After tonight, there will be no more leaders in Tsuen Wan for He Lian Sheng.
Many of He Liansheng's uncles subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the news that Big D was on the street. Big D was too arrogant. If he didn't die, they would really not dare to push Le Shao to be the talker.
It's fine now.
but.
In this fight, a chief inspector died. This incident had a great impact. The police caught Ma Zai on the spot who fired the gun. When questioned, Ma Zai insisted that it was Big D who asked him to do it.
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Many uncles were worried that He Lian Sheng would be affected by this incident, and their business operations were curtailed a lot, but that didn't happen. After the police conducted a symbolic investigation of the businesses in Tsuen Wan, they found no illegal business.
From now on, this will be the end of it.
It only took Le Shao three days to fully take over Big D's territory and business.
One week later.
Mr. Le's inauguration ceremony also went smoothly without anyone objecting.
He grabbed the faucet stick and raised it high above his head, and his eyes slowly swept over the leaders of Yiqiantang standing below: "Heliansheng!"
"Loyalty and righteousness, glory and wealth!"
Everyone shouted in unison.
"The club will remember you, and I will remember you."
Master Le held the faucet stick in his hand, stepped up to the seat in the center of the stage, and sat down firmly: "Whoever offends you offends me, Al Le."
After the inauguration ceremony.
"Dongguan boy!"
Le Shao was in good spirits at the moment, and his face was red and more energetic than before. He waved to Dongguan Zai to sit down:
"You helped me a lot, and you did a great job in helping me."
that night.
Le Shao invited Big D to have tea and used the police to suppress them. This was the strategy Dongguan Zai came up with.
He rubbed his fingers, looked at Dongguan Zai, and said with a smile: "Tell me, what do you want?"
"My godfather will give it to him as long as he sees it."
Dongguan Zai sat in his seat with an indifferent expression on his face: "I am able to reach this position only because of the opportunity given by my godfather. Those are what I should do."
"very good!"
Mr. Le nodded with satisfaction and already had an idea: "Let's see, Big D has already rushed to the street, and the position of Tsuen Wan leader has become vacant. Jimmy will be in charge of Tsuen Wan's business, and you will take over Jimmy's territory from now on."
"Thank you godfather."
Dongguan Zai nodded happily.
"Hahaha"
Le Shao raised his head and laughed happily: "Work hard, He Liansheng will never stop now, find a suitable opportunity, enter Tsim Sha Tsui, and double the territory!"
This is Le Shao's little plan. If it can break into Tsim Sha Tsui, it will definitely be no problem for the next speaker to be re-elected.
“Enter Tsim Sha Tsui?!”
Dongguan Zai was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile: "Work for your godfather!"
"Work for godfather!"
Jimmy, Fei Xue, Qian Qian and others drank in unison.
"good!"
Le Shao looked at the four godsons in the audience with high spirits: "You can declare to the outside world that you are all my godsons. I am honored to have you several godsons."
With Liansheng, there is finally only one voice left, and that is myself.
Mr. Le, who has taken the position of talker, is not in a hurry to expand. He has launched various policies to stabilize the territory of the newly acquired Big D. The business of the society has become stable, and it has also received good reviews from many uncles and has a good reputation.
88 Nathan Road.
Ocean Accounts.
"Xiao Mei."
Ji Bu walked in from the outside, threw his car keys and greeted Xiaomei at the front desk: "Have I not seen you for a few days and you have become more beautiful? It seems that you have been nourished by the love with Wuying."
"Brother Abu!"
Xiaomei pursed her lips and muttered, and said resentfully: "You are the only one who knows how to tease people."
"Where's Brother Kun?"
"Waiting upstairs."
Xiaomei raised her finger and pointed to Lin Kun's office upstairs, and said in a low voice: "Brother Kun came here early today. He is just waiting for you. Come up quickly."
"I'll get you some coffee!"
"Thanks."
Ji Bu immediately climbed up the stairs, and Xiaomei followed him up, delivered the coffee to the office, closed the door and left.
"Brother Kun."
Ji Bu glanced at Lin Kun, who was standing thoughtfully in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, picked up the coffee and took a sip: "Why are you dressed so formally today? Is there something good?!"
Lin Kun was wearing a suit today, a white shirt and a black suit that were neat and tidy. The suit trousers were pressed flat and the seams were straight. The black leather shoes under his feet were shiny.
"Oh."
Lin Kun chuckled lightly, shook his head, turned around, picked up the coffee and blew it: "I can't tell whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, just leave it like that."
