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

Chapter 127 Paying the Bill for Lei Yaoyang Again

In the chaos, one of the Tung Sing henchmen was exceptionally brave, taking down three Hung Hing underlings in succession, which caught the attention of Boss B.

He frowned, raising his hand to signal his two trusted confidants to surround the fierce general.

Suddenly, Boss B felt a chilling, deathly coldness surge from the back of his neck throughout his body, and instinctively swerved to the left.

Unfortunately, his instinctive dodge was a beat too slow.

Gao Jin arrived at Boss B's side with perfect timing. His sharp cleaver whistled through the air as it precisely cleaved into Boss B's femoral artery on the inside of his thigh.

"Pfft!"

In the instant the blade flashed, a gushing stream of scalding blood erupted! Boss B stared in astonishment at the gushing blood before him, his mind blank, unable to process that it was his own blood.

It wasn't until a sharp, intense pain swept over him like a tidal wave, spreading from his thigh throughout his body, that he snapped back to reality and looked down at his leg.

"what!"

A heart-wrenching scream pierced through the throat and echoed throughout the street, but it was too insignificant compared to the shouts around it, completely drowned out and unable to stir up even the slightest ripple.

Boss B's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly covered the gushing blood from his wound with both hands, and his body uncontrollably lunged towards the henchmen in front of him.

At this moment, he no longer had any intention of commanding Hung Hing to fight Tung Sing; he only wanted to immediately retreat from the battlefield and find a doctor for emergency treatment.

But at this moment, the street was already blocked by the henchmen of both sides. The Hung Hing henchmen only had eyes for the Tung Sing gang of bastards, and no one noticed that Boss B was seriously injured.

Boss B pressed hard on his thigh, but blood still gushed out like a burst dam, flowing wildly between his fingers. The warm blood quickly soaked through his pants, forming a dark red pool on the ground.

After succeeding, Gao Jin did not linger in the fight. Taking advantage of the chaos, he flashed away and disappeared into the turbulent crowd, leaving Big Boss B struggling to hold on.

In just two minutes, Boss B's lips quickly lost their color and turned as pale as paper. The massive blood loss made him dizzy, his limbs gradually weakened, and his consciousness slowly sank into darkness.

After withstanding Hung Hing's initial fierce attack, a ruthless glint flashed in Lui Yiu-yeung's eyes as he commanded Crow's men to join the battle and begin a counterattack against Boss B.

He stood tall amidst the chaos, his black trench coat billowing in the night wind. His baton pointed forward, his voice cold yet penetrating, drowning out the surrounding noise: "Brothers, take down Hung Hing! A thousand each!"

With Lei Yaoyang's generous reward, the Tung Sing henchmen roared excitedly, their adrenaline surging, and their strength doubled. In a short time, they completely withstood the Hung Hing offensive and even drove back many people.

At this moment, after Hung Hing boss B fell, the various forces lost unified command, and the originally orderly offensive instantly collapsed, like a plate of scattered sand, retreating step by step under the fierce attack of Tung Sing.

The henchmen fought individually, their morale plummeting, and they could only passively defend themselves. Soon, the Tung Sing forces tore open gaps in their defenses.

In the chaos, Boss B's henchman, Chao Pi, suddenly realized that Boss B was lying in a pool of blood on the street corner, covered in blood and barely breathing.

"Brother B! Brother B!"

He roared and rushed over, his voice filled with panic. Ignoring the punches and kicks whistling past him, he picked up Boss B's thin body and staggered towards the street corner.

On the way, he kept slapping Boss B's cheeks and repeatedly calling his name, trying to wake the unconscious Boss B.

But Boss B had already fallen into a deep coma due to excessive blood loss. His face was as pale as paper, his lips were bloodless, and his breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

Nest Skin knew perfectly well that if he couldn't get to the hospital for a blood transfusion and emergency treatment as quickly as possible, Boss B would have no choice but to wait in line to go to the moon to grow sweet potatoes!

Lei Yaoyang took in all of this. When he saw Boss B being carried away in a panic by his men, a smug smile immediately appeared on his lips, his eyes filled with smugness and arrogance.

He suddenly raised his arms and shouted, his excitement barely concealed: "Hung Hing's little bastards are dead! Brothers, crush them completely, don't let a single one escape!"

As soon as the order was given, the Tung Sing henchmen became even more ferocious, as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They relentlessly pursued and attacked the scattered Hung Hing men, beating them to a pulp and leaving them crying out for their parents.

When the Hung Hing henchmen heard that their boss B had been killed, they instantly lost their will to fight and could only flee in different directions.

Within minutes, Lei Yaoyang had driven back all the reinforcements from various Hung Hing branches, and they couldn't even put up a decent resistance.

Upon seeing this, Lei Yaoyang threw his head back and let out a wild laugh, his laughter filled with arrogance and overbearing pride.

