Chapter 1484

The development of Tsim Sha Tsui was in the late 1970s, so Tsim Sha Tsui at this time had not yet developed into the prosperous look it had later.

But even so, this place was far more lively than Fanling. There were gambling dens, brothels, opium dens, etc., as well as various restaurants and snack stalls.

The signs of each shop already had quite a bit of neon.

Three vans stopped at the entrance of a gambling den in Tsim Sha Tsui, and more than twenty people got off the cars one after another.

"Wang Sheng, please don't be impulsive." Peng Yunliang followed Wang Yan with a look of despair.

Li Kuiyong said: "Mr. Peng, my Brother Yan is very reasonable, but listening to the conduct of the gangs here, I think they are not very reasonable. We can only talk with fists!"

Wang Yan nodded with a smile, hugging Li Kuiyong's shoulder: "Dayong, you've made progress. You see the problem very thoroughly."

"If I haven't made progress after following you all day, what would I have become?"

Wang Yan laughed out loud and patted Peng Yunliang on the shoulder: "Mr. Peng, you go first, don't bring trouble to yourself. These people are all bullies who are afraid of the tough."

"Wang Sheng is joking. No matter what, we support you." Peng Yunliang grabbed Wang Yan's arm, "Wang Sheng, let me speak first in a while. Let's try to turn a big matter into a small one."

Wang Yan was noncommittal and just walked in with Peng Yunliang and others.

The commotion they made when they came over was not small, and the people inside had long been prepared.

Even the gamblers who were originally smoking and gambling paused, silently giving up their positions, watching the excitement. They planned to continue playing after this was over.

"Why, bringing so many people over, is your Peng family going to step on my hall?" A man wearing a white undershirt, black trousers, cloth shoes, and a head a circle larger than ordinary people, smoking a cigarette, opened his mouth.

"Big Head Keung, we don't want to find trouble. We are here to pick up people. Let us see them first." Peng Yunliang hurriedly pulled Wang Yan and stepped forward.

"Humph!"

Big Head Keung waved his hand, "Drag those two losers out."

Not long after, Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong, who were beaten black and blue, were dragged out and thrown on the ground.

"Brother Yan!"

Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong saw Wang Yan and seemed to be about to cry. They were finally saved...

"Name your price." Peng Yunliang looked at Wang Yan's expression, and seeing no indication, he hurriedly spoke.

"Straightforward, worthy of being a Peng family member, a big shot." Big Head Keung laughed out loud, "Twenty thousand each! Take the money and release the people."

"Why don't you go rob!" Peng Yunliang shouted angrily, "You've beaten people like this, and you still ask for so much?"

"Look, let me calculate for you. Do you need a hard-work fee for teaching these two losers a lesson? My brother's fists were broken when he hit them, do you need medical expenses? You dirtied my floor, do you need... ah..."

Wang Yan kicked him flying with one foot, turned his head to look at the dumbfounded Peng Yunliang: "Did you see? They don't listen to reason; they are clearly bullying people. Brothers, why are you stunned? Hit them! Hit them until they smoke!"

Li Kuiyong shouted, flew up, and kicked one person in front of him. The militiamen behind were also merciless, rushing up and beating everyone they saw.

However, they didn't go for the kill, mainly focusing on making these gangsters lose their combat effectiveness.

In less than five minutes, the battle in the gambling den ended.

The militia captain of the commune walked to Wang Yan's side, a man in his thirties who was quite dissatisfied: "Factory Director Wang, these people can't take a beating. This is it?"

"Reactionaries are all paper tigers. Look at their cowardly appearance. Calling them reactionaries is praising them. Bullying the soft and fearing the hard is the nature of gangsters. How can these people have any real skills? They just rely on having many people, led by a few bad-hearted ones, to oppress the good."

Wang Yan walked a few steps unhurriedly: "Big Head Keung, Brother Keung! Are you very powerful?"

"If you have the guts, don't leave!" Big Head Keung clutched his chest and made a strong sound with great difficulty.

It made Wang Yan laugh. He pulled a chair and sat down next to Big Head Keung: "I won't leave. Let's settle the account. There are twenty-three brothers of ours who did it, and their hands were broken. Some of them were kicked twice. Should medical expenses be calculated? Fighting is the most physically exhausting. Should hard-work fees be calculated?

Look, my two brothers were beaten by you until they don't look like humans. Medical expenses must not be short. Also, you bullied them with so many people, causing them great psychological damage. Mental damage fees are a must.

How about this, compensate them five thousand each, and twenty-three thousand for each of my brothers. Added together, it's five hundred and sixty thousand. Let's round it up to six hundred thousand. This matter will be over."

