Chapter 40 - Dig a Big Pit, Bury Many People!

Chapter 40 Dig a Big Pit, Bury Many People!

City Stronghold Project Office.

Lei Luo sat at the head of the table. On his left, the first seat was taken by Lard Boy. Further down were Yan Tong and Han Zhen. Although they were inspectors, they had no objections to sitting below Lard Boy.

Ever since Lan Gang was sent to guard the reservoir, his days had been miserable. Seeing this, Yan Tong and Han Zhen naturally chose to align themselves with Lei Luo.

As Lei Luo’s spokesperson, Lard Boy sitting below him was only fitting. On the right side sat Li Aji, the current general manager of the construction company “Hong Kong Island Construction,” and Liu Chen from the Hung Hing triad.

After absorbing many members from the former Numbers Gang, Liu Chen’s Hung Hing had firmly established itself in Kowloon. Together with Yee On and Wo Shing, Hung Hing had become one of the three dominant triads on Hong Kong Island.

Li Aji, after a period of grooming, had gained full recognition from everyone in the construction company. If the construction company were to be considered part of the underworld, their strength would be on par with the big three.

Li Aji had strong personal charisma and had rapidly improved in management skills, especially in loyalty and honor. The construction company’s members—originally from various gangs—now only followed the words of Lei Luo and Li Aji. They had essentially detached from their original affiliations.

Lei Luo was very satisfied with this team. Each member was capable. After assigning them to oversee the city stronghold project, Lei Luo announced the meeting adjourned.

Once everyone had left, Lei Luo was driven by Lard Boy to a warehouse at the port. Inside, they found Huo Dong making tea. Next to Huo Dong sat a man with a high-collared coat and hat, obscuring most of his face.

But upon seeing Lei Luo, the man stood up abruptly, clearly agitated.

“Lei Luo! What did I, Ah Hao, ever do to betray you!?”

He threw off his hat—revealing his identity as Ah Hao from the Yi Qun gang!

Once one of the four major drug traffickers in Hong Kong and Lei Luo’s most loyal lackey. After Lei Luo became Chief Chinese Inspector, he sent Ah Hao to the Golden Triangle to source new supply lines.

But as soon as Ah Hao left, Lei Luo launched a massive sweep of the Hong Kong underworld. Yi Qun was betrayed and now all its members were in jail.

The news had long reached the Golden Triangle, so Ah Hao had never dared return. Until recently, when people from Huang Junwei approached Ah Hao with case files, explaining everything. Ah Hao was furious and confused.

He couldn’t understand why Lei Luo had done it.

So when Huo Dong’s people came to him saying Lei Luo wanted to meet, he finally couldn’t resist. He risked it all and smuggled himself back to Hong Kong on Huo Dong’s boat.

Facing Ah Hao’s rage, Lei Luo remained calm. He took off his coat and sat down.

“Sit. Let’s talk, Ah Hao. The times are changing.”

“I sent you away because of your years of loyalty. Otherwise, you’d have been dead long ago.”

Lei Luo looked up as Huo Dong handed him a cup of tea. Ah Hao looked at Lei Luo, struggling with his emotions. After just a few months, Lei Luo seemed like a stranger. He no longer acted arrogant, yet his presence was more imposing than ever.

He didn’t need to fake authority anymore—just sitting there, he radiated a silent dominance. Ah Hao closed his reddened eyes and forced himself to stay calm.

“I’m glad you agreed to see me.”

“I didn’t kill your ambush team. They’re all detained safely.”

“I’m a man of my word. You’re safe in Hong Kong while I’m here.”

Lei Luo downed the tea and threw Ah Hao a cigar. Ah Hao’s face remained dark. He clenched and released his fists repeatedly, eyes locked on Lei Luo. He had indeed followed Huo Dong back, but he also had men still in Hong Kong.

The moment he arrived, he signaled for them to regroup. But Lei Luo had anticipated it and captured them all. Ah Hao didn’t doubt Lei Luo’s words—he could hear the certainty in his tone.

“What do you want from me? I’ll never work with you again.”

“I need you to handle one thing. Do it, and I’ll make you king of the Golden Triangle.”

Ding

— Lard Boy had finished cutting the cigar and lit it for Lei Luo.

“What thing?”

“We’re going to run a pig-butchering scam…”

Inside the warehouse, Lei Luo and Ah Hao talked from afternoon until midnight. At midnight, they left the warehouse. At the dock, Liu Chen waited with a dozen triad members—Ah Hao’s last remaining team in Hong Kong.

After retrieving his men, Ah Hao left Hong Kong that night on Huo Dong’s boat, returning to the Golden Triangle. Standing on the rocking boat, wrapped in a coat, he looked back at the pier.

“Boss, are we just leaving like this?”

“Boss, all the other brothers are still in prison!”

His men surrounded him, indignant. But Ah Hao just sighed deeply.

“Lei Luo promised not to harm them.”

“When I establish myself over there, those who want to join me can come.”

Hearing this, the others stayed quiet. They had witnessed Lei Luo’s recent dominance—his power was unmatched. Ah Hao himself felt fortunate to have returned to Hong Kong. He turned to look at the dozen men, eyes scanning each face.

“I know some of you are Lei Luo’s spies.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle what I have to do. But after it’s done, I expect you to leave on your own.”

“We’re all brothers—I don’t want it to end in bloodshed.”

As soon as he said this, the group was visibly shaken, casting wary glances at one another. But Ah Hao said no more. He tossed his cigarette and returned to the cabin.

On the dock, Huo Dong looked at Lei Luo with admiration. Since working with Lei Luo, he had watched the man manipulate all of Hong Kong Island.

To this day, no one had been able to challenge Lei Luo—let alone defeat him. Even when Hong Kong’s business elite united against him, it was useless. Just when they thought they had a lethal shot, it turned out to be bait planted by Lei Luo himself!

He felt lucky to be Lei Luo’s ally—if he were the enemy, he wouldn’t dare return to Hong Kong.

“Tell the mainland that if Huang Junwei’s price is reasonable, we can purchase from him too.”

“There’s no way we can fill the grain shortage alone—the more involved, the better.”

Lei Luo exhaled a puff of smoke and said this to Huo Dong.

“But can your funds keep up if we keep doing this?”

“The mainland said if you need anything, just ask.”

Faced with Huo Dong’s concern, Lei Luo only smiled.

He never planned to earn money from this. The high-profile food aid was nothing more than a grand setup from the very beginning.