Hong Kong variety show: Cut off my source of income, send the big shot to the moon.

Chapter 120 Brother B, we can't hold on any longer.

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Upon hearing this, Lin Sheng showed no sign of anxiety. Instead, a mocking smile appeared on his lips, and a glint of triumph flashed in his eyes.

"That arrogant wolfhound Lei Yaoyang has finally fallen into my trap. Now, I can finally enjoy a good show of dogs fighting each other."

Jimmy was startled by Lin Sheng's confident demeanor, and his tense nerves instantly relaxed.

He paused for a few seconds, his mind racing, and instantly grasped the key point. The panic and confusion in his eyes vanished, replaced by clarity and understanding.

He leaned closer to Lin Sheng and lowered his voice, his tone carrying a hint of sudden realization.

"Brother Sheng, you had already predicted that Lei Yaoyang wouldn't obediently go to Kwai Tsing. He's arrogant and has high standards, so he'll definitely think it's your conspiracy. He won't touch Han Bin, but will instead keep an eye on the Hop To territory that Hung Hing is about to get its hands on."

"Is Lei Yaoyang trying to take advantage of the chaos to snatch this lucrative prize from Chen Haonan's grasp?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Sheng looked up at Jimmy with a hint of admiration in his eyes and nodded slightly: "You're quick-witted."

He picked up the mobile phone and said into the microphone, "Jin, did you hear what Jimmy said?"

"I heard you, Brother Sheng."

Gao Jin's voice was calm and composed, without the previous impatience.

"Brother Kesheng, what should we do now? If Lei Yaoyang succeeds and takes over Hetu's territory, then all our work tonight will have been for nothing?"

"Moreover, once Tung Sing has established a firm foothold, it will be difficult to make any moves later."

Gao Jin voiced all his doubts.

Tonight, he led over two hundred knife-wielding men, fully armed and ready, awaiting Lin Sheng's order. He was unwilling to simply watch Dongxing succeed.

"What's the rush?"

Lin Sheng chuckled, his tone full of composure and control: "Let Chen Haonan be smug for a while. He's been fighting for so long and is finally about to take down Hetu. He's riding high."

"Lei Yaoyang certainly doesn't want to see Chen Haonan succeed. If he makes a move, Han Bin will definitely not stand idly by and will rush out to fight Lei Yaoyang!"

At this point, Lin Sheng paused, his tone turning colder, carrying a resolute ruthlessness.

"Ah Jin, hold your breath. Wait until the three sides are exhausted and both sides are severely weakened, then lead the brothers out and beat the Hung Hing and Tung Sing men to a pulp!"

After hearing Lin Sheng's complete plan, Gao Jin's worries vanished instantly, his brows relaxed completely, and an irrepressible excitement welled up on his face, his voice even carrying a hint of excitement.

"Brother Sheng, I knew you had a brilliant plan! You've thought of everything so thoroughly. Now, whether it's Hung Hing or Tung Sing, you'll crush them both!"

"Haha, otherwise how could I be your boss?" Lin Sheng laughed loudly, his tone full of smug satisfaction.

Jimmy stood aside, watching Lin Sheng's confident and smug look, and a strong sense of pride welled up in his heart.

With such a shrewd and capable leader by my side, my future is limitless.

"Haha! Sham Shui Po, from this moment on, belongs to Hung Hing!"

Chan Ho-nam stepped onto the bar counter of the last bar in Hop To, his black trench coat billowing in the evening breeze, the hem rustling loudly.

He was soaked in sweat and smelled faintly of blood, his hair disheveled and plastered to his forehead, but his eyes were bright and piercing, burning with the intense light of victory.

A fierce aura, reminiscent of a bloody battle, swept over us, freezing the surrounding air.

The bar was a mess, with broken bottles scattered all over the floor. Wails and shouts of killing mingled together. Many customers were so frightened that they wet themselves and huddled to the side, afraid to move, lest they be beaten up by Chen Haonan.

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The Hung Hing brothers were exhausted, their wounds still bleeding, but no one paid attention. Their faces were filled with the ecstatic joy of breaking through the enemy lines.

"Brother Nan, you're amazing!"

Baopi limped over, his face smeared with blood, but his eyes shone with an astonishing gleam. He roared excitedly, "This time we've finally got our revenge! Who will dare call us trash from Hung Hing anymore!"

These men had followed Chan Ho-nam through thick and thin for many years and knew best the frustration Chan Ho-nam had felt these past few times; they were more agitated than anyone else at this moment.

"Hung Hing is mighty!"

"Brother B is awesome!"

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"Brother Nan is awesome!"

The henchmen behind him stood up one after another. Even though their legs were weak and their wounds were stinging, they roared with all their might. Their shouts were like a tidal wave, shaking the windows of the bar.

These shouts were both a celebration and affirmation of the victory, and a rebuttal to the doubts raised within the organization.

