Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"I'll take you to him."

Feng Yuxiu looked at him, a hint of wariness in his eyes: "You'd be so kind?"

The camel laughed.

"Brother Feng, as you know, that Chen Haonan is my enemy in Tung Sing. He killed two of my brothers and seventy or eighty of my brothers."

I want to skin him alive and tear his tendons out. If you want to challenge him to a duel, I'd be more than happy to oblige.

Feng Yuxiu stared at him for a few seconds, seemingly trying to determine the truthfulness of his words, then he nodded: "Okay, take me there."

Camel was secretly delighted, but he didn't show it on his face. He turned around and said to his underlings behind him, "Make way, let Brother Feng go first."

Hey guys, make way for me.

Feng Yuxiu walked over and went to the camel's side.

The camel walked alongside him, like two old friends.

"Brother Feng, that kick you just used was really beautiful," Camel said with a smile. "How many years have you been practicing?"

Thirty years.

Feng Yuxiu said, "I started practicing every day when I was five years old."

The camel gasped.

Thirty years?

No wonder he's so amazing.

"Brother Feng, you came to Hong Kong this time just to challenge Chan Ho-nam to a fight?"

"right."

"Are you done competing?"

Feng Yuxiu thought for a moment and shook his head: "I haven't thought about it."

The camel laughed again.

"Brother Feng, since you haven't thought about it, why don't you stay in Hong Kong and follow me? You'll live a life of luxury, with whatever you want. It'll be better than staying on the mainland."

Feng Yuxiu glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Camel knew he was tempted, and continued, "Brother Feng, how much do you earn a month in mainland China? A few dozen yuan? A hundred yuan? Follow me, and I'll give you ten thousand yuan a month. Hong Kong dollars."

Feng Yuxiu paused for a moment.

Ten thousand yuan a month?

It's not that we can't consider it.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Let's find Chan Ho-nam first, and then we'll talk after the competition."

Camel nodded: "Alright, let's find Chen Haonan first."

Feng Yuxiu didn't say anything more, but just followed quietly.

He didn't care about wealth and glory; he just wanted to know how good Chen Haonan was at fighting.

Just then, a blond-haired thug rushed up, panting heavily and pale-faced.

"Boss, something terrible has happened! Something terrible has occurred!"

The camel frowned and stopped.

He disliked hearing the words "Oh no!" because he knew it meant something bad was coming, but he still patiently asked, "What's wrong? Tell me properly."

The blond-haired thug gasped for breath, his voice trembling, "The sand bug... the sand bug is dead!"

The camel's expression changed instantly, then changed again.

"The Prince of Hung Hing led his men to ambush Brother Sha Meng. Brother Sha Meng was killed, his territory was seized by the Prince, and all his wealth was looted. Some of the brothers died, and others fled..."

The blond-haired henchman's voice grew softer and softer, and he dared not look the camel in the eye.

The camel stood there, motionless, its face turning from white to red, then from red to purple, veins bulging, its fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Very well, very well indeed! You, Chiang Tin-sang, are truly remarkable, the prince of Hung Hing!"

He kicked a soda can from the roadside, sending it flying in an arc through the air before it clattered and rolled a long way away.

"Let's go! We're heading to the Crown Prince's territory right now!"

The camel waved its hand, its voice booming like thunder, "They're probably celebrating right now. I want them dead."

Feng Yuxiu stood aside, watching the camel's furious outburst, and remained silent for a moment before speaking:

"Brother Camel, do you need my help?"

The camel turned its head and looked at Feng Yuxiu.

His eyes lit up.

"Brother Feng, I'd be overjoyed if you could help me!"

He took a deep breath and began to paint a rosy picture: "As long as you wipe out the Crown Prince's gang, I'll hand over the entire Mong Kok area to you. Making a fortune every day will be a piece of cake!"

Feng Yuxiu nodded.

He wasn't particularly interested in managing the territory, but he knew that in a place like Hong Kong, you couldn't do anything without money.

Even heroes need to eat.

Camel was overjoyed and turned to his henchmen, roaring, "Brothers, the sand bug is dead, and the prince has taken our territory. What do you say we do?"

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"

The roar of more than three thousand people shook the windows along the roadside.

Camel waved his hand: "Let's go! To Mong Kok!"

More than three thousand people marched in a grand procession toward Mong Kok.

Feng Yuxiu walked beside the camel, his steps steady, his gaze calm, and a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

Chan Ho-nam, he hasn't found him yet, but he's already met the Prince.

Alright, let's warm up with the Crown Prince.

The three-story nightclub was decorated in a lavish style, with crystal chandeliers, leather sofas, and marble floors.

The prince was surrounded by wine bottles and fruit platters, with several trusted confidants and women drinking with him.

"Your Highness, that was a brilliant victory."

One of the henchmen raised his glass. "That bastard Sandman, he was always so arrogant, but look at him now? Dead! This territory is ours now!"

The Crown Prince smiled, raised his wine cup, and clinked it against his: "Don't be careless. Dongxing won't let this go easily."

"What's there to be afraid of? With the Crown Prince here, we'll cut down as many as come!"

The prince's underlings started making a fuss, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

They really put on a great show tonight – the sneak attack, the car crash, the slashing – all executed flawlessly.

The sand bug didn't even have a chance to react before it was hacked to death in the street.

The lucrative Mong Kok market finally fell into his hands.

The prince took a sip of wine, leaned back on the sofa, and closed his eyes.

But his mind was already thinking about what was to come.

The camel will not let this go; it will definitely retaliate.

We need to be prepared.

Suddenly, the music outside stopped.

Screams and shouts of killing came from downstairs.

The prince suddenly opened his eyes: "What happened?"

A henchman rushed in, his face ashen: "Young Master, it's terrible! Camel has brought men! A huge number of them, they've blocked the whole street!"

The prince stood up, threw down his wine cup, and grabbed the machete from the table: "How many men have come?"

"At least two or three thousand!"

The prince's expression changed, but only for a moment. Gritting his teeth, he waved his hand: "Brothers, follow me!"

He rushed downstairs.

The lobby on the first floor was in complete chaos.

The Dongxing men surged in like a tidal wave, hacking at anyone they saw.

Caught off guard, the Hung Hing men were forced to retreat step by step by being hacked down.

Many people were lying on the ground, some from Tung Sing, but most from Hung Hing. The blood gleamed a dark red under the neon lights.

The prince raised his machete and roared, "Brothers of Hung Hing, don't be afraid! Follow me and kill!"

He slashed down one of Tung Sing's underlings with a single blow, then kicked another away.

When the Hung Hing men saw him, their morale soared, and they gathered around, following the prince as he charged forward.

The two groups were locked in a fierce battle in the hall, with flashing swords, screams, the clanging of metal, and shouts of killing all mixed together.

Feng Yuxiu walked out from the crowd of Dongxing.

He walked slowly and steadily, as if strolling in his own backyard.

Everyone around him was fighting, but no one could touch him.

"Who are you?"

The prince gripped his machete tightly, scrutinizing Feng Yuxiu warily, and told him directly that this man was very dangerous.

"Dongxing, Feng Yuxiu."

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