Hong Kong film: Rise of Prison Break

Upon hearing this, Golden Tiger's expression changed slightly, but he quickly lowered his head and repeatedly replied, "Yes, Boss! I understand, I'll go and do it right away!"

He understood the camel's intention: to bring out a new person as a "target" to draw fire and share the pressure, just like when they carried him, the Golden Tiger, back then.

That old devil, he's always playing the balance game, always looking out for himself!

"Well, I'm tired. Please relay my message to the hall masters and the straw sandals below."

Camel waved his hand, signaling the guest to leave, picked up his cigar again, leaned back in his armchair, and closed his eyes, seemingly genuinely tired.

The golden-haired tiger bowed, took two steps back, then turned around and strode away from the cool and quiet ancestral hall.

Stepping outside, the afternoon sun was a bit too bright. He squinted, cursing inwardly: "That old devil! Trying to find a new target again last night!"

The ancestral hall has returned to tranquility.

The camel slowly opened its eyes, showing no sign of fatigue.

He reached out and picked up the photo of Zhang Wenjie on the table again, bringing it close to his eyes. His sinister and sharp gaze was like that of someone examining a dangerous weapon, staring intently at the pale and handsome face in the photo.

"These days, the underlings... are all so hard to manage."

He sighed softly, his voice so low that only he could hear it.

The photograph trembled slightly at his fingertips, reflecting the complex and unfathomable light in his eyes.

……

Causeway Bay, Jingfu Clan Association.

This is where Hung Hing often holds large meetings.

A spacious but old-fashioned hall with a heavy mahogany table in the center, covered with dark red velvet.

At this moment, the two rows of high-backed chairs at the red table were full of people, surrounded by smoke, and the atmosphere was dull with a hint of suppressed restlessness.

The twelve leaders of Hung Hing were basically all present.

Some people leaned back in their chairs, shaking their legs and puffing out cigarettes; some were fiddling with their lighters; and some were talking quietly to the people next to them, their eyes darting around.

Without exception, they were all discussing the same thing!

A figure landed in the previously empty main seat. Jiang Tiansheng was dressed in a well-fitting light gray suit and wore gold-rimmed glasses. He had a refined and scholarly air, which was completely different from the gang leaders around him, who mostly had a rough and unruly demeanor.

A white ceramic thermos was placed in front of him.

He slowly unscrewed the lid, and a fragrant aroma of tea wafted out.

He lowered his head slightly, blew on the tea leaves floating in the cup, and then took a sip slowly and gracefully.

He put down his teacup, raised his head slightly, and calmly swept his gaze over the various gang leaders arguing incessantly at the table.

As he raised the water glass, his lips curled up slightly in a fleeting, almost imperceptible smile.

"Damn it!" Liang Kun, sitting in the middle of the left side, slammed his hand on the table, breaking the calm that Jiang Tiansheng had been trying to maintain.

He had dyed blond hair, wore a floral shirt with the collar open, and his face carried his usual arrogance and hostility.

"That piece of trash, Big Mimi! He managed to get himself swindled like this on his own turf? His right hand is broken, and his leg is crippled? He's completely disgraced Hung Hing in Stanley!"

He was cursing and swearing, seemingly cursing Da Mi, but his triangular eyes kept glancing at Jiang Tiansheng in the main seat and several other hall masters who were at odds with him, his words carrying a hidden meaning.

"Ah Kun! What did you say?!"

Boss B, sitting opposite Liang Kun, immediately frowned. He was a traditional, old-fashioned man who couldn't stand Liang Kun's disrespectful and flamboyant style.

"Mr. Jiang has his own arrangements for Da Mi's matter! What are you doing, shouting and yelling here? Are you questioning Mr. Jiang? Do you even respect him anymore?"

"Hey B, stop stirring things up!"

Liang Kun pointed at Boss B, his lips twitching as if he wanted to say something even harsher, but ultimately hesitated and swallowed back what he was about to say, only letting out a cold snort.

The other hall masters either watched coldly, frowned and remained silent, or showed thoughtful expressions.

Hung Hing appears united on the surface, but internally it is already rife with undercurrents and distinct factions.

"alright."

Jiang Tiansheng's voice rang out, not loud, but clearly overwhelming all the noise.

He put down the thermos, making a slight clinking sound.

"I'll handle Da Mi's matter."

He glanced at the exquisite watch on his wrist, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable determination.

"He got into trouble in Stanley, so there are Stanley's rules. We, Hung Hing, won't get too involved, but we won't let our brothers suffer in vain either. The main reason I called everyone here today is to give you a heads-up."

He stood up, straightened the hem of his suit jacket, and glanced at everyone again: "If none of you have anything more important to discuss, let's adjourn the meeting. Ah Yao, let's go."

After saying that, he ignored everyone and left the still somewhat tense meeting room with his trusted subordinate Chen Yao.

"Tch..." Watching Jiang Tiansheng's departing figure, Liang Kun scoffed disdainfully, leaning back and placing his legs on the heavy mahogany table, the dust from his shoes smearing onto the dark red velvet. "The main character's gone, no more show to watch."

"Handsome Kun! You fucking say another word and see what happens!" Boss B slammed his fist on the table, stood up abruptly, pointed at Handsome Kun, his face ashen.

"What the hell are you talking about?! What are you going to do about it?"

Without a care in the world, Liang Kun swung his legs, put his hands in his pockets, and struck a hooligan pose. He even made an exaggerated "pui" spitting gesture in the direction of Boss B, which was extremely insulting.

"Go somewhere cool and stay there, so you don't get in the way!"

"you……!"

Big Brother B was so angry that he was trembling all over. Behind him, Chicken, Da Tian Er and others immediately stood up and glared at him.

The henchmen behind Liang Kun were equally determined.

Seeing that the conflict was about to escalate, the other hall masters stood up one after another, some shaking their heads, some expressionless, and quickly left this place of trouble with their people.

In the blink of an eye, only Boss B and his group remained in the huge conference hall, along with the still nonchalant Handsome Kun and his henchmen.

The atmosphere remained tense for a few seconds.

"Let's go!" Boss B took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger. He knew that it would be pointless to fight here.

He glared at Liang Kun fiercely, then turned and left with Chen Haonan and the others.

As they reached the door, Boss B stopped and turned to Chan Ho-nam beside him, whispering, "Ho-nam, take Chicken and the others to gather some information. I need to know everything about that new Tung Sing gangster, Cheung Man-kit, in Stanley—who he's with, why he went in, and whether he still has any connections outside. The more detailed the better."

Chan Ho-nam nodded, his handsome face expressionless, but his eyes were calm: "Understood, Brother B."