"Why don't you go rob?" Big Head Keung shouted angrily.

"I am robbing you, isn't it obvious?" Wang Yan said with a smile, "You definitely can't come up with this money. Let someone find your big brother and come over. I estimate your big brother can't come up with this either. It's best to find Heung Yim directly. Also, take out all the money you have here first."

"I'm afraid you have the life to take it, but not the life to spend it. Do you really think... ah..."

Accompanied by a crack, everyone present felt a tremor in their hearts. It was Wang Yan who stepped on and broke one of Big Head Keung's legs.

"Brother Keung, I heard that the boss of Yee Kwan is called 'Limp Ho'. I'm afraid you will be 'Limp Keung' in the future." Wang Yan leaned over, supporting his knees with both hands, "If you say any more useless threats to me, I will break your five limbs. You will suffer a lot then..."

So Big Head Keung became honest and didn't dare to fart anymore, instructing his subordinates to find his big brother, and also said the password of the safe and took out a pile of money and IOUs...

Seeing all this, the dumbfounded Peng Yunliang became even more dumbfounded.

Seeing him like this, Li Kuiyong curled his lips and spoke: "Mr. Peng, you'll get used to it. You've just known Brother Yan for too short a time. These gangsters are really no good. They are far worse than those in Beijing. Right, Yuemin."

Zhong Yuemin...

Zhong Yuemin, who was in pain, gave Li Kuiyong a white eye, indicating that he didn't want to talk.

Peng Yunliang ignored Li Kuiyong and walked a few steps to Wang Yan's side: "Wang Sheng, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Let's go. Don't worry, if there is any trouble later, we will support you. Even if we can't support you, there is still Xinhua News Agency."

"How can I bring more trouble to my own people?" Wang Yan shook his head, "Mr. Peng, you go first, I can solve it."

"Oh my..."

Peng Yunliang was so anxious that he was about to jump, but no matter how he said it, Wang Yan just wouldn't leave, instead flipping through the IOUs and talking to the people around him.

"See? They set up a trap to lure people into gambling. At first, they let people win a little, then they let people lose everything, and then they lend them money.

They can't take this money away either. They have to continue playing here, winning and losing. In the end? They are skinned and cramped, and nothing is left. Look, there are even those who mortgage their wives and children. This is the capitalism that pits people and harms people. Comrades must be vigilant."

The militia captain said: "Really bad! Wang Yan, you know a lot. Were the landlords in the past like this?"

"More or less. If the harvest is not good, the land is not harvested, and there is not enough food for people to eat, what should they do? They must borrow grain. After borrowing grain from the landlord, even without compound interest, the grain won't be enough to eat next year. What if there is another crop failure? If the old grain is not returned, and new grain is owed, how to return it? Mortgage the land to the landlord.

What if they lose their land? Rent the land they have already mortgaged to the landlord and continue to plant. After that, the harvest is bad again, and they have to pay the landlord's rent, so they have to borrow new grain. If they can't return it again, what should they do?"

"Sell their sons and daughters!" The militia captain took the words.

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "Then the whole family became the landlord's slaves, with no way out. So our Party is amazing. It has been like this for thousands of years, and now it is the people who are the masters."

Big Head Keung, who had already adapted to the pain of his broken leg and was still grimacing, was sweating coldly as he listened.

He couldn't figure out what these people were here for. Could they be the vanguard of the mainland's attack? But he didn't dare to ask. Let alone ask, he didn't even dare to groan loudly...

Li Kuiyong counted the money and greeted: "Brother Yan, there are twenty-six thousand two hundred here. What should we do with this money?"

"Take it, what else can we do? This is considered interest for the delay." Wang Yan said as a matter of course.

You have to know that this is 1970. Hong Kong has not yet become one of the Four Little Dragons and has not taken off. More than twenty thousand is really not a small amount of money. Six hundred thousand, Heung Yim would tremble in his heart when he comes over.

After waiting for half an hour, the militiamen watching the situation at the entrance of the gambling den said that people were gathering outside with sticks. In the following time, more and more people gathered, probably five or six hundred.

The main character finally appeared. It was a sturdy middle-aged man wearing a Tang suit, with quite a bit of old money style.

"This is Lam King, a veteran of Sun Yee On, very powerful." Peng Yunliang introduced him to Wang Yan.

"Veteran? Big Head Keung doesn't have a very high position, so a veteran comes?" Li Kuiyong expressed that he couldn't understand.

