Hong Kong Comprehensive Report: If you have money, you can really do whatever you want

Chapter 53 Mr. Huo’s money must be paid back
As Huang Shiren raised his golf club, more than twenty soldiers holding metal baseball bats directly launched a charge. Hong Le's short mules fully explained what the term waste was.

In just one charge, seventy or eighty of Hongle's dwarf mules were already lying on the ground wailing.

Huang Shiren shook his head. It was really boring for the other party to fall down like this before he even exerted any force.

But if you don’t have fun, you still have to do what you have to do.

"Do it!"

As Huang Shiren spoke, he swung the golf club in his hand toward the headlight in the center of the nightclub. The headlight almost instantly broke into two sections from the center.

The alpha wolf has already started to take action. His huskies directly started the demolition mode. Soon the bar belonging to Uncle De, the veteran of Hongle, was demolished like the ruins on the Syrian battlefield. That is to say, Huang Shiren's men were the first to die. When he started, the guests in the nightclub fled one after another, and the only thing left in the originally bustling nightclub was the wailing sound of Hong Le's short mules lying on the ground.

"Who are you? You dare to cause trouble in my place, Hong Le? Don't you know that I am Hong Le's Uncle De?"

At this moment, a roar came from the second floor. Huang Shiren looked up and saw a slender man in a black suit walking down arrogantly with a beautiful girl in a leather jacket, followed by more than 20 people. A tall man with bulging muscles all over his body.

Huang Shiren had seen a photo of Uncle Hong Lede before, and he recognized the four-eyed boy in front of him at a glance. He was still so arrogant in middle age. No wonder his son was raped by Sangbo in front of him.

Uncle De glanced at Huang Shiren, and then at the more than 20 people Huang Shiren brought. Although each of them held a baseball bat, their stature was only average. Then he looked at the horses behind him. In this game, Uncle De Feeling: The advantage is mine!
Uncle De took a machete from Ma Zai behind him, the tip of the knife rubbed sparks along the stairs, and walked towards Huang Shiren step by step.

After walking downstairs, he recognized Huang Shiren, the new hall master of Dongxing, and couldn't help but frowned. It seemed that he and Dongxing had no grudges.

"Landlord Ren, why the hell are you sweeping my place!"

"Although our Hongle is not as good as you Dongxing, Hongmen in the world are one family. Hongle is not the only one with the prefix Hong on Hong Kong Island. If you want to fight, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it!"

Huang Shiren casually threw the golf club in his hand to his younger brother Huang Zhiwei, then kicked away a Hongle horseman at his feet, stepped forward and stood facing Uncle Honglede and said:

"Four Eyes De, it's really hard to meet you. How come you, Hong Le, have been reduced to being the younger brother, arranging for the elder brother to meet anyone?"

"Still, Si Yan De, you are just a puppet in Hong Le. Everyone can shit and piss on your head. If this is really the case, you, the veteran of Hong Le, are really sad."

Si Yan De's eyes grew colder. He glanced at Ma Zai lying on the ground and wanted to kill him. But Huang Shiren couldn't do that now. Suppressing the anger in his heart, Si Yan De gritted his teeth and said:

"Landlord Ren, even if what you say makes sense, aside from the facts, if you hit my people on my territory, are you a little too disrespectful to me, the veteran of Hongle? After all, I am also an old man in the world. , Or is it Landlord Ren that you want to provoke a fight between our two societies?"

"You are nothing in my eyes. Hongle is just a third-rate club. I don't even care about your leader, Brother Piao. Since you want to talk, I will give you a chance for us to have a good talk!"

Huang Shiren signaled, and Wang Jianjun nodded to the younger brother behind him, asking him to find a better table and stool. After sorting out the ruins in the center of the hall, two high stools and a square table were placed in the central open space. Huang Shiren sat down first, and then motioned Siyan De to sit down. At this moment, it seemed that he was the owner of this nightclub. .

Siyande didn't say anything, let his two confidants stand behind him, and then sat down opposite Huang Shiren,
"Tell me, Landlord Ren, you destroyed my place for no reason, you really don't have enough time to take too much, do you?"

Huang Shiren did not speak, but asked his younger brother Huang Zhiwei behind him to take out a cigar. Then he and Huang Zhiwei both lit one, and spit out a mouthful of cigar at Siyande, which made the other person cough non-stop.

"Drug-taking, four-eyed virtue. Even if your mother-in-law takes drugs, I don't know how to take drugs. This time I come to you to collect debts. Mr. Huo asked me to bring you a message. No one owes him Mr. Huo's money." You don’t have to pay it back, Si-Yan De hopes you will be more alert!”

As Huang Shiren spoke, he turned the ashtray, the only item on the table. The crystal ashtray felt cool in his hands and felt really good.

After hearing Huang Shiren's words, Si Yande stood up directly. He pointed at Huang Shiren with his finger and cursed: "Damn Mingren, go to Sifang Street in Mongkok and ask when has my uncle Hong Lede ever owed money to others? It’s just money that other people owe me.”

Huang Shiren didn't speak. He wasn't angry at all. In fact, he had expected all this before coming. He just looked at the other party's performance with a smile.

Siyande cursed for a long time, but when he saw that Huang Shiren didn't speak, he thought that the other person was scared and his nervous heart relaxed.

"So, you are not willing to admit this debt?"

Siyande sneered, and then continued: "I didn't even borrow it, I paid back the shitty money. Besides, when will it be your turn to take care of our Hongmen affairs? I'm so damn full!"

Huang Shiren still had a smile on his face, and kept turning the ashtray in his hand on the table: "It is natural to pay back debts. I advise you to pay back the money obediently, and remember that the rules cannot be broken."

"Hahaha, rules, you tell me the rules. When I, Uncle Hong Lede, I was still breastfeeding in your mother's arms when I came out to fool around, you really thought that you could make a name for yourself in a rural place like Tuen Mun. I have no choice but to think that everyone in Hong Kong is at your disposal. In my eyes, you are the only one!"

As he spoke, he poked his little finger down twice, and Huang Shiren's face turned ugly.

"Pujie, although our Hongle is a third-rate society, our Hongmen is not a third-rate society. It is not your turn to run wild here in our Hongmen territory."

Listening to Si Yan De's disdainful words, the short mules following Si Yan De also laughed, as if Huang Shiren was a clown.

Huang Shiren was also laughing, but his smile was very different. He put out the cigar in his hand on the table, and the next second he knocked the ashtray he had been playing with directly on Si Yande's head.

This sudden move seemed to be a signal. Huang Zhiwei, who couldn't wait for a long time, had already put on his golden finger tiger and rushed into Hong Le's camp.

(End of this chapter)