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Chapter 240 What are they planning to do?
The neon lights on Portland Street shone brightly, illuminating the road with a dazzling array of colors, giving it a somewhat magical feel.

And so it was; the two groups of men, Tung Sing and Wo Lien Sing, were clearly visible on the street. Their fierce and menacing appearances sent shivers down one's spine.

As the saying goes, "A thousand people can pave the ground and stretch to the sky."

At this moment, two streams of people stretched out for hundreds of meters along Portland Street, creating a truly astonishing sight.

Through the binoculars, it was clear that the thugs on both sides were all holding watermelon knives or steel pipes, and their bodies were decorated with dragons and phoenixes, making them look extremely arrogant.

As for why there aren't many baseball bats, those things are expensive; ordinary gangsters might not have the money to buy them.

The two groups stopped about ten meters apart and started exchanging barbs.

The sudden silence meant that even the occasional shouts and curses could be faintly heard by Wu Feng, who was over a hundred meters away.

From the scattered words, it can be inferred that Lung Kin, the Mong Kok branch leader of Wo Lin Shing, is angrily denouncing Tung Sing for disregarding the rules of the underworld and causing trouble for Wo Lin Shing for no reason.

Dongxing Jinmaohu was not to be outdone and retorted that Longgen was ungrateful and that he had no chance of taking all the benefits for himself.

Then, the core members on both sides joined in the commotion, cursing and making a ruckus.

Through the telescope, the two groups grew increasingly agitated and soon began to fight.

In an instant, swords flashed and clubs flew, accompanied by shouts and cries of agony.

At the same time, the shouts and yells were quite loud. An unsuspecting person might think everyone was fighting, but in reality, only the hundred or so thugs at the front were actually carrying out the attack.

These guys are the real elites of the gang!

Each of them was highly skilled in street fighting, wielding watermelon knives and steel pipes specifically to target their opponents' vulnerable spots, resulting in injuries or even broken bones.

Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, Wu Feng, through his binoculars, clearly saw He Liansheng's Tsuen Wan Big D, wielding a long-handled machete and overwhelming Tung Sing's Golden Tiger.

Dongxing Cola wanted to provide support, but was entangled by the undefeated Koi Fish Head Mark.

Fish Head Brand specializes in selling pills, and among the gang of red-hats like He Liansheng, he is one of the best. Dongxing Cola can only be considered his equal.

Clearly, as a top-tier triad in Hong Kong, Wo Luen Shing's strength and foundation are unmatched by ordinary triads.

At least in terms of the quantity and quality of their gangsters, they were not much worse than Tung Sing.

Wait, what did he see?
Guan Zisen was locked in a fierce battle with a familiar figure, and they were evenly matched.

Oh, it's my cousin Huang Wengang!
Judging from the fact that my cousin was able to fight Guan Zisen to a standstill, it is clear that he did not slack off in his training and improvement after parting ways with Wu Feng. Otherwise, how could he have such strong strength?
When my cousin first met Guan Zai Sen, he couldn't even withstand ten of Guan Zai Sen's moves!
If Wu Feng hadn't intimidated Guan Zisen with his military martial arts skills, he probably would have been finished that time.

Neither Dongxing Benshu nor He Liansheng Longgen made a move; the atmosphere was tense and anxious.

In a short time, more than a dozen thugs fell into pools of blood, groaning in pain.

The remaining seven or eight hundred men were mostly blue lanterns, only responsible for waving flags and shouting to make up the numbers.

Judging from the current situation, it is clear that neither Dongxing nor He Liansheng intends to escalate the matter further, otherwise the intensity of the current fight would not be so low.

"Hey, this is fucking boring!"

Liang Kun put down his binoculars and said irritably, "I thought Tung Sing and Wo Lin Shing were going to have a big fight this time, but I didn't expect this little bit of noise?"

"It would be much more satisfying to find a boxing gym and take on each of them one-on-one!"

"Damn, if we really did it your way, it would cost tens of millions in one night!"

Wu Feng, holding the binoculars, watched with great interest, his mouth never stopping: "Which gang can afford such a huge expenditure?"

“Yeah, everything costs money these days!” Handsome Kun chuckled wickedly. “Even horse riding is something most gangs can’t afford anymore!”

"So what if you're rich? Show it off!"

Wu Feng said dismissively, "Otherwise, why would those top tycoons be so powerful that they can use Hong Kong's triads like chamber pots?"

"Damn, if I didn't know you were a gang leader, I would have thought you were insulting me!"

Liang Kun rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Forget it, this whole show-off thing is a joke. Let's just leave now, it's no fun at all!"

"Heh, Brother Kun, you think you can leave so easily?"

Wu Feng smiled mysteriously, put down his binoculars, and spoke leisurely.

Before Liang Kun could reply, the mobile phone in the hand of his trusted henchman rang.

Liang Kun was speechless. He gestured to his trusted underling to answer the phone and ask who was on the other end.

"Boss, it's from Longgen, who's on a winning streak!"

Soon, his trusted subordinate pressed the microphone and reported in a low voice.

"Damn, how did this guy know I was nearby?"

Liang Kun was a little annoyed; he didn't want to get involved in this matter.

"Brother Kun, as the head of the Mong Kok branch of Hung Hing, how could you not be nearby?"

Wu Feng chuckled and said, "Besides, we have so many men under our command; we can't hide it from them!"

"Hey, I'm Hung Hing's Handsome Kun, Lung Gen. You and Lin Sheng are such good friends, what? You want me to step in and act as a peacemaker? You want me to do things, but you'll get something in return!"

By the time he hung up the phone, almost ten minutes had passed.

"How was the conversation?"

Wu Feng asked curiously, "Will Dongxing give you face, Brother Kun?"

"Hmph, I've already agreed. Who told Longgen to be so agreeable!"

"As for those guys from Tung Sing, they have no choice but to give us face!" Liang Kun said smugly.

As he spoke, he looked at Wu Feng with a smile and said, "I'll need your help, kid!"

"no problem!"

Wu Feng readily agreed, chuckling, "Once this is all over, Brother Kun will treat the brothers to a late-night snack!"

After saying that, he immediately made several phone calls.

Then, a shocking scene unfolded for the many gang leaders who had been observing the spectacle of the martial arts world.

A massive convoy of dozens of minibuses and hundreds of vans blocked the entrance to Portland Street, and then more than two thousand Hung Hing thugs arrived like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

With the help of the thousands of thugs already on Portland Street, they blocked the more than 2,000 horse racing riders from Tung Sing and Wo Lin Sheng on Portland Street.

This time, not only the members of Tung Sing and Wo Lien Shing who were showing off their horses, but even the police who were watching from the sidelines couldn't sit still. What did Hung Hing mean by this?
Those who don't know the situation might think that Hung Hing was trying to take advantage of the chaos and carry out a complete crackdown on Tung Sing and Wo Lin Shing's forces in Mong Kok.

Now, both Liang Kun's and Wu Feng's bosses became incredibly busy.

The first to call were actually friends from the police station, who wanted to know what Liang Kun and Wu Feng were up to.
(End of this chapter)