Chapter 427 Redemption
Hutchison's younger brothers immediately made way for the people from the Tiandao League to pass.
"Tsk, a bunch of pounces, I thought I finally had a chance to take action."
"That's right. They are all a bunch of cowardly wimps who can't help themselves."
"Fuck his mother, he looks pretty cool at ordinary times, but when it comes to the critical moment, he is no match for the old lady selling beef offal at the stall downstairs!"
Although He Ji's younger brothers could not take action, their mouths were not idle, and they madly attacked the people from the Tiandao League who were walking in front of them.
Although most of them speak Cantonese, Hong Kong, Macau and Taiwan have always been inseparable, so they can probably understand it.
Hearing the mocking words in their ears, the younger brothers of the Tiandao League all blushed, with anger, shame, and more of humiliation in their eyes.
As for Luo Fuzhu, he had already rushed out with his head down, fearing to stay for even a second longer.
Lin Minde also hid in the crowd and got out smoothly.
The rain hit their bodies and they all hung their heads like drowned dogs.
With the withdrawal of the Four Seas Gang and the Tiandao League, only the Sanlian Gang's brothers were left on the street, with blank eyes, unable to advance or retreat.
Uncle Zhongyong snorted coldly and tried to rush out with his men, but they were surrounded by the thugs from Hutchison Whampoa, who held machetes in their hands and refused to give in.
"You can come and go as you please in the Bamboo Union's territory, but this is Hutchison!"
"If you make a mistake, you must admit it. If you are beaten, you must stand at attention."
"Want to leave? Sure, but you'll have to pay a price."
Tsai Guanlun is a smart man. He chose to leave first. Considering Liu Weimin and his ability to understand current affairs, Lin Zehao could be let off the hook.
But Luo Fuzhu couldn't do that, and the Tiandao League wasn't qualified either, so if he wanted to leave, he had to pay the price of two streets!
The Sanlian Gang was the last to go, and they paid the heaviest price!
When Liang Kun in the crowd heard Brother Hao's words, his eyes suddenly lit up. He silently memorized them in his heart, preparing to use them when he wanted to discipline his younger brothers in the future. That feeling must be very impressive!
Just as Mr. Jin was about to speak, Earl Zhongyong spoke first, "Price? What price do you want?"
"Don't expect me to be like that loser Luo Fuzhu and give you two streets!"
"To put it another way, even if I wanted to give you the land, I don't have the power to do so."
The words of Lord Zhongyong were very harsh, leaving no room for maneuver at all.
When Old Jin heard this, his heart skipped a beat. Just as he was about to try to make amends, he saw Lin Zehao sneer and wave his hand, saying, "So you're just a little jerk. You're so arrogant. Go ahead and ask Lei Fuhong to give you the territory in exchange for someone else."
The eyes of the guys at Hutchison Whampoa lit up, their faces were filled with excitement, and their bodies were even shaking with excitement.
Finally, finally there is a chance to take action!
Now, many of Hutchison’s employees have returned from their rotation at the mines in Myanmar. After experiencing the battlefield atmosphere all the time, they are a little uncomfortable when they come back, especially since there are no major battles in Hong Kong Island.
This time I came to the treasure island, I finally have a place to use my skills!
The thugs from Hutchison swarmed forward, chopping down anyone they saw with their machetes!
A cold light flashed, and scarlet blood spurted out!
This time, the Sanlian Gang only mobilized more than 3,000 people, which was far from enough compared to Hutchison's 10,000 people!
What's more, even in terms of individual combat effectiveness, the San Lian Gang is far inferior to the thugs from Hutchison!
The moment the two sides came into contact, it was like a crushing defeat, leaving the Sanlian Gang completely unable to resist.
The shouts of killing were deafening, and there was a flash of swords and blood everywhere.
Even the police patrolling under martial law a few blocks away could vaguely hear something happening. The officers who had been specifically instructed by their superiors quickly retracted their necks and protected their ears, pretending nothing had happened.
At this time, a police officer asked in a trembling voice: "Captain, we just let Commissioner Lin go, is it really okay?"
The captain with three stars on his shoulders said, "What could it be? It's a routine inspection by our superiors, so we have to let them go. It's true that we can't afford to offend the director, but can we afford to offend the legislators?"
"As the saying goes, when gods fight, mortals suffer. We just need to follow the rules and no one can find fault with us."
