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Wai Yip Street and Hung To Road in Kwun Tong are both industrial streets lined with industrial buildings.

The "Sheng Kee Industrial Building" on Wai Yip Street is a 12-story building with a floor area of ​​approximately 1500 square feet. It is a triad property of Wo Luen Shing in Kwun Tong and was originally the headquarters of the Wo Luen Shing Kwun Tong branch.

Unfortunately, in order to develop his noodle business, Fish Head Point moved his headquarters to the Yau Tong Industrial Area in Lei Yue Mun. Later, even people in the underworld referred to him with the prefix "Lei Yue Mun".

They gradually forgot that what Luen Shing really had was just a branch in Kwun Tong, a powerful force that dominated several streets in the Kwun Tong town area.

This time, Chuan Po once again took control of the Kwun Tong branch, and simply moved the branch headquarters back to the "Sing Kee Industrial Building," occupying a 300-square-foot office on the 12th floor of the building.

The office door was knocked open with a "thump," startling Chuanbao, who was drinking tea with his head down.

"The plane is here!"

"Uncle Chuanbao!" Feiji walked in, looking slightly reserved.

"Sit down!" Chuanbao pointed to the single sofa opposite him.

"So? Is that bastard Da Sha willing to give up that piece of land at the dock?" Chuanbao asked impatiently before the plane was even settled.

"After talking for a long time, Big Fool still refuses to give up the territory!" Sitting up straight, the reserved expression faded, and Feiji spoke with a gloomy look.

"Damn it, that bastard is taking advantage of the fact that we can't launch a large-scale attack on Lei Yue Men for the time being!" Chuanbao slammed his teacup onto the tray, splashing tea all over the table.

"Before I went to see Big Fool today, I made a point of wandering around Lei Yue Mun. His gang of Sai Kung country bumpkins are mostly scattered around the pier and fish market, but I didn't see any of his men in the industrial area."

"Damn it, these two or three streets in the industrial area, the tea money we collect each month is barely enough to cover our expenses. After paying the gang fees, it's not even enough to support three or four hundred henchmen! Damn it, that idiot deserves to die!" With that, Chuanbao couldn't help but slam his hand heavily on the solid wood coffee table.

"Uncle Chuanbao! The boss and his assistants have all gone in. Our supply channels at the docks are basically ruined. Even if they aren't, the cops are probably still watching. After all, our branch was almost completely wiped out by the cops this time. Our channels, kitchen, and shipping routes were all destroyed. Even if we get back the docks, would we dare to source goods from there?" Brother Feiji's scalp tingled as he uttered some very reasonable words, as if he were finally getting a brain.

"Yeah..." Chuanbao stroked the large gemstone on his left ring, pondering for a moment, "Damn it, it's all the cops' fault!"

Although he's retired, his protégé, Fish Head Biao, used to give him millions every year! That damn cop actually arrested Biao. Without Biao's support, how can he live a carefree life on the meager pension from the gang?

Thinking of this, Chuanbao couldn't help but slam his fist on the coffee table a few more times, letting out a few howls of "Ah... Ah..." that attracted the attention of his underlings outside who peeked out to see what was happening.

"Get out!" With a loud shout, the henchmen outside the door scattered.

Seeing that Chuanbao, whose energy seemed to have been completely drained, sat like a wooden doll, Feiji couldn't help but speak:

"Actually, when we went to negotiate with Da Sha today, he mentioned that he had a business opportunity he wanted to collaborate with us on..."

"Tell him to get lost! He stole my territory and still wants to cooperate with me!" Chuanbao's anger surged again, and the thought of the million less in annual tributes made his heart clench.

"Big Fool means he wants to sell seafood on our turf. As long as we help him build the infrastructure, even though Kwun Tong is an industrial area, there are still quite a few restaurants. We can easily make two or three million in net profit a year! Uncle Chuanbao, you're a veteran of the gang, so a million in bonuses isn't unreasonable, is it?"

"Oh, tell me more!" Hearing about the million-dollar dividend a year, the seemingly dying Chuanbao was like a parched land receiving sweet rain, instantly coming back to life.

