Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

The camels and several hundred people departed in the same grand procession as they had come.

The streets returned to calm, but everyone knew that this calm was only temporary.

A storm is coming.

The reason we didn't take action earlier was twofold: first, we weren't prepared, and second, the camels didn't come undetected, meaning even the Hong Kong police knew about it.

During the standoff just now, there were definitely police officers watching from the shadows. As soon as they started fighting, a large number of police officers would have appeared to make arrests.

Big B watched the camel caravan disappear around the street corner, then turned to look at Jiang Tiansheng: "Mr. Jiang, Tung Sing won't let this go."

Jiang Tiansheng nodded, turned around and walked back, calmly replying, "Get ready."

But Big B knew what those four words meant.

This means that Hung Hing is about to launch a full-scale war.

He took a deep breath, pulled out his phone, and dialed a number: "Hey, tell the guys to assemble."

Hong Kong was suddenly thrown into turmoil.

The conflict between two long-established triads is not a good thing for Hong Kong, and it's even worse for the police.

At the police station.

The ashtray in front of the sheriff was piled high with cigarette butts, and the case files in front of him were stacked like a small mountain, each one representing a human life.

These triad affairs have already given him a huge headache, and now Hung Hing and Tung Sing have fallen out and could start fighting at any moment.

If a fight breaks out, what kind of chaos will the whole of Hong Kong become?

How are ordinary people supposed to make a living?

How will those shops continue to do business?

Will those tourists still dare to come?

"Chief, Dongxing has mobilized several hundred more people."

Team Leader Li pushed open the door and came in with a solemn expression. "Camel is personally leading the team towards Kowloon City."

The sergeant's brow furrowed even more: "What about Hung Hing?"

"Chiang Tin-sang is also mobilizing people. They are gathering in major areas such as Causeway Bay, Tsim Sha Tsui, and Mong Kok. It looks like we're going to fight tonight."

The sheriff stood up and pondered for a moment, then said, "Notify all precincts to have all personnel on standby. Send plainclothes officers to each branch to keep an eye on things. Try to persuade them if possible, but if that doesn't work..."

He paused, then added, "After they've finished fighting, we'll collect the bodies."

Team Leader Li nodded, turned around, and left.

The sheriff sighed deeply. After being a policeman for so many years, what kind of situation hadn't he seen?

But he really didn't want to see that kind of scene.

A brawl involving thousands of people—how many people would die?

Lin Tian held a newspaper in his hand. The headline read "Gang Clash Imminent," accompanied by a picture of Tung Sing and Hung Hing confronting each other.

I never expected that my casual action would cause such a big incident.

He just wanted to kill those beasts and, incidentally, destroy that harmful flour.

As for framing Chan Ho-nam, that was completely unexpected; these people are just too imaginative.

A misunderstanding caused a stir in both the legitimate and criminal worlds of Hong Kong.

Lin Tian picked up the juice on the table, took a sip, and a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

It didn't matter; he had no liking for these gangsters.

Let them fight; every death is a blessing.

As night falls, the streets of Hong Kong are deserted.

There were no pedestrians or vehicles on the street, and even stray cats and dogs had hidden themselves away.

The shops had long been closed, with the roller shutters pulled tight.

The streetlights shone alone, illuminating the empty street, as if foreshadowing something.

The Dongxing Hall was brightly lit.

Camel stood in the center of the hall, with three people standing in front of him, the remaining three of the Five Tigers of Dongxing.

Thunder Tiger Lei Yaoyang, Dragon-Catching Tiger Situ Haonan, Golden-Haired Tiger Sha Meng.

"Tonight, I'm going to make those old guys from Hung Hing disappear from this world. Do you really think I, Camel, am too merciful?"

Lei Yaoyang's lips curled up slightly, and his eyes gleamed with excitement.

He had been waiting for this day for a long time.

The older brother used to be too concerned with the rules of the underworld. When you're in a gang, all you do is make money, so why bother with seniority?