The police officer at the side also echoed: "That's right, Commissioner Lin has such a grand display, more than a dozen Mercedes-Benz cars and all Toyota Hiaces, who would dare to stop them?"
"Even if I let you open the door and check, do you know what you'll see?"
While the police officers were discussing this, the battle on the front line entered a white-hot stage.
The Sanlian Gang's men were defeated step by step and had no power to fight back.
Every time we retreat two steps, a few of our younger brothers will lie down.
"Brothers, follow me and fight!"
Earl Zhongyong held a steel knife in his hand and roared to the sky, looking like a fierce general.
It's a pity that it would be more convincing if the beer belly wasn't so obvious.
Faced with Hutchison's overwhelming force, his methods of boosting morale were completely ineffective. If they couldn't win, they couldn't win. This wasn't an anime, so there was no such thing as a sudden explosion of power.
As more and more Sanlian Gang members lay on the ground wailing, although Uncle Zhongyong was protected by his subordinates, he still could not escape the fate of being captured.
"Lord Zhongyong is in our hands. Put down your weapon, squat on the ground and hold your head with your hands!"
After their boss was captured and after He Ji's propaganda, the members of the San Lian Gang, who had little fighting spirit to begin with, were completely crushed. They casually threw their weapons to the ground and squatted on the ground with their hands on their heads. Their entire set of movements was extremely smooth, making it hard to believe that they had not received any relevant training.
Twenty minutes later, all the Sanlian Gang members squatted on the ground in unison, holding their heads with their hands. No one was still standing, including Uncle Zhongyong and Old Jin.
The mixture of blood and rain created an extremely challenging environment for the San Lian Gang members as they lay wailing on the ground.
Oddly enough, when the winner was decided, the drizzle showed signs of stopping and the dark clouds in the sky were gradually dispersed by the sunshine.
The light shines upon the earth once again.
Darkness is hidden in the corner.
"Push to the street!"
"You talk so loudly, but if you really fight, it's not as satisfying as a piece of barbecued pork."
Yang Chengrong kicked Uncle Zhongyong to the ground, causing him to fall flat on his face. His hair and beard were instantly soiled and stained with a lot of filth, making him look somewhat disgusting.
"Damn it! You..." Uncle Zhongyong got up and just as he complained, Liangkun raised his leg and kicked him again, knocking him down in the rain.
"You are now defeated. Do you have the right to speak here?"
"Just listen to what Brother Rong says, you idiot!"
While cursing at Lord Zhongyong, Liang Kun gave a flattering smile to Yang Chengrong.
There was no way. After all, he joined Hutchison Whampoa after the destruction of Hung Hing. From a certain perspective, he was inferior to those who joined Hutchison Whampoa through normal channels.
Therefore, if people like them want to move up, they need to work harder.
"Ah Kun, that's a bit too much. After all, Uncle Zhongyong is the second-in-command of the Sanlian Gang. How can he be so rude?"
When Liang Kun heard Lin Zehao say this, his heart instantly jumped to his throat. He felt his heartbeat quicken, his legs went weak, and his whole body was drenched in cold sweat.
Just when he wanted to admit his mistake, Lin Zehao continued: "Let's leave it at that for now. Be careful next time."
There was no criticism, no punishment, and even the tone of voice was very calm.
At this time, a breeze happened to blow by, and Liang Kun felt a chill in his crotch. He finally reacted and said quickly: "Thank you, Brother Hao, thank you, Brother Hao..."
After he realized what was happening, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but shout wildly in his heart that he had finally made the right bet this time!
Leaving an impression here with Brother Hao, isn't this equivalent to being in the emperor's heart? Will you still worry about not having a chance to make a name for yourself in the future?
Uncle Zhongyong was lying in a mixture of rain, mud, and blood. He felt so sad that he couldn't face anyone. So he simply didn't get up and chose to lie down on the spot.
He is a well-known figure in the underworld of Taiwan. How can he survive if he is humiliated like this?
Mr. Jin also felt sad for the loss of a rabbit and the grief of his own kind. Just as he was feeling sad, Liang Kun grabbed his arm and pulled him up.
"You are a smart man and you know what to do."
"Call Lei Fuhong and ask him to use his land to redeem the person."
Lin Zehao sat in the extended back seat of the Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow, poured half a glass of whiskey, and drank while talking, looking very comfortable.
Mr. Jin took the call from his elder brother and, not daring to delay at all, immediately dialed Lei Fuhong's number.
