01"Cheers! Blowjob Ji—happy cooperation!"
Big D raised his beer bottle and laughed heartily at Blowjob Ji.
To Big D right now, making money was more important than becoming chairman.
Sure, being chairman would give him legitimacy—
But Wo Shing's rules were clear:
the elders voted.
Big D's thinking was simple:
endure this round—two years at most.
Keep Blowjob Ji firmly under control,
then go all out in the next term.
Once he took the seat, he'd naturally chain consecutive terms,
turning Wo Shing into something entirely new.
From then on, every Wo Shing chairman would carry the surname Lei.
Big D—real name Lei Chiu.
His wife, D Sister, real name Siu Ah-Lai, also known as Sister Lai.
This lavish seafood feast left Blowjob Ji eating in sheer terror.
The moment he finished, he prepared to leave, treading on thin ice.
Just as he stepped out of the private room—
Two bodyguards Big D had sent were already waiting at the door,
one on his left, one on his right, following closely behind him.
"Boss Ji, being chairman is dangerous," one of them said.
"I've sent two brothers to protect you."
Blowjob Ji knew perfectly well—
this was called protection on the surface, but in reality it was surveillance.
How could he dare refuse?
"Then… thank you, Big D."
With that, he left under the escort of the bodyguards.
Inside the private room,
Big D leisurely wiped his hands with a damp towel.
Head Horse Long Hair stood nearby and asked:
"Brother D, you're really just letting him go?
What if he turns around and leaks something to Uncle Deng…?"
"Leak?"
Big D let out a cold laugh and knocked on the table full of seafood shells.
"His lifeline is in my hands.
His son is still in school—does he dare?"
He nodded, picked up his cellphone,
and dialed Uncle Deng's number.
The moment the call connected,
Big D's tone instantly changed.
Gone was the ferocity from before;
in its place was polite, timely respect.
"Uncle Deng, it's me—Big D."
From the receiver came Uncle Deng's slightly wary voice:
"Big D? What is it?
The chairman candidate has already been decided today.
I advise you not to stir up trouble—there's no point."
Big D leaned back on the sofa.
"The society chose Blowjob Ji as chairman—how could I not accept it?"
"I even specially treated him to a seafood feast just now.
Everything's been made clear. From now on, I, Big D, will fully support him."
"I understand the rules.
If you've decided, then that's that."
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end.
Then Uncle Deng's voice came again, filled with suspicion:
"You really won't cause trouble anymore?"
"Uncle Deng, listen to you—haha…"
Big D chuckled, his words layered with hidden meaning.
"No matter what, I can't go against the society, can I?"
"I've always respected you elders.
With you steering the ship, I can rest easy."
"As long as you don't cause trouble, that's good.
Next term, I'll fully support you."
After hanging up,
Uncle Deng stared at his old phone, brows knitted tightly.
He had lived most of his life,
seen every kind of falsehood and truth the underworld had to offer.
But Big D's change in attitude was too fast.
Just days ago, he'd been declaring at banquets:
"Whoever fights me dies."
And now he was proactively expressing loyalty—
even sending people to support the new chairman?
"Ah Chi!!"
Uncle Deng called toward the door.
An elderly man about his age walked in.
His name was Ah Chi—Uncle Deng's long-time assistant.
"Go check," Uncle Deng instructed.
"Find out exactly what Big D and Blowjob Ji talked about in that private room."
"And the two bodyguards Big D sent—
dig into them thoroughly."
Ah Chi acknowledged and turned to leave.
Uncle Deng added one more sentence:
"Don't let Big D's people notice.
That kid looks obedient on the surface—
who knows what dirty tricks he's plotting underneath."
"He supports Blowjob Ji?
There's definitely something fishy."
"Yes, Brother Deng."
After Ah Chi left,
Uncle Deng walked to the window.
Watching the headlights weaving below,
he let out a long sigh.
He had a strong feeling—
This move by Big D
was even more dangerous than openly confronting the society.
Supporting Blowjob Ji in public,
while secretly turning him into a disposable pawn.
Blowjob Ji had taken Big D's money—
Uncle Deng had known that long ago.
But Big D had lent money to more than just him.
Officer Sam owed him.
Old Ghost Kui owed him.
Sometimes Big D didn't even lend—he forced loans.
Sometimes he invited elders to his underground casino to play baccarat.
Lose—and he'd lend.
First loan, no interest.
Big D's power was too great.
He needed someone strong enough to counterbalance him.
Who?
Fat Wah?
Ah Lok?
Dai Po Hei?
Uncle Deng's mind raced.
Finally, after weighing it all,
he chose Ah Lok.
Blowjob Ji was done for—
he was only a transitional piece.
These two years, Ah Lok had to be built up
to stand toe-to-toe with Big D.
And Fat Wah—
his underlings were fierce enough to form a third force.
As long as Big D remained unrestrained,
Uncle Deng would never support him taking the seat.
Unless someone emerged who was stronger than Big D.
Only then could balance be restored.
Having made his decision,
Uncle Deng called Fire Bull and told him to inform Ah Lok
to visit his home tomorrow.
Then he personally called Fat Wah,
telling him Big D had compromised
and there was no need to stay on high alert anymore—
but cooperation with Ah Lok would be crucial going forward.
On the other end, Fat Wah agreed without hesitation.
After all, because he hadn't supported Big D,
the past few days had been nerve-wracking.
Now that Uncle Deng had spoken,
the meaning was obvious.
Why not divert the trouble eastward—
let Big D deal with Ah Lok?
After hanging up,
Fat Wah shared the good news with his wife.
She was delighted.
She'd been cooped up at home for days—
going stir-crazy.
She needed to go out, find her mahjong buddies,
and play until dawn.
After a quick touch-up,
Fat Wah's wife grabbed her purse and headed out.
Though Fat Wah said things were safe now,
he still brought two bodyguards.
Fat Wah himself also prepared to head out—
mainly to collect payments.
After dinner,
Fat Wah left with four bodyguards.
The streets had been tense these past few days;
there were unfamiliar faces everywhere.
But now that he was out,
there was truly no tail.
Looks like Big D really had been suppressed by Uncle Deng?
To take a shortcut to Lin Yao's place,
Fat Wah waved for the four bodyguards to follow closely
and stepped into an alley himself.
This was the most remote alley in his territory,
yet it housed three small shops that paid him protection money.
The alley was so narrow only two people could walk side by side,
its walls covered in mottled graffiti.
When the wind blew,
plastic bags in the trash cans rustled loudly.
Just as he reached the middle of the alley
and raised his hand to take out a cigarette—
Bang!
A gunshot rang out.
Fat Wah didn't even see where the bullet came from.
He only felt a violent pain explode in the back of his head,
his vision instantly going black.
He didn't even let out a sound
before collapsing stiffly to the ground.
The cigar case in his hand flew aside,
cigars scattering everywhere.
The four bodyguards were scared out of their wits!
Someone drew a gun,
someone rushed to help Fat Wah—
But the alley was empty,
only the wind still blowing.
"Quick! Call an ambulance!"
"Hurry—notify Brother Yao!!"
The scene descended into chaos.
Less than ten minutes later,
Police sirens tore through the midnight streets.
Major Crimes vehicles drove straight into
Wo Shing's territory.
Plainclothes officers moved swiftly,
immediately detaining the four people they identified as key suspects.
They were—
Uncle Deng.
Blowjob Ji.
Big D.
String Exploder.
A single shot—
and the underworld was thrown into turmoil.
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