Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

The next morning.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! Fire breaks out at Tung Sing and Hung Hing headquarters, with over 100 dead and injured!"

The newsboy ran through the streets waving his newspaper, and people swarmed around him, throwing coins into his bag with a clinking sound.

The headline in large print read, "Gangs Clash, Hong Kong in Turmoil Overnight," with the subtitle, "Tung Sing and Hung Hing Suffer Heavy Casualties, Police Investigate."

The topic of this matter is being discussed everywhere—in tea restaurants, on buses, and in office buildings.

Some say Tung Sing suffered a great loss, with three of the Five Tigers dying; others say Hung Hing didn't gain anything either, with Prince being hacked to death in Mong Kok.

Some people went even further, saying that a mysterious master appeared and single-handedly defeated dozens of people.

There are all sorts of rumors, but no one knows the truth.

At the entrance of the police station, reporters carrying cameras and microphones blocked the gate completely.

Flashes went off one after another, and the shutter clicked incessantly.

Several police officers struggled to maintain order, but they couldn't stop the reporters who were acting like they were on steroids.

"It's out! It's out!"

The police station doors opened, and a group of people came out.

Walking at the front was Jiang Tiansheng, dressed in a black suit, with a calm expression that revealed neither joy nor anger.

He, Liang Kun, had a cigarette dangling from his lips and a disdainful smile on his face.

Big B still has injuries on his face, but he seems to be in good spirits.

Next came Camel, his face ashen, his eyes blazing with fury. Behind him followed several low-ranking members of the East Star gang, their heads bowed, not daring to utter a sound.

Reporters swarmed forward, microphones nearly poking Chiang Tin-sang's face. "Mr. Chiang, was the Hung Hing faction responsible for last night's events?"

"Mr. Chiang, so many people died in Tung Sing, will Hung Hing take responsibility?"

"Mr. Jiang, will the police press charges against you?"

Jiang Tiansheng stopped and glanced at the reporter who had asked the question, but said nothing.

Liang Kun stepped forward and blocked Jiang Tiansheng's way: "Make way, make way, Mr. Jiang will not be giving interviews today."

The reporters then pointed their microphones at Camel: "Mr. Camel, is it true that three of the Five Tigers of Tung Sing are dead?"

"Mr. Camel, will you retaliate?"

"Mr. Camel, someone said you took several thousand men to Kowloon City last night. Is that true?"

The camel stopped and glared at the reporter who had asked the question, its eyes looking like it wanted to devour him.

The reporter took a step back in fright, thinking to himself: What's with the fierce attitude? Go ahead and chop me back if you dare?

The camel didn't say anything, turned around and left. Its henchmen quickly followed and pushed the reporter away.

Inside the police station, the interrogation room door was tightly closed.

Team Leader Li sat behind the table, with a thick stack of case files spread out in front of him.

He was the head of the team in the police station specifically in charge of organized crime cases. He had been doing this for over ten years and had seen it all.

But he had never seen anything like what happened last night.

After all, hundreds of people died, and the sheriff turned a blind eye.

The room was filled with the bigwigs of Tung Sing and Hung Hing, all of them with grim faces, looking like they'd swallowed gunpowder.

"Mr. Jiang,"

Team Leader Li began his interrogation, "Can you give me an explanation for what happened last night?"

Jiang Tiansheng sat in a chair with his hands crossed on his knees, his expression calm: "Team Leader Li, I was also a victim of what happened last night."

My territory was invaded, my brothers were killed, if you want an explanation, you should go find the person who started it.

Camel slammed his hand on the table: "Jiang Tiansheng, you're talking nonsense! It was your men who attacked the sand bugs first."

"The sand bug is dead, and the crown prince led his men to occupy the sand bug's territory. Now you're pretending to be innocent?"

Jiang Tiansheng looked at him calmly: "Camel, you need evidence to back up your claims. You said my men attacked the sand bugs, where's the evidence?"

