Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Thirteen Sister stared at him, remained silent for a few seconds, and knew that the other party did not really want to fight, nor did she.

I glanced at the sisters behind me.

They were still "fiercely" fighting with the Dongxing people, but their eyes kept glancing in her direction.

"Everyone stop!"

The Hung Hing men immediately stopped and quickly retreated.

Situ Haonan also shouted, "Stop! You, Thirteenth Sister, are surprisingly powerful. I was careless this time."

The Dongxing men didn't chase after him; they were all watching Situ Haonan.

Thirteen Sister chimed in, "Situ Haonan, if I hadn't gotten my period today, I would have made you pay. I'll never let you off the hook next time."

He then led his men and retreated.

"I'll be waiting."

Situ Haonan roared indignantly, then let out a long sigh of relief as he watched Thirteen Sister's retreating figure.

He looked down at his wounds; blood was still flowing, and he grimaced in pain.

"Boss, should we go after them?"

A younger brother came over.

Situ Haonan glared at him: "Chase what? You really think I didn't see you slacking off?"

The younger brother shrank back, not daring to speak again.

Situ Haonan turned around and waved his hand: "Let's go!"

The people from Dongxing disappeared into the night as quickly as they had arrived.

The street was a mess, with machetes and iron pipes scattered all over the ground, but there wasn't a single drop of blood on the ground.

This is truly unbelievable.

The plainclothes police officers in the shadows were equally bewildered. What were they doing?

Thirteen Sister led her people back to her territory, closed the door, leaned against the wall, and gasped for breath.

Her leather jacket had several cuts, but the flesh underneath was completely unharmed.

"Big sister, is what Situ Haonan said true? The police really came?" A trusted confidant leaned over.

Thirteen Sister shook her head: "I don't know, but I don't want to gamble."

I walked to the window and looked at the night outside.

The streets were deserted, with only a few streetlights shining forlornly.

Unbeknownst to her, Lin Tian was witnessing all of this.

Lin Tian's ghostly figure floated in mid-air, watching Thirteen Sister and Situ Haonan disperse, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Fun! Fun!"

We've had our fill of the good show; time to move on to the next venue and pick up the scraps.

Do you really think he's got nothing better to do?

He's just picking up bargains at every venue, since these gangs have a lot of money.

Take Thirteen Sister for example, she has around ten million in cash. No wonder she's in the sex trade.

The neon lights of Mong Kok flicker at night.

The food stalls along the street had already closed up shop, their roller shutters tightly shut.

The prince stood in the shadows of an alley, with a dark mass of people standing behind him.

He didn't speak, but just stared quietly in the direction of the street corner. His henchmen beside him gripped their weapons tightly—machetes, iron pipes, and wooden sticks.

No one spoke, only heavy breathing could be heard.

"Boss, the Sandman's men have arrived." A henchman ran over from the street corner, lowering his voice.

The prince narrowed his eyes.

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

Sand Bug, one of the Five Tigers of Dongxing, also known as the Golden-haired Tiger.

He'd wanted to kill this guy for a long time, but never had the chance.

Tonight, the opportunity has arrived.

"Are you ready?"

"Everything is ready. The car is parked on the side of the road. As soon as people arrive, we'll floor the gas pedal and just wait to rush out."

The prince nodded, his gaze fixed on the street corner.

In the distance, a dark mass of people was surging toward them.

Leading the way was the sand bug.

"They're here."

The prince spoke softly, gripping the machete in his hand tightly.

Sandman walked at the front, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, swaggering around, followed by seven or eight hundred people, blocking the entire street.

He walked away cursing, "Mong Kok? After tonight, Mong Kok is my territory. That son of a bitch, tell him to get lost!"

The henchmen joined in the chant: "Yeah! Get them out of here!"

Sandbug spat out his cigarette butt and was about to continue cursing when he suddenly heard the roar of an engine.

As soon as he looked up, he saw several dilapidated cars parked on the side of the street suddenly rush out and crash straight into him.

"Holy crap!"

The sand bug suddenly lunged to the side, rolled on the ground, and dodged a car.

But his underlings weren't so lucky.

Several wrecked cars crashed into the crowd, sending many people flying.

Screams, the sound of bones breaking, and the crashing of the car body mingled together.

Some people were thrown into the air and crashed into the wall; some were run over by the wheels, blood flowing from under the car; some were so frightened that they ran around in all directions, causing more injuries in the stampede.

"There's an ambush! There's an ambush!"

The people of Dongxing were in complete chaos.

The prince burst out of the alley, raising his machete high: "Kill!!!"

The shouts of the Hung Hing members were deafening. They rushed out and rained down machetes, iron pipes, and wooden sticks on the Tung Sing members.

Sandbug scrambled to his feet, touched the blood on his face, and his eyes reddened: "Your Highness! You dare to scheme against me!"

The prince slashed down a Dongxing henchman blocking his path with a single blow, then rushed up to Sha Meng: "Sha Meng, tonight is your death night!"

"You?"

The sand bug raised its cleaver and slashed at the prince.

The prince dodged to the side, and the machete swept across.

The sand bug raised its knife to parry, sparks flying everywhere.

The two men each took a step back, then charged forward simultaneously.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!!!"

Swords clashed and sparks flew.

The sand bug was incredibly strong; each strike seemed to cleave the prince in two.

The crown prince was more agile than him, narrowly dodging each attack and then counterattacking when he was exhausted.

"Your Highness, is this all you've got?"

Panting heavily, the sand bug continued to slash with its blade.

The prince did not speak, but calmly parried, dodged, and counterattacked.

He knew the sand bug was strong, so he couldn't fight it head-on; he could only stall it.

Drag it out until he runs out of strength, until his underlings collapse.

All around, the two groups were already bloodthirsty.

The Hung Hing men were in high spirits because of their successful sneak attack, and they charged forward like they were on steroids.

The Tung Sing men were disoriented from the car accident and caught off guard by the sudden appearance of Hung Hing, forcing them to retreat step by step.

One of the henchmen slashed down a member of the East Star gang with a single blow, his face splattered with blood.

He wiped his face and continued rushing forward.

Another henchman next to him was slashed on the shoulder by a member of the East Star gang. He screamed in pain, but instead of retreating, he swung his knife even more frantically.

The people from Dongxing were terrified by his madness and took several steps back.

The driver from Hung Hing turned around again and rammed into the Tung Sing members, causing heavy casualties in an instant.

Their rhythm was completely disrupted, and the Hung Hing members pressed their advantage, leaving them utterly defeated.

"Don't retreat! Hold the line!"

Seeing his underlings retreating, the sand bug shouted anxiously.

But his underlings were already stunned.

I came here tonight to scout things out, thinking that the Hung Hing people would either surrender or run away, just like before.

Unexpectedly, not only did they not run away, but they also set up an ambush and even rammed the car into them.

Is this still Hung Hing?

Is he still the same crown prince?

A slow smile crept onto the prince's lips; victory was within reach.

"Sandfly, your men are done for."

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