The game of national destiny, I am a reincarnator for a hundred lifetimes.

"That woman is quite nice, should we keep her?"

"Stop talking nonsense and just kill him."

The two assassins raised their guns, ready to pull the triggers.

Boom!

A deafening sound of footsteps echoed.

Sensing danger, the two assassins turned around and suddenly saw a group of unidentified people running towards them. In a panic, they raised their guns and fired at the group, a cruel smile on their lips, but their expressions changed the next moment.

The crowd, instead of being afraid of the bloody attack, charged forward like zombies, fearless of death.

What monster?

The two assassins' eyes were filled with fear, and their hands holding guns trembled slightly.

Soon, all the bullets were used up.

Seize the moment when the assassins are reloading.

The assassins had already rushed up to them.

One of the assassins who rushed to the front raised his elbow and slammed it hard into the eye socket of one of the killers.

Seeing his companion's eyeball explode, the other assassin's face turned to terror. His reload speed instantly increased several times, but just as he raised his gun to continue firing, his heart almost stopped. He saw the remaining unidentified people rushing towards him, and countless fists rained down on him.

The two assassins had already been suppressed and disappeared by the death squad.

"Your henchmen are too fierce! Even the cops might not be able to beat them!!"

The eldest sister-in-law, Qingfeng, was a seasoned veteran of the martial world and had a keen eye for talent. She naturally recognized just how fierce and fearless these people were. Compared to them, the Hongying Society's men were nothing more than vegetables!

She was incredibly shocked. Looking at Wu Yule's face, she felt that this man was hiding many secrets.

Wu Yule's face was full of murderous intent.

That old bastard actually dared to send someone to launch a sneak attack! I have to take him down!

...

"disappear."

Wu Yule put away the assassins, hailed a taxi, and went to the bar that Lao Ding had temporarily lent him. The three Tony brothers should already be waiting there.

The bars run by Hung Ying Society are fairly normal.

They might dabble in something borderline, but that's about it. So they don't earn much, but they also don't face any crackdowns from the Hong Kong police.

At this moment, in the bar.

A blond-haired man with a sleazy demeanor wandered around, striking up conversations with people and occasionally receiving money. He would then hand over a small packet of flour from his pocket to a bar customer.

Flour is a harmful substance.

Because of its deadly addictive nature, it can bring huge sums of money to those who seek profit, so even if it leads to the ruin of other people's families, there are still unscrupulous people who sell it like crazy!

In their eyes, white flour is simply a blessing from the God of Wealth.

Those who get infected deserve it!

Countless happy families have been shattered because of this, and countless righteous heroes have fallen in pools of blood. It can be said to be the root of all evil!

Huang Mao was strolling around with a grin, thinking about whether he should try his luck at the nearby junior and senior high schools. He figured he could sell to them for a lower price, since those kids had pocket money anyway. Elementary school students were the easiest to fool, but unfortunately, they didn't have any.

suddenly!

The blond-haired man felt a sharp pain in his arm. He turned his head and saw a rough, fleshy face. His body went out of control, and he was pinned to the ground by the other man.

The eldest of the three Tony brothers grabbed him and growled, "Who gave you permission to come in here selling dirty stuff? Any gang that dares to step into this bar and sell this stuff will have their hand broken!"

The second and third brothers stood on either side, staring menacingly at the blond-haired man.

If this guy isn't honest, they wouldn't mind giving him a couple of slaps and smashing his brains out!

The eldest of the Tony brothers is Wu Yule. As a native of China, Wu Yule naturally detests prohibited items. Therefore, he repeatedly instructed his men to deal with anyone who manufactures or sells this stuff to the death.

He'll step in if anything happens.

Huang Mao struggled fiercely, spilling all the packets of flour from his pockets. The second and third brothers picked them up, poured wine over them, and lit a lighter. With a "click," the dirty and evil flour was completely engulfed by the flames.

"No! My money!!"

The blond-haired man screamed at the top of his lungs, nearly fainting from anger, his chest heaving violently.

This appearance is extremely exaggerated.

It was as if what was being burned was not flour, but the child he had carried for ten months and raised with great care for many years. The three Tony brothers laughed heartily, feeling extremely happy and exhilarated.

After a short while, the blond-haired man calmed down, his eyes bloodshot as he spoke fiercely: "You've messed with the wrong person! I'm one of Prince Hongtai's men. You dared to burn Prince Hongtai's heroin? Just you wait and see!"

Hongtai was a latecomer to Harbor, but because it dared to make money in the gray and black market, its power expanded wildly in just a few years, even surpassing its former big brother, Hongying Society.

The three Tony brothers' expressions changed simultaneously: "Crown Prince Hongtai?"

Seeing their expressions, the blond-haired man laughed wildly: "Scared now! You three idiots must be country bumpkins from out of town, you don't know who I am or what your status is."

The three Tony brothers looked grim. They had been in the underworld for many years and were no novice. They had long compiled a list of forces that should not be messed with, and Hong Tai happened to be on that list, and ranked quite high.

No matter how skilled an individual is in combat, they might still be vulnerable to being attacked from behind with dozens of watermelon knives in the middle of the night.

"Tony, why are you bullying people?" Wu Yule entered the bar, thinking that the three brothers were acting up again. The eldest brother released the blond-haired guy and hurriedly ran over to explain.

The blond-haired man, his face full of arrogance, shouted, "A bunch of idiots!"

Upon learning that he was selling heroin, Wu Yule instantly flew into a rage, pointing at the blond-haired man, "Beat him flat! Break his teeth, break his arms and legs! I don't want to see a single piece of his flesh intact! What is Hong Tai? And what kind of scum is the Crown Prince?"

Now he commands ten thousand elite warriors.

If he really plays his cards straight, ten Hong Tais wouldn't be enough to satisfy his cravings! Even if Hong Tai and Hong Ying teamed up, they still wouldn't be worthy of his attention!

The three Tony brothers let out a howl, their faces contorted in rage.

The three of them were not kind people to begin with; they only acted cowardly because they were restrained by Wu Yule.

The eldest brother, Zha Ge, swung his fist and smashed it into Huang Mao's left cheek with a thud. The second brother, Tony, kicked Huang Mao, his leather shoe sinking into Huang Mao's stomach. The third brother, Hu, spread his hands apart and suddenly slammed his palms together to strike Huang Mao's temple.

"Wrong...I'll stop selling heroin, I'll mention Hongtai instead..."

The blond-haired man was on the verge of death, begging for mercy and howling in agony.

Its body was like grass under a violent storm.

"Ah Le! Please, have mercy!"

At this moment, Wei Yingxiang, all smiles, scurried over, his posture extremely humble.

He showed no airs of a senior, exclaiming, "I was an old friend of Nine-Dragon back then. I could tell you had the aura of a big brother, that you were different from ordinary people. And now you've become a sensation in Thailand!"

Upon seeing this person, Wu Yule couldn't help but think of Wei Yingxiang, who was loyal but was betrayed by Hong Tai and his son in the movie.

Moved by compassion, he said, "Old Wei, I'm short-handed right now. How about you come work for me with your personnel file?"

Wei Yingxiang looked surprised, a slight urge stirring within him, but then he remembered that a loyal man should not serve two masters, and shook his head politely declined: "I'm just an old man, I won't hold you back. Ah Le, do you think we can release Hong Tai's men?"

Upon hearing the rejection, Wu Yule was very disappointed, then his face turned angry:

"This bastard sells noodles on my turf. According to my rules, he should be chopped up and thrown into the sea. I'll give you, Ah Xiang, face by not killing him, but tonight's losses total 60. Prince Hongtai will have to pay the ransom!"