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Big B left the gang, took out his phone, and dialed Chicken's number.

The phone rang several times before it was answered.

"Hey, Brother B?"

"Chicken, where's Ho-nam?"

"Brother Hao Nan is recuperating at the church. Brother B, what's wrong?"

Big B took a deep breath: "Tung Sing has made its move. Lui Yiu-yeung has brought his men to Causeway Bay. I need Ho-nam; send him here."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Chicken's voice became much clearer: "Brother B, Brother Hao Nan is badly injured, he can barely stand, how can we fight?"

Big B gritted his teeth: "He killed seventy or eighty people all by himself, and he survived such serious injuries. Now that Lei Yaoyang is here, what will the brothers do if he doesn't step in?"

The pheasant fell silent again.

After a few seconds, he said, "Brother B, I'll talk to Brother Hao Nan, but I can't guarantee he'll come."

"Tell him this is his territory, and if he wants to see his territory taken away, then he shouldn't come."

Big B hung up the phone, got into his car, and drove towards Causeway Bay.

Inside the church.

Chan Ho-nam was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, resting. His wounds were still throbbing, but they were much better now.

Shufen sat beside her, peeling an apple.

Pheasant pushed open the door and came in, his face looking very grim.

Chan Ho-nam opened his eyes: "What's wrong?"

"Brother B called and said that Tung Sing had made a move, and one of the Five Tigers, Lui Yiu-yeung, had brought his men to Causeway Bay."

Pheasant paused for a moment, then said, "He wants you to go."

Chan Ho-nam sat up, the movement aggravating his wound and causing him to wince in pain. "Let me go? How can I go like this?"

The pheasant looked at his body, which was wrapped in bandages, and fell silent.

Chan Ho-nam leaned against the headboard and closed his eyes.

I recalled the newspaper reports, the adoring looks in Chicken's eyes, and the vain pleasure I felt when I nodded in agreement.

But he knew he hadn't done those things.

He can't kill seventy or eighty people, he can't even kill seven or eight.

If we go, we'll be cannon fodder, with no chance of returning.

"Chicken, tell Brother B that I'm badly injured and can't go. Once I recover, I'll definitely teach those Tung Sing guys a lesson."

The pheasant nodded and turned to leave.

Shufen handed him the peeled apple: "Brother Nan, are you really not going?"

Chan Ho-nam took the apple, took a bite, and chewed for a long time: "Going to your death?"

Shufen didn't say anything more.

Chicken dialed Big B's number in the corridor: "Brother B, Brother Hao Nan is too badly injured to come. He said that once he recovers, he will definitely teach the Tung Sing people a lesson."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Big B's voice sounded somewhat disappointed: "Fine. Let him recover properly."

After hanging up the phone, Big B leaned back in his car seat and rubbed his temples.

Chicken is right. Chan Ho-nam is so badly injured that he can't even stand up. How can he fight?

How could he have killed seventy or eighty people by himself without getting hurt at all?

Perhaps, he was really too badly hurt.

The car headed towards Causeway Bay.

The streets of Causeway Bay were deserted.

The streetlights illuminated the empty streets, and the wind rustled the fallen leaves.

Big B's car was parked in front of the church. He got out of the car and walked into the church.

The room was already full of people, all of whom were his men.

Each of them had a solemn expression and held a machete or an iron pipe in their hand.

Big B stood before them, his gaze sweeping over the young faces: "The East Star people are here. Thunder Tiger Lei Yaoyang, are you scared?"

No one spoke.

But their eyes told Big B that they were afraid.

Lei Yaoyang, one of the Five Tigers of Tung Sing, is a notoriously ruthless character, second only to Crow.

They never blink when they're about to kill someone.

I wonder if my eyes will get dry.

Big B took a deep breath: "Even if we're afraid, we have to fight. This is our territory, and we can't let them step in."

Just as I was about to continue speaking, my phone rang.

He glanced at it; it was Jiang Tiansheng.

When the call connected, Jiang Tiansheng's voice was calm: "Big B, the camel has arrived in Kowloon City. How are things on your end?"

"Lei Yaoyang hasn't arrived yet, he's probably stuck in traffic at the Mazda. The rest of the brothers are here."

"We held on. No matter the cost."

"clear."

Big B hung up the phone and gripped the machete tightly in his hand.

On the street outside the gate, Mazda cars approached from afar.

A line of black cars pulled up in front of the hall.

The car door opened, and Lei Yaoyang stepped out, followed by a large group of five or six hundred people.

Big B stood at the entrance of the gang, carrying a machete, with more than 500 Hung Hing brothers behind him.

"Lei Yaoyang, you fucking brought so many people to trespass on my territory, are you tired of living?"

Lei Yaoyang smiled, but it was a cold smile.

He tilted his head and looked at Big B as if he were looking at a dying man: "Big B, even if you scream your lungs out today, no one can save you."

Where's Chan Ho-nam? Didn't he kill seventy or eighty people by himself? Why aren't you calling him out?

Big B gritted his teeth: "To deal with you, Hao Nan doesn't even need to lift a finger."

"Yeah?"

Lei Yaoyang took two steps forward, twirling the machete in his hand. "Then I'll see what you're capable of."

Big B gripped the machete tightly, his veins bulging.

He didn't know if he was a match for Lei Yaoyang, but with so many brothers watching behind him, he couldn't back down.

If it's withdrawn, Causeway Bay will be gone.

Hung Hing lost face.

How will he survive in the underworld after this?

"Brothers!"

Big B raised his machete and roared, "Chop!"

"kill--!!!"

The Hung Hing men rushed forward.

The Dongxing men also rushed up.

The two torrents collided in the middle of the street, the sounds of clashing machetes, screams, and shouts of killing blending together in a deafening cacophony.

Big B charged at Lei Yaoyang, raising his machete high and aiming it at his head.

Lei Yaoyang dodged to the side, and his machete swept across.

Big B raised his knife to block, and with a "clang," sparks flew everywhere.

Big B's hand went numb from the impact, and the cleaver almost flew out of his hand. Gritting his teeth, he slashed again.

Lei Yaoyang dodged again, and the machete cut a gash on his arm.

Blood gushed out, and Big B groaned, taking a step back.

Lei Yaoyang didn't chase after him, but looked at him with a cold smile: "Big B, is that all you've got? I think you should just call yourself Little BB from now on."

Big B didn't say anything, gripped his machete tightly, and charged forward again.

This time he fought desperately, aiming every blow at vital points.

But Lei Yaoyang was faster and more ruthless than him. Every strike he made perfectly neutralized his attacks, leaving a new wound on his body.

Blood kept flowing from his arms, shoulders, back, thighs... and Big B's face grew paler and paler.

He had been the gang leader for many years, and he basically left the fighting and territorial matters to Chan Ho-nam and his gang.

Over time, my skills became rusty, and my body wasn't as good as it used to be.

The Hung Hing people weren't much better off.

There are many people in Tung Sing, and they are all ruthless characters.

After all, a leader's character determines the quality of his followers; a cowardly soldier is just one coward, but a cowardly general leads to a whole army of cowards.

The men Lei Yaoyang brought were all veterans who had followed him for many years, and they were both accurate and ruthless in their attacks.

Although Hung Hing fought desperately, the difference in strength was undeniable, and they were forced to retreat step by step.

Many people were already lying on the ground, some from Tung Sing and some from Hung Hing, but there were clearly more from Hung Hing.

"withstand!"

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