met free Chapter 17 How can a person be so selfish?
Chapter 17 How can a person be so selfish?
"Are you kidding me?"
"Calling Ma Piyou at this time?"
"Why don't you just die and come back to me in a dream? You son of a bitch, I told you to get rid of this hot potato as soon as possible, but you wouldn't listen!"
Chen Fan was truly impressed by Da Yu's terrible family.
A boss should protect his underlings and provide them with shelter and support. But a loser who becomes a boss should bring trouble and ruin upon his underlings!
A complete rip-off, just like Big B!
Once he has some free time, if he doesn't immediately set up a trap to screw over this bastard, Chen Fan will change his surname to Chen Fan's!
Seeing that the plane had already taken its crew to Chai Wan to book rooms and choose horses, Chen Fan was too lazy to call them. He left Fly with thirty men to keep an eye on the bar and led Ah Wah and the other henchmen straight to Kowloon City.
Daewoo also dispatched three or four hundred people on their way; otherwise, Chen Fan wouldn't have bothered with this matter.
Hongtai was all hyped up, but nobody gave any advance notice.
More than ten minutes later, Chen Fan led his men to Ma Tau Wai Road in Kowloon City.
As soon as he got off the bus, he spotted Liang Kun in the crowd wearing a bright and stylish suit.
Handsome Kun sized Chen Fan up and down, then asked somewhat uncertainly, "You're Iron Fist Fan, the new helmsman of Daewoo?"
"I am Chen Fan. What can I do for you, Brother Kun?" Chen Fan replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"I heard you punched Little Tyrant into an idiot, is that true or not?"
"Different people have different opinions. Whatever you think, Kun, is what you are. Anyway, you might not believe me if I say it."
"You've got personality! I like it!" Liang Kun's smile faded, and he said seriously, "How about you come with me? Da Yu, that good-for-nothing, is getting old. His ambition has long been worn down by the allure of women. If you hang out with me, I guarantee you'll live the high life."
"Brother Kun, thank you for thinking so highly of me, but I have my own life plans." Chen Fan changed the subject, saying, "How's the strategy for tonight?"
"What's the proper way to start a fight?" Handsome Kun patted the machete in his hand, revealing a sinister smile, and said, "Tell your men to grab their weapons and put on white gloves. When they see Hong Tai's balls, they should shoot them, just don't kill them."
"OK!"
Chen Fan turned to Ahua and instructed him to carry out Liang Kun's instructions.
Of course, before setting off, he had instructed his men to play slowly around the edges when opening the shot, and never to hit the center.
They're here to provide support, not to be the main characters in this battle. They can't steal the spotlight from Lung Kwan's show of force.
Squeak—!
At this moment, three vans and an unknown number of Toyota Hiace trucks stopped on the street.
A group of gangsters with red ribbons wrapped around their arms got off the car, none of them carrying any weapons.
"Whoosh~" Chen Fan whistled and reminded Liang Kun, "Brother Kun, the other side has shown a weakness."
Young Kun hesitated for a moment, then immediately understood, raising his knife and shouting, "Brothers, charge! Kill Hung Tai's bastard!"
As the ringleader of Brother Kun, Silly Qiang charged ahead with a baseball bat, followed by two or three hundred high-spirited underlings.
Seeing this, Bao Rong dropped the cigarette he was holding and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brothers with weapons, step in and block! Those without weapons, hurry up!"
"Damn it, those bastards from Hung Hing are getting more and more unruly!"
To be on the safe side, Bao Rong brought seven or eight hundred people to fight, which meant that his men who were riding in the vehicle could not carry weapons, otherwise a bump or sudden stop could cause non-combat casualties.
He thought he could distribute all the weapons before Hung Hing could take action, but now it seems he was naive.
"Silly Qiang, take some men and chop that bastard Bao Rong to pieces!"
Liang Kun pointed at Bao Rong and shouted.
Hearing Liang Kun's hoarse shout, Bao Rong frowned and said, "Liang Kun, what the hell is that you? Where's Da Yu, that bastard?"
