Hong Kong variety show: Drawing lots to determine fate, sending a big shot to meet Jesus.

Chen Yang nodded in satisfaction, pointing to a long-haired boy with a loud voice: "What's your name?"

"Brother Yang, my name is Longhair Spirit."

"Follow me!"

"Yes, Brother Yang!" the long-haired man said excitedly.

Chen Yang spent over 100,000 yuan. Following such a generous tycoon, as long as he performs well, he can eat shark fin soup every day and live a comfortable life!

After promoting several squad leaders, Chen Yang divided the club's hundreds of members into five groups for easier management.

"Wah-di, go get a few big trucks!"

Tuen Mun here is full of construction sites, and dump trucks are everywhere on the streets.

"Brother Yang, what are you going to do with this?" Hua Di asked, puzzled.

"Smack!"

Chen Yang slapped him across the face: "The boss asked you to do something, why are you asking so many questions? Are you thinking of taking the postgraduate entrance exam?!"

"Yes!" Hua Di covered his face and went to do his work with a wronged expression.

No one else dared to speak, fearing they would be the next to get beaten up.

After scanning the area, Chen Yang waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"

Everyone filed out and boarded the triad's van, heading in a grand procession towards Tuen Mun.

A van can fit twenty people, so even if there are a hundred or so people, there are only six or seven vans, which are not very conspicuous on the street.

After a smooth journey through Kwai Tsing, we arrived at Tuen Mun from Tsuen Wan.

It's 11 p.m.

At this time, gangsters were everywhere, and most of the police officers had already gone off duty and were too lazy to bother with them. They would only come out to clean up the mess afterward.

"Kill the savages!"

A roar came from inside the car, but Chen Yang, who was smoking, didn't pay much attention.

Sang Biao wants to take the lead, so he'll definitely want to be the first to act. Letting him draw the fire is a good thing!

Tuen Mun is an industrial area, so a row of bread carts parked on the roadside wouldn't attract much attention.

Within minutes, several streets descended into chaos.

Soon, a dark group of people carrying weapons rushed over menacingly; it was the arrival of the barbarian reinforcements.

"Brother Yang, what should we do?"

Seeing so many savages, the hairy man broke out in a cold sweat, fearing that they would discover him and trap him in the car.

After all, they only had about a hundred people, a huge difference in numbers!

"Where did the scoundrels from Wo Luen Shing go?" shouted the dinosaur's henchman, Big Bad.

"They went over there!"

"Let's go, go and chop them down!"

Chen Yang glanced at him: "Do you recognize that bastard?"

"Brother Yang, he's Quan, a scoundrel from the Hung Hing triad; the one in the floral shirt is Chen Long, a Red Hook!"

"Chenglong, isn't that very expensive?" Chen Yang was slightly surprised.

"Brother Yang, it's not Jackie Chan, the movie star!" the long-haired man quickly explained.

"Damn it, why didn't you say so earlier!" Chen Yang slapped the hairy demon on the head.

Seeing that most of the enemy's forces had run ahead, Chen Yang shouted to his driver, "Drive over there!"

"Drive there?"

The long-haired demon was slightly taken aback, and the dozen or so people in the car were also stunned.

"What are you standing there for? Hung Hing has hundreds of men. If we don't separate them, how will we fight? Anyway, if anything happens, Lung Gen will be there to protect us."

"Yes, Brother Yang!"

The driver immediately understood and abruptly started the car, hurtling towards the Hung Hing group.

What era are we living in? Do gangsters have to use knives and sticks to fight and can't drive?

A gangster who doesn't use his brain will spend his whole life on airplanes!

Hung Hing's men went after Sang Biao.

Five or six vans drove up side by side, and the Hung Hing men were so frightened that they hurriedly took cover. The group of several hundred people was immediately cut in half and scattered in all directions.

"Pukkai and Luen Shing, they don't play by the rules!"

Chen Long pointed a knife at the bread cart and started cursing!

He had just finished yelling when the bread truck changed direction and drove towards them, scaring him so much that he ran away.

After several rounds, the Hung Hing team of several hundred people all dispersed.

