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Chen Bingwen brought his sword down to meet him head-on.

Lian Haolong neither dodged nor flinched, but instead used his left arm to block the blow.

The machete slashed into the muscle of his arm, splattering blood all over Chen Bingwen's face, but the blade was stuck in the muscle and couldn't be pulled out for a moment.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lian Haolong slashed horizontally with his sword, forcing Chen Bingwen back, and then rushed towards the street corner without looking back.

Gao Jin caught up with him and slapped him on the back.

Bang!

Lian Haolong grunted, a clear palm print appearing on his back, but he didn't stop. Instead, he used the force to rush forward even faster.

Chen Bingwen steadied himself and slashed him again, this time on the shoulder, the blade penetrating three-tenths of an inch into the flesh.

Lian Haolong swayed slightly, but still did not stop.

He swung his knife wildly, cutting a bloody path through the enemy lines without regard for anything else.

People on the street quickly made way for them, and no one dared to block their way.

Chen Bingwen watched as Lian Haolong ran more than twenty meters away and couldn't help but curse loudly.

"grass!"

"Lian Haolong is tough and thick-skinned, like a wild boar; we can't stop him at all!"

Gao Jin stopped and watched Lian Haolong's disheveled figure as he abandoned all his underlings and fled in a sorry state. His face darkened.

He still got away.

Lian Haolong is a vengeful person. He suffered such a great loss at his hands today and was slapped so many times in front of dozens of his men. He will definitely hold this grudge for the rest of his life.

If we fail to keep him here today, he will definitely be a big problem in the future.

Tornado and his group arrived just then, only to see Lian Haolong's back disappearing around the street corner.

He was panting heavily as he looked at Gao Jin.

"Ah Jin, what do we do now?"

Gao Jin withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Tornado.

The tornado looked terrible.

His clothes were stained with blood on his chest, his lips were pale, and his breathing was rapid and disordered, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured.

Shinichi and his three companions were in no better shape; they were all covered in wounds, and Shinichi even had a clear footprint on his chest.

Gao Jin quickly came up with a plan.

"We, Hung Hing, have a hospital in Tsim Sha Tsui. You should go there quickly to find a doctor to treat your wounds."

He paused, then continued:

"We'll take over the big boss's territory, and we'll split the profits 50/50."

Upon hearing this, Tornado quickly waved his hand.

"How could I possibly accept that?"

"Tonight, Hung Hing provided manpower and resources, and now we need you to clean up the mess..."

Gao Jin waved his hand, interrupting him, and his signature smile reappeared on his face.

"Brother Long, we're all friends, there's no need to talk about these things."

"We'll split the money 50/50 as I said, but we Hung Hing won't give up the territory."

"From now on, Hung Hing will take over the boss's venue in Yau Ma Tei."

Tornado understood Gao Jin's meaning.

The territory belongs to Hung Hing, and the money is divided between the two families.

This is to give face to Tornado, and also to draw a clear line between them.

Hung Hing helped you fight this battle, but Hung Hing will not take less of what is rightfully theirs.

It's perfectly reasonable and there's nothing wrong with it.

Tornado nodded readily.

"Okay, we'll do it your way."

"We don't want the territory, but we'll divide the money according to your plan."

His thinking was simple: the people of the walled city really didn't need the territory outside.

Kowloon Walled City was his foundation; as long as he controlled the Walled City, he didn't care about the other places.

Little did he know that Kowloon Walled City, which he thought was impregnable, had already been captured by Lian Haodong and his men.

He was in a whirlwind and had become homeless.

The two groups divided the loot in the fruit market.

Gao Jin ordered Chen Bingwen to take the seriously injured Wang Jiu and find the place where the boss hid the money.

Wang Jiu has worked for the big boss for sixteen years, so he must know where the big boss hides his money.

As for how to get Wang Jiu to talk, Gao Jin wasn't worried at all; Chen Bingwen had plenty of ways.

If he can't do it, there's always Wang Jianguo.

Tornado, along with Shin-ichi and the other three, got into a Toyota Hiace and drove towards Tsim Sha Tsui.

Hung Hing owns a private hospital in Tsim Sha Tsui, which was renamed from Johnny Wang's Ming Sum Hospital.

They specialize in treating knife and gunshot wounds to their gang members. The doctor is tight-lipped, one of their own, and highly skilled, so you don't have to worry about the police coming to your door.

The bread cart traveled through the night, the atmosphere inside was dull and oppressive.

Xin leaned back in his seat, clutching his aching chest. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

Tornado had its eyes closed, its face was pale, and its breathing was heavy.

His injuries were quite serious, but given his physique, he should be able to recover to about 70-80% after a few days of rest.

Inside Hung Hing Hospital, the emergency room was still brightly lit.

The emergency room doctor was a middle-aged man who wore glasses; he didn't talk much but was quick and efficient.

He glanced at Tornado's injuries, frowned, but asked nothing, and had someone help Tornado into the operating room.

The injuries of Xin Yi and the other three were not too serious, mostly superficial wounds and bruises. Several nurses treated their wounds, applied medicine, and bandaged them.

Just as Shin was leaning back on a chair in the corridor, closing his eyes to rest, his underling walked over with a mobile phone.

He took the mobile phone and heard that it was a call from one of his brothers in the city.

"Feed?"

A hurried and frightened voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Trust Brother Yi!"

"Oh no! The stronghold has been captured!"

"Lian Haodong led over a hundred men armed with submachine guns and stormed in; we couldn't hold them off at all!"

"Our brothers are either dead or wounded, and the rest have been captured!"

Xin Yi suddenly stood up, which aggravated the wound in his chest, causing him to grimace in pain.

"What did you say? Lian Haodong? How could he possibly..."

"It's true! They sneaked in from behind while you were out! They even used explosives! Brother Long's office was bombed, and his house was ransacked!"

Shinichi's mind went blank.

He mechanically hung up the phone, turned around, and saw Tornado standing at the end of the corridor.

Tornado had already walked out of the operating room at some point; the wounds on her body had just been stitched up, and the gauze was still seeping blood.

He stood there, his face ashen, clearly having received the same message.

"Boss..."

Shin-il's voice trembled slightly.

Tornado remained silent.

He remained silent for a long time, then suddenly slammed his fist against the wall.

Bang!

The plaster crumbled off, leaving a blood-red fist mark on the white wall.

The newly stitched wound reopened, and fresh blood dripped from between his fingers.

"Lian...Hao...Dong!"

Tornado pronounced the name slowly and deliberately, each word sounding as if it were being squeezed out from between his teeth.

"I swear I won't rest until I, Tornado, kill you!"

He turned to leave, but Xin Yi and the other three quickly stopped him.

"Boss, you're injured like this, you can't go back!"

"Get out of the way!"

"Boss! Going back now is suicide! Lian Haodong has definitely laid a trap for you in the stronghold!"