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Chapter 128 Sister Ailian is even happier than Prince Sheng

The Tung Sing henchmen rushed toward Ko Chun, trying to buy Lei Yiu-yeung time to escape.

Gao Jin smiled coldly, instantly flying over several reefs, kicking over the Dongxing henchmen, stepping forward, and stabbing Lei Yaoyang hard in the back with such force that his heart was pierced.

"Ugh!" Lei Yaoyang spat out a mouthful of blood, his body instantly lost its strength, and he collapsed to the ground.

Gao Jin stood in front of Lei Yaoyang, his eyes as cold as frost, staring down at Lei Yaoyang who was lying on the ground convulsing, his whole body exuding a chilling killing intent.

Surrounded by a number of Tung Sing henchmen, Gao Jin looked down at Lei Yaoyang's miserable state and then up at Gao Jin, who exuded a menacing aura. They wanted to help their boss, but were powerless to do so.

They were already exhausted, and they had all just witnessed Gao Jin display his might, defeating their brothers in no time.

They were all terrified and dared not step forward.

Gao Jin stood alone in the middle of the street, his black tight-fitting suit outlining his strong and taut muscles. His cold gaze swept over the dozens of Dongxing henchmen who surrounded him like a blade, and his arrogant voice pierced the silence of the night.

"I am Ko Chun, the right-hand man of Wo Shing Pharma's Prince Sing! My boss has spoken: pay the bill for Lui Yiu-yeung and avenge Boss B of Hung Hing!"

Gao Jin's voice was deliberately arrogant. When it reached the ears of the Dongxing people, some looked solemn, while others showed a hint of disdain.

A stir ran through the crowd. A young henchman with striking blond hair stepped forward, his tone full of disdain and sarcasm: "Ko Chun; are you kidding me? The feud between Tung Sing and Hung Hing; what right does Prince Sing have to interfere in Tung Sing's affairs?"

As soon as Huang Mao spoke, the surrounding Dongxing henchmen echoed him. Some of them grabbed the machetes from their waists and pointed them at Gao Jin. The blades gleamed coldly in the lamplight, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Looking at the sea of ​​black heads in front of him, Gao Jin's heart clenched, and he instinctively gripped the dagger in his hand.

"call!"

He quickly took a deep breath, suppressing his fear, and said arrogantly, "My boss said that he can't be bothered with Tung Sing and Hung Hing fighting to the death."

"But Boss B is his brother who would risk his life for him. If his brother is harmed, he naturally has to stand up for him. If he doesn't have any sense of loyalty, he might as well go back to his hometown and sell sweet potatoes."

As soon as he said those words, even Gao Jin himself felt guilty.

But Lin Sheng repeatedly instructed him to say the words verbatim, with a firm tone and strong presence, and that even if he was terribly nervous inside, he must not show the slightest fear on the surface.

"Damn it!"

A furious shout suddenly came from the crowd, and a burly man with a scar on his face stepped forward. He was none other than Leopard Head, the Red Stick of Tung Sing.

He gripped the machete tightly, his fierce eyes fixed on Gao Jin, filled with skepticism and disdain: "When did that bastard Prince Sheng become sworn brothers with Boss B? Stop spouting nonsense!"

Leopard Head's words hit the nail on the head, and Gao Jin's expression changed slightly, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes.

But he vanished in an instant, and following Lin Sheng's prior instructions, he spoke each word firmly and forcefully: "The car my boss is currently driving was a gift from Boss B himself! A brother giving a car shows deep affection, and now that his brother has been murdered, it's only right that he avenges him!"

These words surprised many of the Tung Sing henchmen, and for a moment no one immediately refuted them.

Just then, a sharp voice suddenly rang out from the back of the crowd, carrying a hint of unwavering skepticism: "Bullshit! Prince Sheng's Mercedes wasn't a gift from Boss B at all; it was from when he arrested Chicken from Hung Hing..."

The speaker was a young henchman with bright red dyed hair. He was not tall, but his face was full of arrogance.

He happened to be passing by Shilong Street at the time and saw clearly the scene of Lin Sheng extorting Boss B.

Seeing Gao Jin spouting nonsense, he couldn't help but blurt out the truth.

"court death!"

Before Hongmao could finish speaking, Gao Jin's eyes suddenly turned sinister, and all his pretense and fear were instantly replaced by ruthlessness.

Without further hesitation, he exerted force with his feet, his body leaping forward like a cheetah, so fast that the surrounding henchmen couldn't keep up.

and the reaction.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Gao Jin's punch, imbued with all his strength, landed precisely on the red-haired man's throat.

The immense force erupted instantly, and before Red Hair could even let out a scream, a crisp sound came from his throat as his throat bone shattered completely.

Red Hair clutched his throat, his body arching violently, his face instantly turning bluish-purple. His eyes widened in pain and rage, staring intently at Gao Jin, his gaze filled with boundless hatred.

