Chapter 158: Wind Rising, Clouds Surging

Tsim Sha Tsui.

The Hung Hing nightclub was awash in red lights and green wine, a scene of drunken revelry.

At that moment, the men and women on the dance floor were swinging their bodies with all their might, and the resident DJ, gripping the microphone, was shouting hoarsely into it.

No one knew that a conspiracy had just begun to unfold; a girl with dyed blue hair, for some unknown reason, began foaming at the mouth and slowly collapsed onto the dance floor.

At first, her companions did not notice, but only after the music ended and the crowd dispersed did they realize something was wrong.

In an instant, the men and women on the dance floor began screaming.

The scene in the main hall had already alerted the on-duty hall attendant.

A Hung Hing lackey walked over while shouting, "Just dance if you're going to dance, what's all the noise for!"

Only when he got closer did the Hung Hing lackey's face change dramatically, because the girl had just been sold the goods by him; he immediately grabbed his walkie-talkie and said, "Piao Ge, something's happened."

Piao Ge and Asan immediately rushed to the main hall, both breaking out in cold sweat, they were also a bit dumbfounded—just selling some laundry powder, how did it turn into a loss of life!

Originally, they had only wanted to unload the goods immediately without alerting the Hung Hing higher-ups.

Under normal circumstances, this should not have been a problem.

Who would have thought that on the very first day, a major incident would occur.

This would inevitably draw the attention of the Hung Hing higher-ups; failure to maintain order at the venue, coupled with violating gang rules, meant he could not escape blame no matter what!

Piao Ge and the others quickly pushed through the crowd, and the tall, burly Hung Hing lackeys joined hands to form a human wall.

"It's just heatstroke, what's all the fuss about!"

"Pretty boy, I warn you not to talk nonsense!"

Several lackeys lifted the pretty girl up and dragged her into the office.

"It's obvious they were killed by their own laundry powder!"

"When I just took it over, I felt it was a bit powdery."

In the dance hall, a group of good-for-nothings were arguing loudly, clearly unwilling to let the matter rest; that dead pretty girl was someone they had brought over.

Piao Ge put his arm around the shoulders of the two most vocal pretty boys: "You two finished talking?"

"What do you mean?"

One of the good-for-nothings turned his head and asked.

"So much talk, go die!" Piao Ge directly slammed the two heads together hard!

Fighting Hung Hing—this is well-known.

Piao Ge and Asan, as capable aides of the Taizi, are also Taizi's carefully trained lackeys, and their strength is absolutely not to be underestimated.

These two good-for-nothings felt their heads buzz with a boom, and in an instant, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty sensations exploded in their brains, after which they lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.

For a moment, all was silent as cicadas in winter.

Piao Ge looked around, pointed at the two people lying on the ground, and said: "Throw those two out for me!"

"And if anyone else talks nonsense, they'll end up like those two!"

After dealing with these troublemakers, Piao Ge and Asan immediately returned to the office, where they found a packet of laundry powder on the pretty girl's body.

We're all out here making a living—haven't we seen pigs run even if we haven't eaten pork?

The two examined it closely and it was clearly fake.

Piao Ge immediately called A Zha: "A Zha, what the hell are you up to! Someone in our venue ate your powder and died, and we found fake goods on her—are you playing me!"

A Zha vehemently denied: "What does it have to do with me? The goods were handed over to you, you inspected them yourself, and now you're blaming me? I don't even know what happened!"

After saying that, A Zha hung up the phone directly.

The goods I inspected myself—A Zha couldn't possibly not know, could he?

"Beep beep beep~"

"Damn it! Curse your old mother, these Vietnan bastards are so greedy for small gains, they've screwed us over big time!"

Piao Ge slammed the phone down onto the table with Abang.

Asan thought for a moment and said: "Under normal circumstances, the Vietnam Gang wouldn't be greedy for such small profits..."

"That's his business, but the problem is they've dragged us into this—how do we explain it to Taizi Ge? How do we explain it to the company?" Piao Ge fumed.

……

The next day.

Tsim Sha Tsui.

Xin Tong Le Shark's Fin Restaurant.

Paper can't wrap fire; under the order of Big Brother, Dumu brought Ya Qi to come find Piao Ge and Asan.

As fellow Hung Hing lackeys, Piao Ge and Asan found a high-class old-established restaurant to entertain the two.

