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Yuen Long, Tung Sing General Hospital.

Although it's called the main hall, it's actually just an old-fashioned ancestral hall in a walled village that has been converted.

Two red lanterns swayed in the night breeze at the entrance, the two black characters "Dongxing" on the lanterns had faded and looked quite old.

Inside the ancestral hall, Guan Yu was enshrined, and the incense burned intermittently, filling the air with a mixture of aged sandalwood and musty smells.

The camel sat in the main seat, holding a teacup in its hands.

His brows furrowed into a deep frown, his expression shifting between light and dark, his gaze darting back and forth between Di Qiu and Master Ding.

"Brother Qiu, stop teasing me."

"You know that Tung Sing makes a living by selling noodles. How can we go head-to-head with a big triad like Hung Hing?"

"The other day I was involved in illegal gambling activities, which not only cost me one of my best employees, but also almost bankrupted the company's finances."

"The entire Dongxing is now relying on blood transfusions from Windmill Country to stay afloat, and they're barely making ends meet."

He took a sip of tea, his face filled with helplessness.

"Now you want me to go and fight Hung Hing for control of the walled city?"

"It's undoubtedly like throwing an egg against a rock."

Di Qiu didn't rush to speak.

He slowly took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled a cloud of murky smoke, and stared at the camel through the smoke.

"Ah Luo, we've known each other for so many years, don't you know who I, Di Qiu, am?"

"When your father was still alive, he never refused me when we sat down to talk business."

"This is a friendship spanning two generations. You wouldn't refuse to give me even this much face, would you?"

The camel's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

Why are you mentioning my father?

When my father talked to you about business back then, wasn't he always forced to agree by you and Tornado working together?

You old hands, you call it friendship, but to put it bluntly, you think we, Dongxing, are easy to bully.

Besides, didn't you, Di Qiu, rely on the tornado to be able to be so powerful in the walled city for more than 20 years?

If it weren't for the tornado supporting you, you would have been killed and your family destroyed long ago.

Now that tornadoes are in the hospital, why are you still acting like a senior?

The camel only dared to mutter these words to itself, but on its face it forced a troubled smile.

"Brother Qiu, let's keep things separate."

"I, Camel, am not an unfaithful person, but being loyal depends on whether you have the ability to back it up."

"You do the math: Hong Le, Zhong Xinyi, Zhengxing, plus Jiang Tianyang's new Hongxing, and oh yes, there's also the deadbeat Wang Bao."

"At least five names were removed from the list by those two brothers, Liang Kun and Lin Bei."

"To put it bluntly, Hung Hing's current power is such that almost no one in the Hong Kong underworld dares to mess with them at this time."

The camel became more and more excited as it spoke, and its body involuntarily leaned forward.

"Plus that troublemaker, Big D from SUPP, the two families are now as close as brothers."

"Once a fight breaks out, I'm afraid my Dongxing team won't even have a chance to show its face before they'll be pinned to the ground and smashed into a Chaoshan beef ball!"

Di Qiu remained expressionless, merely glancing coldly at the camel.

He then gave a wink to Master Ding beside him.

Master Ding understood immediately and put on a smiling face.

His voice carried a smoothness and friendliness characteristic of a businessman.

"Ah Luo, you can't say that."

"Although your Tung Sing business is located in the New Territories, your noodle business has spread almost all over Hong Kong Island."

"Which street doesn't have your goods circulating?"

"Which nightclub doesn't have your fans selling their stuff?"

Camel's expression changed slightly, and he was about to speak in his defense when Master Ding stopped him and continued speaking.

"Although Hung Hing is now resisting you at every turn, who do you think you are, Ah Luo?"

"One of the leading business syndicates in Hong Kong Island."

"I don't believe you didn't use other channels to get the goods into Hung Hing's territory."

"Although Lin Bei is a domineering young man, he is very shrewd and always leaves room for maneuver in his actions."

"As long as it doesn't go too far, he never goes to extremes."

Master Ding paused, his smile fading, and his tone becoming serious.

"But this incident in the walled city is completely different from those small-scale skirmishes in the past."

"The walled city holds too much significance for us homeowners."

"Qiu-ge and I didn't come here today to give you an empty promise."

"We'll give you a guarantee: as long as Tung Sing can help us take back the Walled City, from now on, Tung Sing will be the exclusive supplier of flour for the Walled City."

"There are over 30,000 people in the entire stronghold. You know how many of them like this kind of thing, Ah Luo."

The camel's eyelid twitched.

More than 30,000 people.

That's no small number.

The walled city was a melting pot of all sorts of people, with a much higher proportion of young women and men than outside.

If they could truly secure an exclusive supply, the profits over a year would be enough to completely turn Tung Sing's fortunes around.

Seeing that Camel was interested, Master Ding increased the stake.

"Not just flour."

"We'll split the rent and protection fees for the walled city."

"Even the rights to organize underground boxing matches can be handed over to your Dongxing to manage."

"Do you know how much money the underground boxing rings in the Walled City can make in a year?"

"The tornado scenery is made up for by this alone, bringing in tens of millions of dollars every year."

The camel's eyes brightened noticeably.

However, he did not immediately express his opinion, but instead turned his gaze to Gu Huolun, who remained silent to the side.

Young and Dangerous is in his early thirties, with his signature shoulder-length black hair and refined appearance. He doesn't resemble a violent fighter; his demeanor leans more towards that of a strategist.

Those who know him well know that this refined young man is the true strategist of Dongxing.

The fact that Camel has been able to maintain Tung Sing's existence in the cutthroat world of Hong Kong Island to this day owes a great deal to Young and Dangerous.

Gu Huolun Chong Camel nodded slightly, then coughed lightly.

"Ahem!"

Di Qiu and Ding Ye's eyes were simultaneously drawn to it.

"Brother Ding, Brother Qiu."

Brown's voice was gentle and polite:

"We at Tung Sing appreciate the sincerity of these two senior figures from the martial arts world who have personally come to our door."

"If we refuse again, it will seem like we are being unreasonable."

He then changed the subject.

"But the rules of the walled city prohibit the use of firearms, a fact that you two know better than I do."

"Our Tung Sing doesn't have as many men as Hung Hing. In a fight of fists and numbers, our chances of winning are slim."

"Once the two sides start fighting, even if we manage to break into the walled city, Hung Hing can mobilize more troops at any time and use the most primitive human wave tactics to flatten us."

"So before we start, I want you two to make a promise to us."

Master Ding put down his snuff bottle and tilted his head.

"Oh? Tell me, what kind of promise do you want?"

Gu Huolun narrowed his eyes slightly and said, word by word:

"As long as we, Tung Sing, take back the Walled City for you, we will station a team of two hundred gunmen in the Walled City."

"We are responsible for all the weapons, equipment, food, clothing, and accommodations of this team ourselves, and you homeowners are not allowed to interfere."

"In the future, if any conflict occurs between the Walled City and other gangs, this gunman team will be under the full command of our Tung Sing."