noffsinger Chapter 1201 This is a real slap in the face.
Chapter 1201 This is a real slap in the face.
Unlike an army, where there's a planned and coordinated attack, gang warfare is nothing like a military massacre. At the leader's command, everyone rushes forward in a swarm. That's how gang fights are conducted.
It was already 11 p.m. The warehouse where the Japanese soldiers were located was locked up, and two lamps swayed back and forth in the sea breeze, but still illuminated the area in front of the door.
Leopard Qiang squatted on a wooden box, spat out the cigarette butt from his mouth, grabbed the large Guan Dao next to him, stood up, pointed the tip of the knife, and roared.
"Fuck you!"
Limpy Ho's men roared in unison and charged toward the warehouse door...
The short mules of this era had mostly experienced war, so they all possessed some martial arts skills and were highly capable in individual combat, especially Limpy Ho's men, who were all young men this time.
Young people are daring and fearless, their blood boiling and they are not afraid of injury or death. It seems that Limpy Ho is determined to win this time.
Neither Han Chen nor Lin Yiming sent their men to charge. This was the rule; otherwise, it would be difficult to determine rewards later. Besides, letting Crippled Ho's men test the waters meant that if there was an ambush by the Japanese inside, there would be time to retreat.
The warehouse door was flung open with a bang, and dozens of Japanese soldiers dressed in ninja outfits poured out, wielding long swords and completely disregarding the rabble that had charged at them...
……
The shouts and screams at the dock gradually subsided. Hundreds of people lay sprawled on the dock, while Han Chen and his twenty-odd men stood trembling in the distance, completely terrified by the massacre they had just witnessed.
Limpy Ho's more than two hundred brothers were all lying on the dock, and the Japanese soldiers were finishing them off one by one, seemingly leaving no one alive.
Lin Yiming's face was ashen. It wasn't that he was afraid of these Japanese soldiers, but rather that after witnessing their fighting style, he had absolutely no confidence in his own abilities.
These Japanese soldiers worked in groups of three, cooperating extremely well.
One person provided cover while two others slashed with knives; from a distance, darts rained down like bullets. It was like a group of untrained villagers fighting an army—they had absolutely no chance of winning.
Lin Yiming waved his hand, and his disciples retreated. At this moment, Ma Shihao's top henchman, Fengsao, led more than two hundred brothers over.
When Feng Sao saw the scene, his eyes turned red. Although they weren't in the same gang, they had a good relationship. He waved his hand and shouted, "Charge!" and his underlings charged forward fearlessly, brandishing their machetes.
Feng Sao picked up Bao Qiang, who had lost an arm, and he was on the verge of death. He only managed to say one sentence.
"Tell my older brother to report it to the brothers..."
Before he could utter a single word of hatred, his head drooped.
Feng Sao's eyes welled up with tears. That bastard Bao Qiang! He still owed him 80,000 yuan in gambling debts, and now that the man was dead, not only would he not get the money back, but he'd also have to pay 200 yuan in funeral expenses. This situation just didn't make sense.
He drew his machete from his lower back and roared.
"You little devils, give me back my money!"
He shouted and rushed out...
Tachibana Hayako sat upright in the warehouse, with chests piled high with gold behind her. It seemed that anyone who wanted to touch the gold would have to step over her corpse.
After a while, a ninja covered in blood ran in, knelt down on one knee,
"Commander Tachibana, all the invading enemies have been annihilated. In accordance with your orders, those who fled were not pursued."
Hayako Tachibana nodded in satisfaction.
"Yoshi, how many casualties do we have?"
The ninja said with his head down,
"Nineteen people died, and the rest were all wounded."
Hayako Tachibana didn't care about the number at all. She waved her hand and said coldly.
"Throwing all the corpses into the sea is too smelly."
"Hai!"
……
Meanwhile, in Guo Yingnan's villa, the lights were on. Da Bao sat on the sofa, quietly watching Lei Luo, Zhu Youzai, and Biao Hao in front of him.
After a long while, Da Bao finally spoke in a deep voice.
"You mean you'll acknowledge me as your master from now on? Is that right?"
Lei Luo nodded without hesitation. He now understood that he had risen to his current position by relying on his father-in-law Bai Fanyu's influence and by relying on Hu Zongmian, a Justice of the Peace. Without the help of these two people, he would not have gotten to where he is today.
But when he reached the position of Chief Inspector, neither of the two could help him anymore, which is why those foreign superintendents could suppress him so arbitrarily. If it weren't for the rules he set that benefited everyone in the police force, he would have been completely devoured by these people long ago, leaving not even a trace.
Piggy admires Lei Luo most for this: once he sets his mind on something, he will do it wholeheartedly. This is the main reason for Lei Luo's success, while his intelligence is secondary.
Da Bao remained silent, while Crippled Hao wore an indifferent expression. Da Bao knew that his focus hadn't shifted to Hong Kong, so he wasn't currently focused on cultivating agents.
To be fair, Da Bao admires Zhu Youzai more. He is smart and loyal, but after being tempered by society, he has become too slick and cannot catch the eye of the upper class.
On the contrary, Lei Luo, around thirty years old, was in his prime and his interpersonal skills were decent.
Piggy stood to the side, grinning broadly as he spoke.
“Young master, Hong Kong is a land of good fortune and heroes. Its future development will be better than that of Macau. I think you should take it over.”
When Da Bao heard Piggy call him that, he laughed. If it weren't for Piggy, he might not have wanted Lei Luo. But with Lei Luo and Piggy, plus himself as their backer, this duo would dominate Hong Kong and be invincible.
"You just said that Yan Tong is going to become the Chief Detective Inspector?"
Lei Luo nodded, while Limpy Ho tapped his cane beside him and said.
"This Yan Tong, relying on the foreign police superintendent backing him up, is always sarcastic and mean to Brother Luo. I can't stand seeing him."
Da Bao turned to Guo Yingnan and said,
"Chief Detective Inspector? Is that a big deal?"
Guo Yingnan nodded.
"All Chinese detectives are under the jurisdiction of the Chief Chinese Detective, and the Chief Chinese Detective also has the right to make recommendations on their appointment and removal."
Da Bao turned around and called out to Uncle Qing. Uncle Qing quickly came in from outside, lowered his hands, and said respectfully.
"Young Master Qin, what are your orders?"
"Call the Director of Security, Strauss, and tell him I have something to say to him."
Uncle Qing agreed and walked to the telephone next to him to start making the call.
Limpy Hao grinned, somewhat disbelieving, and muttered something under his breath.
"Isn't this a huge boast? Making the Secretary for Security answer the phone so late? I'm afraid only the Governor of Hong Kong would do that."
He muttered to himself, and Lei Luo couldn't stop him in time; of course, Lei Luo also had this thought in mind.
Guo Yingnan said proudly.
“I’m telling you, Ah Hao, you’re really a frog in a well. It’s an honor for my brother to call the Secretary for Security. Even the Governor of Hong Kong has to listen to the phone obediently, no matter what time it is.”
"Crippled Hao said, pursing his lips."
"Old Guo, there's a limit to bragging, isn't there? Don't blow your own horn."
At this moment, Uncle Qing came over with the telephone and said softly.
"Young Master, Mr. Strauss, please answer the phone..."