The unlucky guy was so frightened to death that he urinated and feces, and the meeting hall instantly became stinky.
Du Weiguo frowned in disgust, his eyes were as cold as a knife, and he scratched the faces of the swordsmen in front of him one after another, with a stern tone:
"The old coffin inside has been torn to pieces. Now, is there anyone in Kowloon Walled City who can speak?"
The swordsmen who were on the periphery of the meeting hall, close to the gate, and out of sight of Du Weiguo, had long been heartbroken and turned into birds and beasts and scattered.
And these unlucky people who were blocked in the outer hall were trapped in a dilemma, and they were all silent. They didn't even dare to take a breath. How could they dare to say one more word?
Du Weiguo's patience ran out, and he raised his sword eyebrows, like a sword unsheathed, piercing the sky. He gently shook the Jiuyou Lock in his hand and roared in a deep voice:
"What? No one speaks out? Then don't blame me for being cruel and kill them all."
Upon hearing this, everyone turned pale with fright, their buttocks trembled, and their crotches tightened. Huo Wei couldn't bear it, and just when he was about to speak out to dissuade him, a hoarse and trembling voice rang before him:
"Sha, God of Sha, I wonder what your orders are?"
Following the words, an old man with an unattractive appearance and a short stature slowly emerged from the crowd.
His pace was still steady, but his face was pale, and the hands under his sleeves were trembling slightly, and he was obviously hardening.
Du Weiguo glanced at him coldly and asked in a deep voice: "What's your name? Can you speak on behalf of the city? Can you make the decision?"
Facing Du Weiguo's sharp eyes, the little old man trembled subconsciously, sweating like rain, secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his voice floated, and he said bravely:
"Sha~Shen God, I, my name is Wang Dong, I am the vice president of the Chengzhai Neighborhood Welfare Association, I dare not call the shots.
But little old man, I was born and raised here, I am quite familiar with people, and I can speak a few sentences. I wonder what you can tell me?"
The little old man was talking too much, and Du Weiguo felt disgusted. He frowned and said in a rough voice:
"Stop talking nonsense, I'll give you a quarter of an hour to send all the soldiers under Wu Shihao out of the city, life or death. If one is missing, don't blame me for being ruthless."
After saying that, Du Weiguo rolled up the Nine Nether Locks in his hand and walked towards the door. The crowd roared instantly and an extremely spacious passage emerged like a wave.
It wasn't until Du Weiguo's back completely disappeared in the rainy night that Wang Dong suddenly collapsed on the ground, sweating through his clothes, and his whole body looked like he had been fished out of the water.
Just when these frightened swordsmen were about to disperse, a middle-aged man with a beard came out of the crowd and shouted:
"Push to the street, stand still for me, don't move!"
Immediately, the bearded man quickly stepped forward, stretched out his hand to help Wang Dong up on the ground, and asked anxiously:
"Third uncle, what should we do now?"
Wang Dong was still frightened, trembling and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then turned back and glanced at the purgatory-like inner hall.
As if his eyes were burned, he quickly retracted his gaze and said in a trembling voice:
"Come on, your mother-in-law, what else can you do? Just do it! Jialiang, hurry up and bring people to search out all Wu Shihao's thugs who are fighting on the street, and drive them all out of the walled city. If there is anyone who refuses to accept it, just
Kill him to death!"
The big man frowned and his tone was hesitant:
"Uncle, if we do this, we will break the rules established by the city for hundreds of years, and people will inevitably be dissatisfied in the future, right?"
Wang Dong was so angry that he flew into a rage. He pointed at the blood-soaked inner hall and cursed:
"Ganniniang! Jialiang, are you blind or deaf? Didn't you see the broken limbs all over the ground, didn't you hear what the evil god said just now?
Bullshit rules. If we don’t get people out, we will all die. The city will be gone. How can we survive in the future? If we attack the streets, we will die as fellow Taoists but not as poor Taoists. Hurry up and do it!”
Huo Wei had a cold face and remained silent as he sent Du Weiguo out of the walled city. He glanced around at the darkness around him and frowned:
"Shen God, you have arranged so many gunmen outside, do you really want to drive out all the people in the walled city?"
Du Weiguo handed him a cigarette, lit it himself, exhaled the smoke for a long time, shook his head, and replied nonchalantly:
"No, I keep my word. As long as Wu Shihao's men are killed, I will not touch the walled city again, and no one else will dare to touch it."
Huo Wei said in a low tone: "Thank you~"
Du Weiguo smiled and put his arm around his shoulders:
"Brother, come with me. The sky is high, the sea is vast, and there is a lot to do. Don't continue to waste time in the tomb of the living dead."
