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Chapter 102 If his subordinates are all so capable, how strong is Crown Prince Sheng?

Suddenly, the door to the private room was pulled open, and a henchman stumbled in, his face pale, shouting, "Brother Xiao, something bad has happened! Brother Yi is in trouble!"

"Bang!" Ding Xiaoxie slammed his wine glass down on the table, spilling a few drops of wine.

His face instantly darkened, and he slapped the henchman hard across the face, yelling, "What's the panic! Can't you see I'm entertaining guests? You have no manners at all!"

The henchman staggered from the blow, covering his face and remaining silent.

Ding Xiaoxie took a deep breath, turned to look at the guests at the table, quickly put on a pleased smile, and bowed slightly, saying, "Excuse me, everyone, something urgent has come up. Please excuse me for a moment, I'll be right back."

After saying that, he glared sharply at his henchman and ordered in a low voice, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and call a few pretty girls over to drink with the guests and take good care of them!"

"Yes! Yes! Brother Xiao!" the henchman hurriedly replied, covering his face as he quickly retreated.

Ding Xiaoxie watched as the guests were surrounded by beautiful women who came in later and continued drinking before turning around and leaving the private room.

"Second brother, what are you up to again?"

Ding Xiaoxie questioned him with dissatisfaction.

Yesterday I almost got into a conflict with Wo Luen Shing Prince. I had just told him to go to Ma On Shan Estate to reflect on his actions when he called me again.

Hearing the questioning voice in Ding Xiaoxie's eyes, Ding Yixie's heart-wrenching wail came from the other end of the phone, his voice trembling with sobs: "Boss Xie... my Achilles tendon has been severed!"

Upon hearing this, Ding Xiaoxie's face instantly darkened: "Who the hell did this? Don't you know you're my own brother, Ding Xiaoxie?"

"I don't know who it was. That guy rammed me first in his Ferrari, then a bunch of idiots rushed up and started slashing... Ouch, that hurts! Couldn't you have been a little gentler?!"

"Second brother, don't worry. I swore an oath that no one can harm my brother. I will definitely avenge you!"

After saying that, Ding Xiaoxie abruptly ended the call.

He abruptly turned to his men at the door and shouted, "Sang Niu!"

Hearing Ding Xiaoxie's shout, Sang Niu rushed forward: "Brother Xiao!"

"Send everyone out and find that Ferrari!" Ding Xiaoxie's voice was icy cold, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.

"Understood!" The ox didn't dare to delay and immediately turned and rushed out.

A luxury car like a Ferrari is already very eye-catching on the streets of Mong Kok; you can easily find out where it is by making a few phone calls.

The news came back quickly; the sports car was still in Mong Kok, right on the street where it intersected with Wo Luen Shing.

Ding Xiaoxie gripped his mobile phone, a cruel glint in his eyes, his teeth grinding together: "Whoever dares to touch my brother will die!"

His gaze fell on the ox, and he roared, "Overturn that car! And that driver—he mustn't see the sun rise tomorrow!"

In Mong Kok, a piercing crash echoed through the street.

When the Mercedes crashed the Ferrari into a shop on the street, the driver got out of the car and looked at the twisted sports car in front of him, a smug look immediately appearing on his face.

He spat on the ground, touched the wound on his forehead, winced in pain, his face full of anger, and kicked the deformed car door.

"So what if you drive a Ferrari? I still smashed it to pieces! Daring to mess with the Chung Ching Society, even nine lives wouldn't be enough to pay for it!"

The driver's gaze swept over Ah Bao, who was covered in blood and unconscious in the driver's seat. His disdain deepened, and he slowly pulled out his mobile phone, preparing to inform Ding Xiaoxie and curry favor.

Suddenly, three dark figures darted out from the street corner!

With heavy traffic on the street, Ah Dong, who was sitting in the BMW behind, saw the Ferrari overturned and immediately jumped out.

The moment she saw the driver, her hatred and anger ignited, and she kicked the driver hard in the lower back.

The driver screamed and flew backward like a broken sack, crashing heavily to the ground and unable to get up for a long time.

After dealing with the driver, A-Dong, A-Yong, and the Mantis immediately pounced on the overturned sports car.

The three of them grabbed the deformed car door together, their faces flushed, and with a sudden burst of strength, accompanied by a screeching sound of metal scraping, the car door was forcibly torn open a crack.

Ignoring the cuts on their hands, they hurriedly dragged out Abao, who was covered in blood and unconscious.

"Abao, Abao, wake up!"

Ah Dong hugged Ah Bao's body, his voice trembling, and shook his shoulders urgently, shouting.

When Ah Yong saw blood flowing from Ah Bao's nose, he immediately shouted, "Stop shaking him! Call an ambulance!"

The praying mantis, veins bulging on its forehead, roared at Ah Dong, "Where's the big brother?"

The four of them were brothers who had risked their lives for each other; their bond was even deeper than that of blood brothers.

