Chapter 438
In the past, Datuk generally referred to the top chief executive of a province or a state in Malaysia, which was equivalent to the governor in the United States.
The difference is that Datuk Malaysia has the power to mobilize any civil or administrative officials within a province, and even has the power to mobilize the military under his jurisdiction.
It can be said that he is a figure who stands at the top of the pyramid of national power and is extremely powerful.
But these are all things of the past. Now in Malaysia, as long as you have money and know a few high-level officials in the government, the title of Dato can be bought with money.
On the surface, it is claimed that only those who have made outstanding contributions in the fields of society, economy, culture, science and technology can receive this honor, but even a high-profile gang leader like Mo Hai can have the title of Dato. You can already imagine this. What has the title become?
Not even as good as the [Justice of the Peace] on Hong Kong Island.
The amber XO liquor slowly poured out from the mouth of the bottle, washing away the blood on Zheng Jirong's hands.
He took the handkerchief handed to him, wiped it clean casually, and then threw the handkerchief directly on Mo Hai's face.
Huaji Longtou, who had spoken forcefully just a few minutes ago, was now like an old dog whose spine had been removed, kneeling in front of him and trembling.
Looking around, almost all the bosses of the various factions in Huaji fell in a pool of blood with their heads separated, especially Kao Biao and Yuan Gui who had made arrogant remarks before. Not only were their heads moved, but their limbs were also scattered on the ground.
The originally brown camel hair carpet had been dyed brown-red by the blood of these dozen people, and the entire private room was filled with the pungent smell of blood.
The luxurious VIP lounge is like purgatory on earth at this time.
After waving to the side and lighting a cigarette in his younger brother's hand, Zheng Jirong pulled up a chair and sat in front of Mo Hai.
"Aren't you awesome anymore?"
Hearing his voice, Mo Hai suppressed the fear in his heart, trembling and shaking his head wildly.
Just now, this man with gentle eyes just a moment ago pulled out a butcher's knife from somewhere, and then without saying hello, he cut people on sight. The people in Huaji didn't even have time to pull out their guns, and their arms were I don’t know where it flew.
And not only did this guy chop off their arms, but he also cut off the heads of these people in front of him. The scene was like a dozen fountains suddenly appearing in the private room, and there were all the fountains on the ceiling. It was all sprayed with blood, extremely bloody!
You must know that the position of Mo Hai, the leader, was passed down from his father. He has never killed a chicken, not to mention fighting and killing. He has never seen such a scene!
He knelt curled up in front of the man. At this time, his head was pressed tightly against the carpet, and he did not dare to take a breath.
At this time, Zheng Jirong raised his hand and pressed it on his neck, moved it a little, and let out a sigh of relief.
The uneasiness in his heart has been lingering on him for the past few days, causing him to feel inexplicable pressure. Today he finally got the chance to vent it out.
Of course, it may also be because he has been exposed to these dark sides for too long. Unknowingly, Zheng Jirong's anger has become much more violent than before.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a pity in his heart. In the future, there will be fewer and fewer idiots like Hua Ji, and it will be difficult to find a place to vent.
Speaking of which, with his power in Asia, he could set up his own hunting ground or human skin inn on a small island like the directors of the High Table.
But who are those guys and what is his identity?
If he dares to do this in Hong Kong Island, he will be the first to die after returning.
Shaking his head, Zheng Jirong stopped thinking about these things and looked up at Mo Hai, who did not dare to look up at him. He said calmly: "Generally speaking, I always adhere to the concept of eliminating evil and doing everything possible, especially someone like you. This kind of club talker, no one who has ever provoked me has survived."
Hearing this, Mo Hai quickly raised his head and begged for mercy: "It's not me, Mr. Zheng, it's Kao Biao and the others. These Malays are naturally aggressive. When they first came to Hong Kong Island, they said they would give you a show of strength. Speaking of which, I will tell you They are all ZG people with good roots! My grandfather even donated a lot of money to the mainland to fight the Japanese. We are our own people!"
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"As the leader of Huaji, it is your biggest sin to fail to manage your subordinates."
Then, Zheng Jirong's eyes swept across the corpses lying on the floor in the private room, with a sarcastic smile on his lips, he shook his head and said: "But you are really stupid enough, just to discuss a 200 million business deal with me. I’ve brought all the leaders of the entire society here, are you sure I won’t take action?”
After Mo Hai hesitated for a moment, he finally said: "Recently, there are rumors in the world, Mr. Zheng, that you have completely cleansed yourself and are no longer willing to interfere in the affairs of the community. Even the big and small matters with Liansheng have been handled by King Yi of Hell. That’s why we came to discuss business with you as businessmen this time, and we thought you didn’t know how to do it.”
"Haha", Zheng Jirong sneered when he heard this: "I just put down the fire, but I didn't put out the stove."
He then raised Mo Hai's head with his feet and said in a cold tone: "Go back and tell you gangs in Southeast Asia that as long as they keep their peace, I won't bother to go to those ghost places to look for you. But if someone dares to act recklessly on Hong Kong Island, I will I will send someone to solve it myself.”
After hearing what he said, Mo Hai nodded heavily with great joy, "Understood! I'll go back now and leave immediately!"
"Don't worry."
A gentle smile appeared on Zheng Jirong's lips, and he pulled him up from the ground, "The betting game has already started. It's not too late to leave after watching."
"Speaking of which, I heard that your business in Malaysia is quite big. Palm oil and rubber are exported to many countries. It just so happens that I also have an import and export company that can do long-distance trade. We can cooperate. Let’s make a fortune together.”
The expression on Mo Hai's face, who was still looking like he was surviving the disaster, suddenly froze. He still couldn't understand what the man opposite him meant. This guy not only killed many of their leaders in Huaji, but also wanted to further control their business. .
With Zhen Guanxi's style of doing things, within a few years all their Huaji business would be in his hands.
Glancing at the dozen headless corpses beside him, Mo Hai sighed in his heart, but a smile appeared on his face: "I'm sure, I've heard of Huasheng Company's name in Malaysia, and this time there's Zheng Mr. leads the way, it’s not too late for me to be happy.”
"Hahaha, I love hearing this." Zheng Jirong patted his shoulder and led him towards the door. "If you want to get rich, following me will only make you richer."
"Of course."
When the two were about to walk out of the private room, Mo Hai suddenly stopped, turned back and pointed at the corpses on the ground, and asked cautiously: "So many people died, so we just left like this, doesn't it matter?"
Zheng Jirong smiled and shook his head, "Don't worry, this is Hong Kong Island."