Hong Kong Comprehensive: The Rise of the King

As soon as Da Mi raised his hand, the younger brother behind him strode forward, opened the suitcase in his hand, and placed it in front of Tony. The suitcase was filled with Hong Kong dollars. This box must have at least tens of millions.

"One hand delivers the goods and the other hand pays. I've shown you the money, but you haven't seen my goods yet."

Tony looked at the tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars in front of him, nodded, and raised his hand to signal.

"Click, click."

Originally, Da Mi thought that Tony's action was to have someone take the goods down, but what he didn't expect was that the black suit brothers surrounding him moved in unison and took out firearms from their pockets one after another.

Tony had a cold smile on his face, his eyes were cold, and he looked at the people in front of him as if they were dead. He smiled and said to Da Mi:
"All the goods you want are here."

"Do it."

Tony ordered.

"Boom boom boom..."

The trigger was pulled, countless bullets were fired, making bursts of loud noises. Blood holes appeared on the bodies of the brothers standing in the front row. Countless blood spurted out, adding a bloody smell to the salty and humid coast. Screams rang out one after another.

"Fuck you. Flop."

Da Mi roared angrily. He knew that he was being bullied today. He didn't expect that these firearms merchants would actually attack him directly:

"Quick, take their firearms."

Because the two sides were standing very close to each other, only those in the front row were shot. Da Mi was very well prepared today and brought almost all of his subordinates here.

After they realized what was happening, they immediately gave orders and the younger brothers drew out the knives at their waists and rushed towards the younger brothers brought by Tony. They knew that if they didn't try their best to grab a firearm now, they would most likely be shot to death.

However, Da Mi was well prepared, and Tony was even more well prepared. Tony snorted coldly:
"You still want to resist. You really don't know how to live or die."

Tony clapped his hands, and several of his younger brothers beside him immediately dropped the Black Star firearms in their hands, took out automatic firearms from their waists, and started sweeping.

"Rumble..."

The roar that reached the sky continued for two full minutes before it began to subside and the flames died down.

At this moment, no one could hear the sound of the sea breeze blowing or the waves hitting the rocks. Instead, the air was filled with a mixture of gunpowder and blood.

The moon, which was originally covered by dark clouds, now appeared. The white moonlight enveloped the world like a layer of gauze, covering the corpses lying in disorder on the coast. The blood flowed on the mud and rocks and entered the ocean, attracting fish.

"You, what on earth do you want to do."

Da Mi couldn't stop shaking, with a look of fear on his face. It was not known whether it was because the night breeze was too cold or because his heartbeat was too accelerated, but his teeth were chattering constantly and his pupils were as small as needles, then slowly dilating. If he was pushed even slightly now, Da Mi would probably not be able to stand steadily and would collapse directly to the ground.

"You don't need to know what I want to do."

"All you have to do now is come with us."

The expression on Tony's face was extremely calm, as if nothing had happened just now. He still had a faint smile on his face. Tony showed his handsome face and waved his hand, and the younger brothers standing behind Tony took action.

The younger brothers in black suits all took action and skillfully piled all the corpses aside, and then drove the van driven by Da Mi onto the cargo ship.

At this time, Tony held a firearm in one hand and beckoned to his younger brother with the other hand. The younger brother immediately understood what he meant, took out a cigarette, handed it to Tony's mouth, and lit it for him.

"sail."

At the command, the anchor was pulled up, the chains were untied, and the cargo ship began to slowly move towards the sea.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the coast of North Cape Port seemed as if nothing had happened. The salty and humid sea breeze blew away the smell of blood and gunpowder, the moon was covered by dark clouds again, and peace returned to here again.

At this moment on the cargo ship, Da Mi was completely stunned. He really didn't expect that such a thing would happen today. He had purchased firearms before, but nothing like this had ever happened before.

Especially seeing how skillful his movements were, it was obvious that this was not the first time he had done this. The other party was not a firearms dealer at all, but a professional killer.

"You, what do you want? I can give it to you, just let me go."

On the cargo ship, Da Mi was crawling on the deck, his muscles shaking and spasming uncontrollably.

A Black Star firearm was now pressed against the back of Da Mi's head. No one could bear the feeling of having his life in the hands of someone else. Endless fear rose in his heart, making him feel suffocated and unable to breathe.

