The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 657 - 657 611 If Not Me Who Else

657: Chapter 611: If Not Me, Who Else?

657: Chapter 611: If Not Me, Who Else?

With Director Du Feng’s support and the addition of a celebrity, Imperial City Entertainment’s strength can now be described as growing stronger day by day, but in order to become the boss of Hong Kong’s entertainment industry and steer public opinion, there is still a long way to go.

Liu Hun had just stepped out of the reception room when he received a phone call from Zhong Xiao.

“Zhong Xiao, is there a problem on your end?” Liu Hun asked worriedly.

After he had killed the Xingdong Gang’s talker Crow, several of Xingdong’s bosses were meeting to discuss their next steps, so he had tasked Zhong Xiao with closely monitoring Xingdong’s movements.

“It’s not,” Zhong Xiao replied, which somewhat surprised Liu Hun.

“The owner of a tea and snack shop says he wants to see you.

He says his name is Hong Wei,” Zhong Xiao told Liu Hun.

Upon hearing this, Liu Hun tensed up, wondering if there were any new instructions from higher up.

He immediately said to Zhong Xiao, “You keep an eye on Xingdong’s movements; I’ll be right over.”

Liu Hun drove straight to Hong Wei’s tea and snack shop, and, as always, the two of them went into Hong Wei’s room.

“Major General Liu, these are instructions from above.” Hong Wei handed Liu Hun a secretly delivered letter before exiting the room.

Liu Hun opened the letter and saw it was indeed notes from Xia Mingren, with just a few words: “Absorb and integrate, do not use force, stability and unity are most important.”

Liu Hun immediately burned the note.

He knew in his heart that Xia Mingren must also be closely monitoring the shifts in Hong Kong and thus had sent him this directive.

It seemed that using force to get rid of the Xingdong and other gangs was definitely not going to work now.

Considering this, Liu Hun thought it over and called Hong Wei back in.

“Major General Liu, is there anything else you need?” Hong Wei asked Liu Hun.

“Using our status, contact the bosses of the Xingdong Gang for me; I want to join their meeting,” Liu Hun told Hong Wei.

“Yes, sir!” Hong Wei promptly relayed Liu Hun’s command.

Thirty minutes later, Liu Hun, accompanied by Zhong Xiao, arrived at a hot pot restaurant in a narrow alley.

As they entered, they saw several men in their mid-thirties sitting together, eating hot pot.

“Mr.

Liu!” The men had been anxiously waiting after receiving the message and became more nervous upon Liu Hun’s arrival.

They had witnessed the General Staff’s purge when they themselves were still underlings and had finally made it to a boss’s position, so they certainly did not want to offend these Rashe again.

“Please, gentlemen, have a seat!” Liu Hun said, gesturing to the Xingdong bosses to sit, and then he casually poured himself a glass of liquor.

The men exchanged uncertain glances; none of them knew what Liu Hun was planning this time.

“I think… you should already understand the upstairs’ message.

‘Stability and prosperity’ has been mentioned many times,” Liu Hun said after taking a sip of liquor, addressing everyone.

“Yes, yes, yes… we understand… we understand,” the men nodded in agreement hesitantly.

“But it seems your talker didn’t understand, so I took him out of the game.

Do any of you have any objections?” Liu Hun candidly admitted to the bosses that he had taken out Crow.

“No, no, no…

not at all…” The bosses didn’t dare to breathe heavily, just nodding in agreement.

“Good, you are all sensible people.

You shouldn’t make the same dumb mistakes as Crow.

I’ll drink to that,” Liu Hun said as he toasted the bosses.

“Thank you, Mr.

Liu… Thank you, Mr.

Liu…” The group repeatedly expressed their gratitude.

Liu Hun smiled, put down his glass, and then said to everyone, “Let’s call it a night for today.

You can go now.” As he was about to leave, he added to all those present, “In three days at Qingshui Bay Villa, I’d like to invite you all to gather.

I hope you can all come.”

“We’ll be there… Definitely,” all the bosses stood up to see Liu Hun off until his figure disappeared.

Then they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“What do you think we should do?” one boss asked first.

“What else can we do?

We have to go, don’t we?

Don’t you want to live?” another boss replied.

“What if… he wants to disband our gang?” one boss voiced the concern that everyone shared.

The group fell silent for a long time until one spoke up, “First of all, we have to stay alive, right?

Living is more important than anything **** else.

Have you guys forgotten how our big brother died?”

At that, everyone shivered involuntarily.

“But…

we’ve also got to make money, right?

He can’t just rob us blind?

The last time they cleaned up a bit, but they didn’t cut off our money,” said the boss who had spoken first.

Suddenly, someone had an idea, “Here’s the thing!

We make it clear, first we save our skins!

And our income can’t be less!

We make our stand and negotiate with him!

What do you think?”

“Right, right, Tiger is right!

Having money without life, or life without money, neither works!”

“Good, good, good, it’s decided then!”

…

After a lengthy discussion, the bosses agreed on an approach.

Three days later, at Liu Hun’s Qingshui Bay Villa, rows of vehicles were parked outside, and every gang boss in Hong Kong was present, with Liu Hun having cleared a sizable area around.

Whether enemies or friends, such a meeting inevitably brought anxiety and tension, as they were all survivors of previous purges.

No one knew if the next moment would bring gunmen from behind the curtains, firing machine guns and ending an era of Hong Kong’s underworld.