Reborn in Hong Kong, my cousin is Crippled Ho

Chapter 82 Fatty Meat Attracts Mosquitoes

Lin Yuanshan and Biandanwei discussed the details of their voyage, including what exquisite and ingenious items they would bring as gifts to the other side.

Unbeknownst to him, Lin Yuanshan had just finished a cup of Kung Fu tea at Biandanwei's place.

Let me check the time, it's 2 PM.

Lin Yuanshan got up to leave; more machines were to be delivered to Hongfa Factory that afternoon.

Currently, the team is severely understaffed in management, so he, as the boss, can only supervise from the site.

Biandanwei and his men escorted them to the door. The rickshaw was already being cleaned by the shrewd gang members who took advantage of the time while the big shots were talking to wash it and even oiled the chain.

Tie Tou pulled him over, and after Lin Yuanshan got on the bike and sat down, the bike bell rang, and it drove steadily and fast.

During the daytime, few people would choose to load or unload goods in these three warehouses that specialize in smuggling. If they were to do something, they would usually do it late at night.

Therefore, when Lin Yuanshan came in, he only had his rickshaw. Now, on his way back to Hongyun Street, he only encountered a group of gang members at the border between Warehouse Area B and Warehouse Area A.

The burly man leading the group was as imposing as Iron Head, and he was followed by four or five young men. They walked steadily and had sharp eyes.

What is most striking is that this person is only wearing a pair of silk trousers and has his upper body bare.

He had two very well-developed pectoral muscles, but his tattoo was unconventional. Instead of the usual jackals, tigers, leopards, eagles, snakes, and dragons, he had embroidered a large water buffalo with its head pointing upwards.

The two sides faced each other, observing each other for less than a second.

It's possible that Tie Tou has been in contact with either Tie Touwei or Wu Shih-hao recently, and his aura is no longer that of the down-and-out coachman who was scolded by the second-level knife in Chao'an.

It's possible that Lin Yuanshan, sitting in the back of the rickshaw, didn't seem like someone from nowhere. The burly man nodded to them and led his henchmen past the rickshaw.

The bicycle bell quickly disappeared into the distance. The burly man led his men to Section C. Ah Qi saw him coming from afar, his expression changed, and he hurriedly went inside to inform Biandanwei.

"Big Kun is back again, huh?"

Damn! Back when I was in Da Shun, we had all sorts of games to play, from mahjong and dominoes to dice and fan tan, but he never showed up!

"Now that I've moved to the dock, does he come every day?" Biandanwei cursed, picked up his cigarette case, and walked out of the warehouse.

At this moment, the burly man who had just encountered Lin Yuanshan was already smiling broadly as he handed out cigarettes at the warehouse entrance.

Biandanwei laughed heartily, stepped forward and patted the other man's chest on the horn: "Ah Kun! You're free again today?"

Come, come, have a smoke first, then come in for tea.

Wow, every time I see your tattoo, I can't help but compliment it.

"Uncle Wei, you like it?" Big Kun mustered his strength, his two pectoral muscles jiggling, and the water buffalo butted its horns, looking incredibly lifelike. "You can do it too! Need me to introduce you to a tattoo artist?"

Biandanwei cursed inwardly, but his smile remained unchanged: "No, no, I'm over forty, I'm old, I'm not as fit as you young people, even if I got a buffalo tattoo, I'd look like a dairy cow."

Big Kun laughed heartily: "Uncle Wei is joking, you're a red stick!"

As the saying goes, "Youth has its own strength, but old age has its weaknesses." If you have that carrying pole in your hand, even if all of us young men ganged up on you, we probably wouldn't be enough to take you down.

Both sides were exchanging compliments, and it looked like they were having a great time.

But in reality, when he said he wanted to invite Big Kun in for tea, Bian Danwei didn't budge an inch and just stood there, rooted to the spot at the warehouse door.

Big Kun didn't force his way in. He just smoked and chatted, putting on an act of not turning hostile but going to drag it out.