At that moment, beside the private room, there were still many Hung Hing lackeys from the Tsim Sha Tsui branch, each tall and burly, strong and sturdy.

As disciples of the Hung Hing God of War Taizi, being able to fight comes first.

But in Dumu and Ya Qi's eyes, they amounted to nothing.

Seeing Dumu and Ya Qi eating with sweat pouring down their foreheads, Piao Ge smiled and said: "Dumu Ge, Ya Qi Ge, I didn't recommend the wrong place, did I—is the food at this place good or not?"

Dumu showed no expression and said: "The taste is not bad." As he spoke, he put his bowl down on the table.

Asan puffed on his cigarette and said: "By the way, Dumu Ge, why did you suddenly come to look for us?"

"What, you don't welcome me?"

"How could that be—look, I brought plenty of brothers over to welcome you!" Piao Ge said.

Dumu looked around and said with deep meaning: "Everyone's eyes are so fierce and menacing—do they welcome me?"

Piao Ge immediately shouted at the lackeys: "Hey, you guys, go over there and eat!"

After saying that, Piao Ge smiled at Dumu and said: "Dumu Ge, don't take offense—my people just haven't seen much of the world."

The henchmen of the Tsim Sha Tsui branch, hearing the vague words, all turned their heads; this scene was clearly meant to intimidate Dumu and Ya Qi.

Dumu rubbed his belly, let out a satisfied burp, and said: "Not having seen the world is no problem; what matters most is how well you do your work."

He took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, and continued: "Yesterday, a woman died at your place; now her old man has come to cause trouble—how did this happen?"

"Brother Dumu, these things in entertainment venues—we really can't control them!"

"Some of them bring things into the private rooms; we can't keep an eye on them at all."

Piaohu and Asan immediately shoved all the blame onto the customers.

Dumu spat a mouthful of white smoke toward the ceiling.

Dumu said calmly: "Do you two even have a share? Speak honestly, and then I can help you."

Piaohu completely failed to grasp Dumu's meaning, instead putting on the act of a well-behaved student and said: "Words shouldn't be spoken carelessly, Brother Dumu! When we worshipped Guan Erye, we knew Hung Hing doesn't touch laundry powder."

"We know the rules." Asan also chimed in.

Seeing the two still beating around the bush, Ya Qi sneered: "But someone told me you're scattering goods in your venue!"

Piaohu hurriedly denied it outright: "Jianghu rumors are all fake!"

"Exactly, exactly!"

The two still stubbornly refused to admit it, insisting it was just rumors.

Dumu smoked coldly: "You put it so well—with this explanation, do you think Big Brother will be pleased?"

For a moment, Piaohu and Asan were left speechless.

Dumu continued: "You got into trouble, and the company sent me to handle it—you at least owe me an explanation?"

"Brother Dumu, we respect you, which is why we chat with you, but when it comes to giving an account, we answer to Taizi Ge—it's not your place to manage us!" Piaohu lifted his head, glanced sideways, and spoke with a yin-yang tone.

Asan behind him also puffed on a dull cigarette: "Tsim Sha Tsui has always been Taizi Ge's territory!"

The two invoked the name of the Hung Hing God of War Taizi, implying Dumu was overreaching and should mind his own business,

Ya Qi said in a deep voice: "Taizi has recently gone abroad—are you two using his name to pressure us?"

"Did we say that?" Piaohu immediately denied it outright.

With a flick of his finger, Dumu tossed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, exhaled a mouthful of smoke, and said: "Taizi? Taizi is just a hair!"

"Piaohu, Asan, stop beating around the bush! I'm teaching you—tell your supplier A Zha to send a few guys to take the fall, don't bring trouble upon yourselves!"

Before coming, Xing Shu had already informed Dumu of the underworld gossip: last night, not only did someone die at a Hung Hing venue, but also at the Xin Ji and Shui Fang venues, and the goods came from Tony and his three brothers of the Vietnam Gang.

Piaohu laughed: "What supplier? You make it sound like we're really involved, Brother Dumu—don't toy with us! We answer to Taizi Ge; we don't need you to tell us how to do things..."

"Nonsense!"

Seeing the two still unrepentant at the critical moment, Dumu gave them a way out, but they kept circling back, so he grew weary of words and swung a punch that overturned the entire table!

"Bang!"

A table full of mountain delicacies and seafood scattered across the floor!

Dumu stood up and said to Ya Qi: "Let's go!"

(End of chapter)