Hong Kong film: People in Wo Luen Shing, summoning the King of Fighters.

It is necessary to accelerate the transformation process.

At this moment, the mad dog, Heidern, came looking for them.

"Boss."

"Boss."

Chen Jialuo glanced at them. "Something happened in Longxi? You two come here together."

Hadilen said, "There is a reason. The fishing boats from Longxi used to fish in the Northeast Bay, but now the Number Gang has come here because their catch in the original 180 water area has decreased."

"A conflict broke out between the two groups at sea. Two of our fishing boats sank and four people died. Their large boat sank and five people died."

"Last night, they were still hauling in their fishing nets all night, and they even gathered their fishing boats... Shall we go for it?"

Longxi people make money by fishing and selling their catch.

Those people in the number gang who want to seize territory should at least consider who they're dealing with. They're practically snatching food from his hands.

"Damn it, kill them! Send Billy and Ralph along too, take a bunch of men to Longxi. At the sea, business is still business on the land."

With a phone number like that, what's there to be afraid of?

He'd been involved in all sorts of things, including Hung Hing, and Chiang Tin-sang had to swallow his pride and bear the consequences.

"With you saying that, boss, then let's roll up our sleeves and get to work." Mad Dog bared his sharp teeth, a hint of madness in his eyes.

He loves fighting and brawling so much!

He often challenged Heidern and Choi Bounge to duels. But since they were his own people, he couldn't really spar with them; otherwise, he wouldn't have had his fill.

Chapter 168 Crown Prince, what exactly do you want to do?

Mad Dog, Heidern, the Pig-Monkey Duo, Ralph, and Iori Yagami, along with several hundred of their underlings, headed towards the west branch of the Number Gang.

The sheer scale of it was terrifying. Those with experience rode in vans and trucks, while those without had to run on foot.

Before they even reached the western branch of the Number Gang, the gang leader, Big Black, was already waiting with a group of henchmen armed with machetes. Reinforcements were still on their way.

While comfortably enjoying an iced watermelon at home, Chen Jialuo's phone was ringing off the hook.

Lin Huai-lok of Wo Luen Shing, Big D... and Tang Wai, the boss, all called.

"Grandpa."

Chen Jialuo remained expressionless.

Deng Wei, who was sitting to the side with a pipe in his mouth, asked.

"Prince, what do you want to do?"

Why do I always find things to do for him? Can't he ever have a moment's peace? I just took down Axe Jun from Xinji, and Tyrant Tiger from Dongxing. Now they're going to take down Big Black from the Number Gang?

The Number Gang is supported by Chiang Kai-shek's family in Taiwan Province. They are different from Shin Kee, Tung Sing, and Luen Shing. They have money and weapons.

It's not easy. It's extremely difficult.

"I'm not doing anything, I just want fairness. Big Black is out of money in his own territory, so he comes to my territory to squeeze money out of me, and he even killed one of my shrimps."

"Grandpa, tell me, if I back down, will Longxi still be able to take care of things in the future?"

Deng Wei, with his pipe dangling from his mouth, tapped it twice on the table and flicked off the ash.

"Your Highness, a slight mishap could escalate into a chaotic battle, possibly involving multiple factions. Have you considered this?"

Tung Sing, Sun Kee, and Hung Ying were all poached by Chan Ka-lok one by one. While the influence and strength of the Wo Luen Shing were increasing, their territory was shrinking.

I don't know how many times I've been plotting to form a alliance with Lian Sheng, and now they've come up with another scheme involving phone numbers. Isn't this just giving others a reason to form an alliance?

“The Number Gang probably thinks the same way you do, Grandpa, that I would back down at this critical juncture, which is why they dare to be so arrogant,” Chen Jialuo said. “Let them fight if they want, I’m not afraid.”

NESTS, a cyborg, currently commands 13 fighters, each capable of taking on a hundred opponents, and most importantly, he also possesses weapons.

If Sun Kei, Hung Hing, and Tung Sing were to form a "vertical alliance," he would counter with a "horizontal alliance" and wipe them all out.

During the few hours he pretended to be sick in the hospital, he thought things through and understood everything.

