Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

The sergeant walked up to Camel, stared at him, and asked knowingly, "Camel, what do you want with so many people in Kowloon City?"

The camel did not speak.

The sergeant then walked up to Chiang Tin-sang: "Chiang Tin-sang, you too, do you guys want to turn Hong Kong upside down?"

Jiang Tiansheng remained silent.

The sheriff sneered, "Fine, none of you will talk, huh? Well, let me tell you, tonight, anyone who dares to lay a hand on me will be arrested. No matter how many of you you have, can you match the number of guns I have?"

He turned around and looked at his underlings on both sides.

"Listen up, everyone. Tonight, anyone who lays a hand on anyone, whether you're from Tung Sing or Hung Hing, will be arrested and locked up for ten or eight years. Don't believe me? Just try it."

The two groups looked at each other in bewilderment.

Some people started backing away.

No one is unafraid of the police, and some people are unafraid of the police.

Camel's face was ashen, as if he'd eaten shit. He looked at Director Zhao, then at Jiang Tiansheng, and gritted his teeth, saying each word slowly and deliberately:

"Jiang Tiansheng, you're lucky today. Next time, you won't be so lucky."

With a wave of his hand, he said, "Let's go!"

The people of Dongxing left in the same grand procession as when they arrived.

The streets gradually emptied out, leaving only the Hung Hing members.

Jiang Tiansheng stood there, watching the camel's figure disappear around the street corner, and let out a long sigh of relief.

He genuinely didn't want to fight, nor was he afraid; if it really came to a fight to the death, the price would be too high.

But he knew that tonight's matter was temporarily over.

There will definitely be more storms to come.

As everyone knows, thugs fight only with intimidation and threats. The real killing intent doesn't require so many people to arrange a fight; it's like drawing lots for life and death within a family.

Only one or two people are needed.

Looks like I won't be able to go out for a while.

Jiang Tiansheng thought to himself, "This is what I'm thinking."

"Mr. Jiang," Liang Kun leaned closer and joked, "Is that all?"

Jiang Tiansheng glanced at him: "Otherwise what? You really want to fight?"

Liang Kun smiled but didn't say anything.

Jiang Tiansheng turned around and waved his hand: "Let's go back."

The Hung Hing members also dispersed.

The streets were deserted, with only a few police cars and a group of police officers remaining.

The sheriff stood there, watching the two groups walk away, and lit a cigarette.

"Detective, tonight is over."

An undercover officer approached. "But what about tomorrow? What about the day after? Tung Sing won't let this go."

The sheriff exhaled a puff of smoke: "We'll talk about tomorrow's problems tomorrow."

He threw away his cigarette butt, stomped it out, and said, "That's it."

Police cars drove away one after another.

The streets have returned to calm.

Lin Tian watched all this with disappointment, muttering, "No fight broke out? What a pity."

On the streets of Kowloon City, the Tung Sing gang marched back in a grand procession of over two thousand men, a dense, dark mass.

The camel walked at the front, its face ashen, its fists clenched so tightly they cracked, each step seeming as if it wanted to crush the ground.

They came in full force tonight, but left looking utterly pathetic.

They were driven away by the police without even fighting.

Tung Sing has completely lost face tonight.

The underling next to him couldn't hold back any longer and leaned in: "Boss, are we just going to go back like this? Are we just going to swallow this loss?"

The camel paused for a moment, but did not turn around and continued walking forward.

The underling followed behind, getting more and more agitated: "Boss, we haven't avenged Brother Crow and Brother Smiling Tiger yet. If we just go back like this, the brothers won't accept it! Where will Tung Sing's reputation be?"

The camel stopped, turned around, looked at the underling, and then at the equally unconvinced brothers behind it.

His gaze swept across the young faces, revealing anger, resentment, and grievance.

"We can't just let this go. Get the brothers ready, I'm going to lead you on a counterattack."

The underlings' eyes lit up.

The last time he went to Hung Hing's territory in a big fuss, he just left with a single sentence.

This time too, the police disrupted things before the fight even started.

Things shouldn't happen more than three times. If this continues, what will become of Tung Sing's reputation?

Are you even going to stay in this business?

"Boss, are you serious?" the underling asked excitedly.

Camel nodded: "Really. But not now. We'll go back after the police have left and the Hung Hing gang has let their guard down."

The younger men nodded in agreement, and their morale immediately soared again.

The camel turned around and continued walking.

He stopped after walking a few steps.

Because there was a person standing in the middle of the street, blocking their way.

Everyone at Dongxing stopped in their tracks.

The camel frowned, sized up the man a few times, and didn't recognize him.

A henchman shouted, "Who are you? How dare you block the way for Tung Sing? You want to die?"

Feng Yuxiu didn't answer, he just stood there, a disdainful smile slowly creeping onto his lips: "Useless scoundrels, they really don't know what they're getting themselves killed."

The camel's expression changed.

His underlings behind him erupted in chaos.

"What the hell did you say?"

"Are you looking for death?"

One of the hot-blooded underlings couldn't hold back any longer, rolled up his sleeves, and charged forward, yelling, "Damn it, you're asking for trouble!"

He rushed up to Feng Yuxiu and punched him.

Feng Yuxiu did not dodge, nor did he even move.

The fist struck him squarely in the chest with a dull thud.

The younger brother was stunned.

It felt like my fist had hit a wall, no, it was harder than a wall.

A sharp pain shot through his bones, and he screamed in agony, clutching his fist as he backed away.

"Ouch! I think I've broken my arm!"

Feng Yuxiu glanced down at him, then raised his foot and kicked him in the chest.

My brother flew several meters away, crashed to the ground, rolled twice, and lay there groaning.

Feng Yuxiu withdrew his foot, dusted off his trousers, and said in a flat tone, "You don't even have the strength to hit someone, what are you doing in the underworld? You might as well go home and have a baby."

The people at Tung Sing were furious.

They all pulled out their weapons and were about to rush forward.

The camel raised its hand to stop them.

The underlings were puzzled. Their own men were being attacked. What was their boss trying to do?

The camel politely asked, "Brother, where are you from? Judging from your accent, you seem to be from the mainland?"

"My man was very offensive just now, and I apologize on his behalf."

Feng Yuxiu looked at the camel and remained silent for a moment.

"You're more sensible than these small fry."

The camel wasn't angry; instead, it smiled and asked, "Brother, what's your name?"

"Feng Yuxiu".

"Feng Yuxiu,"

Camel repeated the name to himself, memorizing it. "What are you doing in Hong Kong?"

Feng Yuxiu looked at him calmly: "I heard that there's a guy in Hung Hing named Chan Ho-nam who's really good at fighting. He killed two of your Tung Sing's top fighters and seventy or eighty men all by himself."

His eyes lit up. "I came here to see who this Chan Ho-nam really is, and to test my skills against him, even to the point of life and death."

The camel was taken aback.

The same was true for the underlings behind him.

This person actually came for Chan Ho-nam.

Is he a very good fighter?

The thought that his own men had injured their hands when they attacked him shows that this guy is definitely a master.

The camel's eyes lit up.

He was afraid that while fighting with the Hung Hing men, Chan Ho-nam would suddenly appear, and no one on his side would be able to stop him.

Now things are much better; we have experts on our side too.

I just don't know how tall it is, whether it's as tall as three or four stories.

"Brother Feng," Camel took a step forward, his tone warming, "you want to challenge Chan Ho-nam to a duel?"

Feng Yuxiu nodded.