The four men were closer than brothers. They were frantic when they saw Ah Bao, who was covered in blood and unconscious. They searched for his cell phone in the wrecked sports car.

Before they could find their leader, shouts of killing erupted from the distant street corner: "You damned bastards, how dare you mess with our Chung Ching Society! Kill them all!"

Fei Long, a henchman of Zhongqing Society's Red Stick Sang Niu, led more than a dozen men out of the streets and alleys and charged fiercely towards A Dong and his two companions.

"Take Ah Bao with you, I'll cover the rear!" Ah Dong drew his machete from his waist with a swift motion, the blade gleaming coldly, his tone resolute and without the slightest hesitation.

"Ah Yong, take Ah Bao and retreat!" Mantis also pulled out the machete from his back, took two steps to Ah Dong's side, and the two stood back to back, instantly protecting Ah Bao and the others behind them.

"Watch out!"

Ah Yong clenched his teeth and said.

He knew in his heart that if he didn't take Abao with him, all four of them would be doomed here today.

Only by taking away the injured and unconscious Abao can Adong and Mantis fight their way out without any worries.

Ah Yong bent down and lifted Ah Bao's arm onto his shoulder. Even though his shoulder was heavy, he didn't dare to stop for a second and turned to run across the street.

The territory of Wo Luen Shing is just across the street from Chung Ching Society. As long as we rush over there, we can get reinforcements!

As Ah-Yong's figure disappeared into the distance, Ah-Dong and Mantis exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with resolute ruthlessness.

"Fuck your mothers, you damn bastards from the Chung Ching Society!"

With a shout, the two men grabbed their machetes and charged at Fatty Dragon and his henchmen without hesitation.

A roar and the sound of metal clashing exploded instantly.

The two men, fearless of death, managed to hold off Fat Dragon's men in place.

Fei Long clashed with A Dong, the impact of which made his arm go numb. He was also slashed, bleeding profusely, and immediately retreated to the back.

He caught sight of Ah Yong carrying the person away, and his eyes immediately turned red with rage. He yelled at the top of his lungs, "Stop him! Boss Xiao has said the driver can't see the sun tomorrow!"

"Chase him! Kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several people who had been surrounding A-Dong and his group immediately broke off and chased after A-Yong while shouting.

"Damn it, wipe them all out!"

Hearing hurried footsteps behind him, Ah Yong turned around and couldn't help but curse angrily.

He held onto Ah Bao's arm tightly with his left hand to prevent him from slipping, and with his right hand he drew his machete and slashed it down hard at the henchman charging at the front!

"Pfft!"

With one slash, bright red blood splattered onto Abao's face.

The strong smell of blood instantly ignited the ferocity of the Zhongqing Society henchmen. Their eyes turned bloodshot, and they aimed their machetes specifically at Abao on Ayong's back.

They held nothing back; they wanted to take Abao's life.

Ah Yong caught sight of the blade aimed directly at Ah Bao's head, his heart tightened, and he quickly dodged to the side!

The cold blade grazed Abao's cheek before striking his shoulder hard.

"hiss..."

A gruesome wound appeared on his shoulder, and blood gushed out rapidly. The pain made Ah Yong's face contort, and he kept gasping for breath.

Blood instantly soaked his clothes, but he still didn't put Ah Bao down, glaring angrily at the bastards of the Chung Ching Society in front of him.

"Fuck your mother! If you have the guts, kill me! Our boss and the Prince of Luen Shing will avenge us!"

"Wah Lian Shing Prince Sheng?"

Upon hearing Ah Yong mention Prince Sheng's name, the gangsters from the Chung Ching Society immediately stopped what they were doing, their faces showing hesitation.

Fei Long sent a few men to deal with A Yong, which greatly reduced the pressure on A Dong and the others. They quickly fought their way out and reached A Yong, protecting him behind them.

The henchmen of the Chung Ching Society immediately surrounded the group.

But instead of taking action immediately, he looked at Fat Dragon behind him and said, "Brother Fat, they are from Wo Shing Wo! Prince Sheng!"

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"What? They're Prince Sheng's men?" Fei Long trembled upon hearing this.

The most formidable triad boss in Mong Kok is not Ting Hau-hai, the Hungry Wolf of the Chung Ching Society.

Instead, it was He Lian Sheng Tai Zi Sheng.

Ding Xiaoxie had already given the instructions.

Don't mess with Prince Sheng. This guy even knocked out the God of War of Hung Hing with one punch. Anyone who provokes him is doomed. Don't drag the triad down with you.

Ding Yixie had only partnered with Dongxing Benleihu to open a bar when Prince Sheng's henchmen came to cause trouble.

Ding Xiaoxie decisively withdrew his shares in the bar and even kicked Ding Yixie to Ma'anshan, all to avoid conflict with Prince Sheng.

But now, they're actually chasing after Prince Sheng's henchmen and attacking them; this has created a deep-seated grudge.

Fei Long stared wide-eyed at A Dong and the others, his eyes filled with hesitation. He was about to pick up his cell phone and call Ding Xiaoxie.

