Chapter 413: Skinning and washing, rewriting the rules of the underworld

Fred walked out of the house, swung his car keys triumphantly, got into a Porsche, and drove out of Wan Chai Garden Villa.

Turn on the English radio and listen to Michael Jackson’s “Beat It”. The song has a catchy style and loud high notes.

The listeners shook their heads and were completely intoxicated.

At the intersection of Admiralty Road, Fred stopped his sports car at the red light. He was wearing a suit and sunglasses, holding the steering wheel and smoking a cigar.

The big boss was very dignified, attracting the attention of many passers-by.

He really enjoyed the looks from the poor Chinese. Society is a pyramid with clear levels, and the Chinese are not at any level.

The slaves who built the pyramids!
“Beep.”

On the side of the road, a gray Toyota car suddenly lowered its window and honked its horn twice.

Ale was wearing a black cloth and holding a machete. The moment he turned his head, he pushed open the car door and rushed forward quickly: “Attack your mother!”

The knife flashed coldly, the murderous aura was blinding, and a streak of blood splashed on the windshield of the convertible sports car. The blood was smeared and blinding, and screams resounded through the streets.

“what!”

Fred was used to a life of luxury and had zero experience in street fighting. He simply raised his hand to block the knife in the driver’s seat.

The blade broke through the flesh and cut into the arm bone.

Ah Le exerted force with his hands and feet, stepped into the car door, and swung his sword twice, knocking the foreigner unconscious. He then worked with his men to drag the man out of the sports car.

“Come on.”

Several people quickly stuffed the foreigner into a van, hurriedly closed the door, and drove away.

Kidnapping a foreigner in the street in a troubled area would undoubtedly cause a sensation in the whole of Hong Kong.

Under pressure, the police force will certainly be frantically looking for someone, but with Lao Zhong’s current strength, if he kills the foreign bureaucrats openly, he will be afraid of getting into trouble and the loss will outweigh the gain.

But if we can deal with a foreign boss, it will be a good opportunity for the entire business community in Hong Kong to see clearly!
Play tricks?
Play until you die!

“Wow.”

A basin of cold water was poured down, and Fred shivered all over and opened his eyes in horror. Amid the friction of flint, a flame lit up, lighting up the dim room.

Yin Zhaotang was wearing a black suit, with his legs crossed, leather shoes and tie, leaning sideways on a wooden square chair, sipping a cigar, and using the light from a lighter, he slightly raised his eyelids and glanced away with contempt.

Fred looked around the room. Rows of candles illuminated the bare-chested, red-turbaned brothers.

I saw some people sharpening steel knives, some sharpening iron combs, all of them with murderous looks on their faces, staring at us with eager eyes.

The sounds of dogs barking, knife sharpening, and sneering were heard in my ears, coming from near and far, just like hell.

Ah Le clasped his hands together, bowed and said, “Bing Longtou, the foreign bandits are here, the torture instruments are ready, shall we proceed with the execution?”

Yin Zhaotang straightened his back, leaned back in his chair, his face stern, and exhaled white mist.

“torture!”

In the Hongmen, in addition to three cuts and six holes, and beheading with a random knife, there are also skinning, beheading, quartering, the five punishments, lingchi, hanging, boiling, castration, foot amputation, piercing with needles, burying alive, poisoning, bludgeoning, sawing, breaking vertebrae, pouring lead, playing the pipa, pulling out the intestines, riding a wooden donkey, and the eighteen major tortures.

The former was applied to the family, and the latter was only applied to the Qing Dynasty, the foreign pirates, to expel the Tartars, and restore China. The 18 tortures imitated the Qing Dynasty, which is exactly “give them a taste of their own medicine”.

Of course, some torture techniques require extremely high standards, or special tools, or the skills may have been lost, but perhaps they are still available at the Hongmen headquarters in San Francisco.

But simply hiding the torture instruments in Hong Kong would be tantamount to keeping evidence of their crimes. At the moment, they can only improvise and come up with two torture methods: “skinning” and “body washing”.

