bookbashuk Chapter 2: Get Rid of You, Take the Lead
Chapter 2: Get Rid of You, Take the Lead
As the car drove into Tsim Sha Tsui, Ah Lok turned to look at the two of them and said with a hint of smugness:
"Tsim Sha Tsui has more than 600 restaurants, more than 30 karaoke bars, more than 20 nightclubs of various sizes, and more than 100 bars."
"There are fifty or sixty arcades and saunas combined."
"Just collecting protection money, they make over ten million every month."
"There are also pills and valet parking, which conservatively estimate to be 15 million per month."
He paused, looking at Gao Qiang and the other man, quite pleased with their surprised expressions.
After a moment, Ah Le laughed and said:
"As long as you work diligently for the temple and for Grandpa, sooner or later a whole street will be handed over to you to manage."
You can each receive hundreds of thousands a month.
Luxury cars, mansions, beautiful women—you can buy whatever you want.
After saying that, he smiled and looked at the two of them again.
In his previous life, Gao Qiang was a seasoned veteran in the workplace, so he understood perfectly well that Ah Le was just making empty promises and waiting for them to pledge their loyalty.
He changed to a grateful yet greedy expression and began to speak:
"Don't worry, boss, I will fight for you and for the gang."
Everyone in the Wo Shing company knows that only by following the big boss can one gain prestige, stand out, and prosper.
People like Da D, Guan Zisen, and Da Puhei are old fogies who just know how to stay in those poor places.
Those who don't use their brains and have conservative ideas are already outdated and will inevitably fail.
Ah Le was naturally pleased with Gao Qiang's flattery, but felt it was a bit too much and was about to interrupt.
Gao Qiang suddenly changed the subject:
"I'm not exaggerating, that's how we at Blue Lantern have always heard of it."
After speaking, he patted Cao Dahua, who was sitting to the side and couldn't get a word in edgewise:
"Hey, sir, am I right?"
Cao Dahua smiled outwardly, but cursed inwardly.
Who are you calling "uncle"?
Am I that old? Come out and fight me one-on-one, I can kill you.
But he certainly can't say no, just like choosing between loving his brothers or loving gold.
Cao Dahua affirmed, "That's right, boss."
That's what I heard too.
He paused for a moment, then added:
"I think so too."
Ah Le chuckled twice and extended his right hand toward Gao Qiang:
"You're good. Do your job well for the club and achieve something. I'll recommend you for a higher position."
Gao Qiang accepted it with both hands, saying, "Thank you so much, boss. I'll do my best."
Sitting to the side, Cao Dahua could only nod awkwardly and smile, echoing:
Me too.
At this moment, he seemed like Gao Qiang's sidekick.
Ah Le pulled his hand away from Gao Qiang's tight grip, shook hands with Cao Dahua, and said:
"You too, do your job well."
"Definitely! Definitely!"
What about the second half of the sentence?
I've only been doing my job well; no one's pushing me to a higher position.
Cao Dahua thought to himself, "This is what I'm thinking."
While driving, Aze glanced at the two people in the back seat who were trying to curry favor with him through the rearview mirror and felt utterly contemptuous.
They talk a good game, but when trouble comes, they run away faster than anyone else.
He'd seen at least eighty, if not a hundred, people like that in all the years he'd followed Ah Le.
When you're out in the game, three things matter: ruthlessness, loyalty, and a lot of brothers.
Do you think you can get people to show you the place just by talking?
……
Not long after.
The car came to a smooth stop in front of a nightclub, with a street sign next to it reading Wusong Street.
Beside the road sign, an elderly woman dressed as a cleaner was sweeping the floor with her head down.
"Brother Le, we've arrived."
Ah Le nodded, and without waiting for Ah Ze to get out of the car and open the door, or for Gao Qiang and the other two to get out of the car and open the door for him, he pushed open the car door himself and walked towards the roadside.
Who knew?
At that moment, five masked men carrying machetes rushed out of a bread truck parked about ten meters away.
They brandished machetes and charged at Ah Le's back.
Before anyone else could react, Gao Qiang, who was facing the same direction, saw it first.
"Be careful, boss."
He shouted, gracefully stepped over the iron railing by the roadside, snatched the broom from the cleaning lady next to him, and blocked Ah Le's way as he turned around.
Gao Qiang stood with his legs straight, his right hand supporting himself on a broom that reached his forehead, and his other hand in his pocket.
