N-A-A Chapter 67: Being Eyed
Chapter 67: Being Eyed
Killing one's own Red Pole in front of his underlings is like slapping Liang Kun a dozen times in public!
Young Kun's face instantly shifted between pale and flushed, finally turning a deep purplish-red. His eyes twitched, his temples throbbed, his clenched fists bulged with veins, and his nails dug deeply into his palms! A surge of rage, a mixture of humiliation and fear, almost burst from his head. He had just assumed the position of leader of Hung Hing, a time to establish his authority, only to have one of his henchmen slaughtered in front of his own men, right on his turf?!
Tian Shou, standing behind him, immediately sensed the impending killing intent emanating from his boss. His hand silently reached for the dagger at his waist, his muscles tense, waiting for a single glance from Liang Kun.
However, at the critical moment—
Liang Kun suddenly raised his hand, not pointing at Yuan Qingnan, but firmly pressing down on Tian Shou's restless arm.
"Damn it!" Instead of turning hostile, Handsome Kun kicked the buck-toothed Su's corpse hard. "I told you long ago to be polite! You have no manners! Look at you? Now you're dead, serves you right!"
The next second, under the cold gazes of everyone—including Yuan Qingnan—the ferocious and furious expression on Liang Kun's face vanished instantly, replaced by an almost twisted, fawning smile:
"President Yuan! Well done! Such ill-mannered scum was a waste of resources to keep alive. You've done me a huge favor by cleaning up my ranks. Thank you so much! Please come to my office for a detailed discussion..."
These actions and remarks left all the remaining Hung Hing members in the bar completely dumbfounded. Their eyes widened, their jaws nearly dropping. Their boss… he's incredibly patient!
Hara Aono turned slightly to the side and whispered gently in Japanese to his wife, Tokugawa Yuki, behind him, "Yuki, let's go, it's too dirty here."
Tokugawa Yuki maintained a serene demeanor throughout, her expression as calm as a delicate porcelain doll. She nodded slightly, took graceful steps, and followed half a step behind Hara Aono.
Those exquisite wooden clogs trod across the shards of glass and sticky blood, yet remained unstained, their steps light as if walking on clouds. The hem of her kimono brushed against the pool of blood, like a plum blossom quietly blooming in the snow, possessing an eerie and deadly beauty.
As I passed by Liang Kun, a wisp of cherry blossom fragrance wafted by.
A fleeting look of undisguised amazement and greed flashed in Liang Kun's eyes—this Japanese woman was ten times more beautiful than the top hostess he had ever been to!
No, comparing her to those ordinary beauties was blasphemous. Her aloof and stunningly beautiful face, and the alluring figure partially revealed beneath her kimono, burrowed into his heart like a venomous snake, igniting his most primal possessive desire.
"Sooner or later I'll have my chance... This Japanese bastard humiliated me today, but I'll definitely ravage every hole on his woman's body in the future!" A lustful fire raged within him, but his face was plastered with a fawning smile. He turned sideways, bowed, and respectfully gestured for him to enter.
"President Yuan, Madam, this way please."
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Yuan Qingnan seemed oblivious to Liang Kun's lewd gaze. Or perhaps, he simply didn't care.
He nodded slightly, protecting Tokugawa Yuki, ignoring the mess and fearful stares around them, and headed straight for the private elevator at the back of the bar. Liang Kun quickly followed, while Tian Shou silently lagged behind.
He whispered behind Liang Kun, "Boss, this Japanese guy is dangerous!"
"Even you think it's dangerous? Are you confident you can win a one-on-one fight?"
Tian Shou shook his head: "With bare hands, it's a 40/60 split. I have 40% and he has 60%. If he uses a weapon, I have no chance at all."
This burly man, who is at least two meters tall, is one of the top henchmen of the gangster "Brother Kun," or you could say his bodyguard.
Proficient in various grappling techniques, his punches weigh around 400 pounds, like a cannonball.
Liang Kun nodded to indicate that he understood.
Top floor, Liang Kun's private office.
The heavy soundproof doors shut out the noise from downstairs. The office was luxuriously decorated, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows offering a dazzling view of Causeway Bay at night. It was fully equipped with leather sofas, mahogany desks, and a cigar bar.
"Mr. Yuan, Madam, please have a seat." Liang Kun greeted them attentively, personally taking out the finest Cohiba from the cigar cabinet, carefully trimming it with a cigar cutter, and handing it to Yuan Qingnan.
Yuan Qingnan simply waved her hand slightly, indicating that it was not necessary.
Tokugawa Yuki sat quietly on the sofa, his hands elegantly folded on his knees, his eyelids lowered, like a lifeless, perfect doll.
Somewhat embarrassed, Liang Kun put down his cigar, rubbed his hands together, and forced a smile: "Mr. Yuan, I'm really sorry this time. Those brainless henchmen offended you and your wife. I'll teach them a lesson..."
Yuan Qingnan didn't turn around; his cold voice directly interrupted Liang Kun's polite conversation. To be precise, his Cantonese was very good:
"Mr. Li, there's no need for formalities. You know the purpose of my trip."
"Last month's shipments were 30% less than agreed upon. This month, I want to see double the shipments, covering every street in Hong Kong."
"The Yamaguchi-gumi will supply you with the best deals, making you incredibly wealthy, which will give you the strength to expand and seize the top position."
"And that Big B from Hung Hing, my men took care of him for you, otherwise you'd be eating potatoes in Stanley right now~"
"As we agreed beforehand, it's time for you to fulfill your promise."
Liang Kun cursed inwardly, "These Japanese are even more anxious than I am."
He remained silent for a long time.
Yuan Qingnan pressed forward, his eyes fixed on Liang Kun.
"What? Mr. Li, are you going to back out? Can you afford the consequences of breaking the contract?"
A blatant threat!
Handsome Kun waved his hands repeatedly: "President, you've misunderstood. I, Handsome Kun, value the spirit of contracts the most."
"But you don't know this, I've just become the leader, and my position isn't stable yet. The other leaders might not be willing to do this kind of thing. Besides, the work your men are doing is really too sloppy. I'm now a prime suspect for the cops in West Kowloon."
"Oh, my men are very clean. How did you end up being targeted by the West Kowloon police? Or is this just an excuse?"
Faced with Yuan Qingnan's questioning, Liang Kun waved his hands repeatedly.
"Please, I'm sure no one would dare to talk big to the former chairman; it's all because of that damned bastard, Big B; I have an undercover agent in the police station, and that damn Big B has a backup plan. He made a copy of all the evidence of our cooperation, and it's now in the hands of a guy named Song Zhaowen!"
The fact that "Brother Kun" knew about this information so quickly was actually because Chan Ka-ki of West Kowloon deliberately leaked it.
The neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows cast flickering shadows on Yuan Qingnan's face. His eyes were as calm as a deep pool, but the invisible pressure emanating from them sent a cold sweat down Liang Kun's back.
"Song Zhaowen?" Yuan Qingnan slowly repeated the name, his voice devoid of emotion. "Who is he?"
"Zhengxing's Double Flower Red Pole, nicknamed 'Hard Fist Man,' has been making waves in the underworld these past few months." Handsome Kun quickly explained, "Big B had some connections with him before his death, so he's probably keeping a backup plan to protect himself from me. Now that evidence is in Song Zhaowen's hands, if he hands it over to the cops…"
Yuan Qingnan raised his hand to interrupt Liang Kun.
"I'm not going to listen to any more nonsense. Just kill him and that female cop watching you, and everything will be peaceful! Tell me, where are they now? I'll send my men to clean up these scumbags for you!"