Huo Wei looked back at the city behind him, which had become a chaotic mess. He smoked silently and remained silent for a long time.
A moment later, more than twenty trembling men with ashen faces walked out of the walled city, carrying more than a dozen corpses and pushing each other.
"Bang bang~"
This group of people had just walked about 20 meters out of the gate of the walled city when a burst of chaotic gunshots like exploding beans suddenly rang out in the darkness.
The firepower was messy, but extremely fierce, and instantly blood spattered everywhere. These people fell down like weeds in the muddy water.
Immediately, many capable strong men emerged from all directions. Most of these guys were so-called red sticks. They had several lives hanging on their bodies and knew how to use guns. They were considered the most elite force among Hong Kong Island societies.
"Bang bang bang~"
They rushed forward quickly and faced these lame men lying in a pool of blood. They didn't care whether they were dead or alive, and they just shot them.
Immediately, countless men jumped out carrying oil drums, and quickly loaded the corpses into them. Within a moment, they were all cleaned up.
It happened to be raining at this time, and when the water washed away, even the blood stains disappeared. Except for the strong smell of blood that filled the air, it seemed like nothing had happened.
Not far away on the street corner, Du Weiguo was sitting in the spacious back seat of a silver Mercedes-Benz Z250se, slowly blowing out smoke.
Next to Du Weiguo, sat Zhixiong, the leading prince with 14k. Zhixiong's posture was very low, his eyebrows were low, his tone was courteous, even flattering:
"Mr. Wesley, look, are you satisfied with this treatment?"
Du Weiguo did not speak immediately, but took a puff of his cigarette, flicked the ashes leisurely, and turned to glance at several luxury cars parked behind him.
There are no less than a dozen BMWs and Mercedes-Benzes, all full of brand names. In these luxury cars, there are leaders of various societies and bosses with the prefix "."
Tonight, before going to the city alone to attend the meeting, Du Weiguo posted a so-called hero post on Hong Kong Island for the first time.
Through Lei Luo's relationship, all the prominent and well-spoken club members in Hong Kong were invited together.
The Evil God made an appointment, no one dared to disobey him. Zhixiong always cherished his life. He and Du Weiguo still had an old grudge. He originally wanted to escape to Tai O overnight, but after much thought, he decided to come.
After many years of ups and downs in the world, Zhixiong is also considered to be well versed in human emotions and has a thorough understanding of people's hearts. He knows very well that the evil spirit wants to establish his power.
If he doesn't show up today, he will immediately become a prodigy. Once the evil spirit comes, there is no telling when his head will be taken from his neck in a daze in his sleep.
14k, led by Zhixiong, has a close relationship with Du Weiguo, and has dealt with him more than once. Ever since he first visited Hong Kong Island, there have been a lot of bad things going on.
Of course, the result was that 14k was pinned to the ground and rubbed hard. For this reason, Zhixiong had previously made secret plans for Du Weiguo and issued a killing order.
However, now that things have happened, Zhixiong seems to have a clear conscience and has accepted his fate. He does not dare to question Du Weiguo's ability at all.
The Evil God is a man of extraordinary ability, and is absolutely invincible to man. He doesn't even have the slightest desire to resist in his heart.
In fact, Du Weiguo didn't think much about it at all. The previous grudge between him and 14k was buried by him.
However, Zhixiong was not wrong about one thing. Du Weiguo wanted to establish his authority tonight.
To establish one's prestige, one has to do a good job in acting. Without an audience, it would be lonely. Therefore, this great drama of massacre on a rainy night was deliberately performed for them by Du Weiguo.
It is estimated that once the live action of tonight's drama is fully publicized, these gangs in Hong Kong Island should be able to stop for a long time. At the very least, within a short period of time, no one will dare to touch Du Weiguo's bad luck again.
Du Weiguo flicked the cigarette butt away, his voice calm:
"Prince, if Wu Shihao dies, that's the end of my business. If you want to swallow the fat piece of Kowloon Walled City, I can't control it, but you can't use my banner again in the future."
Zhixiong's face was very embarrassed, and he was somewhat embarrassed, but due to Du Weiguo's power, he did not dare to get angry, so he could only rub his hands and laugh dryly:
"Of course, of course, Mr. Wesley, it was all a misunderstanding before. My subordinates were ignorant and acted on their own initiative. I was kept in the dark."
What he said was obviously nonsense, but Du Weiguo didn't bother to expose it and curled his lips noncommittally:
"Prince, please help me tell the bosses of all associations that from now on, Mad Cow will be the only flour supplier on Hong Kong Island.
