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

Chapter 126 First, let's pay for Boss B's bill.

Having narrowly escaped death, Lei Yaoyang was filled with raging fury, and his usually sinister eyes were now burning with violent fire.

He slammed the microphone he was holding onto the speaker on the ground, and the imported equipment, worth several thousand yuan, burst into flames and was completely destroyed.

"That slut, I'm definitely going to pay her bill tonight!"

Lei Yaoyang gritted his teeth, his voice filled with bone-deep hatred.

Without any hesitation, Lei Yaoyang immediately picked up the phone and summoned all his trusted subordinates, whether they had just gone to the hospital to have their wounds bandaged or had gone back to sleep.

Furthermore, to ensure a swift and decisive defeat, Lui Yiu-yeung personally contacted Crow, the head of the Tung Sing Yuen Long branch.

Lured by high profits, they borrowed over a hundred battle-hardened tough guys to come to Sham Shui Po.

For a time, Tung Sing was bustling with noise in Sham Shui Po, a sea of ​​people that completely overwhelmed the lively atmosphere of the entire street.

Lei Yaoyang sat on a black motorcycle, his black leather jacket billowing in the wind, his gaze cold as he looked at the crowd in front of him.

Everyone was on high alert, waiting for his order to overthrow the Hung Hing triad.

Sham Shui Po, where the conflict had just subsided, was once again enveloped by a strong sense of tension as a major battle loomed ahead.

Shops that had just opened for business closed one after another, customers who had come out for a late-night snack also hurried away, and even the stray dogs on the street corners huddled in the corners, not daring to make a sound.

At this moment, everyone knew that the conflict between Tung Sing and Hung Hing had been completely ignited, and its momentum was even stronger than before.

"Tonight, I will not only overthrow Hung Hing's branch in Sham Shui Po, but also in Kwun Tong, and even Kowloon!"

"The boss is awesome!"

At Lei Yaoyang's command, hundreds of Tung Sing henchmen shouted in unison.

Then, like a tidal wave, they surged toward Hung Hing's branch in Sham Shui Po. The procession stretched for several streets and alleys, and the sound of their footsteps made the ground tremble slightly. Their unstoppable arrogance swallowed everything in its path.

Inside the Hung Hing Tong.

When the beautiful mother received a report from her subordinates that Lei Yaoyang had not only failed to go down to sell salted duck eggs, but had also gathered so many people to attack in a large force, her face turned deathly pale.

The teacup in his hand crashed to the ground with a clatter. He didn't even notice the tea soaking his clothes. A chilling coldness enveloped him, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

"That damn Lei Yaoyang, looks like he wants me dead!"

The beautiful mother had been in Hung Hing for many years, always responsible for gathering intelligence.

She knew Lei Yaoyang all too well; now that he was determined to kill, he would fight to the death, and with the manpower of her gang, there was absolutely no chance of victory.

Thinking of this, the mother didn't dare to delay for a second. She immediately picked up her mobile phone and dialed Jiang Tiansheng's number, her voice filled with barely concealed panic: "Mr. Jiang, Lei Yaoyang has brought several hundred men and attacked. Send reinforcements immediately!"

"What?! That bastard Lei Yaoyang has such big ambitions!"

Jiang Tiansheng was completely jolted awake by the beautiful mother's phone call. He immediately called Chen Yao and asked him to gather all the men from the various Hung Hing branches and send them to Sham Shui Po to support the beautiful mother.

As the distress signal from the Hung Hing headquarters quickly spread to all its branches, the Hung Hing members scattered in various places responded and rushed towards Sham Shui Po.

Such a commotion has already spread to every corner of Hong Kong Island.

Inside a private club belonging to the Number Gang, the air was thick with smoke. Several bigwigs sat around a mahjong table, the game continuing, but the conversation had already turned to the impending fight.

Yi Wen, a member of the Yi group, casually tossed a mahjong tile onto the table with a crisp sound, then asked the men around him, "Hung Hing and Tung Sing are fighting again. Who do you think will come out on top this time?"

A white-haired uncle sitting opposite Yaowen slowly exhaled a smoke ring, his cloudy eyes gleaming with shrewdness, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Is there any need to say more? It's definitely Lui Yiu-yeung of Tung Sing who will win! Hung Hing was driven away by Lui Yiu-yeung twice tonight, and this time they've gathered..."

"Having so many people is useless; there's absolutely no hope of turning the tide!"

"I'm not so sure." A soft yet weighty voice slowly rang out, breaking the consensus on the table.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Sister Ailian leaning back in her chair, her fingertips lightly tapping the table. Her well-tailored cheongsam accentuated her graceful figure and her fair and firm skin.

Although she is over thirty, she shows no signs of aging and instead possesses a captivating mature charm that surpasses that of a girl in her early twenties.

As a legendary figure in the Number Gang, her reputation and influence far surpassed that of Sister Thirteen of Hung Hing. She rarely made statements, but every word she uttered could stir up waves within the gang.

