A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

Wang Zuluo nodded, very satisfied with A Ming's shameless expression.

If it were Mong Kok, Wang Zuluo would not pay attention to someone like A Ming. But this is Yau Ma Tei, a place where there are more young and Dangerous people than citizens. People like Wei Jixiang cannot get along here.

If the security company and property management company of Xinlianying Group want to gain a foothold here, they must have villains who can help them stand in front of them.

Last time I let Yaowen go back, just to catch A Ming, a black fish.

"Yaowen, Hengzidui has unfurled its flag. There are only Yaozitang and Mingzitang."

"Yu Zi Tang continues to do legitimate business. I will let Sun Lien Ying's financial company enter the market. Have you heard about the snack chain business in Mong Kok? Yao Man, you are responsible for promoting it north of Yau Ma Tei."

After Wang Zuluo finished speaking, he looked at Yaowen who was relieved, smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

Then he looked at A Ming and continued: "A Ming makes the decision in Mingzitang. You can light the lamp or make your own choice in the dark. You can open up channels for the property company in Yau Ma Tei yourself. I will provide money and people and help you."

"If you are a black man, I will also pay for your promotion, but a black man must have a conscience. Don't forget what you just said. I don't want to take Yaowen and the others to the cemetery to pay homage to you one day."

After saying that, Wang Zuluo also patted A Ming on the shoulder, then waved to Wei Jixiang and others, and led everyone out of the hall.

Also leaving together was Irene. A Ming knew what would happen next, so he sent Irene to follow Wang Zuluo out.

At this time, only the former Hengzidui boy squatting on the ground and a group of old uncles were left in the hall.

The rest stood up with their swords drawn and took over the men of A Ming and Yaowen at the exit of the hall.

"You do it or do I?"

A Ming played with the dagger in his hand and looked at Yaowen with a smile on his face.

"I know you have disliked these old guys for a long time, so I'll leave it to you now. As for Brother Min..."

Yaowen spit out the cigarette in his mouth, glanced at the white shirts standing in the suspended corridor on the second floor, and finally said the following words:

"I have been with Brother Min for so many years, and I will personally give him a ride."

A Ming sensed Yaowen's strangeness and looked openly at the white-shirted men holding guns on the second floor. He smiled and waved upwards, then looked down at his uncles.

The uncles who followed this time all had real power in their hands.

Unlike those uncles in He Liansheng who only got dividends from the business and left almost all their subordinates to their close friends, Heng Zidui had Chen Minzhi, who had been renting for three years, so none of the uncles delegated power.

The roster, account books, and subordinates were all tightly held in his hands.

"Let's do something. If they don't die today, it will be our two brothers who die tomorrow."

A Ming saw that Yaowen did not deal with Chen Minzhi immediately, so he smiled and persuaded.

Outside Guanqi Restaurant, Wang Zuluo was leaning on the car and smoking quietly. Seeing Irene nervously looking at the closed door of the restaurant, he smiled and persuaded:

"Irene, I know you are worried about A Ming, and I also know that he will take that path. But I guarantee that even if the day comes that the lackeys will be cooked in the future, A Ming will only go abroad to develop at best."

"The world is so big, and there is no future just focusing on a small Yau Ma Tei, or Hong Kong Island. If you can't stay on Hong Kong Island, you can also go to Southeast Asia, the United States, South America, or Japan."

Speaking of this, Wang Zuluo smiled and threw a cigarette over, watching Irene light it silently.

"Other prefixes are improving, but Hengzi Dui is getting worse year by year. In the past, there were Hengzi Dui shops in Yau Tsim District and Mong Kok, but then only Yau Ma Tei remained, and now even Temple Street has been lost..."

Irene took a puff of her cigarette and suddenly smiled when she heard Chen Minzhi yelling and wailing inside.

"He has been elected for three consecutive terms, which adds up to more than ten years. If he is allowed to sit down again, he may not even be able to keep the north of Yau Ma Tei in the future."

Wang Zuluo smiled and said nothing. Seeing that Irene's mood had stabilized, he opened the door and got in the car.

The flag-raising at Hengzidui is not just about eradicating these troublesome uncles. There is bound to be bloodshed tonight.

In a tea restaurant on Shanghai Street in Yau Ma Tei.

"Brother Guan, Brother Jimmy, Xin Lianying's white shirt is patrolling the streets."

In a tea restaurant, Guan Zaisen held the game ticket in his hand and stared nervously at the game on TV.

And Jimmy sat opposite him, bending over his desk to record the performance of his masseurs in recent days.

A boy broke in and spoke nervously to Jimmy and Guan Zisen.

"What does patrolling have to do with us?"

Jimmy didn't even raise his head. Last time on the plane, he took his boss, Guan Zisen, with him to the hospital, causing Shanghai Street to become the meat in Xin Lianying's mouth.

Later, A Le, who had been clamoring at the club meeting that he and Wang Zuluo were incompatible, later cooperated with Wang Zuluo because of Wang Bao's matter.

Now Guan Zisen is like an apartment owner, guarding a few tea restaurants to collect rent. What does it have to do with them whether they patrol the streets or not?

"No, this time is different from last time. Even the people from the security company were dispatched and were signing contracts door to door."

The younger brother said anxiously, and pointed at the security company guards who were riding in minibuses and passing by the entrance of the tea restaurant.

Jimmy then raised his head and stopped pressing the calculator.

Looking at the old top who continued to bet indifferently, Jimmy couldn't help but sigh.

Yau Ma Tei Auto Repair Shop.

"Brother Feihong, Brother Luo's men have started cleaning the streets."

Feihong was playing cards with several of his subordinates. After hearing the report from his subordinates, he raised his head in surprise:

"Who is so unlucky to be targeted by a crazy man in Mong Kok?"

"Is it the Number Gang or He Lian Sheng, or is it Hua Fu from the United Alliance who has a brain and is approaching to get beaten?"

The younger brother came over holding the phone, listening to the voice on the other end of the phone and reporting: "Big event, Yaowen from Hengzidui, who manages the fruit bar, and Amin from the debt collection agency have filed in Xinlianying, Hengzi The flags are being removed from the pile..."

"Heng Zi Dui pulls the flag? Is it such a big deal?"

Feihong was really surprised this time, and the cards he just touched fell to the card table.

"Brother Feihong makes nine cakes? Sorry, it's burnt!"

The boy at the card table happily took the card Feihong had taken away, smiled and smacked it gently on the table, then pushed down the cards in front of him: "I'm so lucky today, Thirteen..."

"I, your mother, rush to the street!"

Feihong immediately scattered the entire table of cards, raised his hand and slapped the boy on the head:

"Are you still thinking about playing mahjong? Brother Luo is sweeping the streets today, and we, the Changle Gang, must help out!"

"Go back and raid those guys. Clean up all the nearby streets. Whether it's small-character or Heng-character places, clear them all for me and wait for Brother Luo's people to come over and take over."

After speaking, Feihong picked up his jacket and put it on hastily.

The smile on his face could not be hidden.

In the past, when Sun Luen Ying was in Mong Kok, his pickpockets used to be considered out of bounds.

But now we are in Yau Ma Tei, with Brother Luo at his back. From now on, the pickpockets under him can go wherever they want to do business. Who dares to show mercy to him?

"Brother Feihong, if we do this, the Macau General Office will say that you have to pass Xin Lian Ying..."

The thirteenth youngest brother said with a worried look on his face.

"What's wrong with the main hall?"

Feihong sneered: "I really thought it was ten years ago. How dare they send someone to kill me?"