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Just then.

A large group of people walked over from the direction of the nearby bars.

Leading the way was Sister Thirteen, the big sister of Portland Street. She had changed into a black leather jacket, and her short hair was neatly combed. Behind her were Ah-Kei and seven or eight henchmen.

Beside her were the three Han brothers.

Binni Tiger Han Bin, Dinosaur and Narrow Eyes walked side by side, their imposing presence unstoppable.

Further on, the heir apparent of Tsim Sha Tsui was wearing an open shirt, revealing his muscular chest, and walked with a steady and powerful gait.

Brother Ji followed behind him, his legs moving incredibly fast, his mouth stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

The appearance of this group of people caused the already tense atmosphere to freeze instantly.

Han Bin walked to Lin Bei's side and coldly glanced at Hua Fu and A Fa.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Trying to bully the people of Hung Hing?"

Are you qualified?

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze fixed on Hua Fu's face like a knife.

Hua Fu was so intimidated by his imposing aura that she gasped for breath and involuntarily took a step back.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, but he couldn't say a word.

Binni Tiger Han Bin is a formidable figure who has made a name for himself in Kwai Tsing.

In terms of sheer power, he is a well-known figure internationally.

At the same time, the Crown Prince's gaze was fixed on Afa.

He sneered, a smile that carried a belligerent undertone that sent chills down anyone's spine.

"If you're not satisfied, then let's have a one-on-one fight."

"Even if I were to fight Lian Haolong, I, the Prince of Hung Hing, would not be afraid in the slightest!"

As the prince spoke, his fists were clenched, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged out.

He was a well-known martial arts fanatic; the title of Hung Hing's Double Flower Red Pole was not given lightly.

He has faced Lian Haolong countless times over the years, and although he has won half the time, he has never been afraid.

Cold sweat was slowly trickling down Ah Fa's forehead.

He considered himself a brainy person, and fighting was never his forte.

He had absolutely no chance of winning against the Crown Prince, a reckless man who would fight at the drop of a hat.

More importantly, he didn't expect Lin Bei to be so popular in Hung Hing.

More than a dozen big shots and dozens of underlings were willing to stand up for him at this time.

This is no longer simply a matter of strength.

This is human nature.

"snort!"

"Since it's a business transaction, I have nothing to say."

Ah Fa gritted his teeth and squeezed out those words.

He was, after all, a man who cared about his reputation, but he didn't want to risk incurring irreconcilable hatred for his gang in front of Hung Hing because of a moment of anger.

He glared at Lin Bei fiercely, then turned and left.

Hua Fu was completely stunned when she saw this.

What the hell is going on?

If you leave, what will I do?

He stood there, watching Ah Fa's departing figure, then looking at the group of fierce-looking Hung Hing thugs in front of him, and his legs began to tremble involuntarily.

Lin Bei lit a second cigarette, took a deep drag, and then slowly exhaled.

The bluish-white smoke swirled into strange shapes under the neon lights, making his expression appear somewhat hazy.

His voice carried a teasing tone, neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for Hua Fu to hear clearly.

There's a saying circulating in the martial arts world.

"Beat up Hung Hing!"

"Four-star Tung Sing!"

"You guys teamed up to produce chicken essence..."

He flicked his cigarette ash, his smile growing increasingly playful.

"Hua Fu, you're just a worm, so I won't make things difficult for you."

His tone suddenly turned cold.

"Get out of my shop now, immediately, and with your people."

If you still show up in front of me in three seconds, I'll make you walk out sideways.

After he finished speaking, he began to count and describe.

"three......"

Hua Fu's pupils suddenly contracted.

He didn't even have time to call out to his men before turning and running away.

The speed was astonishing; his short legs moved like wheels of fire, his leather shoes making rapid clattering sounds on the floor, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the nightclub's entrance.

"Hahaha!"

Hua Fu's erratic behavior tonight made all the Hung Hing members present burst into laughter.

The laughter was unrestrained, filled with the arrogance and contempt of a victor.

With a powerful backer like Lin Bei, those of them who are his underlings can naturally be much more assertive when they're out in the world.

Lin Bei turned around and walked towards Han Bin and the others.

His face wore a perfectly timed smile.

"Thanks a lot to all the leaders for supporting us tonight!"

Han Bin patted Lin Bei on the shoulder with a smile.

"We're all brothers, why say such things!"

The crown prince smiled and nodded, a rare hint of gentleness appearing on his usually cold and hard face.

"Ah Bei, you've really got some skills, kid."

"Your actions tonight have stolen all the business from Portland Street and scared away the Number Gang and the Triad Society."

"Tomorrow, the legend of Brother Bei will surely resurface in Hong Kong's underworld."

He gave a thumbs-up and waved it in the air.

Brother Ji quickly came over, his eyes gleaming with shrewdness, rubbing his hands together and chuckling.

"Who says otherwise, Ah Bei? Don't you want to show your appreciation?"

Lin Bei rolled his eyes at Brother Ji.

He knew this old fox loved to freeload; he'd see him eight out of ten times when someone treated him to meals and drinks.

However, Lin Bei was in a good mood today and didn't bother arguing with him.

"That goes without saying!"

Lin Bei waved his hand generously, then changed the subject.

"But I'm having drinks with a few bosses in a private room. I need to finish things up there first, and then I'll come find you later."

He looked at Thirteen Sister.

"Thirteenth Sister, could you please greet them for me?"

"Bring the strongest liquor, find the prettiest girls, and serve the bosses well."

Thirteen Sister nodded with a smile, her smile bright and straightforward.

"Yes, Brother Bei!"

Lin Bei turned around, facing all the Hung Hing Society leaders and underlings, and raised his arms in a shout.

"Brothers, as long as you're a member of my Hung Hing Society, your spending tonight..."

"Lin Bei will pay!"

boom!

The entire nightclub seemed to have been set ablaze.

Dafei was the first to stand up, raising the wine bottle in his hand.

His brown sunglasses gleamed under the light, and beer foam overflowed from the bottle, splashing onto the back of his hand.

"oh!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, a sound that almost lifted the roof off.

In an instant, everyone followed suit.

Dozens of bottles were raised in unison, reflecting an amber light under the neon lights, like a surging ocean.

The nightclub DJ was a quick-witted guy. Upon seeing this, he immediately switched off the slow rock music and replaced it with the most energetic dance music.

Deafening beats erupted from the giant speakers, each drumbeat like a hammer blow to the heart.

The guests who had originally just come to watch the fun were also caught up in the atmosphere, jumping up from the sofas and rushing onto the dance floor, starting to sway wildly.

The barriers and defensiveness between people were completely melted away by alcohol and music at this moment, and everyone was immersed in this grand carnival.