Yaowen raised an eyebrow, a playful look on his face, and asked Sister Ailian, "Sister Ailian, in your opinion, who will win this round?"

Sister Ailian raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping over everyone, and said calmly, "You've all forgotten about the heir apparent of Wo Luen Shing."

"he?"

Yaowen scoffed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, his tone full of undisguised disdain.

He slammed the cards down in his hand with such force that the table shook.

"Sister Ailian, you're joking. Hung Hing and Tung Sing have already fought several fierce battles. If Prince Sheng really wanted to intervene, he would have done so long ago. Why wait until now?"

"He's just a member of the Wo Luen Shing family; there's no need for him to offend Tung Sing for the sake of Hung Hing. In my opinion, he's just sitting on the sidelines watching the tigers fight, waiting to reap the benefits. He'll never amount to anything!"

One of Yaowen's uncles at the table opposite him also spoke up, his contempt for Yaowen undisguised.

"Don't be fooled by the large number of people Wo Luen Shing has gathered in Sham Shui Po. How long have they been holding back? Everyone knows that fighting is all about momentum; you have to strike hard in one go! If you stop to regroup, all that morale will dissipate, and what's the point of fighting then!"

With his uncle's approval, Yaowen leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips.

In his view, this battle was destined to be the starting point for Lei Yaoyang to become famous overnight and gain recognition in Hong Kong. Once the dust settles, he will go to find Lei Yaoyang for a drink tomorrow, take the opportunity to reconnect, and pave the way for the future.

"That's right, Yaowen and Ah Dong are right! Sister Ailian, you think too highly of Prince Sheng. He has a lot of men in the Wo Shing District 9, but he's too inexperienced. He's already lucky to have taken down Chung Ching Society and Wo Shing Society. He wants to get his hands on Sham Shui Po? He's dreaming!"

All three people at the table disagreed. Sister Ailian gently shook her head, a faint smile playing on her lips, her tone carrying a subtle distance: "You all are ultimately short-sighted."

After saying that, she casually played a card and said crisply, "Eight of Characters."

She thought to herself that it was a waste of time to sit with this group of people who only knew how to fight and had no long-term vision, play mahjong, and discuss the situation in Sham Shui Po.

"Haha, I won! Sister Ailian, 18 points!"

Yaowen's eyes lit up, and he quickly copied the 80,000 tile to his face, deftly pushed down the wall of tiles, and his face broke into a wide smile.

His gaze toward Sister Ailian was filled with smugness, and his provocative expression was impossible to conceal. He boasted, "It seems even luck is on my side. The situation couldn't be clearer."

Ai Lian's composed smile froze slightly, a fleeting pallor crossing her face. She quickly regained her composure, playfully scolding, "So what if you won? Look at your smug face, I'd think you'd won Sham Shui Po!"

Although her words carried a hint of coquettishness, the resentment in her tone was hard to completely conceal.

Sister Ailian gripped the mahjong tiles tightly with her fingertips, a chill creeping up her spine. She silently prayed, "Prince Sheng, I have high hopes for you. Don't let me down."

Actually, the reason everyone gathered here tonight to play mahjong is just to use the game as a cover; their real purpose is to discuss future plans for Sham Shui Po.

Sham Shui Po is a matter of interest for several major triads. As long as the battle between Hung Hing and Tung Sing remains unresolved, they cannot easily let their guard down.

Even though it was already late at night, they could only continue to sit at the mahjong table, seemingly leisurely playing mahjong, but in reality, they were all secretly observing and waiting for the moment when the situation would become clear.

The card game continued with the clatter of cards, and smoke filled the clubhouse. Everyone's thoughts were hidden beneath their smiles and words, each with their own calculations.

The streets of Mong Kok were already shrouded in the clamor and hostility of Sham Shui Po. Jimmy, panting heavily, grabbed his older brother and rushed to Lin Sheng, his voice urgent: "Brother Sheng! A fight has broken out! Lei Yaoyang borrowed troops from Crow, and Liang Ma's side also brought in reinforcements. More and more people are gathering from both sides, and the fight is even fiercer than before!"

"Oh?" Lin Sheng leaned against a lamppost on the street corner, the cigarette between his fingers burning to the end, sparks falling into the stains on the ground.

He frowned slightly; the situation had taken him by surprise.

Originally, he only wanted to take advantage of the situation to make Lei Yaoyang, Liang Ma and Big Brother B fight each other to the death so that he could reap the benefits. However, he did not expect that this conflict would directly involve the two major triads, Tung Sing and Hung Hing, and the situation began to get out of control.

"Brother Sheng, Uncle Deng just called!"

Jimmy lowered his voice and said, "Uncle Deng asked you what you plan to do: continue to sit on the sidelines and watch the tigers fight, or take advantage of the chaos now?"

Lin Sheng smiled slightly, secretly admiring Deng Bo's shrewdness.

That old bastard truly lives up to his reputation as the most prestigious among the uncles; with just one sentence, he accurately exposed the scheme hidden in his heart.

