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Chapter 96 I'm happy you called me, but I don't like what you did.

"Boss, the men are all taken care of." The plane called Lin Long to report.

"Clean it up."

"Besides, Shenghetang doesn't have any tough guys left, let's swallow it up."

"I understand." The plane nodded in agreement.

late at night.

Old Bai felt a chill on his neck and woke up with a start. Using the moonlight streaming through the window, he saw a figure standing beside his bed and trembled instantly: "Who...who are you?"

"Who I am is not important," Lin Long said calmly. "What's important is what you're willing to give to buy your life."

He added casually, "Friendly reminder, there's no need to mention what's in your safe."

"I have money! I have a sum of money!" Old Bai instantly realized the situation and dared not waste any words. He hurriedly confessed the truth: "I have a unit in Tai Kok Tsui, where I keep a sum of money."

Lin Long raised an eyebrow, not expecting this old man to actually have something to hide: "Address."

No. 188 Fuquan Street.

"Snap!"

Lin Long transformed the short knife back into the shape of a ring, reached out and grabbed Lao Bai's neck, using his knuckles to crush Lao Bai's throat and neck bones together.

Old Bai died on the spot.

Lin Long casually put the corpse into the system space, turned around and walked to the safe. He gently turned the master key, and the door opened.

There weren't many items inside: bundles of Hong Kong dollars (about 30 bundles), a layer of gold and silver jewelry, and two Rolex gold watches.

Lin Long put everything into the system space at once, deliberately leaving the safe door open to create the illusion that Lao Bai had run away.

More than ten minutes later, at 188 Fuk Chuen Street, Tai Kok Tsui.

Lin Long glanced at the doorplate, confirmed that no one was inside, and then used his key to open the door and enter.

After entering the house, they quickly found another safe and opened it with practiced ease.

A glint of light flashed in Lin Long's eyes when he saw the cabinet full of cash and jewelry.

He thought the old man was a poor wretch because of the few things he found at Lao Bai's house, but he never expected that his real fortune was hidden here.

There were over fifty bundles of US dollars alone, and the rest were almost entirely stolen jewelry. The appraisal of the stolen goods showed that they were all black market goods stolen from major gold shops and jewelry stores.

Some of these deals were even transactions he and Laba handled, presumably gifts Laba had given to Lao Bai, which the old man hadn't dared to sell, thus benefiting him instead.

Without further thought, Lin Long threw all the gold and silver jewelry, along with the $500,000 he had received that night, into the All Things Recycling System.

Although directly recovering US dollars is not cost-effective, he already had nearly 100 million Hong Kong dollars in cash stored in his system space.

The most cost-effective option is to launder this tainted money into a bank account through the Wanwu Recycling System.

With the recovery of this batch of stolen goods and money tonight, Lin Long made a net profit of HK$7.45 million.

After one night.

Longtang has already swallowed up all the branches and territories of Shenghetang.

Shenghetang was already leaderless, consisting only of a group of scattered soldiers who were completely unable to organize any decent resistance. They were overwhelmed by airplanes and flying weapons.

Sangbo and his two companions chased after them, hacking and slashing.

Several minor leaders who attempted to retaliate were either killed or fled, all being driven out of their original territories.

At this point, all of Shenghetang's territory fell into the hands of Longtang.

Of course, taking over territory is just the beginning; the key is how to hold onto it.

Yau Tsim Mong is the most chaotic area in Hong Kong in terms of triad power. Once one gang is destroyed, countless wolves will immediately be eyeing it, waiting to take a share of the spoils.

The Dragon Hall is still establishing itself, and the surrounding forces are already eager to make their move, just waiting for nightfall to seize territory.

The daytime is ultimately the world of the police.

Unless something extremely serious happens, gangs will not easily engage in a daytime conflict.

In recent years, Shenghetang's power has declined and its territory has shrunk. Now, its remaining area of ​​influence is concentrated in the area of ​​Songshu Street and Tongwei Road.

The neighboring forces are He Liansheng, Number Gang, Renyi Society and Hong Le Gang, as well as a group of scattered gangs composed of South Asians.

However, although these gangs have impressive reputations, there are very few that can truly threaten the Dragon Hall.

The territory of the He Lian Sheng gang was scattered, with only one branch in Tai Kok Tsui. The branch leader, Huo Niu, was a cautious and timid person who preferred to maintain the status quo.

The Number Gang here only has a small group of people with the character "孝" (filial piety), which is decent but not enough to overthrow the Dragon Hall.

The head of the Renyi Society has just died, and it is unlikely to take any action before a new leader is elected.

Although the Hung Lok Gang is not one of the four major triads in Mong Kok, its influence is entrenched in Mong Kok, making it the most threatening of the Lung Hall among the four triads.

As for those South Asians, they are nothing but a bunch of lowly rats, not worth mentioning.

As she expected, on the night of the second day, Lian Sheng Huo Niu sent a team to probe the situation. Da Dong, the leader of the Xiao Zi Dui gang, personally led the team, but Ren Yi She remained silent.

Hong Le Gang had the most men; Little Tyrant brought over a hundred to seize territory.

Airplane, Fei Quan, and Sang Bo led their men to drive back the Number Gang and Hong Le Gang.

After testing the waters, the fire bull made no further moves.

The Number Gang and the Hung Lok Gang's Jianlong Hall were tough nuts to crack, so they gave up on their plans to continue seizing territory.

As for the South Asians, they never dared to interfere from beginning to end.

Dragon Hall is short-staffed, currently only having four leaders, with Fei Quan in charge of the casino.

Airplane was in charge of the Temple Street area, while Sangbo was in charge of collecting debts.

After taking over the territory of Shenghetang, they temporarily handed it over to the driver, Xigui, to manage.

Fortunately, this territory is not large. Although it appears to have two streets, the territory is actually quite scattered, with several factions on Pine Street alone.

Previously, Shenghetang's main business relied on debt collection and valet parking.

There was another stable with seven or eight young ladies inside.

Although Sai-Kui was a driver, he had been involved in the underworld since childhood and was familiar with these kinds of businesses, so he handled them without much difficulty.

That evening, Lin Long received an unexpected phone call.

"Ah Long, that deal with the Taiwanese guy went wrong."

"Three-cup chicken has nothing to lose, so I can only accept my fate."

"He's gone to find the group that did the work. You should go out and hide for a while."

"This whole thing is my fault, I owe you a favor." Fei Xiang tipped off Lin Long by making a phone call.

Lin Long squinted. Fei Xiang was being held at gunpoint, yet he still managed to tip him off. That was quite a favor, but he wasn't someone who was easy to talk to.

"Uncle Xiang, I'm so glad you called me."

"But I really don't like what you're doing."

"You're breaking the rules by using cheat codes," Lin Long said expressionlessly. "Considering our past relationship, I won't cause you any trouble."

"Give me that nightclub on Portland Street, and this matter will be settled."

"This—" Fei Xiang's face fell, somewhat dissatisfied with Lin Long's extortion.

"What, you're unwilling?" Lin Long's tone was icy.

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