Rebirth in Hong Kong: The Tallest Tree Catches the Most Wind

Chapter 25 Head Down

One day later.

Private room at the Qingshan Road Nightclub.

"Hahaha..."

Limping Ka held his wine glass and gestured to Bao Qiang, "Come on, cheers! Your replacement of Wu Tianyao begins from this moment."

Leopard Qiang quickly raised his wine glass and clinked it against him, saying, "Thank you, Lame Master."

He downed the glass of red wine in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes.

Just a lowly scoundrel, he thinks he's invincible after taking down one fellow Daoist?

The action plan has been leaked to the crippled guy; prepare your wreaths and wait for you!

"You're very clever." Limpy Guy put down his wine glass, took out five thousand yuan and tossed it to Leopard Strong: "I, Limpy Guy, never make things difficult for clever people."

"Thank you, Lame Master!"

Leopard Qiang's smile stretched from his mouth to his neck.

"Hey, buddy." Old Ding glanced at Leopard Qiang as he left. "Why waste five thousand yuan on a loser like that?"

Although Bao Qiang betrayed Wu Tianyao by giving him information, Lao Ding still looked down on this kind of person.

They went to inspect the venue, but even the leopard-like guard didn't dare to utter a sound; he was only fit to eat bananas.

"Hey, that's not how it works." The lame guy swirled the red wine in his glass. "Five thousand dollars to buy Wu Tianyao's territory is a good deal."

Once we've taken care of Wu Tianyao, we can seize their territory in one fell swoop.

Does someone like Leopard Strong really think he can just wait to rise to the top?

pick.

Once they take care of Wu Tianyao and step onto their territory, the first person they'll deal with is Leopard Qiang, and they'll have to return the five thousand yuan, principal and interest.

Old Ding's eyes lit up. "Old Master Ding is truly shrewd!" he thought. "I'll go make the preparations. We'll make sure Wu Tianyao and his gang don't return!"

"What happened to Ah-Ma is what happened to them." The lame man downed his drink in one gulp, muttering to himself, "Zi Hua Xin, Zi Hua Xin, trying to protect the gang by supporting Si-Jiu? Too bad, you've scattered too many times with Yi He Dan!"

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in the afternoon.

Inside a small doorway in the industrial building.

Wu Tianyao picked up the manuscript in front of him and scanned it, becoming more and more satisfied with it.

The interview with dock owner Wang Heting, filmed by Wang Qing, will be released soon.

They have already prepared the script and are just waiting for the program to air so they can promote it and create momentum in the media.

Small workshops are known for their ruthless use of ingredients; they'll put anything on them.

They dare to use headlines like "Suspected collusion between the Labour Department and mainland bosses..."—they're all about sensationalism.

"Not bad." Wu Tianyao put down his manuscript and glanced at the paparazzi Jun who brought the tea. "Aren't you afraid the cops will drag you to the police station for tea?"

"Don't worry, boss, Hong Kong upholds freedom of speech." Pao Zai Jun sat down and took the cigarette Wu Tianyao tossed to him. "These foreigners know what's going on. Don't worry, this industry is very sophisticated."

He lit a cigarette and leaned forward: "The cripple and that Old Ding you told us to follow have been thoroughly investigated."

"This is the key to the lame guy's house. Just insert it and turn it, and you can come in anywhere."

Wu Tianyao took the keys and looked at them: "You even got the keys?"

"My dad is a lock-picking expert," Gou Zai Jun boasted, patting his chest. "He was arrested and imprisoned for five years for picking the lock on the home of the editor-in-chief of the Oriental Daily."

But he's much more low-key now; he can fix the kind of lousy lock that crippled guy has in his house in thirty seconds.

"Alright! Let's take the brothers out for tea and find some women."

Wu Tianyao took out an envelope and tossed it to him, then grabbed his keys and went out.

Qin Hao, Fei Sha, and the others immediately surrounded him, all looking at Wu Tianyao and waiting for his instructions.

