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

A thought flashed through his mind: if he could escape during the chaos, there might still be a glimmer of hope.

His legs began to move, and he tried to keep his movements from being noticed by Feng Yuxiu as he quietly moved towards the door.

However, when his gaze fell upon that door that seemed to lead to freedom, his heart sank instantly.

That door has been sealed shut.

The prince stopped abruptly, almost unable to believe his eyes.

The door he had thought would lead him away from death now stood like an impenetrable wall, blocking all his hopes.

The prince felt dizzy at that moment, and his 1.7-inch mind was filled with fear and despair.

He turned to look at Feng Yuxiu and saw that his eyes were full of mockery and coldness, as if he were looking at a lamb about to be slaughtered.

The prince was filled with fear; he felt he had nowhere to escape and every inch of his skin was trembling.

He could only watch helplessly as Feng Yuxiu drew closer, knowing he could no longer escape.

He was trapped in this snare, and the exit was sealed off.

Chapter 314 Death Approaching

The prince was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe, and his throat felt as if something was stuck, preventing him from making any sound.

He could only feel his heart racing and his palms sweating.

Looking into Feng Yuxiu's cold and ruthless eyes, the Crown Prince finally realized that he had fallen into an extremely cleverly designed trap, and that he was merely the prey in this trap.

The prince was filled with despair, his eyes brimming with regret and helplessness.

He knew he had nowhere to run and could no longer change anything.

He could only watch helplessly as his death drew ever closer.

The Prince, once a formidable war god of the Hung Hing 18 triads, could only raise his machete and attempt to launch a full-force attack when faced with Feng Yuxiu's approach.

However, it seems that the gears of fate had already determined his fate.

Before Feng Yuxiu, the Crown Prince appeared like a helpless beetle; no matter how fierce his attacks were, they seemed as fragile as paper in Feng Yuxiu's calm gaze.

Feng Yuxiu stared intently at the Crown Prince, his eyes filled with a cold judgment.

The Crown Prince was no match for Feng Yuxiu to begin with, and now he has fallen into a trap carefully designed by Su Zhe.

Coupled with his current injuries, the prince's movements became even more difficult, his combat power dropped significantly, and he was almost unable to put up an effective resistance.

At the moment of the decisive battle, Feng Yuxiu calmly looked at the Crown Prince. His eyes were unwavering, and he simply stared coldly at the enemy before him.

His blade, like the scythe of death, tore through the prince's defenses piece by piece.

Each attack was like a thorn in the prince's heart, causing him unbearable pain.

Before long, the situation became clear.

Feng Yuxiu's offensive was like a raging storm, impossible to resist. One round, two rounds, and in just a few rounds, the Crown Prince was completely suppressed by Feng Yuxiu. Finally, a knife pierced the Crown Prince's chest, making him feel a chilling coldness that went straight to his heart.

The Prince, once the war god of the Hung Hing triad, could only lie helplessly in a pool of blood, his eyes filled with terror, resentment, and despair.

He couldn't accept that he had been defeated by Feng Yuxiu, but he was powerless to change this fact.

Feng Yuxiu stared expressionlessly down at the Crown Prince lying in a pool of blood. The coldness in his eyes was like the frost of late autumn, chilling people to the bone.

He looked at the once mighty crown prince, now lying helplessly at his feet, and felt nothing but the cold-blooded execution of his mission.

He slightly raised his hand, gesturing to the crowd. This simple gesture, however, was a death sentence.

He said softly, "Clean up the rest of the Hung Hing henchmen." His voice was cold and firm, without the slightest fluctuation, as if he were ordering a routine cleanup operation.

Upon receiving the order, the men of the 543rd Regiment of the Dongxing Society were like hungry wolves spotting their prey, a surge of killing intent rising in their hearts.

They brandished their swords and pounced on the remaining members of the Hung Hing triad.

Inside the building, screams of agony rang out once again.

That was the sound of life being snatched away in an instant, a mixture of despair and fear. Every life that fell proved the victory of the Tung Sing Society and paved the way for the downfall of the Hung Hing Society.

The stench of blood permeated the entire building; it was the aura of death, cold and chilling.

It was like an invisible hand, gripping everyone's throat and making them feel the approach of death.

Chapter 315 is filled with anger and regret.

Throughout this horrific massacre, Feng Yuxiu maintained a cold and indifferent expression; he watched everything, yet seemed oblivious to it all.

His eyes were devoid of any emotion, only coldness and resolve.

Then, Feng Yuxiu took out his phone and dialed Su Zhe's number. "Brother, I've already dealt with the Crown Prince," Feng Yuxiu said calmly.

