radicalducati Chapter 53: Preemptive Strike
Chapter 53: Preemptive Strike
With Song Zhaowen's radar-like perception, it was impossible for him not to know he was being followed and filmed. He didn't react simply because he didn't want to alert the enemy. He needed to know who was so bold as to have their eyes on him.
After reversing the flow of personnel to follow them, an unexpected surprise indeed occurred.
Ding Xiaoxie and Dongguanzi team up to deal with him.
"Thank you, Mr. Meng!"
Song Zhaowen opened the drawer and casually took out several stacks of banknotes and placed them on the table.
Meng Bo beamed. He was a well-known private detective in the city, and he used to only take on big cases. He had no interest in trivial matters like following gangsters in the past. But he was incredibly lecherous and had just picked up a Korean girl, making him a real big spender. Now he wasn't picky anymore; he would do anything as long as he had money!
"Song Sheng, you're so generous! Since you're so kind, I'll give you some information for free. This Ding Xiaoxie has even hired a few big gang members to bring their weapons across the sea to deal with you."
"Really? Thank you."
After saying that, he took out several bundles of banknotes and threw them out.
"I don't want to bother two people. I have great respect for Mr. Meng's abilities. Here's 100,000. Help me find the hideout of those big circle guys."
"Haha, it's nothing, wait for my good news~"
Meng Bo would naturally not refuse business that came to him.
The Big Circle Boys would either come by snake boat or swim over to hide, but that wouldn't be a problem for Meng Bo.
After seeing Meng Bo off, Song Zhaowen dialed Xiao Zhuoxiao's number: "Xiao, arrange for your men to come over. I want a clean sweep of the Tien Shui Wai suit!"
On the other end of the phone, Xiao Zhuoxiao said excitedly, "Awen, you finally made a decision! I told you long ago that the Wo Shing Wo and Sunset Gangs were just gangs, and we should have taken them down a long time ago..."
The last phone call was to his own boss, Master Fu. Since Song Zhaowen was going to cross the line and cause trouble with other gangs, it was a big deal. He had to inform his boss to avoid gossip. Although Song Zhaowen didn't care about such things, why not avoid trouble in advance if it could be avoided?
The phone rang a few times before being answered. Fu Ye's somewhat languid voice came from the other end, with the faint clatter of mahjong tiles in the background: "Hey, Ah Wen, calling me so late, did that good-for-nothing Ah Bin cause you trouble with the Tsz Wan Shan agency thing?"
"Master Fu, I apologize for disturbing your enjoyment." Song Zhaowen spoke respectfully, but his pace was slightly faster than usual: "Business is fine, Young Master Bin is doing well; it's just that... there's a bit of a situation on my end that I need to report to you."
"Oh? What's going on?" Master Fu's voice became slightly more serious, and the sound of mahjong tiles stopped.
"Ting Hau-hai of the Chung Ching Society is convinced that his brother Ting Yik-hai's death is related to me. He teamed up with the Wo Shing Wo gang in Tin Shui Wai, raised six million dollars, and even hired a few Big Circle gangsters from the north. They planned to burn down my factory in three days and leave me with nothing." Song Zhaowen succinctly explained the situation.
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Master Fu's angry voice: "You don't recognize Ding Xiaoxie? Who is this trash? But I know that Dongguan guy. He's one of the henchmen of Wo Shing Wo, the lecherous tycoon. That lecherous tycoon can't control his own men. He's getting more and more senile as he gets older!"
"Uncle Fu, I reckon revenge is just a pretense; he's really jealous of our business being disrupted. After all, my factory is on Wo Shing Wo's territory, and he's probably looking for a pretext to seize our business."
Now that Lao Fu has a share in the business, Song Zhaowen isn't worried that the other party won't take it seriously.
"Damn that pervert Bing, daring to set his sights on Zhengxing!" Master Fu's voice suddenly rose, filled with undisguised anger: "Awen, I'll back you up on this. Zhengxing hasn't made any moves in years. Pervert Bing and his gang broke the rules of the underworld first, so we can wipe them out without any complaints. Do you have enough men? Should I arrange for Li Tianyi to help?"
"Uncle Fu, that's enough. It's just Wo Shing Wo egg fish balls, no need to bother others."
"Awen, you need to handle this matter perfectly. Since you're going to take action, don't leave any potential problems behind."
After hanging up the phone, Song Zhaowen rested his chin on his hands.
"Taking the hits passively has never been my style."
Now that we've identified the enemy and figured out their plans, why wait until they come knocking on our door? Why turn our carefully managed factory into a battlefield and risk even the slightest bit of trouble?
The best defense is always offense.
Meng Bo was efficient in getting paid and found the hideout of those gangsters in just one day. These guys were bold enough to be in a village near Tin Shui Wai. According to Meng Bo, these gangsters were armed and were not ordinary people.
To deal with these dangerous gangsters, Song Zhaowen is preparing to personally lead Wu Zhaoyong's Mad Dog Squad into battle...
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Hong Kong's economy has taken off in recent years, earning it the title of one of the Four Asian Tigers.
Everyone knows about Hong Kong's extravagance and decadence, its dazzling lights and bustling nightlife; you can make a fortune there!
Some people are hardworking and down-to-earth, while others dream of getting rich overnight.
Among them, Wu Jiandong, Chen Wuju, A Peng, and A Hui, all from Foshan, Guangdong, are veterans. Two years ago, they came to Hong Kong to scout out the area and prepare to have a big meal. Unfortunately, when they crossed the river, they lost all the money they had prepared to buy firearms and had to return to Foshan.
A week ago, Ding Xiaoxie somehow found out about them and learned that these four were ruthless and vicious. He prepared 500,000 to hire them and even thoughtfully prepared a few short firearms for them.
Tin Shui Wai, Tang Family Village.
There aren't many locals here, and the nearest police station is seven or eight kilometers away, which has led to a large number of refugees and illegal immigrants gathering here as a temporary shelter.
Everywhere were haphazardly built self-built houses, narrow alleys, piles of garbage, and the air was filled with the salty smell of the sea breeze, rotting vegetable leaves, and cheap coal briquettes.
At the most remote corner of the village, a two-story old house with peeling and crumbling exterior walls stands forlornly. The windows are all boarded up, leaving only a few cracks for light to pass through. This used to be the home of an elderly widow in the village. After the old man passed away before the Lunar New Year, the house had been vacant until recently when it was rented by a few strangers who paid the rent readily. The village chief didn't bother to inquire about it.
The room was dimly lit, illuminating four faces, some fierce and some gloomy.
Wu Jiandong, the leader of the group, was in his early thirties with a buzz cut, a square face, and sharp, eagle-like eyes. He was currently using an oilcloth to repeatedly wipe the barrel of a Black Star pistol, his movements slow and steady.
Chen Wuju, nicknamed "Tiger of Hunan," lived up to his name, with a broad back and a burly waist, and a face full of fierce features. He was examining several sharp machetes by the dim candlelight, his fingers running over the blades, making a faint rustling sound.
Apeng and Ahui were relatively younger; one was counting the bullets in the magazine, while the other was silently inspecting two shotguns with their barrels sawed off.
"Brother Dong, is the information that guy surnamed Ding gave us accurate? Is that Song Zhaowen really a gangster?" Ah Hui couldn't help but ask in a low voice. He was the youngest of the four and it was his first time taking on such a "big job," so he was a little unsure of himself.