"Actually, Da Sha and his gang are seizing the docks to do legitimate seafood business. They are currently developing sales channels throughout Hong Kong. However, if they want their goods to enter certain areas, they still have to go through local bullies."

We happen to have some restaurants and eateries on this land. If we can act as matchmakers for them, we'll get a share of the profits once the business is successful.

"In our land, with our capabilities, this business is absolutely guaranteed to succeed. We'll earn clean, honest money—money that even the tax authorities can't cause trouble for."

The phrase "clean money" is used with emphasis.

"Clean money! A million a year!" Chuanbao's face lit up with joy, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"What about the clubs?" Chuanbao still had questions.

"This is business we found ourselves, not something introduced or arranged by the gang! We'll handle it ourselves, it has nothing to do with the gang." Feiji curled his lip.

"Yeah! We'll talk and do it ourselves, what does it have to do with the gang? Airplane, I didn't expect your brain to become so sharp after a brush with death! Not bad, not bad!" When it comes to their own vital interests, the gang has to take a backseat.

"Also, Big Fool told me that if we take over the Kwun Tong market, we'll get a commission on any business deals we facilitate in other areas. If we can close deals in a few more of the nine districts of Wo Luen Shing, then making eighteen to ten million a year will be a piece of cake!" Airplane continued to make mindless promises of benefits.

"Ten million! Ten million!" Chuanbao stood up and spun around in the office, rubbing his hands together.

"Do you think we could earn more every year if we took back the dock and started our own seafood wholesale business?" Chuanbao suddenly stopped, his greedy eyes fixed on the plane through his glasses.

"This..." The plane looked hesitant.

"We don't have the talent to run this kind of large-scale business! If we did, Brother Biao wouldn't have occupied Lei Yue Mun for so long, and he would only be able to do the noodle business that could cost him his life."

After a pause, the plane continued, "Besides, I've made some inquiries, and Big Fool is just a pawn on the surface. It seems he has a big boss behind him! It's said that Big D was taken down by someone sent by Big Fool's boss..."

Chuanbao seemed to realize something in an instant, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

"Actually, making a few million in net profit a year is already considered super high. How many business owners can make a few million in net profit a year these days?" Chuanbao said with a smirk.

On the night of the Ghost Festival, Big D's troops marched to Lei Yue Mun, but were ambushed in Cha Kwo Ling, injuring more than 200 people. Because there were so many people present at the time, and not every gangster could keep quiet, the incident spread like wildfire in the underworld within a few days.

All sorts of bizarre legends have emerged, with vivid tales of gods descending to earth and fierce ghosts emerging from the earth.

However, within the Wo Luen Shing company, almost everyone with a certain status knew that Big D's 500 men were being overwhelmed by one person. After more than 200 of them were injured, it was that person who stopped first. Otherwise, it would be hard to say how many of the 500 men would have returned unscathed that night.

Because it was the Ghost Festival, a day when the gates of hell are said to be wide open, the rumor circulating among the low-level thugs was that a demon had beaten and terrified a group of Big D's men. Otherwise, how could a human fight against hundreds?

Legend has it that even the toughest man in the underworld, Lian Haolong, could only fight a hundred or so people by himself back then, and he suppressed hundreds of people. How could any human do that?

Something seems off. If Lian Haolong can really take on a hundred people at once, then that seems ridiculously powerful!

Lian Haolong's legendary status in the underworld once again caused a stir, and his reputation for loyalty and integrity shone even brighter, making him far more famous than other groups in the number gang.

It's just that Lian Haolong has been focused on selling flour and making money lately! Otherwise, the old-timers like Xiao and Mei would be worried about him running for the biennial leader.

Chuan Bao laughed because he remembered that he had visited Big D's more than 200 wounded soldiers. Although all 200-plus people received medical treatment and would not be disabled after recovery, he was still very happy.

But the scene of 200 people groaning in pain was terrifying to watch.

The usually arrogant and domineering Big D was now unshaven and had lifeless eyes, which made a huge impact on people.