Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 125: 21: Nathan Road is destined to be bustling (VI)
Beibi, Dachong and a few other good brothers were sitting in a van, looking at the 666 Nightclub on Changle Street, which is the most profitable entertainment venue on Changle Street.

The other independent practitioners all targeted Parkes Street because there was a mahjong parlor owned by the Rui Xing Mahjong Company there. If they could successfully set up a mahjong parlor there, they would be able to gain a foothold and the gang leader and the Yau Ma Tei branch would come out to support them.

There was little oil and water in Parkes Street, and a group of people were fighting for it, and they couldn’t even get two taels of meat.

Beibi, Dachong and his gang are using loan sharks to raise their flags. If they can't grab the lucrative places, they will definitely be beaten by loan sharks and run all over the streets.

Besides, most of the money here was taken by Ah Bing from the gang leader because of their many years of brotherhood. If he can't pay it back, the gang leader won't make trouble for Ah Bing, but he will make him hand over the money.

A small place won’t quench your thirst. If you want to grab something, you have to grab a big place.

This idea is correct, but the difficulty must also be considered. In a place with lucrative business, there will be many scoundrels watching the show, and each of them is a tough nut to crack.

But after Beibi made the decision to go to Changle Street, Da Chong and the others did not object and all chose to follow.

Three points are destined, seven points depend on hard work, and you will win if you love hard work!
Besides, Beibi was not a mindless person. He went back to ask for help from his sworn brother, Sun Ye, the sworn brother of Tianma. Sun Ye agreed to lend him soldiers because Beibi took the blame for his trusted henchman and was sent to prison.

But it was only lent to fifteen people, and Beibi had to bear all the financial expenses such as resettlement fees, medical fees, and bail by himself.

While at the Liji Restaurant, Beibi also chatted with a few wandering immortals who wanted to come to Changle Street. As long as the handsome man Sheng took action on Nathan Road, they would take action.

If more flowers bloom, even if the big-mouthed duck has three heads and six arms, it cannot take care of all the places.

Just when Baby was thinking about how to make the first kick, Happy Boy, who had gone out to get some information, came back in a hurry, leaning on the van, gasping for breath.

"Slow down, speak slowly."

Beibi took out a pack of Camel cigarettes from his pocket and put one in his mouth. This was the cigarette given to him by Bocaidong. Although he usually smoked Hongwan, that was only for show.

He usually smokes Jin Xiangjiang, which costs seven yuan a pack. The filter has a strange smell and is choking.

After Bocaidong got a parking stall, he became more and more wealthy. He could even give out Camel cigarettes worth twenty or thirty yuan in cartons.

Happy Boy took a few breaths, then took the Camel cigarette from Beibi's hand, looked around, and said quickly: "Brother Beibi, this idiot Dong Nizi was killed in De Ru Tea Restaurant."

"Handsome Sheng also took action on Nathan Road. More than 200 of his men worked together and the Donglian Society was directly defeated."

"Should we fight or not?"

Nathan has taken action!

Beibi threw the half-smoked Camel cigarette on the ground, thought for a second, and said, "Did Tyrannosaurus Rex do anything on Parkes Street?"

Happy shook his head, indicating that he had not heard anything.

"Brother Beibi, do you want to follow me?"

The big guy sitting in the back seat also came over and wanted to ask Beibi whether he should start planting the flag now.

"Suffice the bold to death and starve the timid to death!"

"Of course I have to follow, but not now. With the flag planted on Nathan Road, Dakouya, who failed, must step in. Although he is not the boss yet, he was the one who arranged Hongtai's funeral."

"If he can hold on this time, the leader of the East Union Society, the scholar ghost, will have to close his eyes and admit defeat even if he looks down on the big-mouthed duck."

There are only thirty people in Beibi's group. If they rush to 666 Nightclub now, they will only end up dead.

They could only wait until Dakouya's men came to Nathan Road for support.

A dozen Donglian Society thugs rushed out of the 666 nightclub, weapons in their hands, and ran towards Nathan Road.

The thug with a blue lantern in the parking stall of Donglian Society also started to move, holding weapons in their hands and began to run on the street.

This was the opportunity Beibi had been waiting for. He picked up the bag at his feet, which contained a samurai sword that he bought the first time he went out to kill someone.

But he never expected that after being a gangster and working at the docks for eight years, he would have to take up a knife to try to get rich today.

"work!"

Beibi tied the red cloth strip prepared in advance on his arm. This was the secret signal for today. All the water room thugs who came out to work tonight had red cloth strips on their arms to prevent accidental injuries to their own people.

The doors of the three vans were opened, and more than twenty gunmen from the water house got out of the vans. They were holding machetes, steel pipes, and baseball bats in their hands, and they walked towards the 666 nightclub.

The Donglian Society gangster at the parking stall saw a large group of people with weapons rushing towards him, and immediately realized that something was wrong. He pulled out a steel pipe from under the mobile platform of the parking stall and ran into the 666 nightclub.