The skinning was to peel off the skin, while the body washing was to use a brush with iron needles to brush off the flesh over and over again. The two punishments were not carried out one after the other, but were aimed at a certain part, first the skinning, then the body washing, and they took turns to serve.

To ensure that the foreign pirates are still alive, enjoy more.

How many inches of skin you can collect and how many times you can wash your body depends on the skills of the brothers and the body of the foreigner.

Niu Qiang picked up the knife, grabbed the foreigner’s arm, and began to peel the skin inch by inch.

“what.”

Heart-wrenching screams echoed in the dark room. The smell of blood grew stronger, filling the nose. The blood seemed to turn into dust and mixed in the air.

Because his brothers were helping him, he personally supervised the scene and watched the execution. When he saw the overly bloody scene, he closed his eyes slightly, his stomach felt nauseous, and he swallowed it forcefully.

No matter how intense the physical pain is, I grit my teeth and hold on.

The higher you climb in this world, the more cruel it becomes. Human society has always been an animal society, where life and death are always at stake, with fights and bloodshed.

Only sheep can live carefree in the sheepfold.

A real man should get used to fighting, get used to fighting, and be the ruthless one!
Yin Zhaotang’s face hidden in the darkness gradually became more ferocious. When he exhaled the cigar, there was a hint of relief between his brows.

Xu Gangzheng appeared behind him without knowing when, handed over the mobile phone in his hand, and said, “Mr. Yin, there is a call.”

Although his personality makes it difficult for him to accept the death penalty, but as a follower of his boss, there are some things he can choose not to do, but he cannot persuade his boss not to do them.

Yin Zhaotang picked up the phone and immediately heard Li Zhibin roaring, “Ah Tang, are you crazy? You even dared to kidnap a foreign boss.”

Yin Zhaotang stood up, walked to the window, breathed in the fresh air, and chuckled, “Mr. Li, don’t you tell me any evidence when Organized Crime does something?”

Lai Chi-bin hid in his office, gritting his teeth and saying, “In Hong Kong Island, it is a tacit understanding and a rule not to touch foreigners!”

Yin Zhaotang held the cigar in his hand, looked at the cigarette butt, and laughed contemptuously, “This is your tacit understanding, not mine.”

“Today, I am here to rewrite the rules of the martial arts world!”

Li Zhibin said angrily: “Hand him over!”

“Fred is the owner of the Jockey Club. If you kill him, the entire Jockey Club will regard you as a thorn in their side. Do you still want to stay in the business world?”

Yin Zhaotang nodded slowly: “Okay, I’ll hand him over.”

He hung up the phone casually, his eyes flashing with a fierce light: “Bring the meat grinder, we will return the whole bag to the foreigners, let the directors of the Jockey Club see it.”

“Fuck him, who is more cruel!”

By this time, Fred had already fainted and was almost dead, so the brothers who were going to execute him immediately stopped and began to prepare.

It is impossible for Lao Zhong to get rid of a police commissioner with his strength, unless he cooperates with the mainland and has stronger military support.

But it’s just a Jewish capital subsidiary, and the company can just get rid of one and appoint another one to be the head of the Asia-Pacific region.

They are all managers and foreign bosses. It doesn’t involve politics, so are you afraid that there will be no one to choose?
Such people dare to harm Lao Zhong for the sake of the company’s business. It is obvious that the Chinese in Hong Kong have been keeping their heads down for too long, causing the foreigners to forget that for thousands of years, the Chinese have been the most ruthless nation in the world.

At noon that day, a sack of goods covered in mud was dumped in front of the PolyGram company’s door at Star House in Tsim Sha Tsui East.

Zheng Donghan, Guan Weilin and others received the news and rushed to the scene. Before they even saw the goods, they were so shocked by the smell that they bent over and vomited.

While the CID was on their way, an old loyal brother who took the blame had already surrendered at the Tsim Sha Tsui East Police Station.

“I did it!”

(End of this chapter)