall at the hands of their most trusted junior.

"Ahong, you...you actually betrayed us!" Grandpa Jin was so angry that he was shaking all over.

Uncle Zhongyong was furious. He slammed the table and stood up, puffing his beard and glaring, "Fuck, you little bastard! After all this time, you're still playing two-faced here? Not to mention you, even if Lei Gong were still alive, he wouldn't be so bold!" After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the box: "I want to go home now, let's see who dares to stop me!"

However, he had just taken two steps when he was stopped by Lei Fuhong's men. Uncle Zhongyong's eyes widened and he glared at them: "How dare you!"

Lei Fuhong sneered, "Uncle Zhongyong, you'd better stay here obediently. Don't worry, I won't treat you unfairly."

Upon hearing this, Zhongyong Bo was furious. He hadn't expected these guys to actually dare to attack him. He roared, "You are so ungrateful! Get out of my way!" Then, waving his fists, he charged at the men blocking his way.

Seeing this, his men rushed forward, brandishing their weapons. For a moment, the box was filled with the clashing of swords and the whistling of fists. Though nearly sixty years old, Earl Zhongyong, with years of martial arts training, remained as vigorous as ever. His fists whirled with the force of a fierce, ferocious wind as he engaged his men in a fierce battle.

Zhongyongbo's movements were lightning-fast, his punches swift as the wind, each one imbued with astonishing power. Despite his sheer numbers, his men retreated under Zhongyongbo's fierce attack. One man armed with a steel pipe, just as he charged forward, was kicked to the ground by Zhongyongbo; another man armed with a machete was struck in the chest by Zhongyongbo, spitting blood and falling to the ground.

However, Lei Fuhong's men were numerous. They continued to pour in from all directions, surrounding Zhongyongbo. Despite his immense bravery, Zhongyongbo gradually began to feel the strain. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and his face showed signs of fatigue.

At this moment, Mr. Jin suddenly shouted, "Uncle Zhongyong, you go first! I will hold them back!" As he said that, he picked up a wine bottle from the table and smashed it at his men.

Hearing this, Uncle Zhongyong was deeply moved. He nodded to Mr. Jin and said, "Mr. Jin, take care of yourself!" As he spoke, he took the opportunity to rush towards the door of the box.

However, just as he was about to rush out of the box, a burly man blocked his way. Holding a baseball bat, he wore a sinister smile on his face. "Want to leave? Not so easy!"

Uncle Zhongyong shouted angrily, "Get out of here!" and rushed towards the big man, waving his fists. The big man, not to be outdone, rushed forward waving a baseball bat.

The two men immediately engaged in combat. Zhongyongbo's fists rained down on the large man, but he remained motionless, like a fortress of steel. Instead, each swing of his baseball bat sent a whistling sound, making it difficult for Zhongyongbo to defend himself.

After several rounds, Zhongyongbo gradually fell into a disadvantage. His face showed a look of pain, and the wounds on his body continued to ooze blood...