The remaining Donglianshe 666ers who were watching the nightclub ran out and saw the people from the bathroom rushing over. Without saying a word, they picked up their weapons and attacked. The noisy midnight street instantly turned into a bloody battlefield. A group of people holding machetes, steel pipes, and baseball bats, their eyes burning with anger and madness, roared and rushed towards each other.

The knife light flickered faintly under the light of the street lamp, and the cold light crisscrossed.

Someone had a ferocious look on his face. He raised a machete high in the air and chopped it down with all his strength, as if he wanted to chop everything in front of him into pieces.

The person being attacked opened his eyes wide and frantically used the weapon in his hand to defend himself. The metal collision made a sharp and piercing sound and splashed a string of sparks.

The ground was soon covered with blood, and those who stumbled in the melee fell.

Beibi brandished the samurai sword and rushed left and right. Every swing made a sound of wind, and the surrounding Donglianshe gang members all avoided it.

But more people rushed up from the side, and for a moment he was besieged by several long swords. He could only spin his body desperately, and the long swords danced in a light and shadow beside him, trying to block the attacks that fell like raindrops.

Pedestrians on the street dodged and ran to a safe place, then pointed and talked. The citizens of Hong Kong have seen and experienced this before.

Five or six years ago, there were large-scale fireworks in Yau Ma Tei every night, and the citizens were no longer surprised.

Both sides had gone crazy and were completely immersed in the melee, not caring about anything around them.

They wrestled and hacked at each other in the street, their hair disheveled, their clothes soaked with sweat and blood, and they kept shouting incoherent curses.

The entire street was filled with a suffocating atmosphere of fear and blood, like hell on earth.

Beibi was sweating profusely, holding a samurai sword, and rushed to the front, wanting to open the situation.

He held the katana tightly in his hand, the blade trembling slightly, as if responding to the owner's inner anxiety.

All around him, a group of Donglian Society gangsters surrounded him like hungry wolves. They all had fierce eyes and held a variety of weapons in their hands, including sticks, short knives, and long iron rods.

The enemies around him increased in number and became smaller and smaller, and he tried to rush forward.

He moved his feet, first pretending to attack the left, then took a step forward, and his samurai sword drew a cold light in the air, but the Donglian Society's 49ers only retreated slightly and soon surrounded him again.

Beibi turned to the right again, swung his sword vigorously, the sword whistling, but the enemy blocked it with sticks. After a dull thud, he felt his arm go numb, and his attack was forcibly stopped.

Sweat kept oozing from his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the asphalt road under his feet.

His breathing became rapid and heavy, and his eyes frantically searched for weak points in the crowd.

Surrounded by enemies, Beibi tried to use the length advantage of his katana to stab the enemy closest to him.

But the 49ers from the Donglian Society were all experienced in practical combat. They dodged sideways flexibly and took the opportunity to scratch his arm with a machete. A blood mark appeared instantly and the pain spread throughout his body like an electric current.

At this time, he was in deep trouble, surrounded by the crowd. Every time he swung his sword, it seemed like a futile effort. He could not break this fatal situation. The shadow of death was looming over him step by step.

Da Chong, who had knocked down his opponent with a baseball bat, saw that Beibi was in danger of his life, so he immediately rushed to Beibi's side and waved the baseball bat in his hand desperately to disperse the heat in front of him.

With support from others, Beibi finally felt relieved. The two brothers fought side by side and kept rushing forward.

The immortals from the water room who had agreed to take action together also took action when they saw the situation change.

Beibi used a samurai sword to chop down a bastard from the Donglian Society, wiped the sweat off his face, and there was a knife in his hand. Blood was flowing out and it was burning with pain.

He didn't have time to go to the clinic to bandage his wound, so he could only tear off a piece of shirt and wrap it around his injured forearm to stop the bleeding first. The cloth used to bandage the wound was instantly stained red with blood.

Most of the Donglian Society's men in Changle Street were transferred away. Although the Shuifang immortals did not have a unified command, they had the advantage in numbers, although the blue lanterns in the parking stalls came to help.

But these fence-sitters are all talk and no action, and they don't put in any effort.

They were outnumbered and could not win the fight. The Donglian Society thugs who were still resisting saw that their brothers were dwindling around them and became timid. They fought and retreated.

Although Beibi was injured, he still held the samurai sword tightly, and his veins bulged from the force. He shouted, "The water room is flagged. If you don't want to die, get out!"

This roar echoed throughout the entire Changle Street.

After shouting this, he suddenly rushed towards the fleeing Donglian Society thugs, the samurai sword was raised high in his hand, the blade flashed a dazzling cold light in the sunlight, just like the scythe raised by the god of death.

He was extremely fast, and his injured body did not become an obstacle. Instead, it seemed as if his hidden strength was stimulated, and he flew through the air like an arrow.

He caught up with a gangster from the Donglian Society. The unlucky guy looked back in horror, his eyes full of despair. His legs went weak and he fell on the asphalt road.

(Boss Sanliujiu, I really saw a fierce general who used a Miao Dao to kill people. I was eight years old that year, and the fierce general was 38 years old. I still remember it clearly! It was this fierce general who had a miserable end. He was the last man in my hometown to be publicly executed.)
(End of this chapter)