"The organizational structure is loose. How many years have they been operating? This is something that changes with development. Hong Kong has recovered its vitality since the war, and they have no pursuit of internal administrative efficiency. It's not time yet."

Wang Yan explained, then walked forward with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Mr. Lam, did you bring the money?"

Lam King narrowed his eyes and said with a sinister smile: "I heard you are from the mainland? Such a big appetite?"

Wang Yan smiled: "Then will you give it or not?"

Lam King sneered: "Seeing you are so confident, you must have some reliance. I don't want to make a big deal out of it. I'll give you a chance. Take your people and leave. Let's just leave it at that."

"Tsk tsk." Wang Yan couldn't help shaking his head, "What is your mission? Isn't it to wait for an opportunity to counterattack? Why don't you want to make a big deal out of it here? Huh?"

He turned back to Li Kuiyong, the militia captain, and others, "See? This is a paper tiger. Being a gangster so arrogantly, when it really comes to the real thing, they are very cowardly."

"Young man, don't be too arrogant. Such a big matter is not something you can talk about randomly." Lam King's face turned green, but he still suppressed his temper.

He already knew the cause and effect of the matter. A group of people from the mainland were treated as honored guests by Peng of Fanling, and they actively helped to settle the trouble. They even communicated with the upper levels of Sun Yee On. This was not so simple.

How could he know that the Peng family invited Wang Yan to help point out the path to make money, and there was nothing else.

Wang Yan knew at a glance that this kid was thinking too much, so he smiled: "Mr. Lam, don't think too much. Look at me, young, can I have official business? This trip to Hong Kong is just an invitation from Mr. Peng to broaden my horizons."

Lam King sneered and didn't speak. Could he not think so? He was just afraid that it might be true...

"If you don't believe it, call Xinhua News Agency and verify it."

So Lam King smiled even colder.

Wang Yan shook his head helplessly: "Fine, Mr. Lam, let me tell you the bottom line. If I didn't come, that's fine, but since I'm here, I have to get rich. Six hundred thousand, not a cent less."

"You're dreaming! Get out!"

Slap...

Watching Lam King spin and fall to the ground, Wang Yan flicked the cigarette butt onto his face: "You don't want face when given face!"

After saying that, without waiting for Lam King to react and call people to hack him, he bumped into the crowd first.

Behind him, Li Kuiyong and others didn't hesitate and fought behind Wang Yan. However, they didn't have Wang Yan's skills and fought together in a formation.

Li Kuiyong, who was on the head, didn't have this awareness. Whenever he broke away, the militia captain would always pull him back...

The battle lasted less than seven or eight minutes and ended. Wang Yan was covered in blood, holding an iron rod, panting as if he were very tired. Around him were Li Kuiyong and others who were panting. They all suffered varying degrees of injuries, and some were even hacked several times.

And at their feet were groups of wailing gangsters, some beaten until their heads were broken and bleeding, some beaten until their hands and feet were broken, some covering their crotches and crying. In short, it was very miserable.

On the periphery, there were hundreds who didn't dare to do anything, but they didn't dare to leave, so they could only separate by twenty meters with a look of vigilance...

It couldn't be blamed on them. After all, fighting on weekdays was just a formality, and there were not many people who really fought to the death. After all, everyone was relying on the gang to make money, relying on the gang not to be bullied, and being able to bully others. But if they really wanted to fight for their lives, most people couldn't do it.

Wang Yan and others were different. They didn't hold back even when there were many people, and they beat people to death. In such a short time, none of the nearly two hundred people lying on the ground were intact.

Too scary!

Wang Yan took out a cigarette and distributed it, then lit it himself, and walked to Lam King: "Mr. Lam, you see, my comrades were all hacked and injured by your people. Do you need medical expenses? Do you need hard-work fees? Do you need mental damage fees? I'll give you a discount, ten thousand each, added together is eight hundred thousand. I don't know if you have money now?"

Lam King had already stood up, one side of his face was swollen high, and several teeth were pulled out.

He gritted his teeth: "Yes!"

"Look, wouldn't it be fine if you did this earlier? You had to make such a big fuss."

Wang Yan patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, "You don't know my name yet, right? My name is Wang Yan. Don't look for me later if you want revenge and don't know who to find. I will stay here for about half a month. You figure it out. Alright, that's all I'll say. Let someone take the money, and I'll leave after taking the money."

Blowing a puff of smoke at Lam King, Wang Yan sneered, turned around and went to find Peng Yunliang, asking him to arrange a doctor to check the injuries for everyone.

After all, they were hacked by knives, so they had to deal with it. Tetanus would not be good...

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