Before he could finish speaking, a shocked voice rang out. "Brother Hui?"
Scribe Hui looked at the source of the sound with even greater disbelief. Chen Tai's burly figure, along with Tie Tou Su and several of his men, had already appeared beside Handkerchief Qing!
"A-Tai?" Scribe Hui was completely stunned, and Chen Tai was also somewhat taken aback. "The one whose leg was broken, was that one of your workers, Brother Hui?"
"What the hell is this Brother Hui'? It's limestone!" Handkerchief Qing lowered his head, lit a cigarette, and asked Chen Tai next to him, "You know him? Someone from the underworld?"
Chen Tai didn't know how to start the conversation. After learning that Tie Tou Su had been beaten, he and Handkerchief Qing even broke Nine-Tattooed Dragon's legs to avenge their subordinate!
Scribe Hui didn't say anything more. Instead, he turned and staggered towards the Nine-Tattooed Dragon, pushing through the crowd. When he reached the shelf where the Nine-Tattooed Dragon was hanging, Scribe Hui, panting heavily, shouted at the motionless Nine-Tattooed Dragon, "Ah! Ah Long! Ah Long! Wake up!"
Nine-Tattooed Dragon slightly raised his eyelids and said with some difficulty, "I won't die, Brother Hui. That bastard didn't dare to fight me... what a coward... What a waste of the roast goose, they beat me so badly I vomited, it was all for nothing... You saved me again..."
"Shh..." When Scribe Hui heard that Nine-Tattooed Dragon could still speak, his legs went weak and he collapsed next to the shelf.
Handkerchief Qing Jinqing chuckled twice in the distance and said to Tan, the Scribe Tan of 14K, "Hey, Brother Tan, you said 14K doesn't have this guy named Nine-Tattooed Dragon, and you refused to take him away. Now some idiot has popped up, not a member of the martial arts world, but he insists on claiming kinship and taking people away. But let's be clear, since it has nothing to do with 14K, whatever I do won't hurt our relationship, will it?"
Tan, the 14K Scribe Tan, rushed over after receiving news that Handkerchief Qing had beaten up the 14K's men. However, when he arrived, he found that he did not recognize Nine-Tattooed Dragon. He asked his subordinates, but they all said they did not recognize him either. He then asked Handkerchief Qing and learned that Nine-Tattooed Dragon was one of the more than one hundred cannon fodder that the 14K had sent to the dock that night.
Those people could only be considered "Blue Lanterns," not even "49ers." Scribe Tan wouldn't offend the currently powerful "Handkerchief Qing" just because of a "Blue Lantern." What he needed to do now was to work hard to maintain good relations with local triads, cooperate to make money, and let 14K truly gain a foothold. So he simply said that he didn't know the other party.
Hearing Handkerchief Qing's words, the Scribe Tan smiled and said, "A-Qing, since you're not one of 14K, then it's naturally your decision."
"Hang that bastard up too, and ask him what happened... A-Tai, do you know that guy? If you do, I'll give you face and let it go," Handkerchief Qing said magnanimously, glancing at Chen Tai's somewhat unpleasant expression.
Chen Tai nodded. "I know him. Brother Qing, please, for my sake, let's leave it at that..."
"Don't move anything, send someone to check!" Three cars drove directly from outside the dock into the unloading area!
Several plainclothes officers jumped out of the car before it had even come to a complete stop, shouting at the Handkerchief Qing.
"Are you all out of your minds? Coming to my turf to inspect? Didn't the fees fill your stomachs? Did you starve to the point of begging? If you begged, at least be polite, and I might even give each of you two dollars." Handkerchief Qing's heart skipped a beat, but he still spoke arrogantly.
People from the underworld have never been afraid of these cops in situations like this.
"This must be Brother Qing, the 'Handkerchief'? I've heard so much about you." Yan Xiong, wearing a floral suit and flip-flops, got out of the car, chewing betel nut. He spat out the betel nut residue with a snort before grinning and saying, "Come on, Yue, bring up my gift for Brother Qing, the 'Handkerchief'."
"Yes, Master Hung." Yan Hung's plainclothes subordinate A Yue, turned around and led his men to open the trunk of a car. A box of opium and four opium pipes were placed on the ground!
Handkerchief Qing's expression changed slightly. "You're Sergeant Hung? You're not from the Sai Kung Police Station...?"
"The police suspect you of trafficking opium. If you run, it's considered resisting arrest, so you'd better walk back to the police station with me to give a statement and provide bail." Yan Hung patted the residue off his hands and said with a sinister smile.
"I'll pick a fight with your mother..." Although Handkerchief Qing had long heard that this Sergeant Hung Xiong had even dared to lay a hand on his fellow cops, Rat Xiang, Tan Changshan, and even Chai Fa Chiu, he never expected that this guy would actually come all the way from Mong Kok to Sai Kung and dare to frame him in front of everyone! So he started cursing.
Before he could finish his rant, A Wai A Yue, and the others behind Yan Hung had already drawn their pistols, forcing Handkerchief Qing to only finish his sentence.
Nowadays, in Mong Kok or even the entire Kowloon, everyone knows the name of Sergeant Hung. He's known for his generosity and takes good care of his subordinates, whether they're plainclothes or Uniformed Branch. In the Mong Kok Police Station, these officers no longer distinguish between gangs; they're like family. If one officer is offended by a gangster, the entire station will immediately come to disrupt the other's business. In just two months, gangsters in the Mong Kok area either became arrogant and were framed and imprisoned by Yan Hung, or were shot dead on the spot and reported in the newspapers, or they obediently bowed their heads and submitted. Even Scribe Tan who stands behind Handkerchief Qing, now has to smile obsequiously when he sees Yan Hung.
Moreover, Yan Hung also curried favor with those underworld figures who bowed to him, giving away the territories of those he had driven out to those who submitted to him. By attacking one side and winning over the other, Yan Hung had become the de facto leader of the underworld order in Mong Kok!
"Brother Hung?" Just as the atmosphere was tense, Chen Tai, who was behind the Handkerchief Qing, suddenly stepped forward, startling Yan Hung.
He knew Chen Tai was Song Tianyao's distant cousin, but he didn't expect him to be here tonight.
Just then, two more cars drove into the dock from a distance. Both sides, who were on the verge of conflict, turned their heads. A middle-aged man in a suit and tie, with a smile on his face, got out of the car. When Yan Hung saw him, his expression changed slightly.
Handkerchief Qing and his men, however, all showed delight and proactively greeted him, "Brother Lok!"
"Brother Hung, you brought so many brothers to my Sai Kung Huantou so late at night to see the night view?" The man nodded slightly to Handkerchief Qing and the others, then walked up to Yan Hung and said with a smile.