Lin Kun, who has a short cut, has a lot of white hair in his hair.
"Gudong."
He swallowed his coffee and looked up at Ji Bu: "Let's go. You drive and accompany me to Shibi Prison. How about it?"
"OK."
Ji Bu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then nodded.
Shek Pik Prison is located near Shek Pik Reservoir Road on Lantau Island. It is still quite far away from them. Ji Bu drove Lin Kun there.
On the road.
Ji Bu asked Lin Kun why he went to Shibi Prison to visit?
Lin Kun nodded in response and didn't say much. Instead, he glanced at Ji Bu and said, "It just so happens that you are here to meet me too. You will meet sooner or later."
There was a pause.
He added: "It should be soon."
"ah"
Ji Bu was thoughtful.
Not long after.
The two people who came to the prison were released after passing a series of procedures. Lin Kun should have made a visit appointment early, so he led the two people directly to the meeting area.
Single visiting room.
Lin Kun sat on the seat, and Ji Bu stood behind him. The two waited patiently. It took a bit long, but Lin Kun was not unhappy at all.
He took out the cigarette in his pocket and lit it for himself. He puffed away and closed his eyes without knowing what he was thinking.
Ji Bu narrowed his eyes.
Lin Kun is very averse to cigarettes. You can hardly see him smoking now, but he didn't expect to light it up again.
Who does he want to see?
A few minutes later.
The door was opened by prison guards.
"Ten minutes."
The prison guard sent the person in, said something to Lin Kun and then closed the door and went out. He had always been taken care of.
A tall, handcuffed man appeared, about 1.8 meters tall, with strong muscles under his prison uniform and slightly dark skin.
He moved his wrists, which were handcuffed by the prison guards, and stepped in. He first looked at Ji Bu, who turned around to look at him, and then came to the opposite side of Lin Kun, supporting the table with both hands, looking down at Lin Kun condescendingly.
Lin Kun raised his head and looked at the man.
The two looked at each other.
Only then did Ji Bu discover that the man's left hand was mutilated, with the little finger, ring finger, and middle finger missing. They had been cut off neatly, and the scars were slightly hideous.
"Brother Kun!"
The man stared at Lin Kun for a long time, then gritted his teeth and smiled: "Long time no see."
He sat down, picked up the cigarette case and lighter on the table, took one in his mouth, lit one for himself, and puffed away.
He smoked a cigarette with squinted eyes and quickly looked at Lin Kun: "Brother Kun is still the same as before, wearing a suit and ties, very energetic."
He spread his hands and laughed at himself: "It's a pity that people like me are miserable. I have nothing. I have two sets of prison uniforms that can be rotated around the clock."
"Ksitigarbha!"
Lin Kun licked his lips and put out the cigarette butt in his hand in the ashtray: "Long time no see, I came here to see you today."
"Come here specially to see me?"
Ji Zang took a puff of cigarette, tilted his head and looked to the side, glanced at Ji Bu who was standing behind Lin Kun, and smiled half-heartedly: "Forget it, how dare I ask Brother Kun to come and see me in person."
"I know you are dissatisfied with me!"
Lin Kun didn't have any major emotional fluctuations and continued: "After all, you will be out of prison soon. I will wait for you to come out, and you should help me in the future."
"Shall I do something for you?"
Jizo sprayed a puff of smoke on Lin Kun's face. The smoke hit his face and spread to all sides instantly, shrouding Lin Kun in the smoke.
"how?"
Jizo leaned forward, and the left hand holding the cigarette shook. The left hand without three fingers holding the cigarette looked very abrupt:
"You still think cutting off three of my fingers is not enough? Do you want to cut off the remaining two fingers of mine before you give up?"
"Ksitigarbha!"
Lin Kun took a deep breath, raised his hands and rubbed his face: "What happened in the past was my fault. I didn't investigate clearly. It's my fault."
"Hahaha"
Ji Zang raised his head and laughed. His dark skin made his smile look a little more indescribable. He thrust his head forward, his face came close to Lin Kun, and he looked at him:
"Your fault? No, no, no, how could Brother Kun be wrong!"
then.
He tilted his head and looked at Ji Bu who was standing beside him, raised his hand and nodded him in the air: "Boy, you are helping Brother Kun now, right?"
"Na na na, don't say I didn't remind you."
Jizo's smile was weird, and his clenched teeth made the masseter muscles on both sides of his cheeks obvious: "If you help him do things, you have to be careful if he chops off your fingers! If he chops off your fingers, he will send you to prison. It's a perfect one-stop service."
