Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

The moon is at its zenith, Portland Street, Mong Kok.

It's already midnight, but the place is still bustling with lights and decadence. Nearly half of the night owls in Hong Kong Island have gathered here.

Countless young men and women are eager to soothe their empty souls and restless bodies here.

The smell of cigarettes, alcohol, powder, perfume, and the indescribable smell of hormones filled every corner of the street.

Speaking of this, I have to digress.

According to the normal development trajectory, Hong Kong Island is not actually so prosperous at the moment. It was not until the late 1970s that this grand scene appeared.

It was Du Weiguo, the big moth, who flapped its wings vigorously, that brought this prosperity forward by at least ten years.

Although the massive influx of immigrants has slightly reduced the public security in Hong Kong Island, it has also brought about the demographic dividend ahead of schedule.

The vast majority of these immigrants have jobs. The dozen or so factories under Zhao Yingnan alone, represented by Kunpeng Cigarettes and Kirin Beer, directly solve the food problem of hundreds of thousands of people.

Factories are treasure troves that can simultaneously drive upstream raw materials, downstream terminals, and midstream transportation links.

The workers' strong demands for food, clothing, housing, transportation, weddings, funerals, medical treatment, watching plays, and even (visiting) prostitutes will form surrounding business districts of all sizes.

While prospering business, the employment problem was also solved once again.

This is the charm of industry. A large factory with 10,000 employees, including their families, can support at least 100,000 people, and they live well.

When small rivers overflow, big rivers will overflow. When the bottom layer is prosperous, the upper layer will naturally be fertile, and these places of extravagance and decadence will come into being.

"Wow, you're so handsome, can you buy me a drink?"

Under the ambiguous neon lights, a mixed-race girl with hot clothes and an equally hot body, extended an invitation to Du Weiguo with seductive eyes.

"No, I have no rice." Du Weiguo exhaled smoke and spread his hands helplessly.

"I lost it!"

The girl immediately made an international gesture to him and turned her head away, looking for new prey.

She is a professional wine hostess. Of course, if she meets a rich and generous man, she doesn't mind having a casual flirtation with him.

But the prerequisite is that you have to pay enough money, otherwise, no matter how handsome you are, like Du Weiguo, she won’t even look at you.

Women like them only care about money, and appearance doesn't matter to them anymore. The saying "cousins ​​are heartless and actors are disloyal" refers to this kind of situation.

"Oh, it's really realistic."

Du Weiguo chuckled and shook his head. He was not angry. He put his hands in his pockets and continued to wander around aimlessly.

He was a little tipsy at this rare moment, but the price he paid was that Shota, Mao Ai and others who were drinking with him all fell drunk and lost consciousness.

Five people showed off six boxes of Kurokishima Shochu, a total of 5 bottles.

Lao Lei's betrayal made Du Weiguo feel heavy with anger. He could understand it, but he couldn't accept it.

What made him even more depressed was his situation. He never expected that today he could give orders to Su Mei and thought he had become the chess player.

But he still couldn't break free from the cage of the past, and still couldn't escape the fate of being schemed and used by others.

The experiences and past in the old city have become an invisible shackle that locks him tightly.

Du Weiguo even had an impulse in his heart to go back to Sijiu City and make a big fuss, causing chaos and causing chaos.

"Hmm?" At this moment, Du Weiguo suddenly raised his eyebrows.

He caught a glimpse of a familiar figure and quickly walked into a nightclub on the street, the Gold Bar.

"Hey, that's interesting. Does Uncle Jiu also come to a place like this to have fun?"

Although he changed into casual clothes and wore a hat, what was Du Weiguo's look like? It was impossible to mistake him. This person was definitely Uncle Nine, the current Chinese Chief Inspector of the three major districts of Hong Kong Island.

Watching Uncle Jiu walking towards the back of the bar as if he was familiar with the place, Du Weiguo immediately became interested, flicked his cigarette butt and followed him.

This gold bar bar should have been newly opened in the past two years. It is a disco, two-story, very large, newly decorated, and crowded.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard the punk rock music of Led Zeppelin. The music was deafening, and the smell of alcohol mixed with perfume went straight to my head.