Chen Yang flung open the car door and roared, "Sweep away those bastards from Hung Hing!"

The henchmen inside the car poured out and rushed forward in a mighty torrent.

"Sweep up Wo Luen Shing!" The thugs rushed over with their men.

The two groups clashed, their shouts of battle and the clanging of knives and clubs echoing throughout the street.

The thugs all recognized Chen Yang, and they rushed over, ready to slash him with their knives.

Chen Yang, holding a baseball bat in one hand, saw the thugs charging towards him menacingly, and a disdainful smile appeared on his lips.

With a wave of his hand, a black star appeared in his hand, aimed at the head of the rascal Quan.

"Holy crap, they're carrying guns?"

The rascal was slightly taken aback.

Gangsters fight using water pipes and baseball bats, since they can't kill anyone.

Those who are more ruthless use a machete, only slashing and not stabbing, so that no matter how fiercely they fight, no one will be killed.

But using a gun breaks the rules, and even if you win, it won't be recognized.

In the instant the thugs were stunned, Chen Yang swung the baseball bat in his hand.

The air suddenly howled loudly as the baseball bat, carrying immense force, slammed into the opponent's head.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, everything went black before the rascal's eyes, his body stiffened instantly, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up!

"Brother Quan!"

Upon seeing this, Lanzi Quan's men immediately rushed over.

At this moment, Chen Yang had put away the Black Star in his hand, which had turned into shampoo.

"Sizzle!"

He splashed shampoo on the feet of the people opposite him, causing them to fall face-first into the mud. Chen Yang easily dealt with more than a dozen people, one by one with his stick.

"Wow, Yang Ge's really good at this!"

Longhair was shocked to see that Chen Yang had taken down Hung Hing's gangsters in no time and even wiped out all of them.

Seeing how formidable Chen Yang was, the morale of the Wo Luen Shing team soared, and they fought even more desperately.

With their core leader gone, Hung Hing's morale plummeted, and they had no will to fight any longer.

The bolder ones fought and retreated simultaneously.

Those who were too timid simply dropped their weapons and ran away.

A gangster only makes a few hundred yuan a month, why risk his life!

By the time Chen Long and his men had climbed over the bread truck obstacle to arrive and rescue them, all the thugs were already gone.

The morale of the Wo Luen Shing team was greatly boosted. Ignoring their fatigue from the previous battle, they picked up their weapons and charged towards Hung Hing.

Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals!

Chen Yang's aura was clearly different from that of ordinary gangsters. Chen Long charged forward, taking down several of Wo Luen Shing's henchmen along the way.

But when Chen Long rushed to Chen Yang, he saw a dark object flying towards him, with wires attached to it.

Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a bomb and turned pale with fright. "There's a bomb! Get down!"

Damn, it's just gangsters fighting!

It's not like we're at war, so why are they bringing out bombs?!

Chen Long lay on the ground, his eyes fixed on the grenade that had fallen to the ground, completely unaware that Chen Yang had already walked up behind him.

"That's a really good pose!" Chen Yang smirked and grabbed a baseball bat, smashing it hard into Chen Long's crotch.

"Snapped!"

The sound of chickens flying and eggs breaking rang out, followed by Chen Long's mournful scream.

"It's noisy!"

Chen Yang picked his ear, then slammed his baseball bat down, silencing the shouts abruptly. Peace was restored.

The Hung Hing members around them were startled by Chen Long's earlier bomb-like announcement and all lay sprawled on the ground.

Chen Yang stepped forward and knocked them unconscious one by one with a stick, quickly bringing the situation under control.

Bending down to pick up the bomb and store it in the storage panel, Chen Yang pointed his baseball bat at the Hung Hing members: "Who else?!"

The members of Hung Hing had no idea what was happening here.

But they saw Chen Yang standing on the head of Chen Long, a notorious gangster in Tuen Mun, with his own brothers lying around him.

In an instant, everyone was stunned by Chen Yang's imposing aura, and their hands suddenly stopped moving.

