A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

"I think you still don't understand."

Wang Zuluo stood up, squatted in front of Prince Hong Tai, and said with a smile: "Don't think I don't know. You only have two bathing shops under your name in Mong Kok, and that nightclub belongs to Bao Rong. What do you want to give me?"

"Also, this is a personal grudge between the two of us. Don't always make things against Hong Tai. Hong Tai is not yours, nor your father's, but your father's, Bao Rong's, and that damn fat man's. As for Hong Tai's you……."

Wang Zuluo shook his head, raised the sofa chair, and reached out to lift Prince Hong Tai up.

"Now, you call Bao Rong now and ask him to hand over the nightclub in Mong Kok to you. See what he says."

He reached out and pushed Prince Hong Tai down on the sofa chair, and threw the cell phone he just found into his hand.

Prince Hong Tai held the phone and looked up at Wang Zuluo, hesitating whether to make the call or not.

"When you call me, you say you want to do business in Mong Kok and want his nightclub to be used as equity. Let's see if he gives it."

Wang Zuluo raised his hand to look at his watch and found that it was still early. Duan Kun and the others had not arrived in Saigon yet. I can take advantage of this time to tease Prince Hongtai.

This guy can't die now, at least he can't die here, nor can he die on this matter.

Otherwise, things that you should take care of yourself will end up with shit in your pants. Chen Mei's only son, if he died in his own hands, he would have no choice but to start a war.

Prince Hong Tai saw that Wang Zuluo really asked him to make a call, so he gritted his teeth and started dialing.

"Wai, Uncle Bao, I am Ahao..."

In a teahouse in Tsuen Wan, Bao Rong sat on the Taishi chair with his eyes closed to meditate. His fingers kept tapping his knees. Judging from the rhythm, it must be a part of some opera.

Not far in front of him, several gangsters were hoisting a wounded man to the rafter. Of course, the rope was not tied around the neck, but tied around the hands.

"You have been following me for several years. Why do you think you want to offend the people with Lian Sheng?"

Opening his eyes, Bao Rong looked at the hung man with regret, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

"Boss, the people from Lian Sheng are causing trouble in our place. I did it to help you. You can't just watch me die now!"

The man who was covered in injuries struggled a few times with all his strength. Using the inertia of his feet, he kicked away a guy holding a machete, and took advantage of this opportunity to quickly beg for mercy.

"Did anyone with Lian Sheng say they were going to destroy Hong Tai's business?"

Baorong stood up, casually took the machete from Dazai's hand, walked up to the man, and patted the man's face with the side of the knife.

"The people from He Liansheng didn't say they wanted to destroy Hong Tai's situation, nor did they say they wanted to start a war with Hong Tai. So this is your personal grudge against He Liansheng. Now that I'm involved, I'm going to argue with Big D. If you don’t die, who will die?”

After saying that, Baorong stabbed the machete hard into the man's stomach. When the other party screamed, he let go of the hand holding the knife and pinched the man's neck.

Bao Rong sighed and gradually tightened his palms. In the end, because the man struggled too hard, he used his hands.

Soon, the man's body stopped struggling and just hung in mid-air, swaying slightly.

The Hong Tai gangsters next to them all lowered their heads, and the atmosphere in the teahouse was very gloomy.

In front of them, a man who devoted himself to doing things for the club died at the hands of his boss because of a conflict with He Liansheng. This group of people inevitably felt a little strange.

But Bao Rong doesn't care about this at all. It's no longer the 1970s. Everyone is busy making money and has no time to talk about loyalty.

At this time, his mobile phone on the table rang.

"Put it in a sack. It can be used at Big D's place later."

After giving the instructions, Bao Rong picked up the phone and heard Prince Hong Tai's voice as soon as he connected.

"Uncle Bao, I want to do some business in Mong Kok. Can you give me the nightclub in Mong Kok?"

After Bao Rong heard this, he couldn't help but dig his ears with his hands. He suspected that he had heard wrongly. The prince, a man with a red tongue and a white teeth, wanted to kill himself with just one word. Why?

Did he think he was sitting in the restaurant with Chen Mei?

Even if Chen Mei wants to take advantage of herself, she has to give him benefits.

"Ah Hao, are you awake or did I hear wrongly? I can give you six million from that nightclub in Mong Kok. I will sign the contract now."

In the bar box, Prince Hong Tai didn't have much reaction when he heard Bao Rong's words.

He looked at Wang Zuluo next to him and saw that the other party just made a continue gesture, so he was silent for a while, and continued according to Wang Zuluo's instructions:

"Uncle Bao, something happened to me. I was detained in Mong Kok. I want to use the nightclub to make amends..."

"Did something happen to you in my nightclub?"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Bao Rong's voice on the phone. This time it was Prince Hongtai's turn to think that he had heard wrongly.

I've been detained. What do you have to do now, isn't it to agree to use the nightclub in exchange for yourself?

Suppressing his emotions, Prince Hong Tai could only say honestly: "I'm not in the nightclub, I'm..."

"It doesn't just have to happen in my nightclub. I'm going to talk to He Liansheng about it right away. I'll hang up now. You can call Uncle Mei and let him make the decision for you."

After speaking quickly, Bao Rong immediately hung up the phone. After thinking about it, he took out the phone's battery and threw it on the table.

Damn it, you are Chen Mei’s son, not my Bao Rong’s son. If you get into trouble, I'll give you the nightclub in exchange. Do you really think Hong Tai is hereditary?

Damn it, Prince Hongtai. When I step down, it’s not certain who will take the seat.

He was in constant conflict with He Liansheng, why didn't he, Chen Mei, ask for help?

Besides, seeing as Prince Hong Tai can still make phone calls, this matter is not a big deal, just let Chen Brow hurt.

What's the matter with Hongtai being dragged down by personal grudges? Isn't this a delay in making money?

In the private room, hearing the busy signal from the phone, Prince Hongtai was really pissed off.

Wang Zuluo was not surprised. He reached out and snatched the phone away, looking at Prince Hong Tai with a smile.

Hong Tai's disunity has not lasted for a day or two. In the movie, Wei Jixiang stabbed Sang Bo to save Prince Hong Tai.

After Sangbo was released from prison, he went around looking for revenge on Wei Jixiang. He ran to beg Uncle Mei and the three of them to come forward to make peace. What did they say in the end?

"Back then, the society didn't ask you to kill him. You acted like a hero and went to kill him. Now that people are looking for revenge on you, what reason does the society have to help you?"

This group of people will help you if they have any benefit, but they will be the first to leave if they have no benefit. Do you think they are low-level bad guys, showing loyalty?

But if Prince Hong Tai called Chen Mei just now, the matter would have been settled according to Wang Zuluo's terms.

Prince Hong Tai was asked to find Bao Rong because Wang Zuluo wanted to find something for him to do, so as to prevent him from thinking too much and secretly jumping out to cause trouble in the future.

This kind of person can't be killed directly. It's like a toad crawling on the feet. If it doesn't bite, it's fucking disgusting.

"Look, apart from the title of Prince Hongtai, what else do you have in the club?"

"When your father abdicates, you will have to change your name. How about Hong Tai, after all, Baorong didn't give you any face just now."

Wang Zuluo wanted to continue talking to Prince Hong Tai, but the phone in his pocket rang.

I looked at the number and saw it was Ahua calling.

"Brother Luo, all six cement barrels have been thrown into the sea. I looked through the binoculars and found that all the heads were exposed, one at a time."

Prince Hongtai from "The Dragon in the Rivers and Lakes"