Hong Kong variety show: My Boss, Thirteen Sister

Jiang Lai also considered informing the Crown Prince.

but........

"Sister, this is an opportunity, a rare opportunity!" Jiang Lai said with some emotion.

"Hmm?" Thirteen Sister's eyes narrowed as she listened to Jiang Lai's words, pondering their meaning.

"Tsim Sha Tsui, Causeway Bay, Mong Kok, Jordan, Tsuen Wan!"

Jiang Lai lowered his head and murmured, saying place names.

Before Thirteen Sister could speak, Jiang Lai changed the subject and asked, "Sister Sister, how about leaving Jordan in your hands?"

"Jordan?" Thirteen Sister was puzzled at first, then realized, "You mean?"

Jiang Lai nodded slightly: "Now that all of Wo Shing's men have gathered in Tsim Sha Tsui, Jordan and Tsuen Wan are currently lacking in manpower."

Actually, when Jordan was mentioned, Thirteen Sister already knew what Jiang Lai wanted to do.

Jiang Lai wanted to take advantage of the opportunity presented by Wo Luen Shing's attack on Tsim Sha Tsui to seize the territory in Tsuen Wan and Jordan.

"But Tsim Sha Tsui?" Thirteen Sister asked with some concern.

"Let's see what fate has in store. If the Crown Prince survives, Tsim Sha Tsui will still be his. If..." Jiang Lai put down his wine glass, leaned back in his chair, shrugged, and began to speak casually, but then trailed off.

"Jiang Zai, wouldn't this be...?" Thirteen Sister wanted to say that this might not be very ethical, and that Jiang Lai's ambitions were too great, which made her somewhat worried.

“Sister, life in this world is like rowing against the current. If you don’t move forward, you fall behind, and if you fall behind, you might be crushed to pieces!” Jiang Lai looked directly at Thirteen Sister with a frank gaze.

Thirteen Sister pursed her lips and looked at Jiang Lai with a complicated expression.

"I've already arranged for Li Hua and his men to take action in Tsuen Wan, and I've also arranged the manpower in Causeway Bay. Now, only Jordan is left," Jiang Lai said, looking at Thirteen Sister.

Thirteen Sister also has over a thousand men under her command, so taking over a weak Jordan shouldn't be a problem.

Under Jiang Lai's gaze, Thirteen Sister nodded with a complicated expression. She knew that Jiang Lai was thinking of her. Jordan was right next to Mong Kok, and Thirteen Sister's men could enter Jordan quickly.

As night deepens, the crowds on the streets gradually thin out, with only nightclubs and bars remaining brightly lit and bustling.

On the streets of Tsim Sha Tsui, a large contingent of the Wo Shing triad gathered. The brightly lit streets, however, were rife with undercurrents and lurking dangers.

Ah Lok and Big D sat in the car, each holding a cigar. They glanced at each other and smiled.

The narrow, dilapidated alleyways, the dark streets, and the flickering lights exuded a strange sense of oppression.

Big Head, Dongguan Boy, Master Su, Airplane, Long Hair, Fire Bull, and others quietly appeared from various dark corners.

There was tension in the air.

Behind each of them followed a large group of Wo Luen Shing members, dressed in different clothes and carrying blades and sticks, rushing menacingly towards the streets of Tsim Sha Tsui.

People walking on the street scattered when they saw Wo Luen Shing's men.

Some quickened their pace, while others lowered their heads and remained silent, trying to avoid meeting the gaze of these dangerous individuals, and all took detours.

There were also some small vendors on the street. When they saw the large number of gangsters on the street, they packed up their stalls or pulled down their curtains, for fear that the fight between the gangsters would affect them.

A strange tacit understanding formed between the people and passersby of Wo Luen Shing; as one side strode forward, the other side dodged and avoided them.

Chapter 115 The Battle of Tsim Sha Tsui

Prince has been operating in Tsim Sha Tsui for many years and wields considerable influence there.

He had already received the news when the Wo Shing Wo people appeared and immediately gathered his men.

At the intersection of Salisbury Road under the cover of night.

The prince stood on the street, wearing a white T-shirt, with a white cloth wrapped around the machete in his hand, his eyes filled with solemnity and vigilance.

Behind him were also thousands of men, armed with knives, clubs and other weapons, following closely behind the prince, ready for battle.

The convergence of the two groups made the already dim night sky appear even more overcast.

Jiang Lai and Thirteen Sister stood on a high point in the hotel and looked down.

Both sides were packed with people, but the Wo Shing Wo group was clearly larger.

dong dong!

Ah Le knocked on the car window, and a henchman next to him immediately bent down and craned his neck, waiting for instructions.

"Get things done!" Ah Le said calmly, and then the car window slowly rolled up.

The younger brother nodded.

"kill!"

At Ah Lok's command, the Wo Luen Shing forces surged toward Hung Hing Prince's troops like a tidal wave.

"Kick them to death!"

When the Crown Prince saw that the Wo Luen Shing forces had started fighting, he roared loudly.

Instantly, shouts of battle shook the heavens, shattering the tranquility of the night. The two forces clashed in an instant, with the sounds of fighting and shouting rising and falling.

The two sides were numerous, and the scene was chaotic. The sounds of fighting and shouting rose and fell, and the streets of Tsim Sha Tsui instantly turned into a battlefield.

Unlike Ah Lok and Big D, who remained calm and collected.

The Crown Prince led the charge, charging at the forefront. His sharp blade flashed, forcing the Wo Luen Shing's forces to retreat step by step. His henchmen behind him also surged forward with unstoppable momentum, and for a time, the Wo Luen Shing's vanguard was completely suppressed.