In the dance floor, under the dazzling strobe lights, countless young bodies are twisting their bodies in ecstasy to the lyrics they cannot understand.

It’s only 68, but the nightclub culture here in Hong Kong Island is already quite hot, reaching its peak in the late 80s.

It lasted for about ten years, but began to decline around the millennium, with many of them going bankrupt, and by later times had completely fallen into decline.

In fact, it wasn’t just the nightclubs that declined in Hong Kong in later generations; the entire island declined. Damn it, I’ve gone off topic again. Let me stop here.

After entering the door, Du Weiguo found an inconspicuous corner and sat down, his eyes always on Uncle Jiu.

At this time, Uncle Jiu had already gone up to the second floor and sat down in the booth at the edge. There was already some wine on the coffee table, all of which were expensive foreign wines.

"Yohoo, this is an appointment, which makes it even more interesting. Who would ask Uncle Jiu to meet in a place like this? Could it be that Uncle Jiu's iron tree is about to bloom?"

Du Weiguo became even more interested, and his gossip spirit was burning.

"Boss, what do you want to drink?"

At this time, a guy in a white shirt and black vest came over, shaking his head to the rhythm, and shouted into Du Weiguo's ear.

Du Weiguo didn't say anything, but stuffed a hundred-dollar bill into his vest pocket and pointed to the Kirin beer on the next table.

"OK!" Meeting a generous customer, the waiter nodded with a smile and left with a hop.

"Ok?"

The next moment, Du Weiguo frowned. In just a short while, Uncle Jiu disappeared.

But he didn't panic. As long as Uncle Jiu couldn't fly, he would never escape his sight. He just squinted his eyes and glanced around, and he had a rough idea in his mind.

But his expression also changed. He lost the teasing and relaxed look and became a little serious.

"There are secret doors and passages in a place like this? Could it be that Uncle Jiu is here to investigate a case?"

"Here comes the wine!"

Du Weiguo's thoughts were interrupted again by the waiter, who came back with a dozen bottles of Kirin beer.

"Boss, please enjoy your meal." While helping Du Weiguo to set the table, the waiter secretly glanced at his expression.

Seeing him waving his hands impatiently, the waiter was not angry at all. Instead, his eyes were full of joy and he was very enthusiastic.

"My name is Sam, Boss, drink slowly, if you have any problem, call me!"

Kirin Beer is currently the best-selling beer in Hong Kong Island. It sells for HK$1 a bottle on the market, but it sells for HK$5 here.

For this order alone, Sam can take away 28 yuan in tips, which is more than his two-day wages. How can he not be enthusiastic?
After the waiter left, Du Weiguo casually opened a bottle of beer, tilted his head back, took a sip, licked his lips, and felt unsatisfied, so he raised his hand and drank another bottle.

I ate some salty food in the evening and drank a lot of liquor. I am actually a little thirsty now. As for being drunk, that’s not the case.

With his current physical condition, there is no difference between beer and water.

"Wow, handsome boy, you are such a good drinker! Can you buy me a drink?"

Seeing that he was drinking heavily, spending lavishly, and most importantly, his clothes and demeanor were those of a wealthy man, a sharp-eyed wine-tipping girl immediately came over.

However, her looks were quite average. She must be a native of Hong Kong Island. She was dark and ugly. Du Weiguo didn't like her at all and was not even qualified to play with her.

"Pork chop, get out of the way~"

Du Weiguo's speech was unpleasant and loud, but in the current environment, it seemed very natural.

As the saying goes, you sing the song that suits you. At this moment, he looked like a dandy young man who often came to such places to hunt for beauties.

How can such a person have a good temper? When an ugly girl approached him and tried to cheat him out of money, he was considered to be of high quality if he didn't hit her directly.

Even the hostess herself wasn't angry. She just rolled her eyes and walked away with her hips twisted.

However, how could these hyena-like guys let go of a high-quality single client like Du Weiguo so easily?

In less than a minute, the second wine-tipping girl had already arrived at the battle position.

"What? Can I do it?" She asked bluntly, and a little bit arrogantly.

But she does have the capital. She looks good, and most importantly, she has a sexy body. When she leans on the wine table, a thrilling cleavage appears on her chest.