Wah-dee drove up in his dump truck and looked down at Chen Yang, who stood alone in front of over a hundred Hung Hing men. The men were so intimidated they didn't dare move. Wah-dee couldn't help but exclaim, "Damn, Brother Yang is really awesome!"

"Brother Yang is awesome! He's taken down Hung Hing!"

After getting off the bus, Wah-dee grabbed a baseball bat and roared angrily!

Wo Luen Shing pressed their advantage, with dozens of men chasing after hundreds of Hung Hing members for several hundred meters before giving up.

Chen Yang glanced around. In just a few minutes, nearly a hundred people from both sides had fallen, and the ground was filled with the groans of the wounded. There were weapons everywhere.

Hung Hing suffered over a hundred injuries, while Wo Luen Shing had fewer than twenty.

A 5:1 casualty ratio is a resounding victory.

Chen Yang lit a cigarette and shouted at the long-haired man, "Take our injured brothers back, and send the seriously wounded to the hospital!"

After saying that, he took out several thousand dollars from his pocket and stuffed them into the hairy demon's arms.

"Yes, Brother Yang!" The long-haired demon's face lit up with joy, and he quickly ordered his men to take the injured back.

Just then, Wah-dee returned with his men, shouting excitedly, "Brother Yang, where do we attack next?"

"I'll hit you on the head! If you like fighting so much, why don't you go box?" Chen Yang smacked Hua Di on the head and couldn't help but curse.

"Hua Di, take your men and clear out all the shops on these streets. Send all the money inside to me! After you're done, bring over dump trucks and block up the streets and alleys!"

"Why?" Wah-dee asked instinctively.

This time, Chen Yang didn't hit Wah-dei. Instead, he explained with a serious expression, "The Hung Hing triad in Tuen Mun is all the same. We only have so few people. How can we defend ourselves if they sweep us away?"

By using dump trucks to block the streets that had just been captured, not only could Hung Hing's counterattack be stopped, but the police officers who were cleaning up the area could also be kept out, giving them enough time to do their work.

More importantly, it would allow the senior management of Wo Luen Shing to know Chen Yang's capabilities.

This time, Lung Gen said he wanted to sweep Hung Hing out of Tuen Mun, but he only gathered 250 people. It's a pipe dream to think that such a small number of people can sweep Hung Hing out of Tuen Mun.

Chen Yang's capture of several streets and the restoration of the gang's reputation is already quite an achievement.

How should we resolve the issue of Guan Zai Sen's death?

That was a dispute between Hung Hing and the senior management of Wo Luen Shing, and had nothing to do with Chen Yang.

Wah-dee blocked the streets and alleys with his dump truck, while Chen Yang and his gang from Wo Luen Shing booked out the entire food stall for a late-night snack.

Just then, Taibao suddenly appeared and sat down next to Chen Yang: "Brother Yang, how come you can get promoted just by paying for late-night snacks with savages?!"

"Hey, you bastard, you just sit down and eat? Why don't you go and do some savage stuff?" Chen Yang cursed directly.

Having already taken control of several streets in Hung Hing and Tuen Mun, whether or not he sends the savages to meet Jesus, he's already firmly in power.

"But I've already found the savages!"

"Damn it, why didn't you say so sooner?"

Chen Yang glared fiercely at Taibao: "Where?"

Tai Bao pointed to the alley behind him: "It's on the next street. They were fighting with Sang Biao, and it was a really fierce fight!"

He had been keeping an eye on several Hung Hing spies and followed the clues to find Sheng Fan. He was about to call Chen Yang to tell him, but unexpectedly, Sang Biao led his men to attack.

"What's going on over there?"

Chen Yang grabbed a chicken leg, tore it off, and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling indistinctly.

"Just now, Sang Biao led his men in a sudden attack on the barbarian stronghold, causing the barbarians to flee in disarray. Sang Biao pursued them relentlessly, eventually encountering Hung Hing's men, and a battle ensued!"

"Damn, I actually saved Sang Biao! I should have known better than to act so quickly!" Chen Yang said, looking annoyed.

"Brother Yang, let's hurry up and go fight the savages!" Wah-dee suddenly stood up and grabbed a beer bottle from the side.

