The Scribe Hua, spoke slowly, "Lan Kou Zha, you dare to talk big in front of us? Go ahead and try if you dare!"
"Ah Hua, that's not how it works. How could Ah Zha not have the guts? Let him give it a try!" Lai Li Bing grinned wickedly and urged Lan Kou Zha, "Brother Cha, hey, as your brother, I'll support you. I'll lend you twenty men, all armed, and we'll set off with you tomorrow. But if things go wrong, I won't know anything about it."
Seeing the embarrassed look on Lan Kou Zha's face, Scribe Hua mocked, "Alright, even Brother Bing said so, Brother Cha, I'll lend you twenty men too. You'd better set off tomorrow morning."
Under their taunts, Lan Kou Zha's face turned pale and then red, and after a long while, he finally shouted, "You two bastards, do you have any humanity? The Thailand are clearly trying to starve everyone to death, and you still have the nerve to joke with me?"
Seeing that he was changing the subject, Scribe Hua sneered, "It was your Brother Cha who joked with us first. You know what the situation is like now, right? Everyone's gangs are leaderless. Who knows if the gangs will still be around when we open our eyes tomorrow? You dare to go and cause trouble for the Thailand without even giving us a heads-up? Do you want to die even faster?"
"Should we greet them? Sister Yun isn't in Hong Kong now, and the leaders of all the gangs have been taken back by the Britain. We don't even have a decent leader. Are we really just going to watch the Thailand drive us to the brink?" Lan Kou Zha rubbed his neck in frustration and sighed heavily.
Upon hearing his words, the expressions on the faces of the Scribe Hua and the Lan Kou Zha darkened somewhat. Not long ago, these underworld figures were at the height of their power in Hong Kong, backed by the Police Club established by Song Tianyao, each of them living a life of luxury and prestige. In less than a month, the major triads had fallen apart, and there were signs that they were beginning to disintegrate.
Thinking of this, the three of them couldn't help but complain about the gang leaders who were still suffering in the British Army camp. If they had just obediently followed Lou Fengyun and hadn't been secretly causing trouble, they could have thrown the Thais into the sea to feed the fish in no time, let alone dozens of Thailand.
"Ahua, you always have ideas, say a few words!" Lai Li Bing touched the bald patches on his head and gestured with his chin towards his Scribe Hua.
Upon hearing this, Lan Kou Zha's eyes lit up. One of them was Red Pole and the other Straw Sandal. In terms of intelligence, they were obviously not as quick-witted as Scribe Hua. After all, those who acted as White Paper Fan in the Hong Kong underworld had to rely on their brains to make a living, otherwise they wouldn't have been given the title of Master Hua.
Of course, Scribe Hui was an exception.
"Don't rush, I'm thinking about it." Scribe Hua stroked his beard with one hand, and with the other hand, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, shook it out, and put it in his mouth.
Upon hearing that Scribe Hua seemed to have a solution, Lan Kou Zha hurriedly struck a match and cheerfully handed the flame to him.
Scribe Hua, exhaled smoke, his cigarette burning halfway down, he finally spoke slowly, under the expectant gazes of Lan Kou Zha and Lai Li Bing: "We dare not move now because we are afraid of the Britain. We don't know if they will continue to target us. In that case, we might as well take the initiative to go to them and let them give us an answer, whether we live or die."
Lan Kou Zha his head, puzzled. "Find the Britain? Sister Yun isn't in Hong Kong right now, how can we have the right to contact them..."
Scribe Hua, glared at the Lan Kou Zha man. "Is your head filled with shit? Who told you to go directly to the Britain, to go to Lam Kong? That guy knows a lot of Britain Foreign Devils at Sister Yun's Police Club; he can put in a good word for us."
Lan Kou Zha and Lai Li Bing nodded thoughtfully, seemingly agreeing with Scribe Hua's statement. However, after exchanging glances, the three of them saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.
Once upon a time, the police were merely tools they could order around, but now, in order to survive, they have no choice but to actively seek out the police and beg them to show them the way.
"The situation is beyond our control, and this is the only way." Seeing that even the Lan Kou Zha didn't object, Lai Li Bing shook his head with a wry smile, "But Lam Kong is doing very well now and can't wait to distance himself from us. Would he still want to see us?"
Scribe Hua, shook his head. "He will. Where does the Police Club get such a large monthly expense? In the end, it comes from our pockets. If the gangs are really forced to starve, it won't benefit anyone. But the three of us going to see Lam Kong isn't enough. The boss isn't here. I'm planning to go with the other big shots from the gang. What about you guys?"
"Understood, I'll go back and contact the leaders of the other branches right now." Lai Li Bing nodded, greeted his Scribe Hua and Lan Kou Zha, waved to his underlings, and left with a retinue of followers.
Lan Kou Zha waved his hand. "Alright! I'll go back too, see if I can contact a few people. If this keeps up, we'll all be forced to find legitimate ways to make money."
As the Lan Kou Zha left, only Scribe Hua and a few of his underlings remained standing in front of the Heavenly Hung Shing Temple. Scribe Hua gazed at the Guangli Hung Shing Tai Wong enshrined in the Hung Shing Temple, the wispy smoke making the statue appear somewhat illusory, and he couldn't help but drift into a daze.
After a moment, one of his underlings whispered a reminder: "Brother Hua?"
Scribe Hua suddenly woke up, looked around, shook his head and smiled wryly, then waved to his underlings. "Let's go, back to the headquarters!"
Scribe Hua, left with his underlings, looking rather grim. There was something he hadn't said to Lan Kou Zha and Lai Li Bing, which was the source of his inner turmoil.
If this time they only target the police, then from now on, Hong Kong will truly only have one prefix, not the "Yun" prefix of Lou Fengyun's name, but the "Guan "Official-prefix gangs of the Royal Hong Kong Police!
Chapter 544 Reunion
Outside a two-story building on Arbuthnot Street with a sign for the Golden Source Club, four or five Uniformed Branch policemen patrolled the street below, glancing at the street corner from time to time, seemingly waiting for someone.
A white Chevrolet hardtop sedan slowly drove up from the street. The Uniformed Branch who had been eagerly waiting saw the license plate number and perked up, straightening their backs and standing on the side of the street to wait without looking to the side.