You can all get goods from him and sell them on your own territory, ensuring fair prices and treating everyone equally."
Upon hearing this, Zhixiong's pupils suddenly contracted violently. Du Weiguo's mouthful was so big that it was like a snake swallowing an elephant. This was clearly an attempt to monopolize the market in Hong Kong Island.
If I had known, Lai Hao was not the only one who was tinkering with the flour business in Hong Kong Island. Although his cost was the lowest and his stall was the largest, he was definitely not the only one.
Many gangs in Hong Kong have their own channels. They obtain goods through brokers in Siam and can even sell them elsewhere. For example, 14k basically covers Tai O and part of Wanwan.
Now Du Weiguo actually wants to monopolize the business in Hong Kong Island, which is equivalent to grabbing the throats of many people at the same time. Cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents. This is a taboo in the world.
Du Weiguo glanced at him with interest, stretched out his hand to hold his shoulders, his expression seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and his tone was faint:
"What? Brother Prince, are you in trouble?"
She didn't exert any force, but just lightly put her hand on his shoulder. Zhixiong suddenly stiffened and shivered violently, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Zhixiong's eyes were a little blurry, as if he had seen the God of Death waving to him, and his voice stuttered:
"No, no problem, Mr. Wesley, just do as you say."
Money is certainly a good thing, but it also has to be spent with life. Zhixiong immediately thought of weighing all the pros and cons and resolutely gave in.
When the goal was achieved, Du Weiguo chuckled and took back his hand, speaking lightly:
"Oh, Prince, I am actually very reasonable. I will only take 30% of the 10% profit, 20% will go to Lei Luo's disciples, and the remaining 50% will be yours."
"Um?"
Upon hearing this, Zhixiong was stunned. He originally thought that Du Weiguo wanted the lion to open his mouth wide and swallow up the profits of this business, but he did not expect that he actually left such a large space.
If the ratio mentioned by Du Weiguo is really followed, compared with the original, the profit will not only be the same, but even more.
It turns out that most of their supply of goods comes from brokers in Siam. After arriving in port, they will only have about 70% of the profit left, while Lei Luo and Yan Tong will take at least 30% of the remaining profit.
are less than 40%.
Now, if you stay at home and don't need to transport goods, you can get a full 50% profit. Isn't this a good thing?
Zhixiong's face was full of disbelief and he stammered: "Wei, Mr. Wesley, are you telling the truth?"
Du Weiguo nodded: "Of course, I always keep my word, but I also have a rule."
His tone suddenly turned cold, and Zhixiong swallowed subconsciously: "What, what are the rules? Tell me."
Du Weiguo raised a finger, his tone was fierce and murderous:
"I put the ugly words first. Regardless of the prefix, not even a gram is allowed to flow north. Otherwise, I will eradicate this gang."
It was late at night and the rain was heavy. On the way back, it was Mad Cow who drove Du Weiguo himself. His tone was extremely respectful, but his face was still swollen and he was buzzing:
"Sir, Brother Hao, no, Wu Shihao's family members hidden in Tai O have been disposed of. They are absolutely clean. The 120 million Hong Kong dollars have been transferred to your overseas account."
Du Weiguo was a little uninterested, tapping the car window lightly with his fingers and speaking in a lazy tone:
"Mad Cow, after tonight, no one on Hong Kong Island will dare to embarrass you anymore, but you must also keep a low profile when doing things, and you are not allowed to cause trouble or bully others. Do you understand?"
Mad Cow nodded desperately:
"Sir, I understand. I will guard your business honestly and just concentrate on my work. I will not use your name to cause trouble, let alone show off indiscriminately and make people jealous."
This guy is indeed a smart man. He knows everything clearly. Du Weiguo smiled with satisfaction:
"Yes, that's what it means. Making a fortune silently is the way to go."
Mad Cow glanced at Du Weiguo's face through the rearview mirror and saw that he was smiling. Then he plucked up the courage and asked cautiously with a hesitant tone:
"Sir, here on Hong Kong Island, it used to be that the payment on the note was more than 30%, but now it has suddenly become 20%. Inspector Lei Luo has a relationship with you, but over here with Inspector Yan Tong~~"
Yan Tong is also a powerful Chinese inspector. Hong Kong Island is currently divided into three regions, namely the main island, Kowloon, and the New Territories.
Among them, Lei Luo is the Chief Inspector of the two districts in Kowloon and the main island, while Yan Tong is the Chief Inspector of the New Territories. In theory, they are equal. He has very senior qualifications and is said to be very strong.
