Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"Hold on! Everyone, hold on!"

Big B roared, his voice distorted, his body covered in blood, it was impossible to tell if it was his own or someone else's.

The machete was already chipped, but he kept chopping.

Lei Yaoyang swung his sword down, and Big B raised his sword to block. With a "crack," the sword broke in two.

Big B froze for a moment, and Lei Yaoyang's machete was already at his neck.

"Big B, you lost."

Lei Yaoyang's voice was calm.

Big B, panting heavily, looked at the broken knives and corpses on the ground, and at his brothers who were still struggling, and then closed his eyes.

In the darkness in the distance, Lin Tian's ghostly figure floated in mid-air, watching the chaotic battle, a smile slowly creeping onto his lips.

"More than a thousand people, it was quite a lively fight."

His gaze fell on Big B, then on Lei Yaoyang. "Let's fight, let's fight. Every one that dies is one less to lose."

Lin Tian leaned against the wall, watching the battle like a spectator.

In his perception, there were still many plainclothes police officers hiding on the rooftops and in the alleys on both sides of the street.

They reported in hushed tones through walkie-talkies, but no one came out to stop them.

They are waiting.

Once both sides have fought to a standstill, they'll come out to collect the bodies and clean up the mess.

"That's really clever."

Lin Tian nodded, his gaze falling on a person squatting on the rooftop. The person was holding a telephoto camera and pressing the shutter to capture the chaotic fight in the middle of the street.

"Keep taking pictures, you'll have headlines again tomorrow."

I turned my gaze away and continued watching the show.

In the middle of the street, Lei Yaoyang's machete was still held to Big B's neck.

When Big B's brothers saw this, they all stopped.

The people from Dongxing also stopped.

The street suddenly fell silent, with only the groans of the wounded.

"Big B, I'll give you a chance."

Lei Yaoyang said, "Kneel down and call me grandpa, and I might consider making you my dog."

Big B glared at Lei Yaoyang, spat, and said, "Tsk, you're dreaming."

Lei Yaoyang's face darkened: "Then don't blame me for being impolite."

He raised his machete.

"Spare his life!"

A voice came from afar.

Lei Yaoyang turned his head, and a car rushed out from the street corner at high speed, heading straight for him.

He dodged to the side, and the car grazed past him, crashing into the crowd of Dongxing people and sending several people flying.

The car door opened, and Pheasant, Foreskin, and Banana Peel jumped out, each holding a machete.

"Brother B! We're late. Brother Hao Nan sent us to help you."

The pheasant rushed forward and blocked Big B's path.

Lei Yaoyang looked at the group of people who had suddenly appeared and a cold smile appeared on his lips: "A few more are here to die."

Pheasant gripped his machete tightly, staring intently at Lei Yaoyang. Foreskin was wary of its surroundings, and Banana Peel's face turned pale, but it still didn't leave the group.

He's fine following Chen Haonan around and slashing people, but now that he's facing an opponent of Lei Yaoyang's caliber, he's still a little nervous.

After all, the advantage lies with the other side.

But they didn't run.

Because Big B is there.

"Brothers, let's fight them!"

The pheasant shouted and charged forward, brandishing its machete.

The foreskin and banana peel were also rinsed.

The other Hung Hing members, seeing that these were a few people who followed Chan Ho-nam, began to think about why Hung Hing and Tung Sing had started their war.

Chicken and his gang charged forward fearlessly. Could it be that Chen Haonan, who killed seventy or eighty people single-handedly, taught them martial arts?

Lei Yaoyang swung his knife at Shanji, who raised his own to block. With a clang, Shanji's knife flew out of his hand, and he was jolted back several steps, landing hard on his backside.

Baopi and Banana Peel were also knocked to the ground by Lei Yaoyang in just a few moves.

Lei Yaoyang walked up to Shanji, looked down at him, and said, "Is this all the skill you have? You dare to come and rescue people?"

The pheasant gritted its teeth, glared at him, and said nothing.

Lei Yaoyang raised his machete.

Big B struggled to his feet and stood in front of Chicken: "Lei Yaoyang, come at me!"

Lei Yaoyang looked at him and smiled: "Alright, then I'll send you on your way first."

Raise the knife.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

Lei Yaoyang's arm trembled violently, and the machete fell to the ground.

He clutched his arm, blood seeping from between his fingers.

He turned his head, and from the street corner, several plainclothes policemen came out, all carrying guns.

"Police! Don't move!"

The lead inspector held up his badge and shouted, "Everyone, kneel down!"

The men from Tung Sing looked at each other in confusion. Some wanted to run, but they were already surrounded by plainclothes officers.

The Hung Hing members also squatted down.

Lei Yaoyang clutched his injured arm, his face ashen, but he dared not move.

Big B slumped to the ground, panting heavily.

The pheasant got up and helped him up.

The inspector walked up to Lei Yaoyang and looked at him: "Lei Yaoyang, you are suspected of affray and are now being arrested in accordance with the law. You may remain silent, but everything you say will be used as evidence in court."

Lei Yaoyang stared at the inspector, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth: "Fine, you've got guts to arrest me. Don't you know I'm from Tung Sing?"

The inspector waved his hand, and several policemen came up and handcuffed Lei Yaoyang.

One by one, the members of Tung Sing were put into police cars, and the members of Hung Hing were no exception.

Big B, supported by Chicken, walked towards the police car.

As he passed by Lei Yaoyang, Lei Yaoyang suddenly spoke up: "Big B, you're lucky today. Next time, you won't be so fortunate."

Big B didn't turn around: "Next time, I'll kill you with my own hands."

The inspector gave him a shove: "Stop talking nonsense, get in the car."

In the darkness in the distance, Lin Tian's ghostly figure watched this scene, a smile playing on his lips.

"The police arrived just in time," he said softly. "A little later, and Big B would really be dead."

He turned around and disappeared into the night.

It is estimated that the police arrived in time to avoid causing major casualties, as they would have been afraid of the two groups fighting to the death.

How is public security maintained in Hong Kong?

Those British guys must be furious.

Police cars drove away one after another on the street.

The bloodstains on the ground were still wet, and machetes and iron pipes were scattered all over the ground, gleaming coldly under the streetlights.

Length of night.

The streets of Tsim Sha Tsui.

A dense crowd, two groups facing off.

Thirteen Sister, carrying two swords, stood at the forefront of the Hung Hing camp.

She was the only female leader in Hung Hing. She got to this position not because of her looks or her body, but because of the knife in her hand.

Situ Haonan stood opposite her, holding a machete in his hand, the blade gleaming coldly under the neon lights.

As one of the Five Tigers of Dongxing, Qinlonghu is known for his fighting prowess.

You can tell a thing or two just by looking at their nicknames.

But at this moment, his expression was not good.

It wasn't out of fear, but because the woman opposite him was far more troublesome than he had imagined; when she went crazy, she wanted to live as long as heaven and earth.

"Thirteenth Sister, you're a woman, why aren't you at home taking care of the kids? Instead you're out here fighting and killing. Aren't you afraid of getting disfigured and no one wanting you?"

Thirteen Sister sneered, twirling her twin swords in her hands: "Whether anyone wants me or not is none of your business."

"But you, a grown man, bringing so many people to humiliate my place, aren't you afraid of being laughed at if word gets out?"

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