Besides, Tung Sing isn't Hung Hing, it's a branch of the Hung Mun. Why should we follow the rules of "three cuts and six holes"?

Situ Haonan remained expressionless, arms crossed, revealing neither his joy nor anger.

The sand bug licked its lips, like a wild beast that had smelled blood.

Camel walked to the map hanging on the wall and pointed to several locations: "Causeway Bay, Tsim Sha Tsui, Mong Kok. These three places are the lifeblood of Hung Hing. Lui Yiu-yeung, you take your men to Causeway Bay."

Lei Yaoyang nodded.

"Situ Haonan, Tsim Sha Tsui is yours."

Situ Haonan nodded.

"Sand bugs, Mong Kok."

The sand bug grinned.

"The rest of you, come with me to Kowloon City."

All three responded simultaneously, "Understood."

The camel turned around and looked at them: "What I want is not to fight, but to annihilate. Leave no one alive."

The three men turned around and strode out of the hall.

Outside, a large group of thugs had been waiting for a long time, holding machetes and iron pipes that gleamed coldly under the streetlights.

Lei Yaoyang waved his hand, leading groups of hundreds of people onto the vehicles.

Situ Haonan followed closely behind, and Sha Meng got into his Mazda while cursing.

The three of them left with their own people.

Camel stood at the door, watching the headlights of the departing cars, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled the smoke.

The underling next to him chimed in: "Boss, Hung Hing must be ready too. This battle is going to be tough."

Camel flicked his cigarette ash: "Even if it's difficult, we have to fight. The grudge between Crow and Smiling Tiger cannot go unavenged."

He threw away the cigarette butt, stomped it out, and said, "Let's go."

Kowloon City, Hung Hing branch.

Jiang Tiansheng sat in a grand chair, with Big B, Handsome Kun, Prince, Thirteen Sister, Fatty Li and others standing in front of him.

The atmosphere was heavy.

"According to our informant, Tung Sing has made a move."

Jiang Tiansheng's voice was calm. "Camel is leading people to Kowloon City. Lei Yaoyang went to Causeway Bay, Situ Haonan went to Tsim Sha Tsui, and Sandman went to Mong Kok."

Big B clenched his fists so tightly they cracked: "Mr. Jiang, I'm going back to Causeway Bay."

Jiang Tiansheng looked at him, paused for a moment, and then asked, "If you go back, can you hold out?"

Big B gritted his teeth: "We have to defend it even if we can't. That's my territory."

Leung Kwan leaned against the pillar, a faint smile playing on his lips, and said nothing.

The crown prince crossed his arms, his gaze steady.

Thirteen Sister smoothed her hair, a cold glint in her eyes.

Fatty Li touched his belly, his face serious.

Jiang Tiansheng stood up and walked to the window: "Big B, you go back to Causeway Bay. Prince, you go to Tsim Sha Tsui. Sister Thirteen, Mong Kok is for you."

All three responded at the same time.

"Brother Kun, you stay in Kowloon City and come with me to meet the camels."

Liang Kun nodded, his smile deepening.

Big B turned to leave, then stopped: "Mr. Jiang, Hao Nan, he..."

Jiang Tiansheng waved his hand: "His injury hasn't healed yet, let him rest."

Big B opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back, turned around, and strode away.

The Crown Prince and Thirteenth Sister also went out.

Watching their retreating figures, Liang Kun walked over to Jiang Tiansheng and lowered his voice, "Mr. Jiang, Chen Haonan killed seventy or eighty men single-handedly. The whole of Hong Kong is talking about it now. If he can come, the morale of the brothers will definitely be different."

Jiang Tiansheng glanced at him: "He's badly injured. Besides, it's not even certain whether he actually did those things."

He was thinking to himself: This is a trump card. Using it now would be making a mountain out of a molehill. I'll take this opportunity to get rid of some of the disobedient members of the gang.

Liang Kun smiled and didn't say anything more.

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