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Chapter 122 Brother Sheng, the brothers can't hold back anymore!

Lei Yaoyang led his Tung Sing henchmen into Sham Shui Po, their unified roars growing louder and louder, shaking the doors and windows of the bar.

Han Bin's heart sank. He immediately threw away the cigarette in his hand, sprang up from the sofa, and his face was full of anger.

Before he could speak, one of the henchmen stumbled open the bar door, covered in blood, his face filled with panic and shock.

"Boss, Lei Yaoyang has personally led several hundred men to attack!"

The henchman leaned against the door frame, panting heavily, his voice trembling with extreme anxiety.

"Damn Lei Yaoyang! He's so damn treacherous and cunning!" Han Bin's pupils shrank, and he instantly saw through the other party's conspiracy.

Tung Sing's surprise attack on Kwai Tsing was not a base raid at all; it was all a feint by Lui Yiu-yeung to lure him into sending troops back to reinforce, leaving him stranded in Sham Shui Po!

The anger of being tricked surged into Han Bin's heart, and he slammed his fist hard on the armrest of the sofa.

Several henchmen who remained behind quickly surrounded them, their faces anxious. One of them, steeling himself, asked, "Boss, should we hold them off until Brother B's reinforcements arrive?"

"Fuck your mother!"

Han Bin shouted angrily, his tone full of impatience yet unusually clear-headed.

"With just our numbers, how can we possibly fight against Lei Yaoyang's hundreds? Staying here is just suicide! Everyone, follow me and retreat through the back door!"

Han Bin knew he couldn't linger at this moment, so without hesitation, he turned and strode quickly toward the back door of the bar.

The men didn't dare to delay and immediately followed Han Bin's footsteps. The group kept a low profile and quickly retreated through the dark alley behind the back door, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

Not long after they left, Lei Yaoyang led a large group of men to break through the bar's doors and easily regained control of Hetu's place.

The owners and managers of these establishments huddled behind the bar, their faces ashen, their eyes filled with bewilderment and helplessness.

The situation changed too quickly, so quickly that they couldn't react at all.

First, Hung Hing swept through Hop To before they could even take their positions.

Dongxing attacked, and then Hanbin came to their aid, scattering Dongxing.

Now that Lei Yaoyang, the Thunder Tiger, has returned, Hung Hing has quickly retreated.

What the hell is going on here?!

One act ends and another begins; the stage changes faster than turning the pages of a book.

He Tu has taken back the territory, and the ground is a mess. Dongxing's underlings are busy cleaning up the scene.

"That damn Han Bin, he actually ran away! I was hoping to take him down!"

Lei Yaoyang's face was full of hostility, and he couldn't help but roar.

Iron Axe kicked the unconscious Chan Ho-nam into a corner.

Chen Haonan groaned, his body curled up into a ball, his face covered in blood. He wanted to resist, but he had no strength left.

Watching Chen Haonan crawl on the ground like a dog, Tiezhou licked the wound on the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with a ruthless glint of unfulfilled desire.

He walked up to Lei Yaoyang and said, "Brother Yaoyang, while we're riding high, why don't we go all out and take down Hung Hing's branch in Sham Shui Po too!"

"Hung Hing's beautiful mom..."

Lei Yaoyang repeated the name in a low voice, his previous hostility instantly subsiding as he fell into deep thought.

The water in Sham Shui Po is much deeper than that in Kwai Tsing.

Among the members of the Hung Hing Gang's second branch, "Pretty Ma" was always the most mysterious.

She didn't have many men under her command, only two or three hundred.

In terms of public influence in Sham Shui Po, she doesn't even rank among the top. Just now, when Chan Ho-nam was ambushed in Kwai Tsing, she didn't make a move at all!

Lei Yaoyang knew perfectly well that the beautiful mother secretly kept a group of top-notch gunmen, each of whom was a ruthless character capable of taking on ten men, but they never showed themselves easily.

Having just taken over Hetu's territory, his men have already been dispersed to guard various locations, and he can mobilize less than a hundred elite troops.

If you rashly step into the territory of "pretty moms," you might not be able to withstand the attacks from those hired guns.

Not only will he fail to take Sham Shui Po, but he may also face a counterattack from Hung Hing, losing even the territory he just acquired.

Although gangsters fight and clear out areas without using guns or firearms.

But who knows if this beautiful mom, who's going through menopause, might lose her temper!

After pondering for a long time, Lei Yaoyang gritted his teeth and suppressed his impulse, coldly saying, "Iron Hammer, take men to guard all the venues, be on high alert, and keep a close eye on Wo Luen Shing Prince!"

He wasn't worried about Hung Hing's counterattack, but he was very worried about whether Wo Luen Shing would suddenly take action!

"Yes, Brother Yaoyang!" Tie Zhou nodded in agreement, though unwilling.

He grabbed Chan Ho-nam, intending to beat him up again and vent all his anger on him.

at the same time.

Meanwhile, Boss B was leading a group of his underlings from Tsz Wan Shan. They had received the news and were preparing to rush to the aid of Sham Shui Po, but they ran into Han Bin's leader on the way.

