Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

An afternoon in Tsim Sha Tsui.

The sunlight was so bright that it was hard to open one's eyes.

The streets were bustling with people, tourists, office workers, all jostling together.

Ah Lok came out of the tea restaurant alone.

I just finished lunch and was getting ready to go to the dock to check out the goods.

His underlings were still inside picking their teeth, but he was too lazy to wait and wanted to walk a few steps to get some fresh air.

Ah Lok walked at a moderate pace, his hands in his pockets, head down, lost in thought. The recent events with Luen Shing were troubling him.

Big D, that brute, is recruiting people everywhere, wanting to become the head of Sun Wo Luen Shing.

Deng Bo and his gang of old fogies refused to relinquish power and wanted to find some kind of dragon head cane. He was fighting fiercely with Big D.

"Brother Le!" one of his underlings called out, chasing after him. "Wait for me!"

Ah Le waved his hand: "You guys eat, I'm going to the docks to take a look."

"But……"

"Stop nagging."

The younger brother dared not say anything more, and stood at the entrance of the tea restaurant watching his figure disappear into the crowd.

Ah Le turned into a narrow alley, a shortcut to the dock that he had been taking for over a decade.

The alley was narrow, with old buildings on both sides, their walls peeling and air conditioner units dripping water.

The ground was wet and glistening with oil.

There were several fruit vendors at the alley entrance, and when they saw Ah Le, they all greeted him in hushed tones.

Ah Le nodded without stopping.

Suddenly, two teenagers rushed out from the depths of the alley.

They ran very fast and urgently, as if being chased by something.

Ah Le instinctively moved aside, but the alley was too narrow and he couldn't move.

The two people flanked him, one on each side.

Ah Le frowned and was about to speak when he suddenly felt a chill in his abdomen.

He looked down and saw a dagger stuck in his stomach, the hilt held in the hand of a boy.

That face was very young, fifteen or sixteen years old. There was no fear or anger in his eyes, only an indescribable indifference.

"You guys..." Ah Le's voice caught in his throat.

The boy pulled out his dagger and stabbed the boy again.

The second cut, the third cut, the fourth cut... Ah Le's body trembled, blood gushed from the wounds, soaking his jacket.

He wanted to shout, but his throat felt like it was blocked by blood. He wanted to grab the two boys, but he couldn't lift his arms.

He took a step back, his back hit the wall, and he slowly slid down.

The two boys released their grip, the dagger still embedded in Ah Le's body, its hilt facing outwards, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

They exchanged a glance, then turned and ran.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the alley, growing farther and farther away, lighter and lighter, until finally disappearing into the noisy street.

Ah Le leaned against the wall, blood still flowing, dripping from the hem of his jacket and pooling on the ground.

My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and my vision is getting blurrier and blurrier.

He heard someone calling him from afar, the voice sounding very distant, as if it came from the horizon.

I wanted to respond, but I couldn't open my mouth.

I wanted to breathe, but it felt like a huge rock was pressing on my chest.

"Brother Le! Brother Le!"

The underlings finally arrived.

They walked behind, grumbling and complaining that Brother Le was walking too fast.

Then they turned into the alley and saw Ah Lok.

Ah Le leaned against the wall, his face pale, with a pool of blood beneath him.

His jacket was soaked in blood, sticking to his body stickily. His eyes were half-open, and his pupils were dilated.

One of his underlings rushed over and supported his shoulder.

My hands were covered in blood; it was warm and sticky.

"Brother Le! Brother Le, wake up! Call an ambulance! Hurry!"

One of the henchmen pulled out his phone, his hands trembling, and it took him several tries to get through.

Another henchman squatted down, reached out to check Ah Le's breathing, and then felt his carotid artery. His face turned pale instantly.

"She's...she's not breathing anymore..."

The alleyway fell silent for a moment.

Then, cries, curses, and phone calls mingled together.

Some people knelt on the ground and cried, some leaned against the wall and smoked, and some squatted in the corner in silence.

Ah Le's underlings usually live a life of luxury and privilege under his patronage.

Now that he's dead, they're like people without a leader, completely lost and bewildered.

The leader was a man in his thirties, nicknamed "A-Qiang," who had been following A-Le for ten years.

He squatted down beside Ah Le, expressionless, but his hands were trembling as he spoke to the roadside vendors:

"Who did it?"

"I don't know him."

A nearby vendor said, "Two teenagers rushed out of the alley just now, grabbed knives and started stabbing people. After they finished, they ran back into the alley."

Ah Qiang stood up and looked into the depths of the alley.

At the end of the alley is a side street leading to the most bustling area of ​​Tsim Sha Tsui.

The killer must have already blended into the crowd. Looking for them?

Finding a needle in a haystack.

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Uncle Deng, something's happened to Brother Le."

After hanging up the phone, he turned around and looked at his underlings who were still immersed in grief.

"Stop crying, what's the use of crying? Get Brother Le to the hospital first, then keep the news under wraps and don't let anyone know."

"But Brother Qiang..."

"No buts."

Ah-Qiang interrupted him, "Big D is still eyeing us covetously. If he finds out that Lok is dead, Wo Shing will be finished. Do you want to see Big D become the leader?"

The underlings fell silent.

Of course they didn't want to, but Ah Le is dead, what can they do?

Ah-Qiang didn't know either, but he knew that now was not the time to be sad.

The ambulance has arrived.

Ah-Qiang watched as Ah-Le's body was lifted into the ambulance.

"Brother Qiang, what's the next step?" one of the henchmen asked as he approached.

Ah Qiang lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled the smoke.

"Let's go back first and call a meeting. Brother Le is gone, so we need to discuss what's to come."

He paused, glanced into the depths of the alley, and said, "Also, send people to investigate. Those two thugs must be found. Whoever ordered them, they must pay the price."

The younger brother nodded and turned to make the arrangements.

Ah-Qiang stood alone at the alley entrance, smoking one cigarette after another.

He looked at the crowds coming and going on the street, at the laughing tourists, and at the couples holding hands sweetly.

Nobody knows that someone just died here, and nobody cares.

This is the world of martial arts, where human life is as worthless as grass.

With Brother Lok dead, Big D has become the sole ruler.

The fortunes of Wo Luen Shing are about to change.

I need to think about myself.

"No need to think about it anymore, that's settled. They're both on our side. If my Big D gets a bite of meat, then every brother should get a bite of broth."

Big D abruptly ended the call he had just received. Yes, Ah Le was the one who had been killed.

They found two young men eager for fame, and that was it.

It's that simple.

There was no fierce battle.

Then Big D called Handsome Kun and asked him to tell Lam Tin that Lok was dead and it was his turn to finish things up.

When Lin Tian received the call, he was teaching someone martial arts. Liang Kun relayed Big D's message directly.

Lin Tian shook his head. He hadn't expected that it would take almost ten or twenty days for Big D to kill Ah Le. He wondered if Ah Le would turn into a zombie.

After all, Ah Lok is played by Simon Yam.

People with the surname Ren are not simple characters. In movies and TV shows such as "Mr. Zombie" and "Musical Zombie", those with the surname Ren turn into zombies after death and are very ferocious.

In the movie "My Date with a Vampire" starring Simon Yam, he plays Jiang Chen, the true ancestor of the zombies, and both characters share the surname Yam.

Think carefully!

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