Hong Kong variety show: Starting from Cold War 1994

Chapter 28 Brother Wu: Gandhi, I can help you, but it will cost you more money!

Everyone in the store was stunned, but Wen Zheng slowly moved his chair back to avoid being splashed.

"Gandhi, calm down. Why don't you investigate again? What if someone is framing you?"

Gandhi threw the photos on the ground: "These are so clear, and you're telling me it's a setup? Does evidence only count if you have photos of them doing something wrong?!"

Gossiping with one's sister-in-law is a major taboo in the martial arts world, and as the victim of being cuckolded...

At that moment, Gandhi felt as if everyone was looking at him with mockery.

Wen Zheng stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Go home first, ask your sister-in-law, and then decide what to do after you've found out."

Gandhi stared at Wen Chou for a few seconds, then suddenly grabbed him by the collar.

"Wen Zheng, if you dare to spread this around..."

Wen Zheng pried Gandhi's hand away: "Among the gangs in Tsim Sha Tsui, I'm the youngest. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

He made a "zipper" gesture:

"Boss, what about you guys?"

The boss and his employee shook their heads in fright: "We don't know! You two, we know nothing about this."

Gandhi bent down to pick up the scattered photos, carefully collected them one by one, stuffed them into the inside pocket of his polo shirt, and turned to leave.

The underlings outside had heard the commotion, but dared not go in.

"Big boss?"

"Drive home."

……

"Sir Shen, Gandhi left Hung Fook in a huff, so he probably already knows."

At the corner of the alley where Hongfu Hotpot is located, Wang Zhizong reported the latest developments to Shen Shaofeng.

"Okay, keep an eye on him. Have things been arranged with his wife?"

"It's all arranged. Madam from B1-1 next door is leading the team himself, and his wife has already gone home."

"OK, please contact me anytime if there's any news."

"Got it, I'm off to get to work."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Shaofeng called Yang Bier again.

"Sister Bi, it's me."

"Shaofeng, any progress?"

"Gandhi has taken the bait, and now he might go home and confront his wife."

"Don't worry, everything's been arranged. We won't let him kill anyone."

"Thank you, Sister Bi. I'll treat you to a late-night snack when we're done."

Yang Bier smiled and said, "Brothers, don't be so polite. You've just started leading the team, so Roy and I will definitely help if we can."

……

When I got home, the living room light was on.

Gandhi's wife was sitting on the sofa watching "Today's Truth" on LeTV.

This program differs from those serious news reports; it specializes in uncovering gossip, everyday life, and even the inside stories of the wealthy that are popular with the public.

In addition, the host, Lok Wai-ching, is beautiful, doesn't follow the crowd, and has insightful comments, so the show became a hit with housewives all over the city as soon as it was launched.

When she saw Gandhi return, she got up to greet him.

"Honey, you're back? Have you eaten? I made some soup..."

"Snapped!"

A hard slap landed on her face.

"You bitch, I'll boil your mother alive!"

The woman staggered a couple of steps after being hit, crashing into the sofa. She covered her face and stared at Gandhi in disbelief.

Are you crazy?

Gandhi didn't say anything, but took the stack of photos out of his pocket and threw them in her face.

The photos were scattered all over the floor. The woman looked down and her face turned pale instantly.

"This, this is... Let me explain, we were just having tea..."

Gandhi slapped him again: "After drinking at the Peninsula, you want to go to the apartment to drink again? The tea at Guohua's is especially good, isn't it?"

The woman cried out, "He forced me to do it! Four years ago he..."

"Husband, he said if I dare tell you, he'll kill me. I didn't want to..."

"You bitch!"

Gandhi raised his hand, intending to slap her again, but the woman burst into tears and clung to his leg.

"Honey, I won't do it again, I'll never do it again..."

"Am I not good to you? Huh? I give you money when you want it, a car, a house, handbags—what haven't I given you? And this is how you treat me?!"

Gandhi looked at the woman crying on the ground and suddenly felt nauseous.

He turned and went into the study, locking the door behind him.

Sitting at his desk, he opened a drawer, took out a spare mobile phone, and dialed a number he rarely used.

The phone rang several times before being answered, and a hoarse male voice came through.

"A wing position?"

"Brother Wu, it's me, Gandhi."

"Gandhi? What brings you here?"

"I need to borrow troops."

On the other end of the phone was Wu Zhaonan from the "Yongzi Dui" (a phone number group).

The "Number Gang" group claims to have tens of thousands of members, but in reality, its management is very lax. The various groups are scattered across Hong Kong Island and even Macau, each with its own territory, making a living independently and without any connection to each other.

Wu Zhaonan was a member of the Yongzi gang, but he didn't rely on running brothels. Instead, he led a group of thugs to do manual labor, helping whoever paid him.

"Borrowing troops? Who are you going to target?"

"Guohua".

"Kwok Wah from Tsim Sha Tsui? Gandhi, you're practically one of the Ni family's men, are you two causing internal strife?"

"Never mind that, I'm just asking you, are you going to answer or not?"

Brother Wu remained silent for a while.

"What do you want to do?"

"I want him dead, so lend me your troops!"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Two million, and I'll bring twenty truly capable men with me."

Wu Zhaonan casually quoted a price.

"No problem! Bring your men over now!"

"Then it will cost an additional 500,000, plus an expedited processing fee."

"My men suffered casualties during the operation, the number of which is not counted separately."

Gandhi gritted his teeth: "Wu Zhaonan, don't go too far!"

"Gandhi, you came to me, whether you do it or not, you have to give it to me."

Gandhi took a deep breath: "I want you to take care of Guohua's men. I'll take his life myself!"

"No problem, actually, if you add another eighty, I'll personally take care of it for you..."

Gandhi quickly stopped him, saying, "No need, let's leave it at that. You all meet at the Grand Passion Nightclub."

"Okay, I'll be there in an hour."

After hanging up the phone, Gandhi cursed:

"Damn, that's expensive!"

Two and a half million, plus possible additional expenses, tonight we may have to throw out nearly three million.

But thinking about how I've been kept in the dark like a fool for the past four years...

He opened the safe, quickly counted out 25 bundles of HK$1,000 bills, thought for a moment, then took out another 10 bundles and put them into a black handbag.

Then he opened another hidden compartment and took out a Black Star pistol and two spare magazines.

After packing everything, he picked up the bag and pushed open the study door.

In the living room, the woman was still curled up on the floor, sobbing.

Gandhi didn't even glance at her, and walked straight to the door.

"Husband..." the woman called out weakly.

Gandhi stopped in his tracks, but did not turn back.

"I'll settle the score with you when I get back."

After speaking, he slammed the door and left.

Downstairs, two trusted henchmen were already waiting in the car. When Gandhi came down, they quickly got out.

"Big Boss"

"Call the brothers, let's gather in spirit, grab our weapons!"

"Yes, boss!"

……

"Shaofeng, Gandhi came downstairs with a bulging black handbag, got in the car, and drove off."

"Okay, Sister Bi, keep an eye on him."

Shen Shaofeng hung up the phone, stood up from his office chair, stretched his limbs, and muttered to himself:

"Looks like this big show is about to start tonight."