Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

at the same time:

With his men, Liang Kun drove into Mong Kok in a grand procession. This was the former territory of Tung Sing, but now that Tung Sing was gone, these territories had become ownerless.

First come, first served.

Whoever has the most guns is the boss.

Hundreds of people, a dark mass, completely blocked the street.

Liang Kun sat in the black Mercedes at the front, legs crossed, cigar in his mouth, watching the street scene rushing past the window.

A smug, arrogant, and obnoxious smile played on his lips.

"Brother, the sand bug's old territory is just ahead."

The driver pointed to a building by the roadside, "That's a nightclub, the old stronghold of the Sandworms."

Liang Kun glanced at the building and nodded: "Stop."

The car stopped.

Liang Kun opened the car door and got out.

He straightened his suit, puffed on a cigar, and swaggered toward the building.

Hundreds of people followed him, their footsteps perfectly synchronized, like a military parade.

The nightclub doors were closed, and two of Tung Sing's underlings stood at the entrance, their faces pale and their legs trembling.

When they saw Leung Kwan approaching, they instinctively took a step back.

"Your leader is dead, your Tung Sing is finished."

Young Kun stood in front of them and said, "From today onwards, this place belongs to me, Young Kun. If you want to follow me, stand on the left. If you don't, stand on the right and get lost."

The two underlings looked at each other, then obediently stood on the left.

Liang Kun smiled, pushed open the door, and went inside.

The nightclub was empty, with a few of Tung Sing's underlings huddled in a corner like frightened mice.

Liang Kun glanced at them but didn't say anything.

Find a seat, cross your legs.

"Call your manager here."

One of the underlings left meekly.

A moment later, a middle-aged man in his forties walked in, wearing a floral shirt.

"Brother Kun, what brings you here?"

Ah Qiang bent over, rubbing his hands together like a lapdog.

Liang Kun flicked his cigarette ash: "From today onwards, this place belongs to me. If you don't want to work here, you can leave. If you want to work here, you can stay. You'll still get paid."

Ah Qiang's lips twitched.

Of course he wanted to stay, but Tung Sing was finished. He needed to find a backer. It didn't matter where he worked, as long as he had money.

It's just a change of boss.

"Brother Kun is the new leader of Hung Hing; he's powerful and reliable." He nodded, "Thank you, Brother Kun."

Liang Kun waved his hand: "Go down and clean up the place. We'll open for business tomorrow."

Ah Qiang responded and left.

Liang Kun sat on the sofa, smoking a cigar, waiting for his men to take over the other venues.

Just then, one of the henchmen rushed in in a panic.

"Brother, something terrible has happened! The Wo Shing Wo people are here!"

Liang Kun frowned slightly.

Wo Luen Shing, another major triad society in Hong Kong, has always stood alongside Hung Hing and Tung Sing as one of the three major powers.

Now that Tung Sing is finished, Wo Luen Shing will definitely want a piece of the pie.

But he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

Who's leading the team?

"Big D".

That guy who wanted to mess with Sun Wo Luen Shing?

Liang Kun stood up, straightened his suit, put on a cigar, and walked out of the nightclub.

Outside, another group of people appeared on the street.

A dense, dark mass, no fewer than the number of people he brought.

Big D, a formidable general of Wo Shing Wo.

The two stared at each other, and the air seemed to freeze.

"Big D, what are you doing here?"

Big D took a step forward. "Brother Kun, you're fucking greedy! You think you Hung Hing can just take over Tung Sing's territory all by yourself?"

Liang Kun smiled.

"I took over Tung Sing, so the territory naturally belongs to Hung Hing. What, you and Luen Shing also want a piece of the pie?"

"Want a share?"

Big D sneered, "Tung Sing's territory doesn't belong to Hung Hing anymore. Whoever occupies it first gets to keep it. It's not too much for us and Luen Shing to take a few pieces too, is it?"

"Not excessive."

Handsome Kun nodded. "But the question is, what will you use to occupy it?"