Du Weiguo didn't say a word and directly handed her a bottle of wine, and at the same time stuffed 100 yuan into her chest.

The woman smiled charmingly and said in a professional manner, "You are so unlucky~"

"What? Jingbo, I'm very sharp in bed, do you want to try it later?"

"Really? How strong is it?" Du Weiguo flirted with her blatantly and skillfully, his hands moving up and down dishonestly, like a veteran in the world of love.

But he always glanced at the second floor from the corner of his eye, his eyes were as cold as a knife.

The second floor of the bar is semi-open. The booth where Uncle Jiu sat before is located at the very edge, which is also a blind spot of the lighting, right next to the outer wall.

However, behind the outer wall is not the outdoors, but a long corridor. In other words, this wall is actually a secret door.

Uncle Jiu should have disappeared through this secret door. What’s more interesting is that there is someone guarding behind the door.

Obviously, Du Weiguo's guess just now was wrong. Uncle Jiu was not here to investigate the case, otherwise, he would not have been able to enter so smoothly, and the guards could not have been standing there.

"Damn it, things seem to be developing in a direction I didn't expect. Uncle Jiu is also causing trouble."

Du Weiguo frowned, and the irritability that he had just barely suppressed by drinking a lot of wine suddenly rose up again.

"What do you say, pretty boy? If you just help me buy a few more bottles of wine, I'll go back to the house with you tonight, okay?"

At this moment, the hot hostess didn't notice his expression change and was rubbing his arm with her plump body, trying her best to get him to spend money.

"No problem!"

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Du Weiguo generously handed her a few hundred-dollar bills.

"I'm going to take a dump. I'll come back and fight you for another 300 rounds."

"Okay, who scared you?"

The wine-selling girl didn't even bother to raise her head and counted the money in surprise. Du Weiguo stood up and squeezed into the dance floor, disappearing into the noisy crowd.

The next moment, without anyone noticing, he appeared behind the secret door.

"boom!"

Behind the secret door, two capable guards felt their eyes blurred for a moment and fainted at the same time without seeing anything clearly.

"Fuck! There's a gun?"

Du Weiguo's eyes suddenly tightened when he accidentally saw the pistol exposed behind the guard's waist.

When I pulled it out, I found it was a Glock 67 pistol with a silencer installed. This thing was only produced by the Guyana Arsenal last year. The production is limited and the supply is in short supply.

Those with original silencers are even rarer, and have been sold for as high as $240 a pair on the black market, and there is still a shortage of buyers.

Du Weiguo was a little surprised:
"What the hell is going on here? A small group using a nightclub as a cover, no matter how high-end it is, the guards can't be equipped with guns, let alone such high-end ones."

"Damn it, I can find such a big melon just by strolling around. I really have a calamity physique."

After putting the pistol and the magazine into the space, Du Weiguo continued walking along the passage.

"My goodness, this isn't just a small group. It's a big situation. Is someone trying to cause trouble right under my nose?"

About half a minute later, at the end of the passage, Du Weiguo's face became extremely gloomy.

The place where he is now should have been an old-style four-story tube building. The houses on the street have been converted into shops. Even the third and fourth floors are restaurants, businesses, and even brothels.

However, the interior of the tube building has been completely changed, with twenty completely independent passages, like a spider's nest city.

All passages eventually lead underground.

This tube building also has an underground space, which is very large and deep. It is made of reinforced concrete and should be an underground defense facility built during World War II.

It is obvious that this place that looks like the Spider Cave is the base of a secret organization hidden in the city.

So, do the twenty or so passages in the tube building mean that this organization has at least twenty or so members?

Judging from Uncle Jiu's performance, he came in smoothly without any conflict, so he should be a member of this organization.

It’s terrifying to think about it. You know, Uncle Jiu’s current status is not low.

He is the Chinese Chief Inspector of the three major districts in Hong Kong Island. Although he is old-fashioned and has no foundation, he is still in his position and his power and status are among the top dozens in Hong Kong Island.

If the remaining twenty or so members of this secret organization are of equal or even higher status than Uncle Jiu, then their combined power would be quite terrifying.

