Chapter 90

That night, Yi Hai Hei Chai and Li Xin talked on the phone for an hour, after bargaining, both got satisfactory results.

As for A Le, who was supposed to be eaten by them, he seemed not to exist on the phone.

The dishes served on the table weren't worth mentioning; it was just a matter of who ate how many bites.

A Le likes fishing; he can go to Carp Gate and Big Burial, which are near the sea, where he can take a fishing rod every day to fish, otherwise he'd be bored.

After hanging up, he called Futou Jun; once connected, Li Xin didn't waste words.

He got straight to the point: "Brother Jun, if you want to quell the trouble and also get back at Wo Lueng Shing, then first light the fire; afterwards, Jordan will let you have a hand in it—any problem?"

Recently Futou Jun has been annoyed by Wo Lueng Shing to no end, so he wouldn't disagree; besides, he could still get some benefits in Jordan.

Now three top-tier gangs are against Wo Lueng Shing; they can't avoid dying.

"No problem, A Xin, I'll take care of it; tonight Jordan will be ablaze with fire, I'll fight for two days—honestly, these past few days Wo Lueng Shing has annoyed me to death."

"Damn, fighting them myself is too exhausting, with everyone behind me dragging their feet! This time it's good, with us three sides joining forces, there'll definitely be no problem."

Futou Jun's voice carried anger; he seemed truly furious.

This matter can't have Tian Hong go cause trouble; Tian Hong is the island's Thus line: Leader, so it's not appropriate for him to act, but he has a die-hard fan—let Tian Hong find him.

After Li Xin finished his call with Tian Hong, Tian Hong drove to Mong Kok.

Late at night, Mong Kok is even livelier than during the day.

Tian Hong followed Sha Qiang into Qiankun Media Company; upon arriving at Jing Kun's office, he took one look at the situation and found it somewhat eyesore.

The two waited outside the office; anyway, it wouldn't take much time.

Two minutes later, a woman dressed flamboyantly walked out of the office.

Tian Hong never knew how to write the two words "polite"; he just pushed the door and entered.

Jing Kun was about to flare up, but upon seeing that it was Tian Hong who entered, his expression changed instantly.

He immediately put on a welcoming smile, his hoarse voice very distinctive: "Tian Hong, how come you have time to come see Brother Kun today! Not easy."

Tian Hong ignored Jing Kun's teasing and said: "Brother Kun, I want to ask you for a favor—can you do it?"

Jing Kun walked out from behind the desk, came to Tian Hong's side, put his arm around his shoulder and sat on the sofa.

Then he said: "Speak, what's the matter? If Brother Kun can handle it, he will; if not, he'll find a way to get it done."

Tian Hong recalled the Big Brother's instructions and spoke frankly.

"Brother Kun, I've reached an agreement with Yi Hai Ma Wang: as long as you help him take two streets in Jordan, he'll hand over the Causeway Bay territory to me."

"In Yau Tsim Mong, only you, Brother Kun, have the ability to help me; Prince Brother and Tai Brother are too impulsive to handle this."

Jing Kun immediately understood: this is about provoking trouble and also being able to clean up afterward; this kind of task suits him indeed, and there's no one else.

How could those two brutes compare to him?

This is definitely A Xin's doing; otherwise, with Tian Hong's intellect, he wouldn't have thought of this.

Since A Xin agreed, this is easily handled; other things Brother Kun might not manage, but when it comes to stirring trouble and making peace, nobody is more professional than him.

With his arm around Tian Hong's shoulder, he said: "Tian Hong, the matter, Brother Kun will take care of it, but the medical and settlement expenses are for you to bear—no problem?"

Tian Hong agreed without hesitation: "No problem, Brother Kun; I'll take the benefits from this matter, there's no reason for you to lose money—just now I gave Sha Qiang a travel bag containing two million; it's not enough to reimburse you afterward."

Jing Kun patted Tian Hong's shoulder and said with a smile: "A Xin's handiwork, right? You couldn't have thought of paying first—this, A Xin really has a set of tricks; alright, just wait for the result—no problem."

"What is Wo Lueng Shing? A bunch of immortals who cling to power, refusing to relinquish it; does their gang even have any decent fighters? They're just a bunch of old fogies."

"Taking care of them is too simple; the loose ends, Brother Kun will also clean them up for you."

"Brother Kun, I owe you one; if there's anything, just say it—I, Luo Tian Hong, may be useless in other ways, but I'm not afraid of trouble; when you need me, I'll speak up and I'll settle it for you."

Tian Hong solemnly said to Jing Kun.

Jing Kun just likes that fearless spirit in Tian Hong—maybe it's a matter of affinity; to him, it's better than the Big Foolish Elephant and Sha Qiang.

After Tian Hong left, Jing Kun summoned A Wu and said directly: "Two hundred thousand—I want Jordan to be in chaos; can you do it?"

A Wu thought a moment and said: "Brother Kun, give me more money, and I'll bring back Lin Huai Le's head for you to kick like a ball."

Jing Kun rolled his eyes and snapped: "Are you fucking crazy about money? This little thing still needs extra cash? Besides, what do I want Lin Huai Le's head for? To use as a piss pot? You're brainless."

A Wu was a bit unwilling, still lobbying for more money: "Brother Kun, add a bit more—I handle things efficiently; as long as the money's there, I'll get the job done cleanly."

This really made Jing Kun laugh in anger; he snapped without good grace: "A Wu! Has the Big Brother ever shortchanged you? Your money-obsessed character—can't you change it?"

Upon hearing that, A Wu immediately left the office, walking to the doorstep still muttering: "Give me money, I can handle anything; don't make me refuse money—you might as well kill me! It's impossible."

Upon hearing that, Jing Kun picked up the folder on the desk and threw it over.

He shouted in the office: "Don't mutter quietly—I have sharp ears, I'll tell you."

This matter, Jing Kun didn't even take to heart; it's not worth worrying about—just Lin Huai Le's little tricks, which might work against Wo Lueng Shing, but against Jing Kun they're utterly useless.

Trying to take him down is too easy; without strength, you're just getting poked at random.

He's worth less than a fish ball—after all, a fish ball can at least fill your stomach; Lin Huai Le can only catch a fish, and it's questionable whether he could even make it into a fish ball.

Fishing Le has been feeling down lately; earlier the gang announced they wanted to invade Tsim Sha Tsui, after which his territory became gloomy.

No moment of peace!

He's just been pushed out by the gang as a cannon fodder; these days he's been wrangling with Futou Jun, delaying all the business on his turf.

The gang still hasn't given an explanation, fuck; if it weren't for the Thus line: Leader's position, he'd have wanted to quit—these old immortals, when there's trouble they all shrink back.

When there's nothing going on, they come out to cause a ruckus; when there's profit, they move faster than fucking young people.

The Mong Kok Thus line: Leader just nearby, Guan Zai Sen also fucking doesn't bother to help—you're just wasting, send some underlings over!

Only Huo Niu is still a person; despite Tai Kok Tsui being so difficult, they still sent him plenty of reinforcements, plus a stuttering lawyer.

At least they meant well!

No choice but to hold on, because Uncle Deng has already promised him: if he can secure a small piece of Tsim Sha Tsui territory, the next term's Thus line: Leader will be him.

He lacks the courage to refuse.

He wants to seize power.

Power is his obsession, because it is too tempting!