Under the cover of night, the glint of the blades reflected a chilling light from the streetlights on both sides of the road.

Two groups of people clashed wildly with clubs, their figures crisscrossing, and people were constantly being slashed down in pools of blood, their fates unknown.

The prince also demonstrated his strength, wielding a machete and nimbly weaving through the crowd. With each swing of his machete, a member of the Wo Luen Shing fell to the ground, his movements agile and powerful, like a war god.

The streets of Tsim Sha Tsui were gradually filled with the stench of blood. A massive melee involving thousands of people, with flashing blades and splattering blood, was a truly terrifying spectacle.

Although the prince was brave, the Wo Luen Shing's forces were like a flood, surging in endlessly.

In the chaos of battle, the prince cut down a member of the Wo Luen Shing Society with a single blow. Just as he was about to continue his charge, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly turned and dodged, only to see a sharp blade slash past him, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow.

Having narrowly escaped death, the prince gasped for breath and coldly stared at the man who had just struck him. With a backhand slash, he brought his sword down directly on the man's face.

"what!"

With a single stroke of the prince's blade, the Wo Luen Shing underling immediately clutched his face and collapsed to the ground, howling in agony. Blood quickly blurred his cheeks, making him look like a demon from hell.

The battle intensified, and although the Wo Luen Shing forces continued to fall, the Crown Prince's side also suffered increasing casualties.

As time went by, Wo Luen Shing gradually gained the upper hand because they had more men than the Crown Prince.

boom!

"Young Master!"

The prince gradually lost his strength and was struck on the back by one of the henchmen of Wo Luen Shing, knocking him to the ground.

When Ah Hua, who was by the Crown Prince's side, saw the Crown Prince fall to the ground, he cried out in alarm. He forcefully slashed through the people in front of him, rushed to the Crown Prince's side, grabbed the Crown Prince's arm, and tried to help him up.

Seeing that the situation was not good, many of the blue lanterns on the Crown Prince's side also fled.

In a short time, the Crown Prince's army suffered a crushing defeat, with only a small number of core members remaining to put up a desperate resistance.

"Jiang Zai!" Thirteen Sister and Jiang Lai were standing side by side upstairs. When they saw the prince fall to the ground, Thirteen Sister couldn't help but tug at Jiang Lai's sleeve and exclaimed in surprise.

Jiang Lai didn't speak, but stared intently at what was below.

The Crown Prince's defeat is inevitable.

Under Thirteen Sister's watchful gaze, Jiang Lai took out his phone, and Li Hua's voice came from the other end: "Mr. Jiang!"

"Let's do it!" Jiang Lai said calmly.

On the other end of the phone, Li Hua nodded upon hearing Jiang Lai's instructions and led his men into Tsuen Wan.

Li Hua's side didn't have many people, but they were basically all people given to Jiang by the system: five hundred professional soldiers who graduated from the Hunter School, plus three hundred security personnel, totaling eight hundred people, marching in a mighty force towards Big D's territory.

Li Hua led his men directly to Da D's teahouse, nightclub, bar, billiard hall, and other places.

Because Big D sent most of his men to Tsim Sha Tsui, there weren't many people left to watch the place, and Jiang's men were quickly defeated.

Although Li Hua's side only had eight hundred people, their fighting power was unmatched by ordinary gangsters; each of them was capable of taking on ten opponents at once.

"Haonan!" Jiang Lai called again after instructing Li Hua.

"Brother Lai!" Chen Haonan's eyes gleamed as he received Jiang Lai's call. He was already poised to act and was just waiting for Jiang Lai's instructions.

"Causeway Bay is now in your hands!"

"Don't worry, Brother Lai!"

There are many triads in Causeway Bay, making it a mixed bag. To be on the safe side, Jiang Lai has arranged for more people to be stationed there.

Jiang Lai arranged for Chen Haonan to have 700 men, Dongdong and Awei to have 500 men each, Wuying to have 300 men, and Shanji to have 200 men, totaling more than 2,000 men. He also sent powerful figures like Feng Yuxiu and Xiahou Wu to lead the teams.

Unlike Tsuen Wan, the plan is to completely clear out the Causeway Bay area.

In an instant, Jiang Lai's men appeared in large numbers on streets such as Tang Lung Street, Russell Street, Pak Sha Road, and Lan Fong Road in Causeway Bay, sweeping through all places with lightning speed, including hotels, gambling dens, nightclubs, and other establishments.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang looked at Thirteen Sister: "Sister Sister!"

Thirteen Sister looked at Jiang Lai and nodded with a complicated expression.

Then, Thirteen Sister took out her phone and called Fat Rong.

Under Sister Thirteen's arrangement, her men from Mong Kok also began to enter Jordan.

The situation in Jordan was similar to that in Tsuen Wan, or even easier, because Lok, in order to show off, sent almost all of his men. Thirteen Sister's men stormed into Jordan without much effort.

Back in Tsim Sha Tsui.

The battle downstairs was becoming increasingly unfavorable for the Crown Prince. His troops were gradually scattered, and he himself was wounded in several places. The situation was extremely critical.

Ah Lok assembled the entire Wo Luen Shing team to attack Tsim Sha Tsui with overwhelming force, and naturally could not afford to lose.

Seeing that the situation was gradually stabilizing, Ah Lok and Big D slowly got out of the car.

Ah Le calmly walked through the crowd and came to the Crown Prince.

Big D followed behind Ah Le, his expression somewhat complicated, his thoughts unreadable.

The prince was filled with rage. He gripped the hilt of his knife tightly and looked at Ah Le and Da D with a chilling murderous intent in his eyes. However, he was too weak to do anything else and could only gasp for breath.

The prince's men were either wounded or fled, leaving very few remaining.