"Damn it, fine. I want to see who can create such a big situation in Hong Kong Island."

There was a gleam of viciousness in Du Weiguo's eyes, and he had already decided to kill.

How can I allow others to sleep peacefully beside my bed?
Hong Kong Island is Du Weiguo's private territory. He cannot allow the existence of such a secret society with enormous power.

In addition, Uncle Jiu’s actions also made him feel heartbroken.

It cannot be said that Uncle Jiu stabbed someone in the back, because he has never been a member of Du Weiguo's army, and he does not admit that he is a member of the Sha Shen Clan.

Even though he got the position of Chief Chinese Detective because of Du Weiguo's recommendation, he also helped him solve problems many times and handled cases that he was unable to solve.

In fact, Du Weiguo was willing to give up the profits from flour partly because of Uncle Jiu's favor.

But even so, the differences between Uncle Jiu and Du Weiguo continued to grow, and their relationship became increasingly distant, to the point that now, they basically have no contact.

"Uncle Jiu has too much power. Pengzi should have gained enough experience in the past two years. It's time to share the power and hand over the Kowloon District to him."

Regardless of the nature of this organization and whether it is hostile to him, Du Weiguo has already made up his mind to reduce Uncle Jiu's power.

He walked down the stairs while talking to himself.

"Hey! What are you wearing~~"

There were also guards in the stairs leading down, but as soon as they noticed Du Weiguo, their eyes suddenly went dark and they fainted.

Du Weiguo didn't kill him after all. After all, the situation was unclear and he didn't want to kill innocent people.

Although he has taken countless lives now and the red line of not harming innocent people has long become blurred, he still tries his best to restrain himself when he can avoid killing anyone.

Du Weiguo didn't want to become a murderer who regarded human life as worthless, even though the outside world had already positioned him that way.

After a while, after getting rid of several guards, Du Weiguo finally came to a metal door with a frown on his face.

This door is located more than 30 meters underground. The door panel is made of pure metal. It should be a nuclear explosion-proof door. The thickness is more than one meter. The key is that there is another layer behind it, so even his vision cannot see through it.

"Fuck, who are we guarding against?"

Du Weiguo suddenly became furious and immediately drew out his Fuchen Knife, ready to chop down the door.

"Drip drop~"

At this moment, a shrill alarm suddenly sounded throughout the underground space.

"Huh? Did I show my face?"

Du Weiguo's expression froze, and without hesitation, he thrust the floating knife in his hand into the gap of the iron gate with a "swish", and then slashed it with force.

"Swish~" Two alloy lock cores as thick as wrists were cut off in an instant.

The iron door weighing dozens of tons has 8 alloy lock cores, and this door has 2 of them.

Even though Du Weiguo had a magical weapon like the Floating and Sinking Sword in his hand to lend him leverage, it still took him several minutes to open the two iron doors with his bare hands and deal with a dozen guards.

Behind the metal door is a very spacious space, nearly two thousand square meters.

However, when Du Weiguo arrived, the house was already empty. There was a secret passage in this underground space that led directly to the sea.

"Fuck! He runs so fast."

In a room similar to a conference room, Du Weiguo looked at the huge conference table in front of him that could seat 30 people, his face livid.

There were more than a dozen teacups on the table, and the tea was still warm, proving that there were at least a dozen people discussing something just now.

The main seat was a high chair, and on the wall behind it hung a black flag with a scarlet spider totem painted on it.

At the same time, in Yau Ma Tei Bay, in the cabin of a yacht, there were seven or eight people sitting around, all wearing various half-face masks.

"Prophet, are you sure the intruder just now was really a demon?"

A man wearing a white beast mask spoke in an urgent tone, his neck flushed red with excitement.

"Yes, quite sure."

"Bang, we've been discovered, we're done!" He leaned back in his chair dejectedly.

"Calm down, Mr. Bai Ze. The evil spirit is not a real god who is omnipotent. Isn't he catching up with us now?"

Sitting in the middle, the one called the Prophet was a tall and thin man. He spoke in a calm tone and wore a dark red mask.

However, judging from his exposed palms, he is of white descent and should be quite old. (End of this chapter)