"I, I am from Dongxing. No matter what you want, I can give it to you."

"Money, you are paid by others, right? I will give you money. No matter what others give you, I will give you double, no, triple, as long as you can let me go."

"Don't kill me, help me."

Da Mi, who could have rushed forward without caring about his life, now had a voice full of trembling and fear.

Death is a terrifying thing for everyone. Even the bravest soldiers fighting on the front lines hold on to the hope of survival.

But now Big Mi can't see any hope. He is like a little mouse in Tony's hand. As long as Tony wants, he can take his life with just a little force.

Da Mi, who was on the deck, could even smell the gunpowder from the firearm at the back of his head. His life was hanging by a thread, and he could only keep begging for mercy to get a glimmer of hope.

Looking at Big Mi crawling on the ground, Tony's eyes were cold. He took out a good cigarette from his pocket, stuffed it into Big Mi's mouth, and personally slid the match to light it so that Big Mi would shut up.

"You said you could give me whatever I wanted, didn't you?"

Tony sneered and slowly asked the irresponsible Da Mi.

Hearing this, Da Mi seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw. He rubbed his head hard on the deck, ignoring the scratches on his skin, and nodded quickly:
"Give, I can give anything."

"You should know the Five Tigers of East Star. I am a good brother to one of them, Lei Yaoyang, the Thunder Tiger. Just make your demands. I can give you anything as long as you let me go."

Tony laughed and nodded, then slowly leaned down, whispering like a devil:
"I don't want anything but your life."

"We have reached the high seas, and this will also be where you will be buried."

"Bang." The trigger was pulled and blood spurted out.

Blood gushed out from Da Mi's head. Before he died, he still had a terrified look on his face, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

Tony took the silk scarf handed to him by his younger brother and wiped the blood off his hands:
"Throw them all into the sea to feed the sharks, then clean up the blood on the cleat and leave the van alone."

"Yes."

The brothers received the order and quickly dumped all the bodies into the high seas.
Tony took out a wireless phone from his pocket, quickly punched a few numbers on it, and called Sheng Jiale. The call was quickly connected:
"Hey, boss, I killed Da Mi on the high seas."

"It was handled very cleanly. After today, they won't be able to find anything except shark feces."

Time flies, and the sun rises the next day.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the scene before my eyes was hazy. At this moment, I was in the hall of Lei Yaoyang, the Thunder Tiger of the East Star.

The room, which was originally decorated very delicately, has now become a little messy. The fire in the aromatherapy stove hanging on the wall has been extinguished, and only the faint smell of burning vanilla remains in the room.

The sandalwood table was now filled with wine bottles and coffee pots, and there was still some leftover coffee in the coffee cup.

Lei Yaoyang stood by the window, the cigar in his lips burning fiercely. He looked a little depressed, with faint dark circles under his eyes. His brows were furrowed and he squinted at the hazy scenery outside the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

Last night was a sleepless night for Lei Yaoyang because nothing happened last night.

"Zhao, Da Mi, what on earth is that guy doing? He should have come back last night."

Lei Yaoyang's voice was hoarse and low, and his expression was extremely unhappy.

Now he and Jiang Tiansheng are at war to the death. Lei Yaoyang knows that this is a matter between himself and Hongxing. Even if he can find other hall masters and partners in Dongxing, there probably won't be many. After all, no one is a fool and won't want to go to war with Hongxing right now.

Lei Yaoyang knew that Luotuo was especially careful in handling the relationship between him and Hongxing. Now that he had exposed the truth, he was afraid that this old man would not come forward to help him until everything was over.

Now, the only thing Lei Yaoyang can trust is the firearms in his hands, but the problem is that you were sent to the port of North Point to transport the firearms last night. Normally, you should have come back long ago, but up to now, not even a message has been sent back, let alone a figure.

This made Lei Yaoyang feel uneasy and he tossed and turned all night.

Lei Yaoyang paced back and forth in the room. The heavy pressure and poor work and rest schedule made his thoughts extremely chaotic:
"No, something might have happened to Da Mi. We must find him first."

Finally, Lei Yaoyang came to the conclusion that even if he didn't get the firearm, he had to get Da Mi back. Otherwise, when the war broke out, he would be isolated and helpless.

