Hong Kong Comprehensive: The Rise of the King

"I'm going to give you two a mission. Take a group of your subordinates and take over all of Da Mi's territory."

Lei Yaoyang and Da Mi are both from Dongxing, and they have a very deep cooperative relationship. Although Sheng Jiale cannot confiscate all of Lei Yaoyang's territories, he can only confiscate Da Mi's territory. Even Dongxing will have no objection.

Sheng Jiale had long been eyeing Da Mi's territory. Although Da Mi was not a very good person, the territory under his control was still very fertile. He owned several bars and business places, and even a few small streets. If he could confiscate all of them, the profits he could bring in every day would be huge.

After receiving Sheng Jiale's order, Aji and Axiang's eyes radiated a cold and dazzling light, and a fierce aura like that of a wild beast burst out from their bodies. They bowed to Sheng Jiale:
"Boss, we'll do it right away."

Sheng Jiale looked at the two of them and nodded, his eyes full of calmness, without any waves, he didn't think that the two of them would encounter any problems in confiscating the territory, he stood up and patted them on the shoulders:

"I'm optimistic about you. Go ahead."

At night, the cold wind blew through the streets, making pedestrians couldn't help but wrap themselves in their coats.

This is a city that never sleeps, with neon lights everywhere and the sounds of hawking and soliciting being heard constantly.

At this time, in the corner of the street, a few short men with cigarettes in their mouths, dragon and tiger tattoos on their bodies, and machetes and metal baseball bats on their waists were talking. They were the younger brothers that Da Mi had arranged on this street.

One of the guys with dyed yellow hair spat out the cigarette onto the ground, stomped on it, and asked his accomplice next to him:

"By the way, have you seen Big Mi Boss these past two days?"

"Ever since Big Boss Da Mi took a bunch of his brothers off to do something unknown, we haven't had any contact until now."

In fact, only three days had passed since Sheng Jiale dealt with Da Mi and Lei Yaoyang.

These younger brothers hadn't seen their boss for three days. Although they were very confused, they never imagined that their boss had already been thrown into the sea to feed the sharks.

"Hey, who are you? Get out of the way. A good dog doesn't block the road, don't you know?"

At this moment, the short mule with dyed yellow hair suddenly bumped into a man, causing him to fall back two steps and roar in anger.

But these words also became the last words of the dwarf mule. The light of the butterfly knife flashed, and two streaks of blood burst out at his throat. The whole person fell to the ground, dead, and blood slowly flowed on the ground.

The person who made the move was the killer Aji dressed in white.

The dwarf mules following nearby were shocked when they saw their brothers being killed by this man's sudden attack. Before they could react, a dwarf mule standing in the front was stabbed in the chest by a scimitar. The life of the dwarf mule with dyed yellow hair disappeared along with it.

"Zhao, who are you?"

"Brothers, someone is looking for a fight, bring all your weapons."

After their two brothers were killed at once, these dwarf mules reacted immediately, picked up the weapons in their hands and rushed towards Aji and Axiang. Unfortunately, no one could survive their attacks and all were killed in one blow.

Whether it is Axiang or Aji, both of them are bloodthirsty and warmongering, absolutely ruthless people. Once Sheng Jiale gives an order, they will absolutely execute it and clean up all the garbage on this territory.

On the contrary, the two younger brothers who followed behind them didn't even have the chance to make a move and could only do the finishing work.

Dongxing, Camel’s villa.

This villa is built with gold and jade, just like a palace. From the gate of the villa to the door of the house, there is basically a bodyguard every three steps, and the security is so strict that not a single thing can go wrong.

There are many exotic flowers and plants on display inside the villa, and a spiral staircase leads to the top floor. Countless famous paintings by masters are hung on the towering walls, which is dazzling.

At this time, in Camel's room, Golden Tiger and Camel sat opposite each other on the sofa, both of them had cigarettes in their mouths, and there was fine wine on the table in front of them, but they were not in the mood to smoke or drink at this time, their brows were furrowed, and their expressions were solemn.
The golden tiger slammed his big hand on the table, making a loud noise. His face was full of anger, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Lei Yaoyang and Da Mi are so ungrateful that they made such a big fuss. Now both of them have lost their lives and left us with such a huge mess."

"I just got the news that Da Mi's territory has also been plundered by the Qiangsheng Group."

"They robbed us right under our noses. Do they really think I'm Dongxing and no one can stop me?"

The camel beside him also looked unhappy. He poured himself a glass of red wine, raised his head and drank it in one gulp. He sighed and said slowly:

"Patience, a lack of patience can ruin a great plan."

"No matter what happens now, we have to endure it. We are still in the process of clearing our name at Dongxing. We must not have any conflicts with other societies at this stage and attract the attention of the police."

"Otherwise, all our efforts will be wasted, and we will suffer even greater losses."

