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The third piece of intelligence is about Snakehead Wei.

Lin Long's business scope is very wide, including selling intelligence, lending money at high interest rates, receiving and selling stolen goods, and working as a driver.

Snakehead Wei had borrowed 50,000 yuan from him, but when the first installment was due, he neither paid the principal nor the interest, and there was no further word from him.

Lin Long thought he had capsized and drowned at sea.

Unexpectedly, this guy not only survived, but also started making money by smuggling illegal immigrants from the mainland to Hong Kong Island.

If he doesn't smash Snakehead Wei's brains out, then Brother Tyrannosaurus will really have no way to survive in the underworld in the future.

Play one game, then go to sleep.

After reading the intelligence, Lin Long rolled over and pinned the sleeping Luo Huiling beneath him once more.

the next day.

10:00 AM.

The new store, renamed Ling Jie Tea Restaurant, officially opened on Temple Street.

Fat Goose, Thomas, and David lit firecrackers and fireworks. Under everyone's watchful eyes, Lin Long pulled down the red cloth from the signboard, revealing the new shop name.

Looking at the signboard of Sister Ling's Tea Restaurant, Luo Huiling covered her mouth in disbelief.

Looking into Lin Long's eyes, she was filled with emotion.

If the three Fang sisters hadn't been there, she would have already thrown herself into Lin Long's arms.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing!"

Just as the atmosphere was filled with joy, a group of gangsters pushed through the crowd and stormed in.

The gang leader, enraged, glanced at the new signboard and shouted into the crowd, "Who's the boss? Come out and pay your protection money!"

"You want protection money from me? What kind of gang are you?" Lin Long walked out.

"I'm from Hehexing. If you don't pay your protection money, do you believe I'll smash up your shop?"

Lin Long sized Huo Bao up and down. Well, he was a nobody he'd never seen before. It seemed like talking to him wouldn't work.

"I really don't believe it." Lin Long scoffed, preparing to make a move. Fat Goose, Thomas, and David immediately stepped forward and stood behind him.

Huo Bao felt that the other side had a fierce aura and was startled, but when he saw the twelve underlings behind him, he immediately felt his courage return.

With twelve against four, the advantage is in my hands.

Gangsters love to solve problems with force, especially when they have a numerical advantage, they become even more arrogant.

If they encounter resistance in collecting protection money, they will beat the person severely.

If they still don't pay, then I'll smash up the shop too.

Once the process is completed, 90% of people will give in and pay protection money.

Another 9.9% of people would choose to close their shops and run away.

Less than 0.1% of the truly stubborn ones will choose to fight to the bitter end.

The gangsters wouldn't hesitate to take action against this kind of person.

Because this is no longer just about collecting protection money; it would be seen as a challenge to their authority.

To establish their authority, gangsters would beat people to death, burn down shops, and even implicate the shop owner's family.

Seeing that Lin Long refused to pay protection money and that so many people were watching, Huo Bao decided to take action to establish his authority, otherwise he would definitely not be able to collect the protection money today.

He immediately waved his hand to his men: "Beat them!!"

The gangsters behind him swarmed forward, but Lin Long didn't take them seriously at all.

His current skills are akin to a game-changer against these people.

One punch and henchman is gone.

Not to mention that Mawby, Thomas, and David, who were behind him, also came up to help out in a very loyal way.

He took down more than a dozen thugs with just a few punches and kicks.

Hehexing's leader, Yanchanle, was eating at the tea restaurant next door, waiting for Huobao to finish collecting protection money with his men and hand it over.

In the end, he didn't get the money back, and his underling was even beaten up. Yan Chanle immediately brought his men over, wanting to see who was going against him.

"Brother, where are you from?" Yan Chanle didn't attack immediately, but asked who the other person was first, so as not to hit someone he shouldn't have.

People in the underworld give me face and call me Brother Tyrannosaurus.

"This shop is under my protection. Be smart and don't cause trouble."

Yan Chanle raised an eyebrow. Although he was a member of the Temple Street gang, he had heard of Lin Long's name.

It is said that he can kill a bull with one punch, and is even more powerful than Wei Ye, who can kill a horse with one punch in Guan Yong.

However, Lin Long wasn't a gangster, yet he still managed to take down more than a dozen of his men in front of so many people.

If we just let it go like this, how will he ever face the world again?

So Yanchan Le showed Lin Long no respect whatsoever and immediately retorted angrily, "Tyrannosaurus Rex? I'm a Tyrannosaurus Rex!"

"Let me tell you, this whole street is my territory. If you don't pay protection money, I'll burn down your shop and make you unemployed."

"Did you hear me, you bastard?!"

Lin Long was amused by Yan Chanle's boastful words: "Damn, you're just bragging without thinking. Is Temple Street your territory?"

"Let's talk about it after you've dealt with Tang Twelve."

Tang Twelve is the godson of Chen Zhichao, one of the three major figures in Hong Kong's underworld and legitimate society; Lui Lok, Lam Kong, Han Sen, and Yan Xiong, the four major drug lords; Crippled Ho, Fat Boy Kun, and the Ma brothers; and Xia Jie, the nightclub emperor, and Tang Qiushui.

Although the era of these people has passed, Tang Twelve still became the nominal head of Temple Street by virtue of the names they left behind, with hundreds or even thousands of underlings under his command, and ordinary people dare not provoke him.

However, Tang Twelve didn't have that much ambition, and he didn't care much about territory. He usually just did some gray-area business that skirted the edge of legality to make money.

Therefore, out of consideration for the past favors left by the four chief detectives and the four drug lords, the old guys from various gangs and organizations did not take any dirty tricks against Tang Twelve. They simply divided up the drug trafficking, smuggling, and protection money collection businesses in Temple Street.

Now, Yanchanle claims that Temple Street is his territory, which seems ridiculous to outsiders.

Yan Chan was delighted to be mocked by Lin Long, and immediately flew into a rage: "Damn it, even the Heavenly King himself can't save you today!"

"Beat them!!!" Enraged, Yan Chanle's men grabbed their weapons and were about to attack.

"stop!!"

At that moment, a dignified voice came from behind them.

"Who the hell is it!" Yan Chanle turned around aggressively, wanting to see who dared to stop him.

"it's me."

The crowd parted to make way for the bald elder of Hehexing, who walked over surrounded by his underlings.

"Bald Master? What brings you here?" Upon seeing that he was a veteran of the gang, Yan Chan immediately dropped his arrogant attitude.

"Ah Long, I heard from the underlings yesterday that you opened a shop here, so I came here to deliver a flower basket to congratulate you on your opening."

The bald man ignored Yan Chanle and went straight to Lin Long. He beckoned, and his underlings brought over twenty-four flower baskets, which were placed at the entrances on both sides.

"Baldy, you're too kind," Lin Long said with a smile. He had bought four flower baskets for his business opening, but Baldy sent him twenty-four in one go. He certainly made a grand gesture.

"Hey, you saved my son's life, what's a few flower baskets to you?"

"That bastard is Big Eyes. You wait, I'll take care of him for you."