When Que Hao heard this, he was stunned for a moment!

He also didn't expect that his boss would do this to him!

"So, Boss, what should I do next?"

"Lame Hao asked.

"First, I need to stabilize my position in Dongxing. It would be best if I could become the head of Tsim Sha Tsui. This way, it will be very convenient to ship goods in the future!"

The boss said.

Lame Hao hummed.

It was eight o'clock the next morning.

Dongxing headquarters conference room.

"The leader of Tsim Sha Tsui, Ah Fa, died in an accident, so the position of leader is vacant."

"Do you have the right person?"

Uncle Xing from Dongxing asked.

"Lao Ding, I choose Ah Fa's confidant Ah Zhong. Everyone has seen what he has done over the past year..."

As the hall masters present took sides one after another, two candidates finally emerged.

One is Lame Hao and the other is A Zhong.

"Tung Hsing made its fortune by selling goods. The two of you will each own half of the territory in Tsim Sha Tsui. Whoever sells the most goods in three months will be the leader of Tsim Sha Tsui."

Uncle Xing said.

When the hall masters present heard this, they were all very satisfied with this method.

"You damn cripple, you dare to compete with me for the position of hall master? You're going to die!"

A Zhong made a harsh remark and left with his brothers.

"Ah Hao!"

"Ah Zhong is very popular in Tsim Sha Tsui, you have to be careful."

Uncle Xing reminded.

"It's okay. He's just a guy with strong limbs and a simple mind. I have plenty of ways to deal with him."

Lame Hao said proudly.

Seven o'clock in the evening, inside the box.

“Mala, now only if the two of us join forces can we completely defeat Ah Zhong, and then you can make more money.”

Because Lame Hao has few followers, he can only cooperate with Mala.

"As long as you give me 5000 million, I can cooperate with you. After defeating Ah Zhong, we can discuss the profit sharing of the territory. What do you think?"

Mala is not a fool. He will definitely make some money while he is valuable now.

"5000?"

"How dare you speak!"

"If you don't cooperate, I can cooperate with He Yong, or even with his boss Situ Haonan. They have more subordinates."

Lame Hao replied.

"Humph! You can go and try it!"

"When they buy you, you will still be counting money for them."

"During the Dongxing Five Tiger era, they were all independent and wanted to annex each other's territories, not to mention you..."

Mala explained.

"5000 million is too much, 3000 million is better!"

Lame Hao said.

"The price is 4000 million, and it must be paid in full at one time."

Mala said.

"Wait a minute, I'll make a call."

Lame Hao stood up, limped into the room, called the boss behind the scenes, and explained the situation.

In the end, the boss behind the scenes said that he could pay 4000 million, but there was a prerequisite: the competitor A Zhong must be eliminated within a month.

It was not until the early hours of the morning that Mala received 4000 million Hong Kong dollars.

Of course, this huge sum of money is his own.

"Hahaha, Lame Hao, from now on, you can use my little brother as you like."

"Of course, you still have to pay for the resettlement expenses and medical expenses yourself."

Mala smiled.

at this time!

A Zhong is also taking action.

"Mr. Jiang, there is a batch of goods worth 500 million in the men's room of Xintiandi Bar. When can you come over?"

A Zhong also has another identity, which is Jiang Sir’s informant.

"Our sweeping team will arrive in five minutes and find out who the owner of the goods is."

Sir Jiang asked on the phone.

"Mala's trusted little brother is playing Mahjong, and now he is in the VIP box drawing goods..."

Ah Zhong replied.

"If we can find the goods, we will pay you an informant fee of 50% of the total value of the goods, which is Hong Kong dollars."

Sir Jiang said.

"Okay! No problem."

After saying that, A Zhong hung up the phone.

Five minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the VIP box of Xintiandi, Mahjong and a group of spirited young ladies were caught in a hallucination.

Two younger brothers rushed in to report that the shopping team had arrived.

As a result, under the influence of hallucination, Mahjong picked up the Black Star pistol on the table and shot directly.

Because in Zi's hallucination, the two younger brothers actually became the people he hated the most.

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang..."

The gunfire ends.

"Hahaha, dead, those two bastards are finally dead."

Mahjong said happily while dancing around.

next second!

Ali, deputy captain of the shopping team, walked in with the shopping team members.

Looking at the corpse on the ground and the Black Star pistol in Mahjong's hand, the team members took out their .38 rifles and confronted him.

at this time!

Inside the men's restroom.

"Sir Jiang, we found the goods."

He Bai took down a package of goods.

Ten minutes later, a large number of PUT members walked into the bar and turned on the lights to check ID cards.

Some Dongxing people who had loose goods tried all kinds of ways to hide the goods.

After all, if you are caught by the police, as long as the sentence is meted out, you will basically be sentenced to several years in prison.

The investigation took an hour, and 1 Dongxing people were caught carrying bulk cargo.

Of course, take them all back to the police station.

Early the next morning.

When Mala learned what had happened, he was so angry that he swept all the teacups on the table to the ground and broke them into pieces.

This time!

Ama, a trusted younger brother, came over and said, "Brother Mala, those scattered younger brothers are easy to deal with. The problem is that Mahjong guy shot and killed two younger brothers..."

There was silence for a few seconds.

"Mahjong is already hopeless, so it doesn't matter if you get caught."

"The only pity is that the batch of opium was worth 500 million."

Mala said angrily.

"Brother Mala, don't you think this is very strange?"

"You've only been working with Quehao for a few hours and this has happened."

Ama reminded.

"You mean to say that it was that bastard Ah Zhong who did this?"

Mala asked doubtfully.

"I didn't say it was him, I just guessed."

Ama is not an idiot.

In terms of brutality, Mala is not even worthy of carrying Ah Zhong's shoes.

There was silence for a few seconds.

Mala took out her cell phone and made a call.

After being connected.

"Hello, is this Ah Zhong?"

"I'm spicy!"

"Are you free at noon?"

"I want to invite you to get together, still at the old place."

Mala said.

"Fuck, why would I want to get together with you? I'm dead!"

After saying that, A Zhong hung up the phone.

"Brother Zhong, did this bastard notice something about our actions last night?"

Squadron leader Abao reminded.

"Whatever we find out, we will continue the operation tonight in the early hours of the morning. We will first raid the mahjong parlor that Mala opened himself."

"Have you found a reason?"

Ah Zhong asked.

"Isn't the reason simple?"

"The day before yesterday, one of our little brothers cheated in a spicy mahjong parlor and had his hand chopped off."

"That's the reason."

Squadron leader Abao reminded.

"This is enough reason. We won't be afraid if we sue that old bastard Uncle Xing."

Ah Zhong sneered.

In the blink of an eye, it was early morning.

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