Hong Kong film: Starts with a ghost on his back, his henchmen are all underworld minions.

The crown prince took the lead and shouted loudly, encouraging his men to fight bravely and decisively.

These Hung Hing underlings were mostly street thugs, experienced in fighting, and unafraid of bloodshed.

Wielding various colored blades, they charged towards the Dongxing assassins, shouting as they went.

The two sides clashed fiercely in the narrow corridors of the building, the air thick with the stench of blood.

Prince cut down a Tung Sing assassin with a single blow, and several Hung Hing underlings followed suit, ganging up on Enemy 540 who was changing his knife.

On the Tung Sing side, Su Zhe's trusted lieutenant retaliated, severing the arm of a Hung Hing underling with a single stroke.

The underling let out a miserable scream, spitting out blood, and his arm fell to the ground with a thud.

In the chaotic battle in the confined space, neither side could take advantage of their numbers; the outcome could only be determined by individual strength and courage.

Seeing his companion being taken advantage of, a Hung Hing henchman flew into a rage, grabbed a shard of broken porcelain, and lunged at the Tung Sing assassin.

The two wrestled and fought on the ground, shards of broken porcelain cutting bloody wounds.

This (bibh) Hung Hing henchman finally seized the opportunity and delivered a fierce thrust, the broken porcelain shard accurately piercing the enemy's throat.

The East Star assassin struggled painfully for a few moments, spitting out blood, before quickly ceasing his struggle.

Both sides suffered heavy casualties, but neither side was willing to give up.

In the narrow passageway and stairwell, the two groups of people fought like ghosts battling in hell, a life-or-death struggle, the scene was extremely tragic.

After the clash of swords, the ground was covered in blood and severed limbs, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burnt blood.

Thus, on this small battlefield within the building, a brutal and fierce battle unfolded between the two sides. Swords flashed, killing intent surged, and it was a life-or-death struggle, a scene that chilled the heart.

The crown prince, witnessing this scene from his vantage point, was furious: "That lowly beast from Dongxing dares to run wild here!"

He clenched his fists, his voice hoarse with rage: "I'll beat you to a pulp today!"

The prince was furious when he saw assassins from the East Star Society flooding into the building.

He clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot, and roared, "Men, come with me and fight your way out!"

Several Hung Hing henchmen immediately swarmed forward, brandishing their knives and forming a line behind the prince.

The prince drew his long sword, its blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

His eyes were bloodshot as he shouted, "Charge with me! Today we're going to crush these East Star bastards!"

So the prince, wearing an iron helmet and wielding a steel knife, like an angry bull, led his Hung Hing underlings to charge down and join the melee with the Tung Sing assassins.

The two sides fought a fierce battle in the narrow corridors of the building.

Amidst the flashing blades and splattering blood, the prince brandished his long sword, the sharp edge carving bloody trails between his enemies.

"Bang!" He delivered a powerful kick, sending one of the East Star assassins crashing down the stairs, his screams echoing through the air.

"Take this!" An Eastern Star assassin brandished two swords simultaneously, rapidly closing in on the prince's vitals.

The prince reacted quickly, sweeping his long sword across and knocking away the other man's two swords, followed by a reverse elbow strike that knocked him to the ground.

While fighting, Prince loudly rallied the morale of his Hung Hing brothers: "Brothers, we Hung Hing are known as the number one triad in Hong Kong. How can we be bullied by these Tung Sing bastards? Charge with me!"

Chapter 312 Rising Power! The Crown Prince is in Danger!

The Hung Hing brothers were in high spirits and gripped their weapons tightly as they fought bravely.

Although their numbers were small, they were all highly motivated and fought to a stalemate with the East Star assassins.

The prince felled an enemy with a single stroke, his long sword now stained with blood.

His eyes were bloodshot, and with a long roar, he charged into the enemy ranks once more, like a tiger descending a mountain.

This fierce attack by the prince caught the Dongxing assassins off guard, causing them to retreat somewhat.

Seeing the favorable situation, the Crown Prince continued to exert his power and suppress the enemy. For a time, the two sides were evenly matched, and they fought fiercely to the death in this small space.

Just as the battle was raging, "Boom!" A large hole was blasted through the wall of the building, and Feng Yuxiu led a group of fierce generals in!

"Feng Yuxiu!" The Crown Prince exclaimed in shock, "You beast, how dare you join in this mess?!"

Feng Yuxiu, his eyes bloodshot, gripped a steel knife and sneered coldly, his sharp edge gleaming: "Crown Prince, you Hung Hing really don't take us seriously by occupying our Dongxing territory!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed in front of the Crown Prince, his twin swords flashing with cold light as he swiftly stabbed towards the Crown Prince's throat and heart!

The Crown Prince barely managed to parry Feng Yuxiu's twin swords, then mustered his strength to launch a fierce counterattack, unleashing a sweeping slash at Feng Yuxiu. Feng Yuxiu, with practiced ease, somersaulted and dodged the Crown Prince's attack.