Seeing the other person's flustered expression, Boss B stepped forward and asked, "What happened?"

"Dongxing's Lei Yaoyang ambushed Kwai Tsing, and the boss ordered me to return to the source immediately!"

Han Bin was in a hurry to return to Kwai Tsing, leaving his henchmen to explain to Boss B before leaving in a hurry.

Upon hearing that Tung Sing had actually launched a sneak attack on Kwai Tsing, Boss B's heart skipped a beat, and his face was full of surprise.

Although Tung Sing and Hung Hing are mortal enemies, he knew that Lui Yiu-yeung was always cautious, so why did he suddenly target Han Bin?

What puzzled Boss B even more was that Lui Yiu-yeung had actually seized the opportunity so precisely. Could it be that there was a traitor in Hung Hing from Tung Sing?

Now, Boss B has two choices: one is to take his men to Sham Shui Po to support Chan Ho-nam!

Secondly, we'll go to Kwai Tsing together and beat that bastard Lei Yaoyang out of there.

Before Boss B could make a decision, his mobile phone rang urgently.

As soon as the call connected, a panicked voice came from the other end: "Brother B! Something terrible has happened! Lui Yiu-yeung from Tung Sing just brought his men to Sham Shui Po, chased Han Bin away, and even took over all of Hop To's turf!"

The news struck B like two thunderbolts, leaving him stunned and speechless, his eyes vacant and his mind blank.

Is Lei Yaoyang going crazy?

They dared to target both Sham Shui Po and Kwai Tsing at the same time, and their actions were incredibly fast, giving no one time to react.

"Where did that damned Lei Yaoyang get so many men from?"

In his panic, the only person Boss B could think of was Jiang Tiansheng. He dialed the number with trembling hands, his voice filled with barely concealed anxiety: "Mr. Jiang, something terrible has happened, Lei Yaoyang from Tung Sing..."

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Tiansheng was sitting on the leather sofa in his office, an unlit cigar between his fingers. After listening to Boss B's report, he remained silent for several seconds. The office was so quiet that you could hear the ticking of the Patek Philippe second hand on his wrist.

Tonight's situation has completely exceeded his expectations.

Lei Yaoyang of Dongxing made this move quickly and ruthlessly, accurately seizing upon his plan.

Both attacks were successful, snatching the prize of He Tu from his mouth.

"How did that bastard Lei Yaoyang know my plan?"

Jiang Tiansheng tightened his fingertips slightly, squeezing the tobacco in the cigar until it was slightly deformed, his mind racing as he considered the underlying reasons.

Over the years, Hung Hing and Tung Sing had fought thousands of battles, and Chiang Tin-sang knew Lui Yiu-yeung very well.

This guy is ambitious but never does anything he's not sure of. He's so bold. Is there some other force supporting him?

Or was there a problem within Hung Hing, and the information was leaked?

Countless questions swirled in his mind, but Jiang Tiansheng showed no sign of panic. His years of experience leading Hung Hing allowed him to quickly calm down.

He knew in his heart that the more flustered he was at this moment, the more likely he was to make the wrong decisions.

After waiting for a long time without a response, Boss B on the other end of the phone grew increasingly anxious and quickly asked, "Mr. Chiang, should I help them now? Both Kwai Tsing and Sham Shui Po need support!"

The office was brightly lit, but the light in Jiang Tiansheng's eyes grew even deeper, creating a stark contrast.

He pondered in silence for a moment, then finally sighed helplessly, his tone carrying a hint of resolute determination after careful consideration: "Ah B, Lei Yaoyang is not easy to deal with. Don't go to Kwai Tsing, take some men to help Liang Ma."

At this moment, Lei Yaoyang had already firmly taken control of Hetu's territory. If Boss B's small force rashly went over, not only would they fail to reclaim the territory, but they would also suffer unnecessary losses.

If Lei Yaoyang were to seize the opportunity and take down Hung Hing's branch in Sham Shui Po, Hung Hing would lose both the territory of Hop To and its stronghold in Sham Shui Po. That would be a true double loss, a complete disgrace.

"Mr. Jiang, are we just going to let Tung Sing intercept us like this?"

Boss B gripped his cell phone tightly, his voice hoarse with resentment: "If we, Hung Hing, just swallow this insult like this, how will we ever face anyone again?"

"Ah B, don't act rashly. Hung Hing is in a precarious situation right now, and every move is like walking on thin ice."

Jiang Tiansheng's voice turned colder, his tone leaving no room for argument: "Han Bin has already been driven away by Lei Yaoyang, he won't be making a move again tonight. How can you possibly take back the fight with your small force?"

Big Brother B gritted his teeth, still unwilling to give up: "Mr. Chiang, Wo Luen Shing has over three thousand men in Sham Shui Po. If we get Leung Sing to help, we might be able to turn things around!"

"Liang Sheng... never mind."

"Ah B, you've dealt with Leung Sing before. That damn handsome guy is an insatiable lion with a huge appetite."

Tonight, Hung Hing paid a heavy price in order to have a legitimate reason for their actions.

If we ask Lin Sheng's men to drive away Lei Yaoyang, the cost will definitely be even greater than the cost of He Tu's operation.