Longgen and his uncles had long been unable to contain themselves and had been sending people to urge him on, their minds filled with thoughts of seizing the opportunity to take over territory.

Only Uncle Deng remained calm, not asking whether he would make a move or not, but only probing when the time would be ripe for him to do so.

Lin Sheng stubbed out his cigarette, remained silent for a moment, his eyes gradually hardening, and instructed Jimmy, "Call Uncle Deng!"

The current situation is complicated, and it's time to have a good talk with this shrewd and calculating uncle to figure out each other's thoughts.

The call connected very quickly, and Deng Bo's aged yet weary voice, tinged with a hint of hoarseness, immediately came through the receiver: "Ah Sheng!"

Tonight's triad extravaganza that swept through Mong Kok not only got the underlings fired up and fighting tooth and nail, but even old guys like Uncle Deng, who are practically half-buried in the ground, couldn't contain their excitement and couldn't sleep at all.

A group of old men stayed up late at night, secretly watching the situation unfold.

Lin Sheng softened his tone and, unusually, proactively sought Lin Sheng's opinion: "Uncle Deng, what are your thoughts on the chaos between Tung Sing and Hung Hing tonight?"

He has now successfully taken over Chung Ching Society and Union Society, giving a clear account to the members of the society and reaping substantial benefits for himself.

His softened posture at this moment made him appear even more composed.

After taking over the territories of the two major gangs, Lin Sheng already had a plan in mind.

Give him just a few days, and arcades will spring up all over Kwun Tong, Kowloon, Sham Shui Po, Yau Ma Tei, and Mong Kok, creating a massive network of arcade machines that can make a fortune.

But as the map was about to be completed, Lin Sheng hesitated.

Should they take profits while they're ahead and focus on maintaining their existing foundation?

Or should we wait for another opportunity to break through the conspicuous situation and continue to expand?

At this moment, Lin Sheng decided to test Deng Bo's attitude.

To snatch food from the jaws of the two major triads, Hung Hing and Tung Sing, he needed the support of this veteran gangster's men. The forces in the Ninth District were complex and intertwined; without Uncle Deng's approval, he simply couldn't mobilize his manpower.

After a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, Uncle Deng's aged but steady voice came through: "Sheng, with so many brothers under us, how can this little bit of territory be enough to go around? Go ahead and do whatever you want."

He paused, then added, "I'm getting old, so I don't have the appetite to compete in the video game business anymore. Your underwear business is doing very well, so would you mind giving me a share?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Sheng agreed almost without hesitation: "Don't worry, Uncle Deng, no problem!"

"Sheng, with you watching over me, I can finally get a few peaceful nights' sleep." Uncle Deng laughed heartily, his tone full of entrustment.

After hanging up the phone, the respect on Lin Sheng's face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold smile.

This old man is indeed young at heart despite his age; he even knows that I want to open an arcade.

Knowing they couldn't get their hands on that lucrative business, they set their sights on the underwear market.

This old man has lived too long; he's probably forgotten how dangerous the world is, and that you need to be alive to enjoy your money.

At this moment, Lin Sheng also knew that in order to crack the tough nut of Sham Shui Po, he had to rely on Uncle Deng's influence.

Go along with the old man's wishes and make a promise, then wait until you have completely taken control of Sham Shui Po and established a firm foothold.

A simple "I was drunk" is enough to gloss over the matter.

Making empty promises is something anyone can do!

A cold glint flashed in Lin Sheng's eyes, and he immediately decided to add fuel to the fire and completely disrupt the situation.

It's been dragging on for too long; it's time to wrap things up.

He turned to Jimmy, his tone leaving no room for argument, and said, "Jimmy, have Hong Ye and the others get ready!"

"Yes!" Under Lin Sheng's sharp gaze, Jimmy's heart tightened, and he subconsciously nodded, going down to inform Hong Ye to lead the gang members to prepare.

Then, Lin Sheng dismissed everyone in the private room, picked up his mobile phone, and called Gao Jin: "Jin, go and pay the bill for Boss B immediately. Be quick, don't give the Hung Hing people any time to react!"

"Yes!" Gao Jin responded with a thunderous voice, and before he finished speaking, he had already plunged into the chaotic crowd.

He moved with the agility of a leopard, using the cover of the tussle between the two sides' henchmen to quickly weave through the crowd while keeping a low profile, his eyes fixed on the person.

The big shot B, surrounded by others in the group, precisely avoided the chaotic fighting with every step and quickly approached.

At this moment, Hung Hing, with its superior numbers, temporarily held the upper hand. Boss B, his eyes bloodshot, roared at the top of his lungs, ordering his henchmen to launch a fierce attack: "Beat them to death! Take down these Tung Sing bastards! We Hung Hing men may not have much else, but we're tough and ruthless!"

He stood slightly back in the crowd, watching as Lui Yiu-yeung's henchmen from Tung Sing were forced to retreat by the forces from various Hung Hing branches. His face was full of smugness, and a grin spread across his face, completely unaware that a deadly shadow was quietly approaching.