Du Weiguo rubbed his stubble, raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment, then said disapprovingly:
"It's okay, Mad Cow, you don't have to worry about any of this, just do your part."
Mad Cow nodded respectfully: "Yes, sir, I understand."
At 4 o'clock in the morning, the rain became more intense, covering up the sky and darkness in an ordinary apartment on Nathan Road. This is the safe house where Reina currently lives.
In the quiet bedroom, Reina, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, opened her eyes suddenly like a corpse, and at the same time, she threw away the quilt with all her strength and threw it towards the door.
Her movements were swift, and when she threw off the quilt, she had already turned over like a cheetah, and she didn't know when she had a pistol in her hand.
But just as she raised her pistol, her slender neck was grabbed by a big hand from behind. Then, another big hand gently rubbed her fiery red hair.
"Tsk, you're quite alert, what's wrong? Reina, you bitch, do you still want to murder your husband?"
A low and joking voice sounded in Reina's ears, and her body suddenly deflated like noodles, and fell into Du Weiguo's arms, complaining angrily:
"Wesley, don't you know how to knock on the door? Do you know that it scares people to death? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"
Du Weiguo crossed his arms, held Reina in his arms, and said with a playful smile:
"I'm outside, I've been soaked in the cold rain for most of the night, I'm hungry and cold, and I want to seek some comfort from Director Reina."
Reina snorted coldly and sneered:
"Hey, you are hungry and cold, so don't make trouble. Mr. Evil God, you are so powerful now. You single-handedly went on a killing spree and leveled the Kowloon Walled City.
The back foot was fought without bloodshed, unified the world of Hong Kong Island, and set new rules. Hundreds of thousands of dwarf mules bowed their heads and listened. With one order, the ground shook. "
Hong Kong Island is Reina's territory, so she is naturally well-informed. She knows everything about what happened in the Kowloon Walled City a few hours ago.
But Du Weiguo was still amused by her rainbow fart:
"Ha! Ashamed, ashamed, Reina, if you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known I was so naughty."
Reina curled her lips, with a teasing expression, and joked half-truthfully:
"What do you think? Boss, your current influence in Hong Kong's underworld is unmatched by anyone. Even Lei Luo has to bow to you. You deserve to be the number one, the uncrowned king."
Du Weiguo smiled and shook his head:
"Ha! What kind of uncrowned king? Okay, please don't try to flatter me. By the way, what's up with that New Territories Detective Yan Tong? Can you move?"
Du Weiguo suddenly changed the subject. Reina was stunned for a moment, then immediately frowned and turned around, with a hint of solemnity in her tone:
"Wesley, now that your purpose of establishing your authority has been fully achieved, I would also like to advise you to let Lardboy live. Why are you targeting Yan Tong again? How did he provoke you?"
There was a hint of nervousness in her tone, and Du Weiguo immediately became interested. He raised his eyebrows, lit a cigarette, and sat casually on the bed:
"What's the matter? Reina, seeing that you are so afraid, does it mean that Inspector Yan Tong has hands and eyes as far as the sky and an unfathomable background?"
Reina suddenly felt a little cold and did not answer immediately. She picked up the quilt on the ground, shook it and put it on her body. She slowly sat next to Du Weiguo and said in a dull tone:
"Yan Tong is the chief inspector of the New Territories, and he is also the agent of the underground banks in Hong Kong Island. He is the same as the golden Douhan from Korea."
"Shh~"
Du Weiguo understood instantly and whistled in a joking tone:
"Good guy, Yan Tong is actually a lackey of the Freemasonry. No wonder he has been able to stand up for so many years. Reina, I found that your MI6 and the Freemasonry have a deep relationship?"
Reina knew what he meant, and sighed quietly, her expression a bit complicated:
"Wesley, the Freemasons are powerful and powerful. They are capital monsters with immeasurable power. These old silver coins have always been hiding behind the scenes to make things happen.
They specialize in playing with money. They tightly control the world's financial and stock markets, and they also have underground banks in various countries with loan sharks. They work together on both sides and echo each other to harvest wealth all the time."
Listening to Lei Na's seemingly sincere words, Du Weiguo's heart slowly sank and his brows furrowed.
The artifact is born, and the big stick of capital is indeed terrifying and invincible. When wielded, everything will turn into powder.
As long as you are alive, you are inseparable from food, clothing, housing, transportation, food, drink, birth, old age, illness and death, and all of these are covered by the big stick of capital.
Anyone who tries to use a mantis as a chariot will end up in ashes.