He strode onto the roof of the car, the vehicle swaying slightly beneath his feet, yet he remained as steady as a mountain. He spread his arms, embracing the night wind and the stench of blood, and roared at the sky, his voice sending shivers down one's spine: "Hung Hing has been crushed by me! From this day forward, Sham Shui Po is under my rule, Lui Yiu-yeung! Anyone who dares to disagree, step forward!"

"The boss is awesome!"

"The boss is awesome!"

The Tung Sing henchmen stopped what they were doing, looked up at Lei Yaoyang on the roof of the car, waved their weapons and cheered, their voices resounding through the sky, full of awe and fanaticism.

After several fierce battles, everyone was exhausted. Sweat mixed with blood soaked through their clothes, and their bodies were covered in sores.

Bearing scars.

The ecstasy of victory washed away all fatigue. Their eyes were burning with fervor, their spirits were high, and their fists were clenched, ready to pounce. They just wanted to follow Lei Yaoyang and take down Hung Hing's branch in Sham Shui Po, as well as Kowloon and Kwun Tong.

Standing on the roof of the car, Lei Yaoyang looked down at his submissive underlings and defeated opponents, his smile growing increasingly arrogant, his eyes filled with an unwavering confidence in controlling everything.

Inside the Number Gang, Yaowen slammed his hand on the table upon receiving the message, then threw his head back and burst into wild laughter. His voice was rough and arrogant, and the muscles on his face were contorted with extreme excitement.

"Haha! Well done, Lei Yaoyang!"

He slapped his thigh, unable to hide his smile, and even his tone carried a hint of smug pride and boastfulness.

As the laughter subsided, Yaowen turned to look at Sister Ailian, who sat opposite him, his eyes filled with deliberate provocation. He said in a flippant tone, "Sister Ailian, Lei Yaoyang has taken down Hung Hing again, even destroying their Sham Shui Po branch. Where is that Prince Sheng you just mentioned, trembling in fear?"

Upon hearing this, Sister Ailian's face instantly darkened. She glanced coldly at Yaowen, let out a disdainful snort, and immediately turned her face away to avoid his gaze, her eyes filled with anger and disgust.

"Yaowen, you're right."

Seeing this, Yaowen's lips curled into a smug smile. He stood up, stretched, and said casually yet arrogantly, "From now on, Sham Shui Po belongs to Lei Yaoyang. We can go back and rest now!"

He opened the drawer and dumped the chips inside onto the table with a clatter, casually counting them. His face was full of greed and smugness: "I told you Lei Yaoyang was going to win. I won hundreds of thousands tonight, enough for me to live a carefree life for a while, and finally I can go back and get a good night's sleep!"

Looking at his smug face, Sister Ailian's expression turned even more ashen.

What does Lui Yiu-yeung's victory over Hung Hing have to do with Yiu-man?

Why are they so eager to show off? Could it be that the two of them have been secretly colluding all along?

Suspicion and anger surged within her, and her gaze toward Yaowen became even more wary.

Standing on high ground, Gao Jin saw that the Tung Sing men had already driven back Hung Hing, not only overturning Liang Ma's gang, but also trying to invade Kowloon and approach the territory that Lin Sheng had just taken over.

He immediately picked up the phone and called Lin Sheng: "Brother Sheng, Boss B has already gone to the moon, isn't it Lei Yaoyang's turn now?"

In Mong Kok, Lam Sing stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on Sham Shui Po, a cold, all-knowing glint in his eyes.

He thought to himself that Dongxing had been fighting one fierce battle after another, and its men and horses were already exhausted. They were only holding on because they were in the sight of victory and were relying on that momentum to tough it out.

With such a seemingly strong but actually weak appearance, if Dongxing suffers even the slightest defeat, the entire team will collapse like a toppled domino, utterly powerless.

And this obstacle is Lei Yaoyang's fate!

Bringing his thoughts back, Lin Sheng spoke into the microphone, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Gao Jin, go and pay Lei Yaoyang's bill. This time, there's no need to hide anything; use the pretext of avenging Boss B of Hung Hing to make your move."

"Yes, I understand!"

Gao Jin felt a chill run down his spine and instantly understood Lin Sheng's deeper meaning.

Lin Sheng's ruthlessness was within his expectations, but he did not hesitate for a moment. He flashed into the Dongxing men and his eyes were fixed on Lei Yaoyang, who was full of vigor on the roof of the car. He quietly approached, looking for an opportunity to strike.

Jimmy, who had just informed Hung Ye that the arrangements were complete, rushed back and overheard Lin Sheng and Gao Jin's conversation. Startled, he instinctively asked, "Brother Sheng, what if Hung Hing objects to our actions under the guise of avenging Boss B?"

Jimmy grew increasingly alarmed and stopped in his tracks.

The boss is Wo Luen Shing, which has absolutely no connection with Hung Hing.

Even if Tung Sing were to overthrow the entire Hung Hing, Lam Sing would have no legitimate excuse to take action against Lui Yiu Yeung.

