N-A-A Chapter 51: 1. Revenge is a Must
Chapter 51: 1. Revenge is a Must
A few days later, at the Chung Ching Society's stronghold.
"Brother, we found it. There were three people who were most suspicious before Second Brother's incident!"
Ding Wangxie pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and placed a thin document on the greasy wooden table in front of Ding Xiaoxie.
There was still half-eaten roast meat rice and half a bottle of liquor on the table, and the air was filled with the smell of cheap tobacco and food scraps.
These past few days, Ding Xiaoxie has neglected his business, locking himself in here and refusing to leave.
Ding Xiaoxie didn't look at the documents; he just stared intently at Ding Wangxie with his bloodshot eyes and said, "Speak."
Ding Wangxie's Adam's apple bobbed as he pointed to a blurry photo at the top of the document. The photo showed a man in a floral shirt with a burly face: "The first one is 'Sangji' from Hung Hing. Last month, at a mahjong parlor in Mong Kok, he got into an argument with the second brother over water, and they almost came to blows. Sangji made a threat at the time, saying he would become the second brother sooner or later."
Ding Xiaoxie's eyes were icy: "Sangji... the leader of Hung Hing in Tuen Mun, the chief henchman of Dinosaur. Suspected, note it down."
Ding Wangxie then pointed to the second photo, which showed a middle-aged man in a suit and glasses who looked refined: "The second one is Liu Rongchang, the owner of 'Rongchang Trading.' My second brother collected a large sum of 'protection money' from him last month. Liu Rongchang was very unwilling at the time and said he would call the police. My second brother... my second brother slapped him twice and smashed the windows of his company."
"A businessman?" Ding Xiaoxie scoffed. "He wouldn't dare touch anyone from our Chung Ching Society, even if he had ten lives. But... a cornered dog might do something rash. I'll remember that."
Ding Wangxie moved his finger to the third and bottom photo. The photo was obviously taken secretly and was somewhat blurry, but it was clear that the person was a very young man, tall and handsome.
"The third one is named Song Zhaowen." Ding Wangxie's tone was somewhat complicated: "I spent some money to get a police report from the police. A few days before my second brother's incident, they had a conflict with this man in Kwun Tong."
"Conflict? What conflict?"
"Well, as you know, big brother, second brother has always been hung up on Fang Min from the Fang family. That night, this guy stood up for second brother and got into a physical altercation with his men."
"It's the Fang family again!" Ding Xiaoxie's eyes narrowed slightly.
The Fang and Ding families have a long-standing feud spanning two generations, and now the death of the second brother is somehow connected to the Fang family.
"By the way, brother, the entire Fang family moved away. Could that be just a coincidence?"
Ding Wangxie's last words were like a needle, piercing the fog of anger and grief that had clouded Ding Xiaoxie's mind.
"The Fang family...moved away?" Ding Xiaoxie's voice suddenly lowered, carrying a dangerous calm. He whirled around, staring intently at Ding Wangxie: "When? Where did they move to? Who helped them move? Explain yourself!"
Ding Wangxie shuddered at his elder brother's gaze, quickly flipping through the documents in his hand and saying rapidly, "It was just three days after Second Brother's accident. He left in a very hurry. The neighbors said he moved overnight, taking only a few pieces of furniture. Where he moved to... we haven't confirmed yet, but we heard a truck was heading towards the New Territories. As for who helped them..." He paused, looking at the third photo, "Some neighbors saw a very handsome young man frequently entering and leaving the Fang family's house those days, and he looks a lot like Song Zhaowen in the photo."
"Song, Zhao, Wen." Ding Xiaoxie pronounced the name slowly and deliberately, each word like a shard of ice squeezed from between his teeth. He grabbed the secretly taken photo and brought it close to his eyes, as if he wanted to burn two holes in the young, calm face in the photo.
A few days after the conflict, Ding Yixie died a bizarre and tragic death, and the Fang family moved away overnight. Song Zhaowen happened to be the link between these two events, with both the ability and the motivation to do so!
"Bang!" Ding Xiaoxie slammed his fist on the table, making the bowls and plates bounce and the wine bottle tip over, spilling out turbid white wine and soaking the documents on the table.
"Fuck the Fang family! Fuck Song Zhaowen!" Ding Xiaoxie's forehead veins bulged, and his eyes were bloodshot, almost dripping blood. "The matter of the second son is definitely related to this bastard. He's the one who took away those damn women from the Fang family!"
"Big brother, what do we do now?" Ding Lixie chimed in, his face filled with hatred and eagerness. "Should we take some men and drag that Song Zhaowen out right away?"
Ding Wangxie pressed down on Ding Lixie's shoulder: "Fourth brother, don't be so impulsive. This Song Zhaowen is a gangster with a bunch of brothers under him. He also has a nickname, Hard Fist Wen. It's said in the underworld that this guy can take on thirty people at once. Our Zhongqing Society only has this many people. Going there would just be suicide."
"Damn it, are we just going to let this go?!"
"Ah Wong." Ding Xiaoxie looked at Ding Wangxie, his eyes sinister. "You just said that this Song Zhaowen is now running a factory in Tin Shui Wai?"
"Yes, the information I found is that he set up a beef ball factory in Tin Shui Wai, and business seems to be doing quite well. Even Wong Tin Group has approached him to discuss cooperation." Ding Wangxie nodded: "And I also know that the Dongguan guys in Tin Shui Wai seem to have a lot of opinions about him."
Ding Xiaoxie took a deep breath.
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. My third brother has prepared three million for me to meet with that Dongguan guy and ask him if he's interested in burning down Song Zhaowen's factory and my second brother? Damn it, I'll pay him back a hundredfold!"
A few days later, at a secluded junkyard in Tin Shui Wai.
Ding Xiaoxie, accompanied by Ding Wangxie, Ding Lixie, and several close confidants, stood in the center of the open space. He wore a black suit without a tie, and his face appeared even more somber under the lamplight. Ding Lixie carried a heavy black travel bag.
The roar of car engines could be heard in the distance. Two vans and a Toyota Crown drove into the junkyard, kicking up dust, and stopped opposite Ding Xiaoxie and the others.
The car door opened, and a dozen or so people jumped out. Leading them was a young man in a floral shirt with slicked-back hair, a toothpick dangling from his mouth, and an arrogant, reckless look in his eyes. He was the Dongguan guy who had clashed with Song Zhaowen earlier.
The Dongguan guy swaggered over, followed by a group of equally shady-looking thugs.
The two groups of people stood facing each other, several dozen yards apart.
Dongguan Boy glanced at Ding Xiaoxie sideways, spitting out his toothpick: "Ding Xiaoxie of Chung Ching Society? I've heard a lot about you. I heard your brother was burned to a crisp? My condolences."
These words were utterly insincere, even tinged with schadenfreude. Ding Xiaoxie's eye twitched, but he suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice, "Dongguan boy, enough nonsense. I'm here to discuss a big business deal."
"Business?" Dongguan scoffed. "Your Chung Ching Society's business is in East Kowloon, which is a million miles away from us. What business can you possibly have with me in Tin Shui Wai?"