I have no power whatsoever, money is everything. I must adhere to the principle of "I'm number one" and crush every piece of trash who stands in my way.

Deng Wei fell silent. He understood the implication in Chen Jialuo's words: if Da Hei Lao didn't back down, he would fight. Even if it meant other gangs would gang up on him, he wouldn't back down.

A second or two later.

"Alright, Grandpa, I understand. Do whatever you want, but if things get out of hand, the help the gang can offer you will be limited."

"Limited" sounds nice, but it really means they'll just withdraw and ignore him, regardless of his life or death.

"Oh."

Chen Jialuo hung up the phone and continued eating his iced watermelon.

Deng Wei's attitude was expected.

Holding the phone, Deng Wei smoked even harder. He slightly regretted what he had just said; things hadn't even reached that point yet, and he had already revealed the outcome.

This is practically pushing Chen Jialuo away.

But once the words are spoken, they cannot be taken back.

The henchmen of the Number Gang rushed towards the west branch one after another, each with a solemn expression and a closed-off gaze.

I was a little scared, having heard of the increasingly ruthless reputations of Chen Jialuo's men in the Lian Sheng syndicate.

If we fight today, it could be a matter of life and death.

Thinking of this, even the timid henchman's legs trembled a little.

Big Black was dressed in a flashy leather jacket, and his four henchmen all had fierce expressions as they glared menacingly at their leader, Haderen.

"Hey, One-Eyed Dragon, where did your boss go? If you want to fight or chop, tell him to come out here."

Heidern hates being called "One-Eyed Dragon" the most; the last person to call him that, Axeman Jun, is probably long gone.

"Who do you think you are."

Monkey Cai Baojian spat, the machete in his hand looked bigger than him, but there was a strange harmony in the way he held it.

Clark took the "courtesy first, then force" approach to heart. "As long as you send your little shrimps back to where they were fishing, we'll head back immediately." A steady stream of henchmen from the Number Gang rushed over, and Big Black's momentum grew stronger and stronger.

"Damn it, the road to wealth is wide open, everyone goes their own way, but the ocean doesn't have boundaries, how can we each scatter our wealth to one side?" Old Black spat.

"So that means we can't reach an agreement." Clara's eyes changed. "Then let's negotiate with our subordinates."

Before he finished speaking, he drew his gun from his waist and fired two shots.

A fierce gunfight ensued, followed by a brutal fight.

Mad Dog, Billy, Ralph, and Heidern just started hacking away with their machetes. All thoughts of fighting were forgotten; they were focused on one thing: combat.

cut!

Cut everything!

They were having so much fun chopping away, they were really enjoying themselves.

Especially the rabid dog; its eyes were bloodshot from hacking away, and when it got tired, it stuck out its tongue and wheezed. Just like a dog.

Chapter 169 You idiot, die!

Big Black was wielding a machete and fighting with his Four Heavenly Kings. When the machete veered off course, one of his henchmen's arms fell to the ground.

Seeing Cai Baojian wreaking havoc, he immediately charged over.

"You shorty! I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget today!"

The machete in his hand was made of special high-quality steel, weighing a full fifty pounds. Its blade was so sharp that even frozen tofu could be turned into soft tofu upon contact with it.

"It's up to you!"

Cai Baojian nimbly dodged, his dagger flashing left and right, slashing and thrusting.

His movements were clean and efficient, and his agility was astonishing.

In no time, he stabbed the men around him to death. Then, he nimbly darted behind Big Black and delivered a backstab.

Despite his short stature, he is a formidable fighter.

"You idiot! Die!"

The dagger pierced his ribs and lungs, blood gushing from his trachea into his mouth and spraying a meter away. Cai Baojian spun around twice more, 180 centimeters into his lungs, his intestines completely ripped apart.

Big Black fell to the ground unwillingly. Only then did Cai Baojian sheathe his knife and roar, "Your gang leader is dead!"

With that, he cut off the head and grabbed the ears, lifting it up.

He was too short. The mad dog used a machete to lift him up. He was over 1.9 meters tall, and then he raised his head high.

The focus of the entire event.

"Is this really the hall master?"

"Am I fucking seeing things?"

"Damn it, dead? The sect leader is dead?"