"Well--"

Red Hair desperately wanted to shout for his brothers to join him and hack Gao Jin to death.

But he couldn't even utter a complete sentence, and he became completely mute for the rest of his life.

The surrounding Tung Sing henchmen were all startled and shrank back, gripping their knives even tighter, but none of them dared to step forward to avenge Red Hair.

Several of Hong Mao's henchmen, who had a decent relationship with him, showed not anger, but sympathy.

He even unconsciously took another step back, putting distance between himself and the red-haired man.

"Brother, we're sorry, it's not that we don't want to help you, it's just that Gao Jin is too strong, we're no match for him at all."

"Yeah, brother, the street across the way is full of Prince Sheng's men, at least several thousand. If we make a move, they'll charge over and we'll be walking on eggshells!"

Another person sighed, their voice filled with helplessness: "Brother, just bear with it. Don't drag us all down with you!"

Hearing the voice behind him, Red Hair was filled with disbelief. He thought to himself that he was willing to bleed for his brothers, but not a single one of them stood up for him.

Gao Jin stood still, coldly watching the scene before him, a disdainful smile slowly curling at the corner of his mouth.

Just then, a deafening roar of battle cries erupted from the opposite street, making the air vibrate: "Take down Dongxing! Save my brother Gao Jin!"

The shouts were powerful and unified, carrying the momentum of a thousand troops, instantly breaking the silence of Kowloon.

"call!"

Upon hearing this, Gao Jin's tense spirit suddenly relaxed, and he let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Hong Ye has brought his men over, so we no longer need to deal with these Dongxing bastards.

The Tung Sing henchmen, with Hung Yip's arrogant and domineering roar echoing in their ears, were all stunned, frozen in place, their faces full of bewilderment, as if struck by lightning.

Leopard Head looked utterly bewildered, his scarred face contorted in shock. He instinctively retorted, "What the hell? We didn't lay a finger on Gao Jin! What the hell are we saving him from?!"

The blond-haired man scratched his glaringly dyed hair, his eyes unfocused, and muttered to himself, "What's going on? He's standing there perfectly fine, more energetic than anyone else, and this slogan he's shouting is just too outrageous!"

The crowd looked at each other, their faces filled with confusion and absurdity.

Just now, Gao Jin shouted that he was avenging Boss B. Although it was far-fetched, he could still find a moral reason to justify it.

But Gao Jin is unharmed, and Wo Luen Shing is even shouting the slogan of saving their brother.

Wo Luen Shing Prince has no intention of pretending anymore. He's just bullying people by taking advantage of his numbers and trying to steal all the territory they've worked so hard to build!

Before the Tung Sing gangsters could react, the Wo Luen Shing gang from across the street surged in like a tide, led by Hung Yip.

He was tall and straight, holding a meteorite iron longsword, its blade gleaming coldly, clearly having drunk a lot of blood.

Behind him followed thousands of Wo Luen Shing underlings, their steps heavy and their momentum overwhelming, sweeping across the street and crushing towards the Tung Sing group.

With its large numbers and overwhelming force, Wo Luen Shing was like a heavy tank crushing ants, giving its opponents no chance to breathe.

The Tung Sing henchmen, already disoriented by Ko Chun's ruthlessness, were caught completely off guard by this sudden attack, and instantly...

The army was utterly routed.

Some people were so frightened that they dropped their weapons and tried to run away.

The henchmen who had been waving flags and shouting all yelled, "Don't hit me! I was just here to wave the flag, I only got three hundred dollars, it's not my fault!"

Of course, there were also quite a few tough guys from Tung Sing who wanted to fight back and charged at Wo Luen Shing.

Hong Ye took the lead, his sword sweeping across the area, unstoppable by anyone.

The henchmen of Tung Sing were already exhausted, while the Wo Luen Shing side was well-rested and had strong members.

In a single encounter, Dongxing was utterly defeated and fled in panic.

Gao Jin stood aside, watching the one-sided battle unfold before him, his smile growing wider, and he couldn't help but admire the big boss Lin Sheng.

Only he can be the ultimate winner!

When Hung Yip swept through Tung Sing, he took over all the territories they had seized from Hop To and Hung Hing.

The surrounding gang leaders were all completely dumbfounded.

Inside the Number Gang Mahjong parlor, smoke still lingered under the yellowish lights, and scattered chips and uncollected mahjong sets lay on the table.

Yaowen had just shoved down his last card, a faint smug look of winning money on his face. He stood up, stretched, and lazily greeted everyone, "Alright, the last round is over. Everyone, go home. I'm going back to sleep. Goodnight, everyone."

No sooner had he finished speaking than his mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang, the ringtone particularly jarring in the quiet private room.

Yaowen frowned, took out his phone, casually picked up the bucket, and said impatiently, "What is it? I was just about to leave."