But more than anything, it's an endorsement of Chan Ho-nam.

Hearing the brothers' deafening roar, Chan Ho-nam gripped the blood-stained strip of cloth on his arm, the mark of Hung Hing.

He felt an indescribable surge of excitement and ecstasy, and his eyes even welled up with a barely perceptible moisture.

Chan Ho-nam slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the brothers in front of him, then looking out the window at the night view of Sham Shui Po. An overwhelming surge of excitement welled up in his heart.

This was the third time he had fought for the gang. The first two times, he was either chased by the police or arrested and suffered greatly.

The gossip within the triad never stopped; many people felt that Chan Ho-nam was incompetent and a disgrace to Hung Hing.

During today's meeting, when Boss B assigned him the task of clearing the merge map, there was a chorus of opposition within the guild.

Many gang leaders looked on with disdain. If it weren't for Chiang Tin-sang's presence, they would have definitely mocked Boss B for being blind and leaving home.

Among them, Tai Fei from North Point reacted the most strongly, mocking him at a triad meeting as a hopeless case of Hung Hing.

He then made a threatening statement, saying that Chan Ho-nam would definitely not be able to take down Hop To tonight and would only bring shame to Hung Hing.

If you take it off, he'll eat shit!

Da Fei's harsh words were like a smear of excrement on Chen Haonan's face, fueling his raging anger. He secretly vowed to take down He Tu and prove himself.

With sheer grit and determination, they fought their way from the outskirts of Hetu all the way to the core bar, leaving behind a trail of blood and sweat at every step.

In the final battle just now, the remaining forces of Hetu put up a stubborn resistance, and our brothers suffered heavy casualties, so no one dared to go forward.

But none of them backed down; they relied on their teamwork and fierce courage to completely defeat their opponents.

"Dafei, this time you'll eat shit!"

Chan Ho-nam murmured the name, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, but a smug smile playing on his lips.

At this moment, Chan Ho-nam wished he could grab Tai Fei right away and make him eat a fresh pile of shit instead.

After expressing his feelings, Chan Ho-nam jumped off the bar, patted Bao Pi on the shoulder, and said in a hoarse but powerful voice: "Pass the word down, brothers, clean up the battlefield, hold the place, and don't give the remaining forces of He Tu a chance to counterattack."

Bao Pi nodded: "Understood, Brother Nan!"

"Later, tell Brother B about taking down He Tu, and tell everyone in the triad, that I, Chan Ho-nam, am not some trash from Hung Hing!"

When Chan Ho-nam said this, his tone was calm, but the veins on his neck were bulging, clearly indicating that he was suppressing a huge roar of anger inside.

At that moment, he wanted to roar, "To hell with the boss! I, Chan Ho-nam, have done so much for the gang, and you dare call me trash? I'll curse your whole family!"

"Yes!" Baopi was extremely excited and gripped it tightly.

Chan Ho-nam looked out the window again. The evening breeze carried the smell of blood, but he felt incredibly refreshed.

Little did he know, in some corner of Sham Shui Po...

Dongxing Benleihu, Lei Yaoyang's men had already been lying in wait in the shadows, ready to intercept him.

"Brother Yaoyang, the news is confirmed! The Hung Hing gang has completely taken over He Tu's territory. Chan Ho-nam is bragging to Boss B in the bar. Should we make our move now?"

Sang Gou crouched on a street corner in Sham Shui Po, urgently reporting to his mobile phone in a low voice, his eyes gleaming with a ruthless glint.

Upon hearing this, Lei Yaoyang's face lit up instantly, his tone filled with excitement and ruthlessness: "The opportunity has arrived, you bastard! Take your men and charge over there now, take down all those Hung Hing bastards! While they're exhausted, sweep them all out!"

"Yes, boss!"

Sang Gou's heart skipped a beat, his eyebrows shot up, and a wildly joyful smile spread across his face before he quickly hung up the phone.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the hundreds of men behind him, their eyes gleaming with ferocity.

"Brothers!"

The snarler roared, his voice laced with inflammatory rhetoric: "Those bastards from Hung Hing have just wiped out Hop To's place, now's their most relaxed moment! Charge in and take them down! Brother Yiu Yeung has spoken, take over the place! Five hundred dollars for each of them!"

"Yay!"

Hundreds of henchmen erupted in a deafening roar, their energy surging as if they'd been injected with adrenaline.

The henchmen of Tung Sing were notoriously poor; many of them went hungry for nine meals in three days, and even a full meal was a problem.

Five hundred dollars is only one-tenth of what Lian Sheng pays, but it's enough to feed them for a month.

Desperate for food, the crowd grabbed their machetes and steel pipes, roaring as they followed behind the mad dog, their steps chaotic yet their momentum fierce, charging toward the bar where Chen Haonan was.

In the darkness, the glint of blades flashed coldly under the streetlights, and the sounds of footsteps and shouts of battle grew ever closer.