After hearing what the camel said, the expression on the golden tiger's face became even gloomier, his anger remained unabated, and his teeth were grinding. However, he knew that what the camel said was right. No matter how angry he was in his chest, now was not the time to vent it. He could only grit his teeth and swallow it.

Surrounded by glittering billboards, the large grey words "Xiangjiang Qutong Society" are not noticeable.

A handsome man in black clothes, with his hands in his pockets and wearing sunglasses on his face, looked at the signpost and slowly walked away.

Soon we arrived at a long-established opera club, where the sounds of gongs and drums and piano playing were endless. The tones were long and lingering, intoxicating and refreshing.

This place is also where gang leader Ni Kun likes to stay the most. He likes to sing operas with the old people here and exchange skills and experiences with each other to pass the time. This hobby is in stark contrast to his identity as the chief of Hong Kong society.

"Shhh..."

The man walked to the door of the opera club and rang the doorbell. An old lady came over quickly and opened the door. Before the old lady could say anything, the man spoke first.

"I'm looking for Uncle Kun."

The old lady nodded, put the door aside, and walked inside. As she walked, she said to an old man who was holding a script and singing an opera:
"Uncle Kun, someone is looking for you."

Ni Kun's face was covered with wrinkles. He wore a pair of reading glasses, a white shirt, gray cotton trousers, and his hair was very neatly groomed. He looked like an old gentleman and very decent.

When he heard the aunt's voice, Ni Kun turned his head and looked towards the door, but before he could speak.

"boom."

The sound of a firearm ejecting was heard, and a hole was torn in Ni Kun's white shirt. He slowly lowered his head, looking at the wound with an unsure face, then slowly raised his head, trying to see the face of the young man at the door. It was obvious that Ni Kun had not yet reacted to the scene in front of him.

"boom."

The man at the door raised the firearm covered with brown cloth again and fired another bullet at Ni Kun.

In an instant, the white shirt stained with blood flowed down like a small river, staining the ground red. Ni Kun fell to the ground, and the old men who were singing opera around him all looked at a loss.

The young man at the door had no expression on his face. After confirming that Ni Kun died in front of him, he walked away.

In a villa in Tsim Sha Tsui, the interior decoration is in Central European style and is very luxurious. This is the villa of the Ni family, Ni Kun.

The floor is paved with the highest-grade quartz. There are countless exotic flowers and plants in the house, emitting bursts of fragrance that are refreshing. There are rows of wine cabinets along the wall, among which are displayed countless exquisite wines. The carpet is imported from Persia and customized for the royal level. Looking out the window, you can see the beautiful scenery outside the villa, which is very pleasant.

However, the atmosphere in the villa at this moment was not joyful, but full of sadness. The waiters and maids in the villa were very cautious in their movements. Perhaps it was because of the sad atmosphere that the expressions on their faces in the past were long gone.

Two cries echoed in the villa:

"Woooooooo..."

"How could this happen? Dad, why did he die suddenly?"

These two crying women are indeed Ni Kun’s daughters, the eldest and second daughters of the family.

"Why is my sister like this?"

"Who on earth could be so cruel as to kill my father while he was performing?"

The sound of weeping and sobbing echoed throughout the villa. For the two young ladies, they were already quite old and hoped to take care of their father in person in the future to show their filial piety. But before this small wish could be realized, their father left suddenly, killed by a bullet. For the two of them, the pain of losing a parent was unforgettable and unbearable.

Behind the two women, there was a middle-aged man standing. He had a slicked-back hair, was wearing a gray suit, and had a resolute face. It was obvious that he was not a simple person.

The same is true for him. This man has a high status in the Ni family and is called the third uncle.

As a man, Third Uncle naturally would not cry like the two young ladies, but the expression on his face was extremely gloomy, his teeth were grinding, his fists were clenched, his nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, and blood was dripping slowly, but he was completely unaware.

Next to Uncle San stood three men in black suits. They lowered their heads, their muscles trembling constantly, and their faces were filled with extreme fear. One of the men said tremblingly:

"It's our fault that we didn't protect Uncle Kun well."

They didn't want to evade their responsibilities, and they had to admit it in front of Uncle San so that they would receive less punishment.

The uncle, who had been silent, suddenly became furious after hearing what the man said. He stretched out his hand, grabbed the man by the collar, and slapped him in the face.

"Snapped."

Uncle San's palm hit the man so hard that he knocked him to the ground. The other two looked at each other with great fear in their hearts, but even so, they didn't even dare to breathe.

"Uncle San, forget it."

Just at this moment, the young lady who was originally in tears began to speak. She took a silk scarf and wiped the tears from her face. Her eyes were a little red and swollen, and her figure was extremely low and hoarse:

"Dad always said that if you mess around, you will pay for it sooner or later."

"As the leader of the Hey Gang, he has only gotten into trouble now, so he can be considered to have made a profit."

"Uncle San, my father had told us before he died that if anything happened to him, all his children should be notified. The most urgent task now is to get Ni Yongxiao back to take charge of the situation. Uncle San, go and notify them."