"Brother Yaowen, Lei Yaoyang got his comeuppance from Gao Jin. Prince Sheng swept through Dongxing and took over all the venues."

The hurried and flustered voice on the other end of the phone reached Yaowen's ears.

At that moment, Yaowen's relaxed expression froze instantly. His eyes widened, his pupils contracted, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the mobile phone. Even his breathing became labored.

A full half minute passed, and he still hadn't reacted.

"Yaowen, what's wrong? Is your back hurting from sitting for too long? You young people need to be more moderate, otherwise you'll get old..."

Seeing Yaowen's bewildered appearance, his uncle couldn't help but laugh.

Yaowen seemed oblivious to his uncle's sarcasm. His mouth opened and closed twice, his voice filled with disbelief and astonishment: "How is this possible? Lei Yaoyang actually got paid by Prince Sheng? Are all those people at Tung Sing eating shit?!"

The moment those words were spoken, the mahjong parlor fell silent.

The uncle, who had been counting chips, suddenly looked up, his cloudy eyes fixed on Yaowen, leaning slightly forward, his tone...

With a mixture of disbelief, astonishment, and urgency, he asked, "Yaowen, what did you say? Lei Yaoyang is dead?"

No one believed that Lei Yaoyang, with his deep roots in Tung Sing and a multitude of capable subordinates, would suddenly be taken down by Wo Luen Shing's heir apparent.

"Yeah, Yaowen, have you gone mad from winning so much money? Are you deaf? How could someone like Lei Yaoyang just get his money dumped like that?"

"Are you kidding me?!"

Another uncle also looked incredulous, hoping that Yaowen was joking.

Only Sister Ailian, who was sitting opposite Brother Yaowen, noticed his muttering. Her pupils contracted slightly, and a fleeting look of surprise crossed her face.

Immediately, her phoenix eyes curved into crescents, the corners of her mouth turned up uncontrollably, and a flash of surprise and delight crossed her eyes. Finally, she simply covered her mouth and laughed out loud, her joy barely concealed in her smile.

She leaned forward, her tone a tentative yet certain one, her eyes full of anticipation: "Yaowen, did you make a move against Lian Sheng's heir apparent? I know he's not one to stay quiet; when he does something, it's always swift and decisive."

Yaowen was still in shock and had no intention of answering Ailian's question.

His mind was buzzing, filled with the words his henchman had just said.

Lei Yaoyang went to the moon to grow sweet potatoes. Dongxing's territory was completely swept up by Heliansheng, and all businesses will be taken over by Prince Sheng.

Yaowen had many underground business dealings with Lei Yaoyang of Tung Sing, and the connections were extensive.

Now that Lei Yaoyang has failed, not only have all his businesses gone bankrupt, but all his hard work over the past few years has gone down the drain, resulting in a loss of tens of millions!

Thinking about all this, Yaowen's heart sank to the bottom, and his face turned ashen, as if he had swallowed a fly.

Before Yaowen could catch his breath, the cell phone next to Ailian rang urgently.

She answered the phone with a smile, her ear pressed against the receiver. The smile on her face grew wider and wider as the person on the other end spoke, until she burst into laughter, her voice full of arrogance and smugness, making no attempt to hide her good mood.

"Hahaha! Great! That's fantastic!"

Sister Ailian hung up the phone, slapped the table and laughed from ear to ear. Her eyes swept over Brother Yaowen, whose face was ashen, and her tone was full of undisguised mockery.

"The heir of Wo Luen Shing has made his move, and he's swept everything in his path! Lui Yiu-yeung of Tung Sing is finished, and all the venues they seized tonight belong to Wo Luen Shing!"

After saying that, Sister Ailian glanced at the chips on Yaowen's table, her tone slightly mocking: "Yaowen, you've won money this round, but do you dare to take it?"

Sister Ailian's smile grew increasingly arrogant, her eyes brimming with self-satisfaction.

Like Sister Thirteen of Hung Hing, she ran a nightclub on Portland Street, selling sex products. All the girls under her management bought underwear from Lam Sing.

She herself has a close relationship with Jimmy, Lin Sheng's right-hand man, so she can be considered an indirect ally of Lin Sheng.

Now that Lin Sheng has swept through Dongxing and become the biggest winner of tonight's grand show, he is naturally overjoyed. He is proud of his ally and secretly relieved that Lei Yaoyang, his competitor, is gone.

Yaowen's face darkened further as he listened to Ailian's sarcasm. His complexion turned ashen, his hands clenched into fists, and he wanted to yell, "Ailian, you're even happier than Prince Sheng! Are you having an affair with him?"

But Yaowen couldn't say a word, afraid of offending both of them at the same time.

After leaving the mahjong parlor, even though it was already 3 a.m., Sister Ailian went to Mong Kok to have a good talk with Lam Sing about their future.