At the same time, the news of the withdrawal of the Four Seas Gang and the Tiandao League has gradually spread to the underworld. As time goes by, the news of Lin Zehao's intervention in the Bamboo Union Gang is spreading at an incredible rate.
Not only was there an uproar in Taiwan's underworld, but even Hong Kong's underworld was shocked!
No one believed that under the tripartite alliance, the ultimate winner would be Lin Zehao!
Especially considering that he is a foreigner, it is beyond everyone's imagination!
Under such circumstances, Lei Fuhong received a call from Mr. Jin.
"Hello? Who is it?"
"Boss, it's me, Lao Jin."
Hearing the voice coming from the receiver, Lei Fuhong, who was sitting on the sofa, immediately sat up straight and asked impatiently, "How is it, is it done?"
Old Jin was a little speechless. He pondered for a long time before carefully asking, "Boss, didn't you hear any rumors?"
He didn't want to make a phone call at this time because he didn't want to endure Lei Fuhong's first and most intense anger.
But Wei Longhao had already spoken, and he had no other choice.
"Wind? What kind of wind?"
After confirming that Lei Fuhong really didn't know, Old Jin could only take a deep breath and said, "Boss, we failed. The Four Seas Gang withdrew first without any sense of justice, and the fence-sitter Tiandao League also ran away with its tail between its legs after sacrificing two streets of Tainan."
"Only our Sanlian Gang fought hard to the end, but unfortunately, our supernatural powers were no match for fate and we were defeated by Lin Zehao."
"Since Hutchison has Chen Qili's personal letter, we have really tried our best. Please punish us!"
The level of what Mr. Jin said perfectly demonstrated why he could serve as the military advisor of the Triple Alliance Gang.
Speaking is an art, and it is fully demonstrated at this moment!
Mr. Jin only heard a loud noise coming from his eldest brother's phone, followed by a dead tone. Just when he called back for the third time, his eldest brother's phone rang.
"Tell me, what's going on now."
Lei Fuhong's voice was heard again, which was much gloomier than before, and made people feel that it contained a strong anger.
"Boss, now all the brothers in our gang, including Uncle Zhongyong and me, are in the hands of He Ji. They want five streets of territory before they agree to release us. I..."
Mr. Jin spoke according to the conditions, but was interrupted by Lei Fuhong without any hesitation, "Five streets? Is Wei Longhao crazy? Just a few thousand people, not worth the price at all!"
Although Mr. Jin knew that what the other party said was true, a feeling of sadness still welled up in his heart.
"Three, three at most. Otherwise, let Hutchison sink all three thousand people into the sea. I will never pay a dime more!"
"Even if there are 3,000 pigs, it will take a while to kill them. You and Yong Bo brought 3,000 people with you, but they are still worse than 3,000 pigs!"
When Lei Fuhong said this, he almost roared, and Old Jin could even clearly hear the cracked tone.
This sentence, also spread along with the speakerphone function of my brother's phone, sounded particularly clear and harsh in this empty and silent street.
The younger brothers of the Sanlian Gang all lowered their heads, their faces full of shame and their hearts full of humiliation.
It doesn’t matter if they are looked down upon by outsiders. They are just not as skilled as others. There is nothing to say. They admit it!
But what are they trying their best for? Isn’t it to protect the interests of the gang?
Why, even the gang leader Lei Fuhong does not recognize them and even says that humans are worse than pigs!
What are they fighting so hard for?
At this moment, they felt that all the faith in their hearts had collapsed!
Including Uncle Zhongyong, who had been lying on the ground, had a confused look in his eyes. He had begun to doubt whether choosing Lei Fuhong as the gang leader was really the right choice.
Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Lin Zehao nodded slightly to Mr. Jin.
What he lacks is not the territory of a few streets, but he wants to make all the gangs in Taiwan see clearly that if they dare to go against Hutchison, they must pay the price!
Moreover, it would also hit the morale of the Triple Alliance Gang and sow some seeds of doubt, which would kill three birds with one stone. Why not do it?
After receiving Lin Zehao's message, Old Jin pretended to be silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Boss, Hutchison has agreed. It's just three streets."
Lei Fuhong was too lazy to talk nonsense, for fear that he would smash another big brother's phone. "Have Hutchison send someone to take over the three streets tonight and release the people when they move in."
After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.
After everything was settled, Mr. Jin breathed a sigh of relief. He returned the phone to the younger brother at Hutchison and looked at Lin Zehao eagerly, waiting for the next words.
(End of this chapter)