"I'd like to ask you the same thing! I just took over this territory and you're already causing trouble with your men. If I don't bleed you a few times today, I'm not your son!"
"Listen up, Hung Hing men! Whoever stabs Leopard Wing, I'll give him a thousand!"
"Damn it, listen up, Hongtai guys! Anyone who sees Handsome Kun get a stab wound, I'll give him 1200!"
Not to be outdone, Bao Rong also announced his own bounty.
On the other side of the battlefield.
"Brother Fan, it's a thousand per cut, how about we shave Handsome Kun into bankruptcy?"
"We're not the main characters tonight, so why should we steal the spotlight? Let's just watch the show."
"Really not going to help?"
"Aren't they able to handle it?"
Chen Fan was playing with his new toy butterfly knife, completely oblivious to tonight's big battle.
There's nothing else to it; Liang Kun has just as many men as Bao Rong, and he can hold his territory even without Bao Rong's support.
Crunch-!
Just then, several more cars arrived.
Leading the group was Liao Zai, a close attendant of Da Yu. "Brother Fan, Brother Yu asked us to come and help."
"Look, they're already fighting each other. If you want to join in, go ahead and do it. Just grab the guy with the red armband and chop him up. Brother Kun just said he'd cut Bao Rong a thousand times with one strike, that's the ugly-looking middle-aged man."
Chen Fan pointed to the "Fountain Commander" standing on the roof of the car, representing the Hongtai faction.
"One thousand swords?"
Liao Zai's henchmen, their eyes gleaming, charged into the battlefield, shouting and yelling, heading straight for Bao Rong.
They can make a thousand dollars with just one slash; they can slash until Liang Kun goes bankrupt.
Seeing Chen Fan and Ahua standing still, Liao Zai couldn't help but ask, "Brother Fan, aren't we going up?"
"Didn't you see how many men Brother Kun has? He's trying to establish his authority, why are we getting involved? Let the underlings have some fun."
With the addition of more than 300 people from Daewoo, the previously tense situation completely turned in Leung Kwan's favor.
As the Hung Hing thugs drew ever closer, Leopard Wing's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He shouted, "Retreat!"
After saying that, he climbed back into the car through the sunroof, started the engine, shifted gears, stepped on the gas, and released the handbrake in one smooth motion.
Hong Tai's henchmen were so quick that before they could even react, his car had already turned around and sped away.
"???"
Liang Kun stared at the departing car with a puzzled look on his face.
No, he only studied in Stanley for three years. Has the underworld developed to such a trivial level now?
He's late to start filming, doesn't give his underlings the gear in advance, and when the boss runs away, he doesn't even wait for his underlings.
How can a person be so selfish?
The Hongtai thugs who were abandoned were also dumbfounded. Had they become expendable pawns?
Chen Fan watched Bao Rong's actions and fell into deep thought.
Leopard Rong's actions have undoubtedly labeled Hong Tai as an easy target, and it's likely that many gangs will be eyeing Hong Tai next.
Damn it, plans never keep up with changes!
"Ahua, gather the brothers together, the plan has been moved up!"
"clear!"
Ahua understood and shouted to the crowd, "Those who are with Brother Fan, get on the bus!"
Upon hearing the sound, nearly two hundred people quickly ran out from the edge of the battlefield, and many of the people Liao Zai brought also followed along as if by some strange impulse.
"Brother Fan, where are you going?" Liao asked hurriedly.
"work."
Chen Fan tossed out two words, turned around, and climbed into the car through the window. The car then performed a stylish drift turn on the street. "Ahua, I'll lead the way. You guys stay close."
Under the puzzled gazes of Liang Kun and the others, Chen Fan drove his car toward Yau Tsim Mong.
As the convoy drove away, Liang Kun suddenly realized, "Damn it, that guy wasn't going to plant a flag, was he?"
"Plant a flag? Brother Kun, that can't be right." Silly Qiang chuckled, "Iron Fist Fan only has two hundred men, what kind of flag would he plant?"