He clapped his hands.

Hundreds of people behind him simultaneously drew their guns from their waists.

A dark mass of people, guns pointed at the Wo Luen Shing FC members.

Their movements were synchronized and crisp, clearly demonstrating their high level of training.

Big D's expression changed as he stared at the dark gun barrels, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

The people behind him panicked as well. Some backed away, while others reached for the guns at their waists but dared not draw them.

Only because

Only Big D's cronies have guns, a pitiful three or five guns, what's the use?

What can we use to fight?

"Handsome Kun, you...you're fucking insane?"

Big D's voice trembled slightly, "So many people carrying guns, what do you want to do? Try to incite public outrage? Aren't you afraid the police will arrest you?"

Handsome Kun shrugged: "There's nothing we can do. It's not safe these days. I don't feel at ease if I go out without carrying some weapons. Big D, don't you think so?"

As for the note?

Let's see if they dare. Turning a blind eye is fine, but if they push me too far, we'll all have a go at it.

Big D stared at Liang Kun, not expecting him to be so arrogant, not even afraid of the police, and even speaking rudely.

Liang Kun is really ruthless; he has hundreds of men, each armed with a gun.

Is this some kind of mafia?

This is the military.

"Handsome Kun, are you going to go head-to-head with me today?"

Young Kun shook his head: "I won't confront you head-on. I just want you to know that Hung Hing wants this territory."

You and the Luckin Coffee company want to take over? Fine, but you'll have to pay a price, otherwise…

He flicked his cigarette ash, his voice turning cold: "Big D, do you believe I can make sure none of you leave here today?"

Big D looked as if he had eaten shit.

Ah Lok didn't embarrass himself, but Leung Kwan, you've already found a way to die.

But he also knew that Leung Kwan wasn't joking.

With hundreds of guns, they would be sitting ducks if a real fight broke out.

Although he was reckless, he wasn't stupid.

"Fine, Ugly Kun, you're ruthless."

Big D gritted his teeth, waved his hand, and said, "Let's go!"

The men from Wo Luen Shing followed him and slunk away.

The streets were quiet again.

As Liang Kun watched their retreating figures, a mocking smile slowly crept onto his lips. He turned around and clapped his hands.

"Continue with the work."

The underlings put away their guns, leaving a portion of them behind to continue taking over Dongxing's territory.

Liang Kun stood on the side of the street, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled the smoke.

He knew that Big D wouldn't let this go easily.

Wo Luen Shing won't either.

Tonight's retreat is just a temporary concession; the real showdown is yet to come, but who's afraid of whom?

Inside the car, Big D sat in the back seat, his face ashen.

His strategist, Ah Jie, cautiously asked, "Brother D, are we just going to let it go like this?"

"never mind?"

Big D glared at him. "Forget it, how am I supposed to survive in Hong Kong now? That bastard, Handsome Kun, bullies people because he has a lot of guns. I'm going to get guns too, lots of guns."

Ah Jie nodded: "Brother D, I know an arms dealer who can get his hands on some goods."

"How much?"

"500 per bottle, discounts available for bulk orders."

Big D gritted his teeth: "Let's get a hundred first."

Ah Jie responded, while Big D leaned back in his seat, looking out the window with a cold gaze.

The world in Hong Kong has changed.

hacking and slashing with a broadsword might not work anymore.

Only by holding the truth in one's hands can one stand firm.

He touched the revolver at his waist, secretly vowing: "Handsome Kun, you wait. Once I get my hands on a gun, you'll be the first one I shoot."

And Ah Lok, the leader of Wo Luen Shing is my big D.

The car disappeared around the street corner.

As Liang Kun watched the taillights of that car, the smile on his lips slowly faded. He threw away his cigarette butt and stubbed it out with his foot.

"Brothers, let's speed things up. Today, we're going to take over all of Dongxing's territory."

"Tomorrow, I will ask my young friend Lin Tian to teach everyone Chinese Kung Fu. There can only be one voice in Hong Kong."

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