As for the henchmen on both sides, some standing and some crouching, each followed behind their own boss, their expressions increasingly arrogant, just one signal away from starting a fight.

The commotion quickly attracted the attention of Chao Yongyi from District B and Fu Yixing from District A.

Yu Tou Ming, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, led a few of his men over to watch the show.

The frustration that Lin Yuanshan's passing by had caused him vanished completely at this moment.

Da Zhi Kun, a native of Kaiping, is one of the five henchmen under He Hongshun's current boss, Su Ku Qiang.

In his early years, he farmed in Yuen Long. Later, he rented abandoned granaries in Tuen Mun and began to provide storage for various forces engaged in smuggling goods for profit.

Later, Big Kun joined Su Ku Keung's gang and became a Red Pole, wielding a spiral crowbar. He was in charge of storing all kinds of illegal materials belonging to Su Ku Keung in the New Territories and was also known as the New Territories General Manager!

Biandanwei was half a generation older than Dazhikun. Because his former mentor, Yuanhe Hongshun Shuanghua Honggun Hanjinqing, had retired from the underworld, Biandanwei's position in the gang was actually quite awkward.

To say he's good at fighting isn't to say he's exceptionally good;

In terms of seniority, he is neither high nor low.

In fact, the fact that he was forced to be the head of the Shek Kip Mei gang shows his status in the gang.

When the older generation couldn't afford to retire and live out their days in peace, nor were they qualified to expand territory and guard lucrative areas, they could only stay in remote and impoverished areas and starve.

But who knew that Biandanwei would unwittingly hit the jackpot!

If you manage to grab onto a major player, you might actually have a chance to gain momentum.

In less than a week, they actually planted their flag at the Sham Shui Po pier.

Now, Su Kuqiang had a plan.

Earlier, Biandanwei was about to be forced to leave the stage after being beaten by Yutouming, and as the leader of the gang, he did not offer any support.

To try and seize this enclave of territory now would be rather unseemly, and if it succeeds, it would become a laughing stock in the martial arts world.

But he was reluctant to give up the lucrative dock area, and he was also worried that if Biandanwei, with Lin Yuanshan's support, grew bigger and stronger, it might threaten his position as the leader in the future.

After much deliberation, the only option was to transfer Da Zhi Kun from the New Territories and try to squeeze into the pier step by step.

Actually, Da Zhi Kun was also quite helpless.

A man who can tattoo a buffalo on his chest—you can guess a thing or two about his personality.

Just be a good superintendent of the New Territories, peaceful and without conflict, and enjoy building muscle every day.

Grandpa made a phone call and asked him to come to the dock to ostracize Biandanwei. Ironically, the two had never been enemies before, were even from the same school, and were still half a generation apart in terms of seniority.

This is a tough job where you get scolded if you succeed, and embarrassed if you fail.

He smoked a pack of cigarettes, leaving cigarette butts scattered all over the floor.

Big Kun calculated the time; he'd been there for about an hour, enough to tell Su Kuqiang when he got back. He stretched and said goodbye to Biandanwei, who was blocking the doorway.

Biandanwei chatted until his throat was dry, and finally, when the guy was about to leave, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Watching Big Kun and his group leave, Flat-Pole Wei wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth with his fingertip: "Damn, it seems like Kun doesn't have any intention of seizing the dock."

"Sigh, to put it bluntly, it's all Lao Ding's fault." The clerk Ming brought over a bowl of salt water and handed it to Biandanwei.

Biandanwei took the bottle, tilted his head back, and drank it down: "I know, but if we keep going like this every day, how am I supposed to go out to sea on Wednesdays? If I leave, can you handle this bull?"

"I have to hold on, even if I can't! At most, I'll invite him in for tea."

"Master Ming pushed up his glasses and said slowly, "Anyway, by then, you'll have transported all the goods, so you don't have to worry about him seeing anything he shouldn't see."