Hong Kong variety show: From being bitten by a cockroach to becoming a legend

Chapter 52: Who Arranges Whom?

Ding Xiaoxie ignored Dongguan boy's arrogance. If it had been a few days ago, given his temper, the two groups would have already started fighting.

Right now, revenge is the biggest priority for Ding Xiaoxie.

Ding Xiaoxie gestured to Ding Lixie with his eyes. Ding Lixie stepped forward and threw the travel bag at Dongguanzai's feet with a "clatter." The zipper was open, revealing stacks of brand-new thousand-dollar bills inside.

Under the dim streetlights, the distinctive smell of Hong Kong dollar ink mingled with the dust. The henchmen behind Dongguan stared wide-eyed, letting out a suppressed gasp.

The Dongguan guy's eyelids twitched, but his face remained nonchalant: "Wow, that's a big spender. What does it mean?"

"Here's three million," Ding Xiaoxie said coldly. "To buy you a favor."

"Tell me about it." The Dongguan guy squatted down, picked up a stack of banknotes, and weighed them in his hand.

"I want Song Zhaowen's beef ball factory to disappear from the map overnight." Ding Xiaoxie said each word clearly, his murderous intent undisguised: "Burn it to the ground, leave no one alive."

The Dongguan guy paused in his hand, the movement of his money in his hand coming to a halt. He looked up at Ding Xiaoxie: "Did he offend you?"

"A blood feud." Ding Xiaoxie squeezed out the four words through gritted teeth.

"Tsk tsk," Dongguan guy threw the banknotes back into his bag, stood up, and dusted off his hands. "Boss Ding, it's not that I don't want to help you. That Song Zhaowen, although he's an outsider, he's a powerful figure who's riding high right now, and he's also the head of Zhengxing's branch. If I mess with him, it's like slapping Zhengxing in the face, and I won't be able to explain it."

Upon hearing the words "the leader of Zhengxing's gang," Ding Xiaoxie's pupils suddenly contracted, and he abruptly turned to look at Ding Wangxie, his eyes full of questioning.

Ding Wangxie's heart tightened, and he quickly explained, "Brother, the information I found says he's a gangster..."

Dongguan Boy, who had overheard everything, scoffed, "Ha, looks like Boss Ding, your intelligence work wasn't up to par. Song Zhaowen isn't some nobody anymore; he's Fu Ye, the head of the Zhengxing triad in Tsz Wan Shan. He recently personally ordered him to become a 'red pole' and manage that street in Tsz Wan Shan. Even though it's a small territory, he's still a legitimate triad boss. You want me to burn down a factory belonging to a top Zhengxing red pole? That's no small matter; it could easily provoke a fight between the two triads!"

Ding Xiaoxie's face instantly darkened. If Song Zhaowen were just a minor acquaintance, he wouldn't have so many reservations about taking action.

But the leader of a gang, even the smallest gang, represents the face and sphere of influence of a gang.

To touch him is tantamount to declaring war on Zhengxing!

Although Chung Ching Society now has some influence in East Kowloon, it still lacks the foundation of the long-established triad, Cheng Hing.

Is it worth going to war with Zhengxing to avenge the second son?

The thought flashed through Ding Xiaoxie's mind for only a moment before being overwhelmed by an even stronger surge of hatred and obsession.

Worth it! Why wouldn't it be worth it! The second brother died so tragically, if he doesn't avenge this, how will Ding Xiaoxie maintain his standing in the underworld?

So what if it's Zhengxing? That old guy Fu Ye has been semi-retired for a long time. What kind of strength can a poor place like Tsz Wan Shan have?

Even if war breaks out, the Chung Ching Society might not be afraid!

"A gang leader?" Ding Xiaoxie sneered, his tone laced with disdain. "A backwater like Tsz Wan Shan? You call that a gang? Master Fu is senile; he just grabbed anyone to fill the ranks. Dongguan lad, you're afraid of Cheng Hing, but I, Ding Xiaoxie, am not!"

He stepped forward, closing in on Dongguanzi, and whispered, "I'll add three million, making it six million in total! All you need to do is provide local intelligence, blockade the perimeter, and create some chaos. I'll handle the actual fighting; it's done by 'tough guys' from the north. They're clean and fearless. Even if something goes wrong, they won't trace it back to you."

"Besides, you Dongguan natives rule Tin Shui Wai like kings. Are you really willing to let an outsider ride on your head? When Song Zhaowen came to open his factory, did he ever pay homage to you? Did he give you a single penny? Now he's even going to cooperate with the Huang Tian Group and soar to new heights. Will he still have any respect for you, this local bully?"

"Beef balls require no skill; anyone can make them. You can easily replace him if you take him out of the picture."

These words accurately struck at the Dongguan boy's sore spot and his greed. He was indeed envious of Song Zhaowen's business, and even more annoyed that the other party didn't take him seriously.

The Dongguan guy's eyes flickered violently, and his breathing became heavier. He glanced at the bag of banknotes at his feet: "Boss Ding, are you sure... the person who did this is reliable? Won't leave any loose ends?"

"Absolutely reliable!" Ding Xiaoxie said decisively. "They're all hardened criminals who've seen blood and have criminal records. They'll disappear as soon as they're done. You just need to arrange for them to go in and keep watch on the outside to prevent the cops from arriving too quickly."

Dongguan Boy licked his dry lips, a ruthless glint in his eyes. Damn it, fortune favors the bold! So what if he's from Cheng Hing? Tsz Wan Shan is a million miles from Tin Shui Wai. Would that old bastard Fuk really send his entire gang out for revenge for a newly appointed Red Pole? At worst, he'd just hand over more money to the triad afterward and smooth things over.

"Alright!" Dongguan guy slapped his thigh and made up his mind: "Boss Ding, I'll do this deal, but I want half the money first."

"Sure!" Ding Xiaoxie readily agreed.

The Dongguan man's eyes flashed with a fierce light. "Song Zhaowen's factory receives a batch of fresh beef every Thursday night. Trucks come and go, and the gates stay open longer then, which is when their guard is relatively relaxed. My men will find out the sentry posts and patrol patterns in advance. Your men will sneak in with the meat delivery trucks or climb over the back wall. Once inside, go straight to the factory and warehouse, pour gasoline, and set them on fire! Quick and decisive! I'll cause a few traffic accidents outside to distract the nearby police."

"Very good!" Ding Xiaoxie's face revealed a sinister smile. "That's settled! In three days, I'll turn Song Zhaowen and his dilapidated factory to ashes!"

Their hands clasped together again, one cold, the other fiery, both filled with a destructive desire.

Ding Xiaoxie seemed to see the towering flames and Song Zhaowen screaming in the sea of ​​fire. The pleasure of revenge mixed with madness made him tremble.

Unbeknownst to them, atop a rusty shipping container some distance from the junkyard, a figure wearing a baseball cap, almost blending into the darkness, was clearly recording the entire scene with a camera equipped with a telephoto lens. Then, like a ghost, the figure slid down the container and vanished silently into the thick of the night.

Soon after, the photos were developed and placed on Song Zhaowen's desk at the Man Kee Beef Ball Factory in Tin Shui Wai.