"Sangbiao is such a good fighter, he would have taken down the barbarians long ago. Let's go watch him swagger around, then sit down and have some chicken!"

Chen Yang stuffed the chicken leg in his hand directly into Hua Di's mouth.

"Yes, Hua Di, sit down and eat. Yang Ge is so shrewd and capable, he must have his own plans!"

Tai Bao, as expected of a seasoned veteran, understood the situation within seconds of sitting down.

This is Tuen Mun, Hung Hing's territory.

The fact that dozens of people from Wo Luen Shing are sitting here having a late-night snack clearly means they've already been defeated by Chen Yang.

Sang Biao only has eyes for the barbarians; his vision is too narrow. He's far inferior to Chen Yang. How can the gang let someone like him rise to a higher position?

Hua Di gnawed on a chicken leg with a resentful expression.

What a great opportunity to rise to the top, why did you give it up!

"Brother Yang, is the triad unwilling to avenge Brother Sen, which is why they sent only this small group of us to Tuen Mun?"

Tai-bao ate a few bites of chicken cutlet and suddenly asked.

"Taibao, you're pretty smart, how come you're still a nobody after all this time?" Chen Yang patted Taibao on the shoulder and said meaningfully.

Remember the arrogant and domineering guy in "A Moment of Romance" who wanted to become a big shot? In the end, he was sent to meet Jesus by Tai-bao.

Don't underestimate Tai-bo just because he's a nobody that everyone can step on. He can be quite ruthless when he gets angry!

"Brother Yang, I'm afraid of dying!" Tai Bao chuckled.

"It's only natural to be afraid of death!" Chen Yang nodded.

Is Tai Bao really afraid of death?

If that were the case, he wouldn't have gone to fight the loudspeaker; he just wanted to protect himself in this chaotic era.

When their bottom line is truly crossed, they can be ruthless than anyone else!

Halfway through my late-night snack, shouts of killing suddenly came from the alley behind the food stall.

"Don't let the savages get away!"

Chen Yang stood up and saw Sheng Fan covered in blood, scrambling out. Seeing so many people in front of him, he shouted, "What are you looking at? Cut down those bastards from Wo Luen Shing!"

"Ha ha!"

Seeing that the aborigines couldn't even figure out the situation, Chen Yang couldn't help but laugh.

His smile made Tai-bao and Wah-di smile too.

The dozens of brothers from Wo Luen Shing present all burst into laughter. They had beaten Hung Hing and were going out for a late-night snack, but they never expected to get a bargain!

"Who are you?"

Amidst the unrestrained and arrogant laughter, the savage realized something was wrong, and a look of terror appeared on his blood-covered face.

Hua Di and the long-haired demon stepped forward and captured the savage.

"I'm your father!"

Chen Yang stepped forward and slapped him across the face.

Then he kicked him so hard he rolled on the ground like a gourd.

"Boss, let's talk this out! I'm Hung Hing savage!" The savage fell to the ground, his body curled up in a ball, his face contorted in pain.

"Damn it, it was you, you bastard, who killed my boss, Guan Zai Sen!" Chen Yang grabbed Sheng Fan's hair and lifted him up sharply.

"Ah, it hurts..." The savage's face twitched violently in pain, and his whole body trembled. "Are you from Wo Shing?"

How incredibly unlucky am I? I was just being chased by Sang Biao, and after finally escaping, I ran into people from Wo Luen Shing.

Hung Hing isn't a single-member group from Tuen Mun, so why are so many people from Wo Luen Shing able to come here?

The savage wanted to go home to his mother and cried his heart out!

"You barbarian, why are you sending people to follow me?"

The savage looked up at Chen Yang, opened his mouth, and said, "It's Sang Biao!"

"Sang Biao?" Chen Yang frowned slightly.

Sang Biao fought fiercely with the aborigines today, how could it be him?

"Sang Biao called me and said he'd give me 500,000 if I killed you!"

"Damn it, is my life only worth 500,000?" Chen Yang cursed angrily and kicked the bastard in the stomach.