Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Sha Meng's face turned ashen. He glanced around and saw that his underlings had been routed, some running away and others lying motionless on the ground.

His heart sank.

"Your Highness, don't get cocky!"

Sandman gritted his teeth, each strike more ruthless than the last, "Even if I lose my men, I'll take you down with me!"

The crown prince sneered, "You?!"

He suddenly changed tactics, no longer blocking, but charging towards the sand bug's blade.

The sand bug was startled and instinctively backed away.

But the prince was faster than him; the machete passed right under his blade and pierced straight into his chest.

Sandman stared wide-eyed at the knife embedded in his chest, a mouthful of blood gushing from his mouth: "You..."

The prince twisted the knife forcefully and pulled it out.

Blood spurted out, splattering all over him.

The sand bug swayed, then fell straight down, crashing to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

"Idiot! I was just playing you before. You really think you're so great?"

There was a moment of silence.

The people of Dongxing were utterly devastated when they saw Sandman fall.

"Brother Sandworm is dead! Brother Sandworm is dead!"

"Run!"

The Dongxing men dropped their weapons and scattered.

The Hung Hing men chased after them for a while, cutting down a few of the slower ones, before the Crown Prince called them back.

"Stop chasing."

The prince wiped the blood from his face, glanced at the corpses and wounded scattered on the ground, and said, "Pack up and come with me to the Sandfly's territory."

The underlings' eyes lit up.

Sand bug territory is a lucrative target.

Dance halls, gambling dens, and drug dens—they have it all.

If we can take it over, Mong Kok will belong to Hung Hing from now on.

"Young Master, shall we go now?"

A henchman came over, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

The Crown Prince nodded: "Let's go now, strike while the iron is hot."

He turned and walked in the direction the sand bug had come from.

Behind them, Hung Hing members followed closely, each one as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Tonight, they're going to be the most dazzling stars in Hong Kong.

Lin Tian, ​​who had been observing, slowly curled up a smile. "Your Highness, you've got some skills."

The streets of Kowloon City.

The streetlights shone alone.

Even the stray cats and dogs hid, as if they knew something big was going to happen here tonight.

The two groups are facing off.

Three or four thousand people blocked the entire street.

Camel stared at Jiang Tiansheng across from him, his eyes filled with rage. His two loyal henchmen, Crow and Smiling Tiger, were gone just like that.

Seventy or eighty brothers, all of them died within half a day.

He couldn't swallow this insult.

He's determined to get an explanation tonight.

Jiang Tiansheng also looked at the camel, his expression calm, revealing neither joy nor anger.

He knew that tonight's battle was inevitable, but he didn't want to fight.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's that there's no need to be.

This matter has blown up too much, and I'm not feeling good about it either.

He was certain that there were police officers secretly observing them.

Standing behind Jiang Tiansheng, Liang Kun had a disdainful smile on his lips. He had long disliked Camel and today he finally had the chance to mock him to his face.

He took two steps forward, hands in his pockets. "Camel, all this fuss over just two dead men?"

The camel's expression turned even uglier.

He stared at Liang Kun without saying a word.

Liang Kun smiled and continued to mock, "Don't you know what kind of people Crow and Smiling Tiger are?"

One of them only bullied his underlings, and the other only sold noodles. They're dead, so what? Was it really that serious?

"Handsome Kun!"

The camel roared, "If you dare say another word, I'll make sure you don't leave Kowloon City alive!"

Liang Kun shrugged, looking indifferent: "I'm just telling the truth. If you don't like it, there's nothing I can do."

He turned to look at his brothers behind him. "Don't you all agree?"

The Hung Hing members burst into laughter.

Laughter echoed through the night sky, shrill and arrogant.

Camel's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, veins bulging. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and stopped looking at Liang Kun, instead staring at Jiang Tiansheng.

"Jiang Tiansheng, Crow and Smiling Tiger are dead. I no longer care about right or wrong. Tonight, I only want one person—Chen Haonan."

"Hand him over, and I'll leave with my men immediately. From now on, Tung Sing and Hung Hing will keep to themselves."

Jiang Tiansheng looked at him, neither humble nor arrogant, and said, "Camel, you want me to hand over the people, and I'll do it? Where would that leave the reputation of Hung Hing?"

Camel's expression changed: "Jiang Tiansheng, are you determined to protect Chen Haonan today?"

Jiang Tiansheng took a step forward, his eyes blazing: "Camel, it's not that I want to protect him, it's that your people have gone too far."

Crow and Smiling Tiger, leading seventy or eighty men, chased after Hao Nan, hacking him to pieces. He was outmatched and killed, and now you're demanding his return? What kind of logic is that?

Camel gritted his teeth: "I don't care about reason, I only know that my men are dead! Seventy or eighty brothers, all gone! Someone has to pay for this!"

Jiang Tiansheng's voice also turned cold: "Camel, since you won't listen to advice, then Hung Hing will fight you to the end."

The wind stopped.

quiet!

The camel stared at Jiang Tiansheng, and Jiang Tiansheng stared back at the camel.

Neither side was willing to back down, and neither side dared to make the first move.

Because they all knew that if they made a move, it would result in a massive melee involving thousands of people.

The number of people who die will certainly be considerable.

The camel clenched and unclenched its fists repeatedly.

There are two voices fighting in my head.

One person said, "We must fight. If we don't fight, how will Tung Sing be able to survive in Hong Kong?"

Another person said, "We can't fight. If we fight, too many people will die, and the police won't stand idly by."

They'll all go in.

Jiang Tiansheng was also thinking about the same question.

To fight or not to fight?

If they fight, Hung Hing might not necessarily lose, but their casualties will definitely be heavy.

If we don't fight, Hung Hing will lose face, and Tung Sing will become even more arrogant.

Liang Kun, growing impatient, spoke again: "Camel, are you going to fight or not? If not, take your men and get out of here. Don't waste everyone's time."

Camel glared at him, then looked at Jiang Tiansheng: "Jiang Tiansheng, I'll ask you one more time, are you going to hand over the person or not?"

Jiang Tiansheng remained silent.

He just looked at the camel with a determined gaze.

The camel took a deep breath and slowly raised its hand.

Behind him, the men from Dongxing gripped their weapons tightly, waiting for his command.

Jiang Tiansheng slowly raised his hand as well.

Behind him, the Hung Hing men also gripped their weapons tightly.

Just then, the sound of police sirens came from afar.

It was getting closer and closer, louder and louder.

Several police cars rushed out from the street corner and stopped between the two groups.

The car door opened, and a group of police officers rushed out, guns in hand.

"Police! Don't move!"

beat?

If you let me hit you, what will you do?

An undercover officer just reported that, apart from Thirteen Sister and Situ Haonan's group, no fighting broke out among the other groups.

The other two groups have already drawn blood.

The situation was particularly dire for the Crown Prince and the Sand Bugs, with over two hundred dead and wounded.

There are about three or four thousand here. If a real fight breaks out, what will happen?

The sheriff stepped out of the car, his face ashen.

He glanced at the dense crowds on both sides, his voice as cold as ice: "What do you want? To rebel?"

No one spoke.

Camel lowered his hand, and Jiang Tiansheng also lowered his hand.

……