Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Upstairs, the scene had turned into a carnage, while downstairs, the music from the dance hall was still blaring deafeningly.

Men and women swayed and twisted on the dance floor, completely unaware of what was happening above them.

Until a waiter discovered hell on the second floor.

"Aaaaaah!!! Someone's dead!!"

Screams pierced the entire dance hall.

The lights came on, and the music stopped.

Curious onlookers rushed to the second floor, only to be met with screams of terror.

The scene was chaotic.

The waiter at the nightclub turned pale and picked up the phone to call the police with trembling hands.

The police car arrived in less than ten minutes.

The police cordoned off the scene, and no one in the nightclub was allowed to leave; they questioned everyone one by one.

"Who's the boss?"

A senior inspector walked in, his gaze sweeping over the guests and waiters huddled in the corner.

No one answered.

He frowned and asked again, "Who's the boss?"

A waiter timidly pointed upstairs: "The boss... the boss is lying upstairs too..."

The inspector glanced up at the stairs; blood was still flowing down. He led two officers up and pushed open the office door.

The horrific scene inside made even someone as accustomed to seeing dead bodies gasp in horror.

Forty or fifty corpses lay scattered about, blood soaking the carpet, and bloodstains splattered everywhere on the walls, tables, and ceiling.

"This..." A young police officer covered his mouth, almost vomiting.

The inspector crouched down and examined the wounds carefully.

The cut was clean and sharp, a single, fatal blow, as if made by a sharp weapon like an axe.

He stood up, looked around, and his gaze fell on the axe mark embedded in the door frame on the wall.

After a long silence, he ordered the body to be carried away.

"check!"

The inspector said to the officers waiting downstairs, "Have any Tung Sing or Hung Hing members been around here tonight? Also, check Crow and Smiling Tiger's whereabouts tonight."

This is, after all, the territory of the smiling tiger.

The officer accepted the order and left.

The inspector stood in the center of the dance floor, watching the corpses being carried out, his brow furrowed.

The news spread very quickly.

By the afternoon, both the legitimate and criminal underworld in Hong Kong were in an uproar.

The bodies of Crow and Smiling Tiger were found in the abandoned factory area; all twenty-odd people were dead.

The crows' nest was raided.

The Smiling Tiger's dance hall was also raided, and Bi Yuntao and his sister, along with thirty or forty of his underlings, were all killed.

The police concluded it was a gang fight.

After all, it's normal for someone from Tung Sing to retaliate against someone from Hung Hing for chasing and attacking Chan Ho-nam in broad daylight.

The prevailing opinion in the underworld is similar.

The name Chan Ho-nam spread throughout Hong Kong overnight.

Who doesn't know that Crow is one of the Five Tigers of Tung Sing, and Smiling Tiger is also a notorious ruthless character in Tung Sing?

Two big shots were wiped out overnight. How big of a move is that?

The Wo Luen Shing triad was drinking tea, the 14K triad was playing cards, and all sorts of triads, big and small, were watching the show.

The atmosphere at the Dongxing Hall was as oppressive as the sky before a storm.

Camel sat on the armchair, his face ashen. Several underlings knelt before him, their heads bowed, not daring to utter a sound.

The main room was filled with smoke, and the ashtray was piled high with cigarette butts.

"Both the crow and the smiling tiger are dead?"

The camel's call was calm, so calm it was frightening.

A henchman nodded tremblingly, "Yes...yes, boss. All twenty-odd brothers in the abandoned factory area are dead. Brother Crow and Brother Smiling Tiger...they're both gone."

"Who did it?"

"After investigation, the police said it was a member of Hung Hing, Chan Ho-nam."

Camel slammed his hand on the table, sending the teacup flying and shattering on the floor. His face flushed red, and veins bulged on his brow.

"What a fine Hung Hing! What a fine Chan Ho-nam!"

He stood up and paced back and forth in the main room, each step seeming as if he wanted to crush the floorboards.

Two of the Five Tigers of Tung Sing have been eliminated.

A capable assistant, cultivated over many years, is gone just like that.

The camel stopped and stared out the window: "Jiang Tiansheng, you're doing very well."

One of the underlings asked cautiously, "Boss, should we gather the brothers and go to Causeway Bay to get revenge on Chan Ho-nam...?"

"Where are you going?"

The camel turned around, its eyes blazing with murderous intent. "The police are watching. Go and get arrested?"

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "Tell the brothers not to move for now. We'll settle this score later when things have calmed down."

"Chan Ho-nam, I'd like to see how long you can keep this up."

The atmosphere was equally somber at the Hung Hing branch.

Jiang Tiansheng sat on the sofa, holding a cup of tea in his hand, but did not drink it. Standing in front of him was Big B, Chen Haonan's older brother.

Big B looked terrible, and there was sweat on his forehead.

"Mr. Jiang, Hao Nan, he..."

"What's wrong with him?"

Jiang Tiansheng put down his teacup and looked at Big B.

Big B swallowed hard: "It's all over the place. Hao Nan killed Crow and Smiling Tiger from Tung Sing, and almost seventy or eighty people in total."

Jiang Tiansheng remained silent for a long time, his brows furrowed.

He had seen this young man, Chan Ho-nam, before. He had a very upright gaze and was a promising talent.

But he didn't expect Chan Ho-nam to be so fierce.

He was chased and attacked by crows once, but then he turned around and wiped them out.

Crow and Smiling Tiger, along with seventy or eighty people, all died.

How much courage and ruthless methods does that require?

"Mr. Jiang, Hao Nan was forced into it..." Big B tried to explain.

Jiang Tiansheng waved his hand: "I know."

He stood up, walked to the window, and said, "Dongxing struck first, so we're in the right. This isn't Haonan's fault."

Big B breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Tiansheng turned around and looked at Big B: "But you have to tell him not to be so impulsive in the future. For something this big, he should at least have informed me first."

Big B nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I will definitely tell him."

Jiang Tiansheng nodded and didn't say anything more, but he was thinking about something else.

With Chan Ho-nam being such a skilled fighter and so daring, wouldn't his men respect him more than they respect themselves?

If he ever wants to sit in his own seat again...

He shook his head, dismissing the thought.

No, Chan Ho-nam isn't that kind of person.

When Handsome Kun received the news from his subordinates, he was drinking in his own bar.

"I knew Chen Haonan was no ordinary guy."

He took a sip of his drink. "What a pity, I didn't manage to recruit them last time. Big B got all smug."

The underling next to him chimed in, "Brother Kun, Chen Haonan has made such a big splash this time, Big B must be even more smug."

Handsome Kun put down his wine glass and leaned back on the sofa: "What's so smug about? The bigger the tree, the more the wind blows. No matter how good Chan Ho-nam is at fighting, can he take on hundreds of people? Tung Sing won't let this go."

He smiled and said, "Let them fight. After they're done, we'll clean up the mess. I've also got my eye on Causeway Bay."

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