The eldest lady's words were not only to dissuade Uncle San, but also to find a suitable placebo for the pain in her heart so that she could feel better.

"Humph."

Since the eldest lady had already spoken, Third Uncle couldn't continue to be angry. Looking at the three trembling people, he snorted coldly, threw his sleeves, turned around and left.

After walking out of the room, Uncle San snorted coldly and punched the wall hard to vent his anger.

He took out the phone from his pocket, quickly punched in a few numbers and dialed.

"Beep beep..."

After a busy tone, the call was quickly connected.

"Hey, Uncle San, what do you want to talk to me about?"

A young man's voice came from the phone. This man was Ni Kun's eldest son, Ni Yongxiao.

Uncle San said in a deep voice into the phone:
"Yongxiao, something big has happened here. Master Ni Kun has passed away, and now there is no one in the Ni family to take charge of the situation. It won't be long before chaos breaks out."

"Now we need you to come back as soon as possible to take charge of the situation."

After Uncle San finished speaking, Ni Yongxiao on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time before finally speaking.

Ni Yongxiao's voice was trembling, full of anger and disbelief:

"What."

"Why did this happen? Uncle San, why did my dad die suddenly?"

"Uncle San, please tell me quickly, why is this happening?"

Uncle San frowned, took a deep breath, and his face was filled with sorrow:

"Your father was shot with a firearm while performing an opera, and the murderer has not been found yet."

"No matter what, you have to come back from outside now. Otherwise, this place will be in chaos and many people will die."

At this time, Ni Yongxiao also knew how serious the matter was. He stopped asking his uncle about the details of his father's death and nodded and agreed:

"I understand, Uncle San, I will buy a plane ticket right away and will be back in three days."

Uncle San nodded:

"Okay, I'll pick you up at the airport in three days."

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

Hong Kong International Airport, where countless planes take off and land every day, picking up and dropping off many people who want to go out or come in.

Today, outside the Hong Kong International Airport, there was a grand ceremony. Uncle San, wearing a black suit, stood in front of rows of bodyguards, waiting with a serious face.

The number of these bodyguards is extremely large. You can see one almost every three steps. There are enough to line up from inside the airport to outside the airport. This was specially arranged by Uncle San.

After all, now that the leader of the Hey Gang, Ni Kun, has been killed, we cannot rule out the possibility that the killer will not continue his actions.

After Ni Kun was killed, it was natural for his son Ni Yongxiao, who was overseas, to take over.

If these killers are targeting not only Ni Kun, but the entire huge Ni family, then they have to be careful and cannot gamble that the other party does not know when Ni Yongxiao will return, so the best way is to set up a formation to welcome Ni Yongxiao.

Soon, a figure slowly walked down from the plane. The man did not carry any luggage. He was dressed in a suit and tie. He looked very ordinary. He wore a pair of glasses and his hair was very neatly groomed. At first glance, others would probably think he was just an ordinary white-collar man.
The real identity of this person is Ni Yongxiao, the eldest son of Ni Kun, the leader of the largest gang in Hong Kong.

"Ni Yongxiao."

When Uncle San saw Ni Yongxiao getting off the plane, he immediately went to greet him. His face did not show any joy of welcome, but was full of solemnity:
"Yongxiao, it's a good thing you came back in time, because after Master Ni Kun's death, the Ni family and the people outside are ready to make a move."

There was no happy expression on Ni Yongxiao's face, and his eyes were full of sadness. After hearing what his uncle said, he just nodded gently, patted his uncle on the shoulder, and said:
"I understand, Third Uncle, let's put these things aside for now. I'm back now, and there will be plenty of time to solve them later."

"I just want to go to the morgue to see my dad now."

Upon hearing this, Uncle San did not say anything but waved to the bodyguard behind him:

"Bring the car here."

At this time, in front of the largest hospital in Hong Kong Island, Yongchang's motorcade stopped in front of the hospital. Countless bodyguards stood majestically, attracting the attention of countless pedestrians and doctors and nurses.

A large hospital is always bustling with people. Countless patients are sent in every day, and countless doctors and nurses are running around. After all, in Hong Kong Island, seriously injured and seriously ill patients are sent here every day. If they walk faster, they may be able to save a life.

However, no matter which hospital it is, even the largest hospital in Hong Kong Island, there is a very secluded place where no one wants to stay, and that is the morgue.

"Dong dong dong..."

Hurry footsteps were heard from the corridor outside the morgue. There was a doctor leading the way, followed closely by Ni Yongxiao and his third uncle, to the morgue where Ni Kun was.

"Master, the master is in this room."

The doctor leading the way stopped in front of the morgue door, bowed to Ni Yongxiao and Third Uncle, pushed open the door of the morgue but did not go in.

Ni Yongxiao stood at the door. He did not take any steps immediately. Instead, he was stunned for a moment, his lips trembling slightly, and he took a deep breath:
"Let's go, Uncle San, and see my dad." (End of this chapter)