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Big D hung up the phone, his smile still lingering, when the door was pushed open.

The younger brother rushed in, his hands trembling: "Brother D, Uncle Deng is here!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Uncle Deng came in from behind.

His eyes were clear and sharp, like an eagle's, and he was staring intently at Big D, as if he wanted to tear a piece of flesh from him.

Sure enough, as the saying goes, old age makes one wiser.

Big D stopped smiling, stood up, and pretended to pull out a chair for Uncle Deng: "Uncle Deng, what brings you here? Please sit down, please sit down."

Uncle Deng glanced at him, then without sitting down, directly questioned, "Did you kill Ah Le?"

Big D sighed and spread his hands innocently: "Uncle Deng, you're senile. Hong Kong is in such a mess these days. He was stabbed to death by outsiders. How can you blame me?"

Why don't you say that I was responsible for the destruction of Dongxing? And that I was responsible for the near destruction of Xiaorizi?

When you get old, you should just stay at home and enjoy your retirement. Can't you use your brain to think about that?

"Just because he died, I'm the one who benefits. If that's what you think, there's nothing I can do."

Uncle Deng's face turned red with anger, and he slammed his cane heavily on the ground: "Big D, don't try to fool me. Ah Le is perfectly fine, how come he was stabbed as soon as he stepped out the door? Who dares to touch him?"

Big D shrugged, a faint smile playing on his lips: "You'll have to ask the police. Don't you have good connections with the police station? One phone call and you'll find out. Why are you asking me? I'm not a cop."

Uncle Deng stared at him, his wrinkled face full of anger.

He knew it was Big D who did it, but he had no proof.

Even if there is evidence, so what?

Ah Le is dead; the dead cannot be brought back to life.

Wo Luen Shing needs a new leader, and Big D has been eyeing the position for a long time.

Even if Ah Le wasn't harmed by you,

Uncle Deng took a deep breath. "What do you mean by creating a new Wo Shing Pharma? Are you trying to split Wo Shing Pharma?"

Big D sighed again, his expression even more helpless than before: "Uncle Deng, you're really getting senile."

He walked up to Uncle Deng, looked him straight in the eye, and said, word by word, "Wo Luen Shing is still a branch of the Hung Society, so may I say that you old fogies are splitting the Hung Society?"

"You...you..." Uncle Deng pointed at Big D, his finger trembling.

Big D's voice turned cold. "Uncle Deng, don't get angry. Getting angry is bad for your health. You're old and can't take any more stress. If you die here, I'll really have no way to express my feelings."

Hong Kong is different now, and so are the triads. Your old rules don't work anymore.

The underworld is no longer about human relationships and worldly affairs; it's all about fighting and killing. Look at Tung Sing, Uncle Deng. You don't want to become the second Tung Sing with Luen Shing, do you?

Uncle Deng was trembling with anger, glaring fiercely at Big D: "Big D, you're very good, very good."

Big D laughed, but it was a cold laugh: "Uncle Deng, you're getting old. It's time for young people like me to take over the Hongmen."

Uncle Deng stared at him, his eyes filled with anger.

Having been a veteran of Wo Shing for so many years, no one had ever dared to speak to him like that before; Big D was the first.

He took a deep breath, his voice hoarse and aged, yet carrying an undeniable strength, "Big D, it seems you intend to go against the Hongmen."

Big D laughed: "Uncle Deng, you can't represent the Hongmen. You're just an old man who's about to die. Don't take yourself too seriously."

Uncle Deng glanced at him, turned and walked away, stopping at the door without looking back: "You'll regret this."

Big D curled his lip in disdain.

The old man walked very slowly, and as Big D watched his retreating figure, the smile on his lips slowly faded.

Uncle Deng will not let this go; he will deal with me.

But he wasn't afraid. He had powerful backers: his cousin, Hung Hing's leader, Liang Kun, and Lin Tian, ​​the boy who could kill Feng Yuxiu at the age of eight.

Uncle Deng walked out of the villa and got into the car.

The car door closed, he leaned back in his seat, and closed his eyes.

Ah Lok is dead, Big D has rebelled, and the Wo Shing Wo is about to change power.

He can't let Big D succeed, otherwise the Wo Shing Wo will be finished.

The assistant beside him asked cautiously, "Uncle Deng, are you alright?"

"fine."

Uncle Deng opened his eyes and looked out the window. "Go and gather everyone for a meeting. It's time to get those old guys moving, or they'll really think that Wo Shing is all that kid's.

Half an hour later, Uncle Deng met with the other veterans of Wo Luen Shing in a teahouse in Wan Chai.

The group of old men, not much younger than Uncle Deng, had gray hair, wrinkled faces, but were all in good spirits.

Several people sat around a mahogany table, the aroma of tea wafting through the air.

Uncle Deng sat in the main seat, and everyone had a solemn expression.

They had already heard the news of Ah Le's murder.

Uncle Deng sat down, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put it down: "Ah Le is dead."

"Who did it?" an old man with gray hair asked.

Uncle Deng looked at him: "Who do you think it is?"

No one speaks.

They certainly knew who it was, but they had no proof.

Even if there is evidence, so what?

Big D has hundreds of men under his command, and with the backing of Hung Hing, they can't touch him.

Looking at those old faces, Uncle Deng felt a chill in his heart.

These old guys are usually fiercely competitive for power and profit, but when it comes to real trouble, they all become cowards.

"Big D wants to split up and form an alliance."

Uncle Deng's voice rose a little, "Are you just going to stand by and watch him act recklessly?"

Another old man sighed, "Uncle Deng, it's not that we don't want to get involved, it's that we can't. Big D has so many men under his command, what do we have? A few old lives?"

Uncle Deng was silent for a moment. He knew that relying on these old guys wouldn't work.

They'll only hold us back.

Uncle Deng swindled, "You think you can stay out of trouble if you don't interfere? Big D created the Sun Wo Luen Shing to swallow it up. After swallowing it up, do you think you can sit here and drink tea in peace? You'll probably just have a few more corpses at the bottom of the sea."

The old men's faces all turned grim.

"That Big D kid is outrageous!"

A fat old man slammed his fist on the table. "Ah Lok is dead! Did he think Wo Shing was his now? Dream on!"

"Exactly!" another thin old man chimed in. "Uncle Deng, what do you suggest? We'll do as you say."

Uncle Deng picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put it down.

"Big D wants to be the leader, fine, but he can't do it this way. Splitting the organization is unjust."

Forcing the elders is unfilial. A person who is unjust and unfilial has no right to be the head of Wo Shing Pharma.

"So, what Uncle Deng means is..."

"He's gotten too big for his britches now and thinks he's all that."

Uncle Deng's voice was slow but firm: "We need to let him know that Wo Luen Shing doesn't just belong to him alone; there are us old bones here too. As long as we're alive, he can't turn the tables."

The old men nodded in agreement and began to discuss how to deal with Big D.

Some suggested hiring an assassin, some suggested hiring the police, and others suggested stabilizing Big D first and then slowly working on him.

Uncle Deng listened to their heated debate without making a comment.

After they finished arguing, he finally spoke up: "Don't rush, let's see what his next move is. He's in a hurry, but we shouldn't be."

He's young and impetuous, prone to making mistakes. We should wait for him to make a mistake, then strike decisively.

"Uncle Deng is brilliant!" The fat old man gave a thumbs up.

Uncle Deng shook his head and didn't say anything. What a pack of greedy wolves! They've been threatened, and now they know to unite.

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