"Evidence? The sand bug's corpse is the evidence!"

"The sand bug's body only proves that he is dead, not who killed him."

Jiang Tiansheng paused, "Besides, what is Sha Meng trying to do by taking people to Mong Kok? He's not just going there for tea, is he?"

The camel's face flushed red: "You—"

"That's enough!"

Team Leader Li slammed his hand on the table, interrupting the two men's argument, "This is a police station, not a place for you to fight."

Neither of them spoke, but neither was willing to concede to the other.

Liang Kun sat next to Jiang Tiansheng, crossed his legs, and looked at the camel with a half-smile, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

The camel noticed his gaze, and its expression darkened further.

"You little brat, you think you're so tough, huh? Let's see how long you can keep it up."

Liang Kun exhaled a smoke ring and said slowly, "Camel, what are you talking about? Whether I jump or not is none of your business."

You should worry about yourself. Three of the Five Tigers of Tung Sing are dead. How are you going to explain this to your brothers when you get back?"

The camel suddenly stood up: "Handsome Kun, say that again!"

"I said, three of the five tigers of Tung Sing are dead."

Handsome Kun stood up as well, refusing to back down. "What? Did I say something wrong? Crow is dead, Smiling Tiger is dead, Sandman is dead. What else does Tung Sing have left to fight?"

Camel's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, veins bulging, he stared at Liang Kun like a wild beast ready to devour him.

You think you can fight?

Is that you, Lung Kwan?

You're going to die!

"sit down!"

Team Leader Li shouted sternly, "This is a police station! What do you think you're doing? Want to start a fight here? Believe me, you'll all be arrested!"

The two looked at each other for a few seconds before slowly sitting down.

Liang Kun lit another cigarette, while Camel picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, and then slammed it down.

Team Leader Li rubbed his temples, feeling his blood pressure rise again.

The police chief wanted to downplay the incident and resolve it peacefully, which clearly came at the cost of receiving substantial benefits. It's also possible that both Hung Hing and Tung Sing hired people from the United States to suppress the matter.

He looked up at Jiang Tiansheng and the camel: "You both have your own version of events from last night, but regardless of who is right or wrong, so many people have died, and someone has to take responsibility."

Jiang Tiansheng looked at him: "Team Leader Li, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean?"

Team Leader Li retorted, "You should know the rules."

Jiang Tiansheng was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I'll go back and make the arrangements."

The camel nodded: "I'll go back and make the arrangements too."

It's just a matter of assigning people to take the blame; they're familiar with the process.

Team Leader Li closed the case file and stood up: "That's settled then, you can leave now."

Jiang Tiansheng stood up, straightened his suit, and turned to walk towards the door.

Liang Kun followed behind him, and stopped again when he passed Camel: "Camel, take care of yourself. If you get sick, your Tung Sing will still need you."

The camel stared at him, saying nothing, its eyes cold.

Liang Kun smiled and left.

Camel sat in the chair, watching Jiang Tiansheng and the others disappear through the door, his hand clenching the water glass so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

The underling next to him asked cautiously, "Boss, shall we go too?"

Camel stood up, slammed the water glass down on the table, splashing water all over it, and strode out of the interrogation room, his henchmen quickly following behind.

Team Leader Li stood by the window, watching the two groups leave, and lit a cigarette.

A nearby officer leaned over and asked, "Team leader, are we just going to let this go?"

Team Leader Li exhaled a puff of smoke and looked out the window: "What else can we do but forget about it? They have scapegoats, lawyers, and media."

"You arrest them, someone will come to bail them out tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow they'll be in the newspapers saying the police abused their power."

He shook his head. "Hong Kong isn't under our control. The higher-ups are the Americans."

The officer remained silent.

Team Leader Li threw away his cigarette butt, turned around, and left.

I don't know when it started, but Hong Kong has become utterly corrupt.

Lin Tian also agreed, saying that Hong Kong has been thoroughly saturated with various storylines.

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