His underlings looked puzzled, but followed Lam Kong's orders and left, leaving Lam Kong alone in the club.
Lam Kong sat at the bar, took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then dialed a series of familiar phone numbers.
Song Tianyao had over a dozen Uniformed Branch and armed plainclothes officers protecting him, and he also had his own bodyguards and instructors. If they all died, it could only be attributed to bad luck. But if he missed the message Lou Fengyun sent from Macau, he would regret it for the rest of his life!
The counterfeit currency movement that he and Lui Lok had been racking their brains trying to find, was exposed by Lou Fengyun, who was far away in Macau. No wonder those Thailand guys had been so well-dressed lately; it turned out they were hiding a money printing press!
Overwhelmed by the joy of solving the case, Lam Kong didn't even consider that even if the Thailand had a money printing press, they wouldn't be able to obtain controlled materials like paper and ink for making counterfeit money when they first arrived in Hong Kong.
"Hello! It's me." After the call connected, Lam Kong tried his best to keep his voice from sounding out of sorts, but the smile on his lips was impossible to hide, "I had a feeling the counterfeit money came from the Thailand... Your mother is definitely the one who knows. Don't worry about anything else, just gather your men over here right now... What? How do you know? Just bring your men over quickly... Take it! The Thailand have a printing press! Believe it or not, that's it!"
After hanging up the call with Lui Lok, Lam Kong dialed a second number. "Hey! This is Lam Kong. I need to see all the top Red Pole of your gangs within ten minutes... Let me give you a heads-up, the Thailand are done for. If you want revenge, hurry up and come to Golden Source. I'll be waiting for you in ten minutes."
On the Macau Street, Nai Khun and his henchmen, including Cai Bao, emerged from the casino, yawning. In just one hour, they had lost over ten thousand Hong Kong dollars. However, all of this money was counterfeit currency obtained from Kondo Kohei, so they felt no guilt about losing it.
"Young Master Kun, should we send someone to the hotel to keep an eye on those two China person?" Cai Bao asked Nai Khun, somewhat worried. "It's a minor issue if they take the money and run away; I'm worried that we won't receive the goods Sai Ba won't be able to start work..."
Nai Khun waved his hand impatiently, interrupting Cai Bao: "Since it's a collaboration, we have to trust each other. Besides, we killed that Indonesia Black Devils at the hotel. Even if two China person wanted to run away, they'd have to consider the consequences!"
Cai Bao smiled obsequiously, "Yes, Young Master Kun is right. China person are all cowards. Now that we have guns, we can scare them to death."
Nai Khun grinned and stretched. "Let's go! Back to the hotel to sleep!"
More than the China person named Zhang Xiantai providing him with a meal of opium, Nai Khun cared more about finding out the whereabouts of Song Tianyao's family.
Nai Khun glanced back at Cai Bao and the others, shaking his head in exasperation at their lack of ambition. These guys were far inferior to him in terms of their mindset; otherwise, he could have kept them by his side and helped them achieve greater things in the future.
But there's no need for that now. Now that he's in Macau, Nai Khun has no intention of returning to Hong Kong until he finds out what he wants. He'll have those short-sighted guys behind him smuggle the opium back to report first. When he gets back, he'll make sure they know that even without his father, he can still make a name for himself through his own abilities.
"Young Master Kun, something seems off." Just as Nai Khun was still immersed in his dream of surpassing Sai Zhalunwang, Cai Bao took two quick steps closer and said cautiously to him.
"Hmm?" Nai Khun glanced displeased at Cai Bao, who had interrupted his thoughts. Following Cai Bao's gaze, he looked around and frowned, saying, "Is Macau Street always this deserted at night?"
The brightly lit streets under the streetlights were deserted except for them. The convenience stores that had been open when they arrived were now all closed, making the entire Macau Street seem like a ghost town.
As if hearing Nai Khun's question, the sound of car tires screeching against the ground came from both ends of the street. Nai Khun and Cai Bao's group looked in the direction of the sound and saw hardtop cars driving from both ends of the street and stopping simultaneously a few dozen meters away from them, trapping them in the middle of the street.
As the cars came to a stop, their doors opened one after another, and hundreds of people tightly surrounded Nai Khun and his entourage.
Almost instinctively, Cai Bao and the others drew their guns, their expressions wary.
But the next second, despair flashed in their eyes.
Almost every one of the men surrounding them was armed with a sidearm, and some of them were even carrying the latest Soviet Union- made PPK squad machine gun, their dark muzzles pointed directly at them. Cai Bao had no doubt that if he dared to raise his hand, he would be riddled with bullets in the next instant.
Nai Khun's expression changed slightly as he looked up at a man at the front of the crowd. "Hey! Is this how you treat guests in Macau Street?"
At the forefront of the crowd, Huang Ziya fiddled with the pistol in his hand, looked up at Nai Khun and grinned. "It wasn't originally like that, but the person you're looking for is very important to my boss. Don't even mention you, even if the Nationalist Army came in, they might not be able to take them away."
Nai Khun's pupils contracted. He never imagined that Song Tianyao had such a huge influence in Macau, which seemed even more alarming than in Hong Kong.
As a Thai who had just set foot in Macau, Naikun had of course never heard of the name "Macau Wang Hexian." It was only at this moment that he began to understand why Sai Charonwang had been so respectful to those gangsters who he considered utterly useless when he first arrived in Hong Kong.
Nai Khun chuckled, shrugged, tossed the gun aside, and stared at Huang Ziya, saying, "This time I wasn't prepared enough. How about this, I'll fight you, and if I win, you let me go."
Huang Ziya's smile deepened, and she twirled her pistol in a graceful motion before tucking it into her waistband.
Nai Khun's eyes lit up. He bent down slightly, assumed a boxing stance, stared intently at Huang Ziya standing opposite him, and waved at him provocatively.