"Dogs eat shit, wolves eat meat. Whether you're a wolf or a dog, you'll know after one look!" Wu Tianyao succinctly stated, "If you want to eat meat, you have to be brave and daring, and do everything according to plan."

"good!"

Hua Zai Rong, Quan Zai, and the others nodded in agreement and quickly got into their cars and left.

Wu Tianyao took a deep drag of his cigarette, flicked the butt away, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He opened the car door and got in: "Fei Sha, drive!"

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Mahjong parlor.

Business here this afternoon was as good as usual.

First floor.

The cleaver in Old Ding's hand gleamed coldly under the lamplight. He and his men stood by the crack in the door, watching the hall, waiting for Wu Tianyao and his group to come in.

The second floor.

The lame man sat leisurely at the middle mahjong table, sipping tea from his teacup and patiently playing mahjong while waiting.

A pot of tea.

Two pots of tea.

It was already dark, and the brown color had long since faded, but Wu Tianyao and the others had not appeared.

"pick!"

Old Ding came up from the first floor, pulled out a chair, and took a swig of plain water that had lost its tea color: "I'm going to go and deal with that bastard Leopard Qiang right now, for daring to spread false information!"

"Not necessarily." Limpy Guy frowned, though displeased. "He certainly wouldn't dare give false information. Maybe Wu Tianyao is spineless, or maybe he changed the time."

"From now on, we'll stick to this setup. Whether it's today, tomorrow, or some other day, we'll make sure they never leave alive!"

Limpy Guy was certain that Leopard Qiang was eager for Wu Tianyao to die and wouldn't dare to lie to him: "I'm leaving, I have dinner with the boss tonight."

"it is good."

Old Ding instructed his men to take the lame man over, while he himself went for a walk around the place. There was basically nothing going on at the place that evening, so Old Ding drove back.

Inside the building.

Old Ding walked upstairs with a cigarette in his mouth.

Hongfei stood against the wall with a newspaper between his fingers, and his henchmen were doing the same.

After being recruited by Wu Tianyao, they followed Quanzi.

It was their first time working, and everyone was full of energy and spirit, ensuring a successful first battle.

Old Ding pulled out a dagger from his pocket, turned around without hesitation, and ran downstairs.

If there are people blocking the way, then there must be a large and powerful force.

I've only run two steps.

Old Ding's heart skipped a beat.

Quanzi led his men up, tugging at the newspaper under his arm: "You reacted quickly, but I really envy you, being able to sit in the mahjong parlor all afternoon."

Behind.

Hongfei tore open the newspaper, and the cleaver reflected a cold metallic luster in the dim light.

Old Ding narrowed his eyes, gripped the dagger in his hand tightly, and assumed a defensive posture with his muscles taut.

The two looked at each other.

silence.

The motion-sensor lights in the hallway went out.

"clang!"

The cleaver struck the dagger, and the lights came on.

"Pfft!"

"hiss..."

The blade was sharp, and the blood was hot.

Half a minute later.

The hallway fell silent again.

One against six.

They were crushed without any suspense.

Quanzi wiped the blood from his cleaver, glanced down at Old Ding lying on the ground, and said, "Brother Yao said he doesn't like people who interrupt without permission. Be careful in your next life, and when you see Brother Yao, keep your head down!"

night.

The lame guy drank quite a bit with the boss and was brought back by his four underlings.

Eighth floor.

The limping man with a ruddy complexion opened the door and entered the house. He had just sat down and taken a sip of water.

The phone rang.

"What?! Old Ding collapsed at his doorstep?!"

Only then did the lame man realize that they had fallen into a trap.

"You bastard, how dare you mess with me!"

Crippled Ka, burning with rage, roared into the phone, "Go find Leopard Strong right now and dig that bastard out of here!"

I hung up the phone.

The lame man angrily lit a cigarette and sat on the sofa, taking deep drags on it.