Hong Kong variety show: Starting from helping Mr. Fok run ships

Chapter 2: I'm out here for business, not for fighting!

Everyone looked in the direction where the scoundrel had fallen into the water. The sea, which had been slightly rippled, was now calm, with only a few bubbles rising to the surface and then drifting away with the wind.

"Give this to Boss Huo and apologize to him."

Zhang Guohao handed the ten yuan he had casually taken from that scoundrel to Huo Laoban's men on the boat, still looking completely calm and unconcerned about the scoundrel's fate.

"Uh, okay."

Huo's subordinate, who had been watching from beginning to end, paused for a moment before taking the ten yuan and going into the cabin to find Huo.

Zhang Guohao calmly returned to where he had been standing, picked up a nail, stood it upside down on the deck, then picked up a wooden stick and hammered it down, driving the nail in exactly two-thirds of the way, leaving one-third as a spike.

In no time, a simple spiked club was made. The spiked club had twenty or thirty irregularly arranged iron spikes and spikes, ensuring that one blow could tear off a large chunk of flesh.

After what had just happened, the ship remained quiet, with only the sound of the engine echoing on the sea.

"Da da da da".

In the darkness, even the slightest sound was so noticeable.

With the rhythmic engine noise and nothing particularly happening, the people on the ship, one by one, started to feel sleepy. Their eyelids began to droop, and they found places to sit, leaning against the ship's railings or something, and began to doze off.

Zhang Guohao also sat down, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. Perhaps it was because he was a night owl before he transmigrated, and the darker it was, the more energetic he became.

About an hour later, Zhang Guohao suddenly stood up and looked westward.

"What's wrong?"

Mr. Huo walked up to Zhang Guohao and asked.

During this period, although he stayed up late every day and had to deal with various goods during the day, Mr. Huo's eye sockets became sunken, but he still looked to be in good spirits.

Otherwise, how could they have grown so big and powerful? Only extraordinary people can accomplish extraordinary things.

"Mr. Huo, there's a boat."

Zhang Guohao pointed to several black dots in the distance and said.

"Damn it, these bastards are like ghosts that won't leave you alone!"

Mr. Huo grabbed a wrench and banged it against the gunwale.

"Get the hell up! Those bastards are coming, take them down!"

"Stop sleeping! I gave you money so you could sleep on the boat! Don't treat it like a cradle!"

"Grab your weapon! Are you still half asleep? The weapon's on the right!"

From the moment Zhang Guohao met Mr. Huo, he felt that this man was somewhat refined. Who knew that when things really got into trouble, he would be such a volatile person.

That's true. How could someone who can fight against the storms and waves at sea be a good-tempered person? When doing things on a ship, you have to be loud, otherwise you won't be able to hear anything when a wave comes.

Mr. Huo's original men were already used to this scene, and they picked up their weapons and stared at those few black dots.

Those who were just recruited onto the ship today, one by one, haven't quite figured out their situation yet, and they stood up looking completely bewildered.

"Aren't we going to run into the marine police?"

"Are you still half asleep? It's the middle of the night. Those foreigners aren't that dedicated, patrolling at this hour."

"Who are they? Firefighters?"

"What's there to be afraid of in a fire? We're no different; it's probably just some thugs from the number gang!"

These newcomers were all considered江湖人士 (jianghu figures, people from the underworld), and had heard some rumors about the Number Gang and Mr. Huo.

Mr. Huo sent supplies to the mainland, especially life-saving medicines. The island troops there certainly couldn't stand idly by.

Don't tell me these things are life-saving. If the Boom Beach crew cared about human lives, they wouldn't have become the Boom Beach crew. Their evil is pure and unadulterated. They're willing to do anything to make the mainland unhappy, even if there's no benefit in it.

As henchmen trained by the island's elite troops, these members of the Number Gang naturally charged ahead, acting as their masters' vicious dogs.

It's only because the foreign marine police are still out in the open that they're keeping order; otherwise, the gang members would probably have pulled out machine guns and started shooting.

"Increase speed!"

Boss Huo shouted towards the cabin, his eyes fixed on the growing black dots.

Boss Huo owns four ships. Every time he goes out, it's a life-or-death ordeal. Currently, one of his ships is under repair because it was badly damaged.

In an instant, the ship's speed increased, and everyone's breathing became much heavier as they stared intently at the few black dots opposite them.

There are boats ahead too.

Zhang Guohao's ears twitched, and he turned to look straight ahead, where several black dots were gradually growing larger.

"Damn it, turn around, get around them!"

Seeing this, Boss Huo cursed again, but instead of confronting him head-on, he turned and fled.

Boss Huo came here to do business, not to fight. The most important thing is to deliver the goods, not to get into a fight with these thugs.

With a loud "thud!", Zhang Guohao looked in the direction of the sound and saw a fist-sized stone thrown from the opposite boat.

As the first stone came crashing down, a barrage of stones followed, including two old-fashioned arrows, though most of them landed in the water.

"No, what year is this?"

Zhang Guohao crouched down, hiding behind the gunwale of the ship. Looking at the arrow that had just been shot next to him, he felt that this was not the 1950s, but more like he had returned to ancient times. This thing was really down-to-earth.

"Although the foreigners do inhuman things, with them around, these bastards won't dare to use firearms. Anyway, if we run fast enough, they won't be able to catch up. One or two stones are nothing."

Boss Huo had been standing next to Zhang Guohao, and he didn't dare to move now.

On the sea, with the ship moving so fast, the few people on the other side could only throw a handful of stones and arrows onto the ship, hardly enough to hurt anyone.

"We dare not turn on the lights, but they are so bold."

Zhang Guohao picked up the stone that had just fallen onto the boat, glanced at it, and threw it at the boat that was chasing him the hardest.

"Snapped!"

The ship that was chasing the most relentlessly had a large light on its roof blown off by Zhang Guohao with a single rock!

"Impressive!" Boss Huo, watching from the side, was stunned. From so far away, still at sea, they had managed to blow up the headlights on the other side in one go.

With his accuracy and strength, Boss Huo is growing to like this young man more and more. He's handsome and strong, a rare find indeed.

"Quick, see if there are any more stones, bring them all over."

Boss Huo turned around and shouted to the people behind him.

Soon, another seven or eight stones were delivered.

Zhang Guohao didn't hesitate either, picking up stones and smashing them. He was quite accurate, smashing seven or eight stones to pieces, and also destroying the headlights on the opposite boat.

At this, a chorus of curses erupted from the boats behind. These lights were something they had gone to great lengths to obtain specifically to capture Boss Huo's boat, and now, in such a short time, they were all destroyed.