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Young and Dangerous's analysis was very logical, with each point stemming from practical considerations.

He could naturally see that Crow and Smiling Tiger were eager to make a name for themselves, but as the leader of the gang, he couldn't let the impulsiveness of a few people push the whole gang into a fire pit.

"Brother Lun, I don't like hearing that."

The crow curled its beak, looking unconvinced.

"It's true that the enemy has three hundred men, but we have heavy weapons."

"Even if Black Phoenix isn't here, we still have a batch of heavy machine guns that we smuggled in before. Their firepower is definitely stronger than those broken submachine guns."

"As long as the boss gives the order, I'll immediately gather my brothers, get another fifty gunmen, and add that batch of heavy weapons. We'll catch them completely off guard. Tell me, how could we possibly lose?"

He spoke with such fervor that his spittle nearly flew onto Louis Koo's face.

Camel's face darkened, and he slammed his hand on the table.

"shut up!"

The slap made the teacup on the table bounce, and tea splashed all over the table.

"Do you know where those heavy machine guns came from?"

"That's our Dongxing's trump card, our life-saving weapon!"

"We are drug dealers in Hong Kong, not mercenaries from the Middle East."

"Using a pistol like the Black Star is already like dancing on a knife's edge; now you want to bring a heavy machine gun into the streets?"

"Are you annoyed that the cops don't notice us, or do you think you have too much time on your hands?"

The camel grew angrier as he spoke, and the veins on his temples throbbed.

The reason why Tung Sing has been able to gain a foothold in the New Territories over the years is not only because of its strong military power, but more importantly because it knows how to conceal its strength.

The drug trade is already shady, and if heavy weapons are used openly, it's tantamount to directly challenging the entire law enforcement system of Hong Kong Island.

At that point, let alone Hung Hing, the O-Division's anti-gang campaign alone will make them suffer.

The crow was scolded harshly, its cheeks turning bright red. Its lips twitched a few times, but in the end, it dared not say anything. It could only sit back in its seat sullenly and turn its head away to sulk.

Seeing this, the smiling tiger quickly approached the camel with a smile, first pouring him a cup of fresh tea, and then reaching out to pat his back.

"Brother Luo, please don't be angry."

"The crow is only in such a hurry because it's for the good of the club."

"You know perfectly well that ever since Yaoyang was defeated in the last incident on the periphery, the brothers below haven't received their pay for over a month."

He sighed, a rare look of worry appearing on his face.

"Everyone works for the gang to make a living, isn't it all about money?"

"After dragging this out for a month, morale has already started to crumble."

"The underlings may not say it, but none of them are motivated to work."

"Crow and I have a few tough guys working for us, and they've all started taking on other jobs on the side lately. If this keeps up, we're really going to starve."

The smiling tiger's voice was gentle, but every word struck at the camel's weak spot.

"If we fight a great battle tonight and take over Kowloon Walled City, we can not only solve the triad's immediate crisis, but also restore the morale of the entire Tung Sing triad."

"Those brothers who ran away came back when they saw the gang was doing well again."

"Besides, with the walled city as our base, our flour business will have the largest distribution market in the future."

"I believe you, Brother Luo, are better at calculating this than I am..."

The camel's brow slowly relaxed.

He is a man who is easily swayed, especially by the complaints of his subordinates.

Every word the smiling tiger said struck at his most sensitive spot...

Stabilize morale, raise funds, and bring Tung Sing back to its peak...

He remained silent for a moment, then turned to look at Gu Huolun.

"Alan, what do you think of Wei's analysis?"

Gu Huolun knew that Camel was already tempted, and any further persuasion would be futile.

He lowered his head, remained silent for more than ten seconds, and then raised his head again, his tone much calmer than before.

"What the crow said earlier was correct in some ways."

"Awei's analysis is indeed reasonable."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, and his tone suddenly became serious.

"But there are some things I must say upfront."

"We are fighting this battle now, gambling with the last of Tung Sing's assets."

"If we win, we'll have the stronghold in our hands, and the potential of the noodle business will be completely unlocked. Tung Sing can enjoy its glory for at least another ten years."

"But what if we lose..."

"We have no choice but to flee to the land of windmills and live a life at the mercy of others."

"It will take at least five or six years before we have a chance to come back after the storm passes."

"Everyone, five or six years have passed."

"No one can say for sure what the Hong Kong underworld will become in the next five or six years..."

After these words were spoken, the ancestral hall fell silent for a few seconds.

Even the crows that had been cawing all along quieted down and became serious.

He certainly knew that Gu Huolun was not exaggerating.

Dongxing has almost lost all its assets in the past few years, so tonight's battle is truly a desperate gamble.

But it is precisely at times like these that we cannot back down.

The crow gritted its teeth and suddenly stood up.

"Brother Lun, I have thought about what you're saying."

"But look at the situation now..."

"Hung Hing and Wo Luen Shing have joined forces to blockade us, and our goods cannot enter any area of ​​Hong Kong Island at all."

"We can only secretly sell our goods in a few small places, and we're constantly fighting with other people every few days."

"We didn't make much money, but we lost people one after another."

"If this continues, Tung Sing will be finished too."

"Instead of hiding in Yuen Long waiting to die, let our brothers out and fight for their lives!!!"

His voice grew louder and louder, echoing throughout the ancestral hall.

"If we can take over Kowloon Walled City tonight, starting tomorrow, we can expand our flour production exponentially."

"In less than two months, our Tung Sing will be back to normal. Then who will need to cater to Hung Hing's every whim?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the several hall masters present lit up.

They have been trapped for far too long.

The blockade imposed by Hung Hing and Wo Luen Shing was like a noose that tightened more and more, making it hard for them to breathe.

If tonight's battle is successful, it will truly be a lifeline, a chance to turn the tide.

Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, Gu Huolun knew that nothing he said would make a difference.

He sighed softly, closed his notebook, sat back in his chair, and remained silent.

The camel also noticed the reactions of the hall masters.

He slowly stood up, his tall figure casting a long shadow under the light.

"Alright! Since everyone wants to fight, it would seem unreasonable for me, as the leader, to stop them."

He looked at Gu Huolun.

"Alan, make the arrangements."

"Equip each of Crow, Awei, and Dadong with the equipment and weapons of thirty men."

"Bring the pineapples, and that batch of goods we've been saving up."

"Tonight, let them turn the tide for our entire Tung Sing."

The camel walked up to the statue of Lord Guan, lit three incense sticks, and put them into the incense burner.

"I will be waiting for your good news at the main hall."

"Remember, after taking over the walled city, first wipe out the Hung Hing people. We'll discuss business matters again when San Fung returns."

"Yes, Brother Luo!"

Crow, Smiling Tiger, and Da Dong stood up at the same time and responded in unison.

Their eyes burned with a light that had been suppressed for a long time.