The two began to fight fiercely in the narrow stairwell, their swords flashing and their fighting spirit intense.

Feng Yuxiu's offensive was fierce and swift, and the Crown Prince could only barely parry it.

After several rounds, the crown prince was clearly struggling and his movements began to slow down.

Feng Yuxiu's offensive remained fierce, his twin swords striking in rapid succession like a sudden storm, which the Crown Prince was unable to withstand.

"Take this!" Seeing that the Crown Prince was already exhausted, Feng Yuxiu chose to launch a fatal attack in the brief moment when the two separated.

He spun around rapidly and swung his knife straight at the prince's back!

The crown prince was terrified and tried to parry with his sword, but it was too late.

With a loud "thud," Feng Yuxiu's steel blade had already pierced the prince's right shoulder!

"Ah!" The prince screamed in agony as blood gushed out.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he barely managed to stand by clenching his teeth.

Taking advantage of the Crown Prince's serious injury, Feng Yuxiu fought with increasing ferocity, his sword strikes becoming even more ferocious. One slash, combining his decades of internal energy cultivation, was unstoppable, forcing the Crown Prince into a retreating retreat until he was at his last gasp.

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This fierce battle ended with Feng Yuxiu gaining a complete advantage, while the Crown Prince was covered in wounds and remained at a disadvantage throughout.

Feng Yuxiu stared coldly at the Crown Prince, his eyes filled with pride and disdain...

Feng Yuxiu and the Crown Prince fought fiercely in the narrow corridor.

The two fought until a gap opened up, when suddenly Feng Yuxiu turned around and chose to launch a fatal attack at this critical moment!

Suddenly, he turned around, and his right hand wielded a steel knife that pierced towards the prince's back like lightning.

The attack came with overwhelming force. The crown prince realized that the situation was hopeless and tried to dodge, but it was too late.

With a loud "Thrust!", Feng Yuxiu's steel blade, like a viper's tongue, pierced the prince's right shoulder with unerring accuracy!

"Ah!" The prince let out a miserable howl as he looked up at the sky. Blood gushed from his shoulder, and his right arm went limp instantly, unable to muster any strength.

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Taking advantage of the Crown Prince's pain, Feng Yuxiu decisively launched a pursuit, wielding his double swords in rapid succession, the sharp blades aimed directly at the Crown Prince's vitals.

The prince managed to raise his sword to parry, but his right arm was already useless, making each move extremely difficult.

Chapter 313 Falling into a Trap

Feng Yuxiu gave him no chance to breathe, his fierce attacks were like a storm, and the Crown Prince could only retreat step by step, already at his last gasp.

The numerous bloody wounds all over his body foreshadowed the prince's doomed fate in this battle.

His face was pale, his eyes bloodshot, and he staggered, but he still fought on desperately...

Crimson blood gushed from the prince's shoulder, and his right arm had gone limp, unable to muster any strength.

“You… “Five Four Three” You despicable and shameless villain! You actually plotted against me!” the Crown Prince roared through gritted teeth.

He tried to break free from Feng Yuxiu's blade, but his injuries made his movements extremely difficult.

Just then, hurried footsteps broke through the air, and a group of Hung Hing triad members rushed over.

Their faces were filled with fear, but even more so with determination and resolve; they had to stop Feng Yuxiu and protect their leader.

They roared and charged at Feng Yuxiu, brandishing their weapons.

However, Feng Yuxiu was too strong. His swordsmanship was incredibly agile, and he beat everyone who stood in his way like a storm, leaving them unable to fight back.

Those Hung Hing gang members fell one after another under Feng Yuxiu's attacks, like stalks of wheat in a field.

Their weapons drew countless powerless arcs in the air, yet they could never touch Feng Yuxiu's figure.

Streams of bright red blood gushed from their bodies, staining the hardened ground. Their bodies collapsed to the ground, never to rise again.

Sharp screams echoed one after another, like a symphony of death playing in the building, each one making one's heart tremble.

Feng Yuxiu stood amidst a pile of fallen bodies, his sword wielding even more wildly.

His gaze was cold and resolute, devoid of any sympathy or pity. In his eyes, these people were merely obstacles in his way; their lives held no value to him.

Feng Yuxiu's blade drew cold arcs in the air, and with each swing, a life was lost.

His attacks were flawless, devoid of any emotion, and filled only with cold-blooded killing intent.

He is a merciless blade, a blade that only knows how to kill.

No one can stop his blade before him.

He is Feng Yuxiu, the top henchman of the Dongxing Gang. His mission is to kill!

The prince's heart pounded like a drum, his breathing was rapid, and his eyes were filled with terror.

His gaze swept quickly across his surroundings, and through the chaotic crowd and flashing blades, he looked toward the gate.