Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

In the early hours of the morning in Hong Kong, the neon lights were still flashing, but there were hardly any people on the streets.

Big D sat on the sofa in the villa, a cigarette between his fingers, the ash piled up quite a bit, but he didn't flick it off.

His eyes were fixed on the mobile phone on the coffee table, and he didn't move.

Less than two hours have passed since Uncle Deng left, and he has been waiting for a phone call from someone.

The mobile phone suddenly vibrated. Big D grabbed the phone and saw the caller ID. His heart skipped a beat.

"Hello!"

There were only two words on the other end of the phone, spoken softly and crisply: "I've cleaned up the mess."

Then it hung up.

beep-

Big D stood there, stunned. His older brother held the phone to his ear and wouldn't put it down for a long time, unable to believe his ears.

"Cleaned up"—this was the secret code he and Lin Tian agreed upon, meaning it was all done.

Has it been two hours since Uncle Deng left here?

He glanced at the clock on the wall; less than two hours, fifty-eight minutes and... a dozen seconds.

Big D swallowed hard, a chill running down his spine.

Those were the founding members of Wo Shing Wo, and they were killed just like that?

He gritted his teeth, stood up, and put his phone in his pocket.

"Someone come here!"

Several henchmen ran in from outside, all looking nervous.

"Big brother, what's the matter?"

"Come out with me."

Big D picked up the car keys on the table. "Call a few more brothers."

"Where to?"

"Wan Chai".

The car sped through the night, with Big D sitting in the back seat, watching the street scenes rushing past the window.

My heart was beating fast; I couldn't tell if it was excitement or happiness.

The car stopped on a street in Wan Chai.

The area ahead was cordoned off, with flashing police lights illuminating half the street with blinding red and blue light.

A dozen or so police officers were busy at work, some taking photos, some conducting an investigation, and some carrying a stretcher.

A crowd of onlookers had gathered outside the police cordon, some whispering and others craning their necks to peer inside.

Big D got out of the car, stood outside the police line, lit a cigarette, and stared at the door. The door was open, and one body after another was carried out from inside.

"Isn't that so-and-so? Our partner from Lian Sheng..." someone muttered quietly nearby.

Shh, keep your voice down, don't cause trouble.

Big D took a deep drag of his cigarette, exhaling smoke through his nose.

The white cloth swayed gently on the stretcher, revealing a pale hand hanging outside the stretcher, its fingers slightly bent as if grasping something.

His face was as white as paper, his lips were bloodless, his eyes were closed, and wrinkles were etched between his brows.

Secondly, the fat old man's body was carried out.

The white cloth couldn't cover his round belly.

The third one is a thin old man who looks very old.

The fourth, the fifth... Big D smoked one cigarette after another. He had known these people since he was a child.

He went with Ah Le to pay their respects for the New Year and addressed them as uncles and elders.

Now they are dead.

"Brother D, that looks like..." A henchman next to him recognized the skinny old man and exclaimed in surprise.

Big D flicked his cigarette ash, his voice cold: "See what you should see, and don't say what you shouldn't say."

The underling swallowed hard, lowered his head, and dared not raise it again.

The last one is Uncle Deng.

It was particularly glaring under the light, but he slept very peacefully.

Looking at that face, Big D felt a mix of emotions. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out.

"Let's go."

He turned and got into the car.

The car door closed.

Big D leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.

The car started and drove into the night.

"Big brother, where are we going?"

"Go back and gather all the brothers."

"all?"

"all."

Big D opened his eyes. "After tonight, there will only be Sun Wo Luen Shing in Hong Kong, no more Hung Moen and Luen Shing."

At four o'clock in the morning, the headquarters of Wo Luen Shing was brightly lit.

The hall was packed with people, a sea of ​​black.

There were elderly people, middle-aged people, and young people, all of them looking nervous and whispering to each other.

They didn't know what had happened; Big D gathering everyone so late at night meant something serious must have occurred.

Big D came downstairs, dressed in a black suit, his hair neatly combed.

He stood on the stairs looking down at the people below, his voice growing quieter.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have gathered you all here today to announce something."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear: "Uncle Deng is dead, and several other uncles are also dead."

The hall erupted in chaos.

"What? Uncle Deng is dead?"

"How could that be? I saw him during the day!"

"Who did it?"

Big D raised his hand, signaling for quiet.

"The murderer is still under investigation, that's not the point. The point is that Uncle Deng and his uncles are gone, and the Wo Luen Shing cannot be without a leader for even a day."

The hall fell silent again.

Everyone was waiting for him to speak.

"I, Big D, am going to be the leader of Wo Shing Wo today. Who agrees? Who disagrees?"

No one spoke.

Those who usually opposed him, those who supported Ah Le, and those who were on the sidelines all fell silent.

Uncle Deng is dead, my uncles are dead, Ah Le is dead, who else can compete with Big D?

Oppose?

What grounds do you have to object?

Risk your life?

The deaths of Ah Lok, Uncle Deng, and the others are definitely related to Big D; he is the one who reaped the greatest benefits.

A slow smile crept onto Big D's lips.

"No one objects? That's great."

With a wave of his hand, his underlings brought out tea sets that had been prepared beforehand. "From today onwards, Wo Luen Shing will be renamed Sun Wo Luen Shing. I am the first leader of Sun Wo Luen Shing."

Before dawn, the news had spread throughout Hong Kong.

The elders of Wo Luen Shing all died overnight.

Big D took over Wo Luen Shing and renamed it New Wo Luen Shing.

Some of Deng Bo's former subordinates surrendered, some fled, and some were purged.

Big D's power expanded several times over overnight, making him one of the most powerful underworld bosses in Hong Kong.

After daybreak, Big D stood by the window, looked at the sunlight outside, and lit a cigarette.

The thought of Lin Tian's abilities sent another chill down her spine.

One hundred million was well spent.

He picked up his cell phone and dialed a number. "Lin Tian, ​​thank you."

A crisp voice came from the other end of the phone: "Remember to settle the final payment."

"Definitely, definitely."

Big D nodded repeatedly, "I'll have someone send it over right away. By the way, I'd also like to learn some self-defense skills from you, just like my cousin. Money is no object."

"No problem, the rules are the same."

"I understand, I understand."

"Okay! By the way, go to the hospital and see Ah Le's body. I want you to watch his body be cremated and turned to ashes."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

After hanging up the phone, Big D leaned back in his chair, let out a long sigh, and put on his coat.

"Someone, go to the hospital. I need to see my beloved brother, Ah Le, and give him his final farewell."

In an instant, cars began to drive out of the villa.

Meanwhile, at Villa D, there were three people in the bathroom and five people on guard duty, all carrying weapons, posing a threat and showing no fear of the police coming to their door.

Now, which triad leader in Hong Kong hasn't done this? Those who haven't are already out of a job.

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