Just then, a deafening roar of battle cries erupted from across the street, shaking the very air that filled the entire street!

"Brother Sing has spoken: sweep all those bastards from the Chung Ching Society out of Mong Kok!"

Hong Ye's roar pierced the clouds and split rocks. He gripped a gleaming machete in his hand, his arms bare, his muscles bulging.

Behind him followed a hundred strong and burly men, each carrying a weapon, who charged forward menacingly, their massive footsteps shaking the guardrails on the street.

Upon seeing Hong Ye, A Dong and Mantis were incredibly excited.

"Ah Bao, hold on, don't fall asleep! Brother Sheng has sent Brother Hong with men to rescue us!"

When Fei Long saw Hong Ye with so many people, his face turned deathly pale, and he was so frightened that his soul almost flew out of his body.

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his arm, he yelled at the top of his lungs, "Run! Run!"

Before he finished speaking, Hong Ye charged forward and slashed down the Chung Ching Society henchman in front of him with a single blow.

Seeing that Fei Long was trying to slip away, he stomped his foot and leaped into the air, clearing the iron railing by the roadside.

As soon as Hong Ye's feet touched the ground, he swung his arm violently, and the back of the heavy machete, carrying a strong wind, slammed into Fei Long's back!

"what!"

Fatty Dragon let out a heart-wrenching scream, staggered from the force of the impact, and crashed hard to the ground, knocking out his front teeth.

Hong Ye didn't give Fei Long a chance to catch his breath. He climbed up and kicked him in the head, knocking him unconscious.

"You bastards from Chung Ching Society, don't run away!"

He gripped the knife handle tightly with his backhand, shouted, and chased after the fleeing Zhongqing Society henchmen, slashing at them.

The blade flashed, and each strike was accompanied by a scream.

In no time at all, Hong Ye had hacked this rabble to pieces, making them cry out for their parents and flee in terror.

"Holy crap! Brother Hong is amazing!"

Ah Yong was stunned and couldn't help but swear.

"Yeah, they're way better than us. We'll have to find a chance to learn their swordsmanship from Brother Hong!" Mantis's eyes lit up as he nodded repeatedly.

The three of them, barely clinging to life, managed to stop a dozen or so bruised and battered men.

But Hong Ye alone cut them all down as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.

The difference was enormous; their eyes were filled with admiration.

Ah Dong suddenly spoke up: "Brother Hong said himself that he couldn't last a single move against Brother Sheng!"

"If we're going to learn, we should learn from Brother Sheng!"

Upon hearing this, Mantis and Ah Yong nodded in unison, saying, "That's right! We'll go find Brother Sheng to learn swordsmanship later; we absolutely can't embarrass Prince Sheng!"

After dealing with Fei Long and his gang, Hong Ye felt no fatigue whatsoever. He remembered Lin Sheng saying that he wanted to sweep Chung Ching Society out of Mong Kok.

Carrying a machete that was still dripping blood, he charged into the Chung Ching Society's territory in Mong Kok.

His entire body exuded a murderous aura, like a god of death crawling out of hell.

He would chop and hack at anyone he saw, with his henchmen following closely behind.

The restaurants and saunas belonging to the Chung Ching Society were smashed to pieces. The henchmen were either dead, injured, or ran away, and their cries were deafening.

In less than half an hour, Hong Ye led over a hundred brothers, sweeping all before them and heading straight for Ding Xiaoxie's headquarters!

Five Crab Sun Death Restaurant.

"You damn bastards, how dare you sweep our place like this?!"

When Ting Hau-hai received the news that Hung Yip had swept away most of Chung Ching Society's territory in Mong Kok, he was completely dumbfounded.

Didn't we already give an explanation yesterday?

They have already withdrawn their shares in the bar and warned Dongxing Benleihu not to mess with Zhongqing Society again.

Ding Xiaoxie immediately grabbed the henchman who had brought the message and roared at him, "Didn't I give the order? Don't set foot on Wo Luen Shing's territory! Who the hell messed with them?!"

In fact, Ding Xiaoxie had already noticed him when Lin Sheng swept through Hetu Babi's territory.

And he was highly praised: "Wo Shing has produced another dark horse that can be compared with Big D."

As expected, Lin Sheng's rise to power was too fast, exceeding everyone's expectations.

When Lam Sing took over Mong Kok, even if Ting Hau-hai wanted to suppress him, he was powerless to do anything about it. He could only instruct his men not to give him any excuse to take action.

Ding Xiaoxie was able to develop the Chung Ching Society from a small gang to a second-rate one because he was well aware of the rules of the underworld.

Lin Sheng's rise to power was too fast, so fast that it inspired fear.

He had analyzed Lin Sheng and found that every time he made a move, he had a legitimate reason for it, making it difficult for surrounding gangs to find an opportunity.

Otherwise, even with the Wo Luen Shing brand blocking his way, many surrounding triads would unite to divide him up.

This high-profile sweep of Zhongqing Society's territory must be because someone provoked him.