As the leader of Hung Hing, Chiang Tin-sang could not possibly engage in such a short-sighted business deal.

"Damn Lei Yaoyang! I'll beat his mother to a pulp sooner or later!" Boss B was furious and kicked a trash can on the side of the road hard.

Boss B hung up the phone, his face a mixture of anger and resentment, but he could only suppress his impulse and turn to his underlings, saying in a deep voice, "Let's go! Go to Sham Shui Po, help Madam Liang guard the gang, don't let that bastard Lei Yaoyang take it away!"

"What should we do about Brother Nan?" Chao Pi asked, his voice filled with anxiety and panic.

"Anan!" Boss B hesitated for a moment before finally speaking to reassure him, "Han Bin has brought men to support Anan. Everything's been arranged for him; nothing will happen!"

"call!"

Upon hearing what Boss B said, Chao Pi breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Chan Ho-nam is alright, there's still a chance.

As night grew darker, Boss B led his men to the beautiful mother's place.

Once the Tung Sing men discovered this, they immediately notified Lei Yaoyang.

Lei Yaoyang did not take the opportunity to lead his men to ambush Boss B, but instead ordered his henchmen to guard the territory and make sure that Hung Hing could not take it back.

The night in Mong Kok is bathed in neon lights, the music in the nightclubs is deafening, and the smells of tobacco, alcohol and perfume intertwine in the air.

Lin Sheng leaned against the center of the dance floor, his left arm around Bo Bo's slender waist, his right hand gently squeezing Qiu Ti's wrist, while Piao Piao pressed against his back. The three women, with their alluring figures, danced an extremely intimate and lingering dance with him.

The handsome man and beautiful woman were particularly eye-catching under the flashing lights. Every twist and close movement drew wild cheers and whistles from the audience, with applause almost drowning out the music.

In a corner at the edge of the dance floor, Jimmy paced back and forth like an ant on a hot plate, his hands behind his back and his brows furrowed.

His gaze was fixed on Lin Sheng on the dance floor, his face full of barely concealed anxiety.

As the music faded, Lin Sheng slowly walked off the stage.

Jimmy immediately strode forward, his voice low but urgent: "Brother Sheng, Uncle Longgen has called dozens of times to urge us on! Lei Yaoyang of Dongxing has raided Hetu's place twice already, and our men can't hold him back!"

Lin Sheng reached out and hooked his arm around Jimmy's neck, the grip neither too tight nor too loose, but a hint of coldness and displeasure flashed in his eyes. His tone was deep and serious: "Jimmy, you don't even have this much self-control, yet you want to achieve great things?"

Jimmy, sweating profusely, quickly explained, "Brother Sheng, it's not that I'm losing my temper! Over three thousand men from District Nine are waiting outside, watching Hung Hing and Tung Sing fight tooth and nail over territory. They're just standing by watching the show, and the brothers are about to lose their temper!"

Tonight, Wo Luen Shing has gathered the elite forces from all nine districts, intending to wipe out the three major triads in one fell swoop. Now, Hung Hing and Tung Sing have already divided up most of the profits, leaving only Hop To barely clinging to life.

But Lin Sheng delayed in giving the order, which made the brothers waiting for orders increasingly anxious.

Lin Sheng glanced at Jimmy, whose face was full of anxiety, and said in a calm tone, but with a cold killing intent in his voice: "Jimmy, Hung Hing couldn't take down Hop To, purely because they were useless. As for Lui Yiu-yeung of Tung Sing, I dare say he won't live to see tomorrow morning."

This was no exaggeration; Lin Sheng had planned it all along.

He accepted all the benefits offered by Jiang Tiansheng, but he never intended to hand over the Hetu factory to Hongxing. Now that Hongxing has been defeated by Lei Yaoyang's cunning methods and has already given up, it would be perfectly legitimate for him to take over with his men. This would be in accordance with the rules of the underworld and allow him to keep this lucrative business for himself.

Jimmy's face lit up with joy, the huge weight lifted from his heart, and his tone became lighter: "Brother Sheng, shall we take the men over now?"

"What's the rush?" Lin Sheng's lips curled into a wicked smile as he casually twirled his mobile phone, his eyes gleaming with shrewdness.

"Let's call Chiang Tin-sang first. Hung Hing's defeat is our opportunity. Let's see if we can squeeze some money out of him."

After saying that, Lin Sheng dialed the number.

The moment the call connected, Lin Sheng's tone immediately switched to a familiar yet playful one: "Mr. Jiang, it's me, A-Sheng."

Jiang Tiansheng's voice sounded clearly embarrassed. He immediately apologized, "Ah Sheng, I'm sorry you had to laugh at us. Hung Hing really messed up this time."

As the leader of Hung Hing, he lost to Tung Sing twice in the battle for territory. How could he hold his head high in front of Lam Sing!

Lin Sheng chuckled and continued, "Mr. Jiang, it's because those bastards from Tung Sing are too dirty-minded, constantly resorting to underhanded tricks. Don't pin the blame on Chan Ho-nam; he's still young and inexperienced, he can't withstand this kind of torment. But you, Mr. Jiang, have to hold on."

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