I went berserk in the movie world

Chapter 41 Handsome Guy, We Meet Again

夜幕低垂

In Kwun Tong District, the stone-paved roads of Cha Kwo Ling are sparsely populated.

Kwun Tong has been undergoing a transformation in the past two years, gradually turning from a remote rural area into a new industrial zone.

While the rapid population growth has made the living environment worse, the demographic dividend has also brought development opportunities to various industries.

The Cha Kwo Ling area has gradually prospered in the last two years due to the large number of nearby workers renting there. At the same time, it is also a place where gambling dens and drug trafficking are rampant.

The fat corpse's main stronghold was in this area. When he returned with his men, the nearby residents consciously made way for them.

Following the trapezoidal tin-roofed houses upwards, when they reached one of the guarded doors, the fat corpse waved and asked, "Hey, are you sold out?"

The young guard nodded hurriedly: "Boss, it's all gone."

"So popular? Then let's distribute more next time."

"I see."

"Alright, be smart and keep watch outside."

Further away

Song Sheng and Wu Jiuge stood at the foot of the mountain in the entire shack area, looking at the rows of compact tin-roofed houses that were being built up in front of them.

Wu Jiuge was somewhat indignant at this moment: "I've found that ever since I followed you, good things never happen to me, but bad things always happen to me."

Do I look like a bad guy? Why can't I ask other guys for this dirty stuff?

Even if Ip Man couldn't do it, there's still Jinshan to come to them, right?

"One thousand dollars, shut up."

"A thousand dollars? Boss Song! What do you take me for!"

"Why bother with formalities? Just tell me what you need. Don't worry about money; do you think I'm that kind of person?"

"Let's go, and make it quick. You know what the consequences will be if we get caught."

"Don't worry about me handling things."

The night was dark

The two split up.

Wu Jiuge pulled down his work hat and followed the narrow path up the tin-roofed houses with their steps, clutching a switchblade in his hand.

The two thugs guarding the door were chatting when they heard approaching footsteps and turned to look.

The two men stopped Wu Jiuge: "What are you doing?"

Wu Jiuge raised his head, leaned closer, and whispered, "Boss, I'd like to buy some goods."

Upon hearing this, the two exchanged a glance and both laughed: "Trying to chase after dragons (gain fans), huh?"

Wu Jiuge nodded as if she couldn't wait.

"Okay, wait here, I'll go get the goods." One of them turned and walked towards the door.

But the moment he turned around, a very low groan came from behind him.

It's like something was tightly covered in the mouth, and then desperately swallowed back down.

The man in front instinctively turned around and saw his brother, who had just been chatting with him, now curled up on the ground, clutching his stomach with one hand, blood gushing out from between his fingers, spreading into a dark, gooey puddle on the ground.

"You—" he opened his mouth to shout, but Wu Jiuge had already come up in front of him.

A hand suddenly gripped his jaw with the force of an iron clamp.

A blood-stained switchblade was swiftly plunged into his throat and pulled out; the terrified cry was swallowed back forever before it could escape his lips.

However, it still caused a commotion, alerting the people who were on guard in the room.

Someone opened the door, someone else peered out the window, and instantly shouts came from inside: "Go to hell! Ah Cai and Ah Jiu are in trouble, damn it, grab your weapons!"

Wu Jiuge didn't linger in the fight and turned to run.

Eight or nine gangsters armed with machetes and steel pipes rushed out of the tin shack. After noticing the bleeding brothers on the ground, one of them checked the situation while the others gave chase.

The tin shack was suddenly mostly empty.

The fat corpse was counting money in the innermost room, stacks of loose Hong Kong dollars, which must have amounted to at least several thousand dollars.

Just as he was getting into counting, he heard a commotion outside and cursed, "Damn it, who's causing trouble outside?"

The crown prince, who was dozing in the outer room separated by a door, turned to the servant outside when he heard the elder's question and asked, "What's going on? Who dares to cause trouble here?"

Outside the door, the incredulous voice of the thugs left behind came through: "Brother Tai, it seems Ah Cai and Ah Jiu have been stabbed to death!"

Upon hearing this, the crown prince abruptly stood up from his seat.

He thought it was just another case of someone getting high and causing trouble, but he didn't expect that someone was actually dead. He immediately realized something was wrong and was about to rush out the door when a dark shadow suddenly crashed into the room.

The crown prince turned his head to look over.

It was the same younger brother who had just answered him.

The other person was clutching their neck, their face filled with terror, liquid continuously oozing from the area where their hands were covering their throat, and making low, hoarse sounds like a bellows.

Song Sheng walked in confidently from the doorway, the butterfly knife in his right hand opening and closing rapidly like a black butterfly, producing a very light and crisp metallic sound as the blade opened and closed.

Looking at the wary Crown Prince, Song Sheng smiled and said, "Handsome boy, we meet again."

The prince's pupils contracted violently.

He remembered this face. During the day at Juyi Teahouse, this person sat next to him, barely saying a word. When he left, the person even made a throat-slitting gesture.

But now, when that face reappeared before me, it carried the same nonchalant smile, as if the negotiations from earlier that day hadn't finished and were just being continued in a different place.

Inside the inner room, the fat corpse had clearly heard the commotion as well: "Ah Yao?"

The Crown Prince stared intently at Song Sheng, his anxious mood gradually calming down: there was only one person on the other side!

He said in a deep voice, "Boss, a little mouse has gotten into the house. Please wait a moment."

"Okay, then make sure it's clean."

"Don't worry, boss, give me three minutes."

After speaking, the Crown Prince pulled out a brand-new machete from the corner of the wall, his cold gaze fixed on Song Sheng: "Damn it, you dare to sneak in alone? Do you think I, the Crown Prince, am invisible?!"

While he was speaking, Song Sheng had already put away the butterfly knife, instead drawing the Browning pistol from his waist, disengaging the safety, and smoothly pulling back the slide to chamber a bullet.

So the crown prince, who had just uttered those harsh words, froze on the spot.

Inside the room, the fat corpse didn't hear the fighting outside and instinctively assumed that the newcomer had already been dealt with by A Yao.

After all, Ah Yao's skills were truly exceptional, which is why Fat Corpse promoted him to a high-ranking member of the gang in such a short time.

After counting the money, the fat corpse put it all into a safe in the corner and casually asked outside, "Ah Yao, all done?"

The outside was completely silent.

The fat corpse paused as he was about to close the safe, turned to look at the door, and at the same time, skillfully reached for a pistol hidden in the corner.

He glanced at the side window again, but instead of fleeing, he tried asking again, "Ah Yao, you—"

boom!!!

The wooden door to the inner room was smashed open by something in an instant.

The fat corpse glanced instinctively at the person who had been knocked in.

It's Ah Yao!

Instantly, goosebumps rose all over his body, and he raised his gun, aiming it at the door.

But before he could raise the gun halfway, a butterfly knife pierced deep into his forearm, causing him to turn pale with pain.

A ghostly black shadow appeared even faster!

Immediately afterward, the fat corpse felt a sharp pain in its chest and was kicked away, crashing into the corner of the tin shed with a loud thud!

The suffocating pain almost made him faint. When he caught his breath, a figure was already standing in front of him.

The fat corpse raised its head in terror, looking at the expressionless man standing in front of it, its voice completely panicked: "Handsome, handsome, I lied before, I admit my mistake, I deserve to die, don't be impulsive, we can talk things over."

Song Sheng ignored him and simply bent down to pick up the pistol that the fat corpse had dropped.

Increase combat readiness by one!