But now things have turned out differently. They just plotted to get rid of Boss B, and now they're using the pretext of avenging Boss B to target Lei Yaoyang.

This move was far too insidious and terrifying, exceeding his expectations.

He looked up at Lin Sheng, his eyes unconsciously revealing a hint of fear that was hard to conceal. The way Lin Sheng manipulated several gang leaders with ease was truly chilling.

Lin Sheng glanced at Jimmy, a cold yet amused smile playing on his lips, and said with a playful tone, "So what if Hung Hing has objections?"

Tonight, Hung Hing deployed several thousand men, but they were repeatedly repelled by Lei Yaoyang. Not only did they suffer heavy losses, but even their boss B was defeated and is now easy prey.

Even if Jiang Tiansheng, that good-for-nothing, can see that all of this is a scheme set up by Lin Sheng, so what?

Am I supposed to jump up from the table and bite him?

Ultimately, the survival of the fittest is the essence of this world. Hung Hing's Chiang Tin-sang thought he was a smart man, but he was still outmaneuvered by him one after another. Who can he blame for his own stupidity?

Jimmy took in the contempt and certainty in Lin Sheng's eyes, and silently lowered his head, not daring to say another word.

He knew that from this moment on, the big shot in front of him was no longer someone he could speculate about at will.

Lei Yaoyang led his Tung Sing men with unstoppable momentum, not only wiping out each of Liang Ma's gangs one by one, but also pressing their advantage to launch a decisive attack.

In a fit of rage, they wiped out all of Hung Hing's strongholds in Kowloon.

Sze-yan, the leader of Hung Hing Kowloon, was mediocre to begin with. Faced with Lui Yiu-yeung's thunderous offensive, he didn't even have the courage to confront him head-on. He hurriedly ran away with the money and account books of the branch and ran to his elder brother Han Bin for help.

After taking over the Kowloon branch of Hung Hing, Lei Yaoyang stood at the highest point on the street, exuding a domineering and imposing aura, his spirits soaring to the extreme.

He raised his hand to straighten his collar, which was disheveled by the night wind, and looked past the bustling traffic to the street opposite.

That was a place that Lin Sheng had recently seized from the Zhongqing Society, and a lot of people had gathered around it.

But at this point, they had all become his foils.

Lei Yaoyang's lips curled into a deep sneer as he chuckled, his tone arrogant and contemptuous: "Heiress Sheng of Wo Luen Shing, I see he's nothing special!"

In his eyes, tonight, with only a few hundred men from Tung Sing, they had repelled thousands of Hung Hing members and wiped out three branches. This achievement was enough to crush everything.

Lin Sheng only managed to take down the Chung Ching Society and the Lianhe Society by relying on the forces of the Wo Luen Shing Society; he is not worthy of being compared to them.

The surrounding gang leaders were secretly alarmed, and they all understood: after this battle, Lui Yiu-yeung of Tung Sing had surpassed Prince Sing of Wo Luen Shing and become the newly rising leader in the underworld.

Just as Lei Yaoyang was immersed in the ecstasy of being in control of everything, enjoying the adoration of his underlings and the awe of others, a chilling sense of impending death swept over his entire body without warning, and his back instantly turned icy cold.

Years of fighting instinct honed his skills, leaving him no time to think. His body reacted instinctively, leaping off the roof of the car in an attempt to avoid the fatal blow.

But while he reacted quickly, Gao Jin reacted even faster.

"Pfft!"

The sound of a sharp dagger piercing through clothing and flesh was exceptionally clear, and scalding blood gushed out instantly, splattering red on Lei Yaoyang's clothes.

Lei Yaoyang looked down and was shocked to find a gleaming dagger stuck in his abdomen. His pupils constricted and his face was filled with disbelief!

Before he could think it through, excruciating pain swept through his body from the wound, making him tremble with pain.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Lei Yaoyang crashed heavily onto the henchman. The immense impact and the excruciating pain in his abdomen instantly turned his face deathly pale, his features contorted, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and even his breathing became rapid and difficult.

"Boss!"

"Brother Yaoyang!"

The Tung Sing henchmen surrounded him in a panic, their voices filled with fear, unsure of what to do.

"You damned Lei Yaoyang, I'll avenge Boss B!" Gao Jin's cold voice rang out as he drew his dagger.

"It's you, Gao Jin!" Lei Yaoyang opened his eyes with difficulty, his gaze fixed on Gao Jin, his face full of shock and disbelief.

He never expected that Lin Sheng would send his henchman to assassinate him.

He never imagined that he, who had dominated the night and enjoyed boundless glory, would ultimately fall into Lin Sheng's hands. The resentment and anger in his heart intertwined, and his body burst forth with tremendous power as he quickly got up and ran backward.

When Gao Jin saw Lei Yaoyang trying to escape, he immediately jumped out of the car!

"Protect the boss, take down this bastard!"