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Lin Bei calmly picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and pushed it in front of Di Qiu.

"Brother Qiu, have some tea to calm down."

"You know that the people who attacked the walled city last night were from Zhongxinyi, so why are you still so angry?"

"If our people hadn't arrived in time and chased the thieves away for you, the big boss, the walled city would be in unimaginable chaos right now."

"If this is considered betrayal, then I'd like to ask you, what do you expect us to do?"

Lin Bei paused, then looked directly at Di Qiu.

"Besides, the rules of Kowloon Walled City are that whoever wants to take over this territory has to prove their abilities."

"This is a rule that has been passed down for decades, Brother Qiu wouldn't deny it, would he?"

"Of course, your owners have made a rule that firearms are not allowed to be used within the walled city."

"But this rule is valid only if no one else can use it."

"I don't need to elaborate on how dangerous last night was."

"The Chung Hsin Yi Army deployed over a hundred gunmen, equipped with submachine guns, grenades, and all sorts of weapons."

"If we go in with our fists raised and swords, guns, and clubs, even more people will die."

"And what about the neighbors, the ordinary people struggling to make a living in the walled city? Who will compensate for their lives?"

Di Qiu was so angry at Lin Bei's ability to distort the truth that he couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh? So you mean I not only can't blame you, but I should also thank you with drums and gongs for driving away the loyal and righteous man for me?"

boom!

He slammed his hand on the table, making the teacup jump.

"Lin Bei, do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

"I, Di Qiu, have been around for decades. What haven't I seen?"

"Your excuse might fool others, but you're still too green to fool me!"

Lin Bei's face darkened.

Of course he knew that Di Qiu had been in the underworld for decades and had seen all sorts of things.

But precisely because of this, he knew even more clearly that he could not back down.

Since the brothers took over Hung Hing, no one has dared to bang on the table in front of him.

He respected Di Qiu as a senior figure in the martial arts world, so he had always treated him with courtesy since he entered the sect.

But that doesn't mean he's afraid.

If we back down here today, how will Hung Hing be able to establish itself in Hong Kong Island in the future?

Lin Bei leaned back in his chair, his tone resolute.

"Brother Qiu, I'm putting this out there."

"The Walled City is ours to occupy; we, Hung Hing, will not yield an inch."

"What tornadoes could do before, we can do just as well, and we'll only do it better."

"Whatever conditions he offers the neighbors, we will only offer more, never less, and we will not let anyone suffer a loss."

"If you're not satisfied, then so be it."

"We, Hung Hing, are willing to pay to take over the properties in the Walled City that you own."

"Take the money and leave, go home and live a peaceful life as a wealthy man, and never have to worry about these fighting and killing again."

"This is the best option for me, for you, and for everyone in the walled city."

He paused, his gaze turning colder.

"But if Brother Qiu continues to cause trouble, we Hung Hing are not afraid of anyone."

"If things fall apart, it won't benefit anyone."

"That's all I have to say. Brother Qiu, you can decide for yourself."

Di Qiu was so angry that his face turned blue.

The thing he hates most in his life is being threatened.

The young man in front of him, barely in his early twenties, had spoken to him in such a manner that it was practically a threat.

"Good! Very good!"

Di Qiu gritted his teeth and sneered, turning his gaze to Liang Kun, who had remained silent to the side.

"What? Now the big shots aren't stepping up, so the little ones are being made to take charge?"

"Brother Kun, tell me honestly, who's in charge of Hung Hing now, Lin Bei or you, Brother Kun?"

That's a very tricky question.

Di Qiu wanted to sow discord.

Having been in the underworld for so many years, his greatest skill is manipulating people's hearts.

He could see Lin Bei's position within Hung Hing, and he also knew that Liang Kun was the nominal leader.

His question was intended to embarrass Liang Kun and create discord between the two brothers.

Unfortunately, he miscalculated.

Liang Kun grinned, revealing a set of teeth stained yellow from smoking.

"Brother Qiu, what are you saying?"

"Ah Bei is my younger brother, and his meaning is the same as my meaning, Liang Kun's meaning."

"My brother and I have never distinguished between ourselves."

Although he was smiling, his eyes had turned cold.

"If you invited us here today to reason with each other about the walled city, then Ah Bei has already made his reasoning very clear."

"If you want to have a showdown with Hung Hing, that's fine too."

"If I, Handsome Kun, ever utter a word of fear, I'll never be able to work in this industry again."

Di Qiu's face turned ashen.

Lin Bei's words were like daggers, sharp and direct.

But Liang Kun's words were like a dull knife cutting into his flesh, slowly wearing down his patience.

These two people, one playing the bad cop and the other the good cop, forced him into a corner with no way out.

"good!"

Di Qiu roared angrily.

"Since you refuse to cede the stronghold, then let's fight!"

"Don't think that just because you killed the big boss, crippled Wang Jiu, and drove away Zhong Xinyi, you're the law of the walled city!"

"I, Di Qiu, am not dead! Tornado is still here!"

"Even when we're old, dealing with you won't be difficult at all..."

"Brother Qiu!"

Before Di Qiu could finish speaking, a weak and hoarse voice came from the doorway of the private room.

The door was pushed open.

The person who came in was Tornado.

He was wearing a large, dark coat, and his figure was much thinner than before; his once upright back was now slightly hunched.

His face was sickly pale, his lips were gray, and he looked as if a part of his life force had been drained from him.

The four young masters of the walled city followed behind him, their faces solemn, their usual high spirits gone.

Di Qiu was stunned.

"Azu!"

He immediately stood up, walked over quickly, and, holding Tornado's arm, led him to the table to sit down.

The moment his hand touched Tornado's arm, he could feel that the other person was so thin that only bones remained.

"Why are you here?"

"Why didn't you rest and recover in the hospital...?"

Di Qiu asked in a low voice.

Tornado waved his hand, took a breath, and then slowly spoke.

"Brother Qiu, stop arguing, it's useless."

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over Lin Bei and Liang Kun, finally settling on Di Qiu.

"I'm old, and I'm plagued by a lot of ailments."

"The doctor said it's late-stage lung cancer, and I only have a few months to live."

Upon hearing this, Di Qiu was completely dumbfounded.

"What...what did you say?"

"Late-stage lung cancer?"

"When did this happen?"

"Why did it take you so long to tell me!"

Tornado gave a wry smile.

"What good would it do to tell you?"

"Cancer is something that even the King of Heaven himself couldn't cure."

"Instead of causing you worry, I'd rather say less and just let me spend the rest of my life in peace..."

He paused, then continued:

"Brother Qiu, we can't win this round."

"The big boss is dead, Wang Jiu is crippled, the entire Zhongxinyi gang has run away, and even their financial backer, Uncle Si, has been kidnapped and there's been no news of him since."

"These things are not coincidences; they were arranged step by step by someone."

"Don't you understand even now?"

After finishing speaking, Tornado glanced at Lin Bei almost imperceptibly.

"Brother Qiu, we're getting old."

"I've made enough money."

"It's time to think carefully about the rest of your life."

"Let the young people fight and kill."