On the other end of the phone, Su Zhe's voice was deep and calm: "Well done, keep cleaning up the rest of the girls. Remember, be thorough and efficient."

Feng Yuxiu responded, hung up the phone, and continued to lead his Tung Sing underlings in cleaning up the remaining Hung Hing henchmen.

Inside the building, screams filled the air once more, and the stench of blood grew even stronger.

In the dead of night, the sky over Hong Kong was dyed crimson by the afterglow of blood, as if foreshadowing the start of a triad war for supremacy.

In this battle for supremacy, the East Star Society will undoubtedly be the biggest winner.

At this moment, Su Zhe was sitting on the leather sofa in his office, holding the phone he had just hung up.

He gazed at the night sky outside the window, his eyes cold and profound.

He knew that after eliminating the Crown Prince, whom Chiang Tin-sang regarded as his "godson," the next step would be to formally break ties with Hung Hing.

Then, in the near future, a full-scale war will break out!

Meanwhile, chaos reigned within the Hung Hing triad's headquarters.

When the news spread that the Crown Prince had been killed by Feng Yuxiu of the Tung Sing triad, the entire Hung Hing triad was plunged into extreme shock and panic.

“Your Highness… How could Your Highness…” Jiang Tiansheng sat in his office, his teacup falling to the ground, spilling tea and wetting the carpet.

His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

He knew that this was undoubtedly a huge blow to the Hung Hing triad.

The Crown Prince's status and prestige within the organization are comparable to that of the leader.

Now that the prince is dead, the morale of the Hung Hing triad will undoubtedly be greatly affected.

Jiang Tiansheng closed his eyes in pain. He knew that this was Su Zhe's counterattack against their Hung Hing Society.

He had underestimated Su Zhe all along, but now he was paying a heavy price.

Jiang Tiansheng suddenly stood up, staring at everything in front of him, filled with anger and regret.

He knew he couldn't let things continue like this; he had to do something!

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Hong Kong, this once bustling metropolis, is now permeated with an atmosphere of desolation.

The death of the Prince, the war god of the Hung Hing triad, plunged Hong Kong into an eerie calm, like the calm before the storm.

An atmosphere of grief pervaded the Hung Hing triad headquarters.

The news of the Crown Prince's death arrived swiftly, shocking everyone who was unable to accept the fact.

The Crown Prince, their war god, has now died at the hands of the East Star Society.

Inside the hall, Jiang Tiansheng sat in a leather chair, his face ashen.

He held a photograph in his hand; it was a picture of the crown prince, and his eyes were filled with anger and grief.

“Crown Prince…” Jiang Tiansheng murmured softly, his voice filled with anger and hatred.

Jiang Tiansheng knew he couldn't let the Tung Sing Society off so easily; he had to take revenge on them and avenge the Crown Prince!

Just as Jiang Tiansheng was about to immediately order the top brass to take action against the Dongxing Society, his confidant Chen Yao spoke up to stop him.

"Boss, morale within our Hung Hing organization is low, and the death of the Prince has also dealt us a heavy blow. We cannot easily start a war at this time, otherwise it will only plunge our Hung Hing organization into an even greater predicament."

Chapter 316 Persuasion is Necessary

Chen Yao took a deep breath. He knew he had to persuade Jiang Tiansheng, otherwise the Hung Hing Society might be destroyed.

Jiang Tiansheng was silent for a moment, then nodded: "You're right, we can't act rashly now."

Chen Yao breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw Jiang Tiansheng calm down.

He knew that their most important task now was to stabilize the situation, otherwise they might lose everything.

"So what should we do now?" Jiang Tiansheng looked at Chen Yao, his eyes full of expectation.

Chen Yao pondered for a moment, then said, "Our most important task now is to stabilize morale and let everyone know that although the Crown Prince is dead, our Hung Hing Society is still here."

“We can first hold a grand funeral for the Crown Prince, so that everyone knows our respect and remembrance for him.”

After hearing this, Jiang Tiansheng nodded, knowing that Chen Yao was right.

Although he desperately wanted to seek revenge on the Tung Sing triad, he knew he couldn't act impulsively. He had to stabilize the situation and prevent the Hung Hing triad from being shaken by this.

Like a bombshell, news of the Crown Prince's funeral spread rapidly throughout Hong Kong, reaching every corner from luxurious penthouses to brightly lit night markets and dilapidated shantytowns.

Throughout the streets and alleys of Hong Kong, shock and grief were etched on everyone's face. Members of the Hung Hing triad, ordinary citizens, and even people from different triads were all deeply moved.