At this moment, Bao Pi and Da Tian Er arranged for the brothers to guard the intersection as instructed by Chen Haonan.

As soon as I stepped out of the bar, I looked up and saw the Dongxing gang surging towards me like a tide, their knives flashing coldly in the night.

When Bao Pi saw so many people, he turned pale with fright, his legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground, clinging tightly to Da Tian Er beside him.

"Holy crap, Big Two! Why is Tung Sing attacking?!"

Da Tian Er was also taken aback by this sudden turn of events. The joy on his face vanished instantly, replaced by solemnity and panic.

Before he could answer Bao Pi's question, he suddenly pulled out a machete from his waist and roared at the Hung Hing brothers behind him who had just relaxed, "Grab your weapons! The Tung Sing bastards are trying to steal our territory, fight them! Beat their mothers!"

"Beat Dongxing's mother!"

How could we let those scoundrels from Tung Sing take away the territory we fought so hard to seize?

Even though they were exhausted, Hung Hing's reputation for producing tough guys was well-deserved.

They were all stirred by Da Tian Er's roar, and despite their aching bodies, they picked up their weapons and followed Da Tian Er to meet Dong Xing.

"Tung Sing fans, go back to your Yuen Long!"

"You damn Tung Sing fanboy, I'll beat your mother up!"

Da Tian Er Chong was at the forefront and immediately started fighting with the sanggou.

The Tung Sing forces were numerous and powerful, all ready to fight. In contrast, the Hung Hing forces had just gone through a fierce battle and were already exhausted. Before long, they fell into a disadvantageous position and retreated step by step.

Although Da Tian Er was exceptionally brave and wielded a machete to take down several Dongxing henchmen, he couldn't withstand the enemy's overwhelming numbers.

Seizing an opening, the dog kicked him hard in the lower back. Da Tian lost his balance and fell forward. Before he could get up, several machetes came crashing down, and he instantly collapsed into a pool of blood.

Hiding in the corner, Bao Pi watched as Da Tian Er was slashed down. Terrified, he scrambled back to the bar!

Inside the bar, Chan Ho-nam was relaxing on the sofa, a cigarette between his fingers, his face full of triumphant satisfaction. He was about to take a sip of his drink to calm down when he suddenly saw Bao Pi rush in in a panic.

"Brother Nan! The bastards from Tung Sing are attacking! Quickly contact Brother B and have him send reinforcements!"

Baopi was deathly pale, incoherent, and trembling all over.

Chan Ho-nam's heart sank. He instantly sprang up from the sofa, grabbed Bao Pi by the collar, his eyes bloodshot, and his voice filled with disbelief and fury: "Bao Pi, what did you say? Why would Tung Sing call at this time?"

He never expected Lei Yaoyang to suddenly interfere, and the joy of victory in his heart was instantly replaced by overwhelming anger.

"It's true! Da Tian Er from the Dongxing Thunder Tigers has already been cut down! Our brothers can't hold on at all!"

Baopi looked miserable, and his voice was trembling with tears.

"Damn it!" Enraged, Chan Ho-nam abruptly pulled back his foreskin, grabbed the machete he'd just thrown on the table, and roared at his brothers in the bar, his eyes filled with rage, "Brothers, let's fight those Tung Sing fans!"

Having said that, he led his men and charged out aggressively, engaging in fierce combat with the Dongxing forces.

Baopi was the most timid and dared not step forward to join the battle. He immediately stumbled to find the big brother's mobile phone, his hands were shaking so much that he could not press the number accurately for a long time. He finally managed to dial the number of the big brother B.

"Brother B! Something bad has happened! The Thunder Tigers from Dongxing have launched a surprise attack on us, trying to take over Hetu's territory. Brother Nan and the others can't hold them off any longer!"

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Boss B was overjoyed to receive the good news that Chan Ho-nam had secured the rights to the syndicate. He was finally able to vent his anger after not letting Chiang Tin-sang down.

Upon hearing Bao Pi's words, his expression changed drastically, and even his voice changed tone: "What? Lei Yaoyang dares to steal our Hung Hing's territory?"

"Yeah, Brother B, hurry up and send people over to support us. Find Prince Sheng, his men are nearby!" Bao Pi roared at the top of his lungs.

Boss B hung up the phone immediately, not daring to delay for even a moment, and dialed Jiang Tiansheng's number, reporting urgently.

"Mr. Chiang, trouble has broken out! That bastard, Ben Lei Hu from Tung Sing, led a group to raid Sham Shui Po, trying to take over the territory we just took over. Ah Nan and the others can't hold them off. Quickly call Prince Sheng and ask him to come and support us!"

"9

This is a deal between Chiang Tin-sang and Wo Luen Shing Prince Sing.

As long as Chiang Tin-sang calls Lam Sing, there are over three thousand people in the vicinity of Wo Luen Shing. No matter how many people Tung Sing comes, they can all be taken down.