He then stared sharply at the several knife-wielding men who were attacking him, remaining motionless like a statue.
He is waiting.
He felt something was strange about it, but couldn't figure out what was strange about it.
Ah Le showed no sign of panic, but rather displayed a somewhat ruthless and ambitious demeanor.
Cao Dahua did not act rashly, but instead braced himself against the car door and observed the situation.
His ability to survive numerous undercover missions was due to his superb adaptability.
He doesn't know kung fu, so if he goes out there he'll only get slashed. How painful it must be to get slashed!
Besides, how could he possibly take a knife for a gangster?
"This young man is too reckless. He dares to fight with several machetes with just a broken broom."
"That's insane, he's desperate to stand out."
Cao Dahua thought to himself, "This is what I'm thinking."
Ah Ze, who was in the car, thought much the same thing as Cao Dahua: "Young people don't know anything."
Ah Le stared at Gao Qiang with curiosity and anticipation.
A bread truck was parked not far away, and several people inside were also watching the incident with bated breath.
When the masked knife-wielder was only five or six meters away from him.
Gao Qiang suddenly exerted force with his foot, kicking off the broom head and revealing sharp wooden splinters.
The broom transformed into a long spear.
He immediately swung his arm and flicked his wrist, sending the wooden stick flying with a whoosh.
The shot hit the assassin at the front, causing him to stumble and crash into the iron railing by the roadside.
With a clang, a sharp impact sound was heard.
At the same time, the strong wooden stick was also deflected.
The remaining four knife-wielders, seeing the man who had charged ahead lying on the ground clutching his chest, instinctively slowed down.
Just as they hesitated...
Gao Qiang pulled his left hand out of his pocket, leaned forward sideways, grabbed the stick with both hands, and swung it left and right.
Each strike landed precisely on the masked knife-wielder's forearm.
Several screams of agony rang out.
The knife-wielder's arm went numb from the blows, and he could only let the machete slip from his hand, forced to use his arm to block the blows from the wooden stick.
While blocking and retreating, Gao Qiang pressed his advantage, striking with both hands and feet.
The situation is completely one-sided.
Ah Le watched Gao Qiang wielding his weapon with admiration, unable to suppress the smile on his face, and even had the urge to applaud Gao Qiang.
But suddenly my view was blocked.
Suddenly, a figure blocked his way.
"Watch out, boss!"
Cao Dahua reacted quickly, taking action once he saw that the situation was favorable.
In fact, it only takes about ten seconds to go back and forth.
At this moment, Aze slowly got out of the car and stood beside Ale.
Ah Le's face darkened, and he used his hand to push Cao Dahua's head away:
"Don't block my way!"
Apart from Ah Ze, none of his men are good fighters. If he wants to break into Tsim Sha Tsui, he needs a few capable gangsters.
Such a person is rare and hard to find; he had been waiting for this for a long time.
"What's his name?" Ah Le asked Ah Ze beside him.
Aze replied, "Brother Le, his name is Gao Qiang."
"High strength..."
Ah Le murmured to himself, pondering those two words in his mind.
On the other side, Gao Qiang, who had knocked the person to the corner, suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
He figured something out, and a bold plan emerged in his mind.
If this is handled well, it will lead to the establishment of a club with young models; if it is handled poorly, it will lead to the Stanley prison.
He didn't chase after the four knife-wielders. Instead, he turned back, jogged along, and picked up the machetes they had left behind.
He walked toward the masked knife-wielder who was still lying on the ground, clutching his chest.
"What...what do you want to do?"
"I can't believe it," asked the knife-wielding man lying on the ground.
He looked at Gao Qiang, whose eyes were filled with malice and who was gripping the machete in reverse.
Gao Qiang's words were cold and sharp: "To kill you would be to make a name for myself."
After saying that, Gao Qiang stepped on the knife-wielder's chest, then looked around and shouted:
"I don't care who ordered you, if you dare touch Brother Lok, I'll kill you all!"
After saying that, he was about to swing the knife downwards to stab.
Aze shouted, "Gao Qiang, stop!"
He lost his composure; Ah Le was still there, and he had no right to make decisions.
He hadn't expected Gao Qiang to be so ruthless, daring to kill someone in the street just to stand out, which threw him into a panic.
Gao Qiang merely turned his head slightly, glanced at him, then switched to holding the knife with both hands and stabbed it fiercely at the masked assassin on the ground.
Aze looked at Ale with pleading eyes.
This is his henchman!