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When Camel hung up the phone, his entire back was soaked in cold sweat.

He leaned against the wall for a while before slowly straightening up.

"Damn it! This bitch, does she really think she's in charge of Tung Sing?"

"Hmph, wait until I'm in complete control, then I'll see how I deal with you."

However, when he thought about how he had gone to great lengths over the years to get rid of those uncles, leaving Tung Sing in its current hollowed-out state, otherwise it wouldn't have been able to be so easily defeated by just two or three of Hung Hing's branches.

Ultimately, it was because he dug himself a hole that was too big.

Camel took a deep breath, put down the satellite phone, and was about to step out of the inner room when he heard a commotion outside.

He went outside and saw that it was Crow and Da Dong who had returned.

Both men were injured, their clothes were tattered and stained with blood and ash, and their faces showed signs of disarray.

A strip of cloth, torn from somewhere, was wrapped around Crow's arm, and Da Dong had a cut on his forehead, the blood of which had already congealed.

"Why are only the two of you back?"

"Where's Ah Wei?"

Upon hearing this, both the crow and Da Dong lowered their heads, neither daring to look the camel in the eye.

"Well......"

"Sorry, boss."

boom!

Camel felt like his brain was about to explode.

Another tiger has died.

Damn it, my power has been weakened again.

Two days later, Shui Ling will be back. How will she view herself?

Gu Huolun quickly stood up, helped the camel up, and asked:

"Brother Luo, are you alright?"

The camel shook its head, its tone desolate:

"We have lost completely."

"Alan, bring the sand bugs back. We just need to hold the base for the next few days and wait for reinforcements..."

"support?"

Gu Huolun, Wuya, and Da Dong all showed expressions of confusion.

In this deadlock tonight, what kind of support can we expect?

The camel didn't keep them in suspense and explained to them:

"That's right, Marshal Shui Ling is coming back."

"When she and Sanfeng return to Hong Kong, we'll have money and manpower, and then we can take back these territories."

"Yes, Brother Luo!"

Crow and Da Dong exchanged a glance, finally feeling a little relieved.

Young and Danny's expression was complicated, but he ultimately didn't ask any more questions.

……

On the roadside in Tuen Mun.

Situ Haonan is engaged in a fierce battle with the dinosaurs, with swords flashing and shadows flying back and forth.

The dinosaur wielded its two machetes with ferocious force, each strike carrying the threat of death.

Situ Haonan's machete was also formidable; he parried repeatedly and occasionally managed to launch a counterattack.

Just then, a dozen or so Toyota Hiace vans drove up from not far away. Before the vans had even come to a complete stop, Long Hair jumped out.

He spotted Situ Haonan chopping down a dinosaur at a glance and immediately shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Brothers, get them! Chop those Dongxing bastards to pieces!"

"yes!"

With the addition of Wo Luen Shing members to the battle, the underlings of Tung Sing, who had initially held a slight advantage, were greatly shaken and were forced into a series of defeats.

The line that had been barely held together was suddenly torn open with a large gap.

Hung Hing and Wo Luen Shing's men flanked them from both sides, and Tung Sing's men fell one after another.

Situ Haonan was caught in a pincer attack by Long Hair and Dinosaur, leaving him no time to command his underlings in battle.

He parried left and right, retreating continuously, his forehead covered in sweat, and his clothes on his back were already soaked through.

He Yong slashed down one of Wo Luen Shing's underlings and ran over to block a blow from Chang Mao for Situ Haonan.

He was panting heavily when he turned around and shouted to Situ Haonan:

"Brother Hao Nan, as long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn."

"Let's get out of here, or we'll really die."

Upon hearing this, Situ Haonan gritted his teeth and glanced at the battlefield.

The number of people in Tung Sing is dwindling, and most of those lying on the ground are their own brothers. If they continue fighting, they will only face certain death.

He steeled his resolve and shouted:

"withdraw!"

Those who ran too slowly were slashed to the ground by the Hung Hing and Wo Luen Shing gang members who caught up from behind, their screams echoing along the roadside.

Dinosaur and Long Hair didn't chase after them; they just stood in the middle of the road, watching the scattered Tung Sing Boys with victorious smiles on their faces.

"Running like a rabbit, that's all the ambition Dongxing has."

The dinosaur spat on the ground.

Longhair slung the knife over his shoulder and laughed, cursing:

"After tonight's battle, Tung Sing will be completely finished in the New Territories."

……

Meanwhile, the battlefield in Sha Tin was far more brutal than this one.

The mall was filled with wounded people lying on the ground groaning in pain, and the ground was covered with bloodstains and scattered weapons from the fight.

The glass display windows were shattered, merchandise was scattered everywhere, and the entire mall looked like it had been hit by a typhoon.

Han Bin never expected that the other party, who was just a group of fellow Daoists, would almost wipe them out.

These guys were under the influence of drugs and felt no pain. They would get knocked down and get up again, like cockroaches that could never be killed. They really wore down a lot of their brothers' strength.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless and that reinforcements were not yet arriving, Sha Meng forced Han Bin back with a slash and then ran to the second floor.

Seeing this, Han Bin was not about to let him get away, so he quickly followed after him.

The narrow-eyed one behind him wanted to follow, but was held back by several fellow Daoists who were still struggling.

The lights on the second floor of the mall were much dimmer than those on the first floor. Most of the light tubes were broken, with only a few still flickering, illuminating the stairwell entrance on an intermittent basis.

Sandfly ran to the second floor, turned around and saw that Han Bin had already chased him to the corner of the stairs, which terrified him.

"Are you crazy? Don't you know that murder is illegal in Hong Kong Island?"

The sand bug ran and shouted back, its voice distorted.

Upon hearing this, Han Bin chased after him, smiling as he said:

"Murder is indeed illegal, but you're not human, you're a piece of trash!"

The sand bug ran a few steps and suddenly realized that it had nowhere to retreat.

The second floor is a circular corridor with a sealed glass curtain wall in front.

He turned around, gripped the machete tightly, leaned against the cold wall, and gasped for breath.

Han Bin walked up step by step, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

The smile on his face was gone, replaced by a calmness.

"Sand bug, you're not getting away tonight."

"Either you jump down yourself, or I'll send you down."

Sandman stared intently at Han Bin, his chest heaving violently.

Knowing he had no way out, he forced himself to stand up straight and raised the machete in front of him.

"Han Bin, do you think you're so great just because you won tonight?"

"I'm not the only one among the Five Tigers of Tung Sing. Once the Dragon Tiger is captured, Hung Hing will pay for it sooner or later!"

Upon hearing this, Han Bin chuckled softly.

"Capture the dragon and tiger?"

"It's Situ Haonan, right?"

"It's good that he's back; it saves us the trouble of looking for him one by one."

"It's a pity you won't live to see that day."

"Die!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Han Bin rushed forward.

The sand bug roared and charged forward, the two knives clashing together again in the dim light, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound.

This time, neither side held back.