Ji Bu squinted at Ksitigarbha and said nothing.
"Ksitigarbha!"
Lin Kun shouted in a deep voice: "What happened in the past was my fault."
"Enough!"
Ji Zang slammed his hands on the table and stared at Lin Kun condescendingly with his arms on the table, his eyes sharp.
"What are you doing!"
The prison guard pushed open the door and leaned half in: "Be quiet, there are still five minutes!"
"Brother Kun, stop fucking pretending to me here!"
Ji Zang stared at Lin Kun coldly and sneered: "You knew I was coming out, and you were afraid that I would look for you, so you came here to see me today, right?"
"Should I thank you for coming to visit me? Or maybe you are living longer and longer, and the older you get, the less courageous you become. You were not like this when you chopped off my finger!"
Lin Kun looked at Ksitigarbha and said nothing.
Ksitigarbha raised his incomplete left hand and tapped the three missing fingers with his right hand: "Well, I did so many things for you back then, and every finger you cut off represents your gratitude to me."
"Don't worry, I will definitely get it back."
Finished.
Jizo walked around the table and walked outside without looking back. The prison guard opened the door, took out the handcuffs and locked Jizo again.
Ji Zang raised his hands and cooperated with the prison guards to lock his wrists. He turned his head and glanced at Lin Kun, who was sitting motionless in his seat, and his eyes fell on Ji Bu.
"Hehehe"
Jizo had a big smile on his face.
Not long after.
Jizang was taken back to Cell No. 3 by the prison guards, who opened the handcuffs, pushed him in, and closed the door.
"Thank you."
Ksitigarbha moved his hands and wrists, looked at the prison guard with a smile, and then walked inside casually.
"Brother Ksitigarbha!"
The prisoners in the prison cell greeted the cell boss one after another.
"Um."
Ji Zang responded angrily, walked to the bed at the end of the cell near the toilet, and sat down. Someone immediately came up to help him squeeze his shoulders.
In the corner.
Aman was sent to prison squatting on the ground. After stabbing Han Chen to death last time, Aman was sent here after the charges were confirmed.
Ah Man squatted on the ground leaning against the corner, motionless.
"Aman."
Ksitigarbha stretched out his left hand and pinched it in the air. Someone immediately handed him a cigarette, and the match slid to help him light the cigarette:
"Guess what I just did."
Seeing that Aman didn't speak, Ksitigarbha didn't care. He took a puff of his cigarette and continued:
"Someone came to visit me."
"Lin Kun!"
After hearing Lin Kun's name, Ah Man suddenly raised his head and stared at Ji Zang.
"I have been squatting here for so many years, but Lin Kun has never come. Why doesn't he come early or late this time, but why does he come to visit me at this time?!"
"He's afraid!"
Ksitigarbha grinned, and the laughter sounded sinister and spread in the prison cell, especially harsh:
"I will be released from prison soon. Lin Kun is old, but I am not. I am still young."
"Young man, you are very angry!"
"Brother Ksitigarbha!"
Aman looked at the laughing Ji Zang with twinkling eyes, and knelt down on the ground with a "pop":
"I'm sorry, that incident back then was all my fault. I listened to Han Chen's words and misled him, which hurt you."
"Shut up!"
Ji Zang raised his foot and kicked him to the ground. The smile on his face disappeared and turned into full of anger:
"What's the use of saying sorry to me now?!"
He raised his left hand, and the palm missing three fingers was particularly abrupt and conspicuous:
"Say sorry and I can get my finger back? Say I'm sorry and I can get out of fucking jail?!"
"What Lin Kun owes me, I, Ksitigarbha, will definitely take back every penny, and take it back with my own hands!"
"Brother Ksitigarbha!"
Ah Man looked at him with rapid breathing: "What happened back then was all my fault, and I apologize to you."
"Finger, I'll give it back to you!"
During the conversation.
Ah Man jumped up from the ground, dove into the bathroom, and punched the bathroom tiles. Several pieces of the hollow tiles cracked and fell.
He picked up the sharpest piece and turned back, spreading his left hand on the bed board.
Ji Zang snorted coldly and didn't even look at it.
"sorry!"
Ah Man gritted his teeth and let out a low growl, then grabbed the porcelain piece and slashed it at his own fingers. The porcelain piece was not sharp enough and just cracked open the flesh.
"puff."
Aman's forehead was sweating and his face was red. He grabbed the pieces of porcelain one after another, cutting and smashing them violently.