Lei Yaoyang walked to the wooden table, picked up the pager on the table, and said solemnly:
"Call the greyhound for me at once."

In less than ten minutes, the door of Lei Yaoyang's room opened, and a man in a black suit, with a fierce face and a burly figure came in. Qingsheng could see that even on the exposed skin, there were countless scars of varying sizes, not to mention those hidden under the clothes. This man was Greyhound.

Greyhound walked up to Lei Yaoyang with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, and bowed:
"Boss, what do you want from me?"

Ever since Greyhound was taken in by Lei Yaoyang, he received better treatment than when he was under Fatty Li, so he gave his loyalty to Lei Yaoyang.

Lei Yaoyang also admired Greyhound, a man who dared to fight and rush to the front without hesitation.

Relying on his own strength, Greyhound helped Lei Yaoyang solve many problems during this period, and even conquered a lot of territory. His status around Lei Yaoyang was rising steadily.

Now Greyhound is by Lei Yaoyang's side, and his trust and status are second only to Da Mi.

Lei Yaoyang was sitting on the sofa at this time, sipping tea to cheer himself up. He looked up at Greyhound with a serious expression, pointed at the sofa in front of him, asked Greyhound to sit down, took out two cigars from his pocket, and threw one of them to Greyhound.

With a click, the cigar was cut open, the firewood was lit, and the smoke from the burning tobacco swirled out. Lei Yaoyang took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, with a solemn expression, and said to Greyhound in a deep voice:

"You should also know that the situation between us and Hongxing has already become tense. As long as there is a small spark, it will explode and start a war."

"Last night, I asked Da Mi to secretly lead people to the port in the northern suburbs to transport a batch of firearms. Logically, Da Mi should have returned last night, but I haven't received any news until now."

"I think something might have happened to Da Mi, so I want you to go to the port at North Point to investigate and find Da Mi as soon as possible. I want to see her alive or dead."

"Also, this matter must be done in secret, especially not to be discovered by the Hongxing people, otherwise things will get really serious."

After hearing what Lei Yaoyang said, Greyhound's expression suddenly became extremely solemn. He also knew how serious the current situation was. Da Mi had gone to move the firearms but had not returned yet. The seriousness of this matter meant something. Greyhound immediately stood up from the sofa, clasped his fists towards Lei Yaoyang and said:
"Boss, I'll go investigate right away."

Greyhound had just taken two steps when Lei Yaoyang pressed the cigar in his mouth into the ashtray and twisted it fiercely twice. A voice came out:
"You are my most trusted subordinate. You must do this well and never let any news leak out."

Greyhound didn't say anything, just nodded and walked out.

What neither Greyhound nor Lei Yaoyang had expected was that at this moment, not far from Lei Yaoyang's hall, there was a group of people waiting quietly again, like dark shadows and ghosts.

The back door of Lei Yaoyang Hall was quietly opened. Greyhound was wearing a pair of sunglasses and a gray woolen hat on his head. His usual serious suit had been replaced by a casual coat.

If it weren't for the fact that he was a young man from his sturdy figure, most people would probably mistake him for an old man passing by on the roadside.

Greyhound knew that his purpose and mission this time could not be made public, and he definitely could not make a big fuss by parading around like he usually did, so he disguised himself before going out.

After going out of the back door, he looked around from time to time. After making sure that there was no one around him, he slowly began to walk, as if he was taking a stroll aimlessly, and went to the entrance of the alley.

Because Greyhound and Lei Yaoyang had no idea whether Da Mi and the others were killed by someone or caught by the police when delivering the goods.

Therefore, Greyhound's route must be in alleys without cameras to be the safest. However, Greyhound had just walked into the alley for a while when he immediately felt something was wrong.

"Dang Cang."

As a crisp sound was heard, a big knife hit the wall. Under the sunlight, the big knife reflected a dazzling light.

If Greyhound had not been through many battles and had not had an instinctive intuition when facing danger and murderous intent, he would most likely have been killed by this knife.

But even so, the big knife still passed through the greyhound's temple, shaving off several strands of hair and flesh. Blood flowed slowly down from the greyhound's left temple like a winding stream.

"Zhao, fell to the street." (End of this chapter)