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While things are raging here, the situation in Causeway Bay and Yau Ma Tei is equally tense.

Situ Haonan and He Yong joined forces to confront Gui Tian and Li Tai.

The former had hard fists, and the latter had fast knives. The four of them fought from one end of the street to the other. Wherever they went, iron gates were dented, light boxes were smashed, and bloodstains were scattered all over the ground.

The two gangs of underlings charged forward with their respective leaders, their shouts of battle so loud that the residents in the nearby buildings slammed their windows shut, and hardly anyone even dared to peek out to watch the commotion.

In Yau Ma Tei, Tai Tung faced off against To Shun. Both were notorious ruthless characters, and they went for the kill the moment they met.

Da Dong had already broken two of his batons, and Du Shun's knife was also chipped. Neither of them showed any intention of backing down.

The underlings on both sides were completely mixed up, unable to tell who was on whose side, and only knew how to beat anyone they saw.

The three areas were locked in a fierce battle, with neither side gaining a clear advantage for the time being.

Because of this, many meddlesome gangs have started betting on each other in private, with odds constantly changing. They bet on who will take over the territory, who will die tonight, and in the end, they'll even stake their leader's reputation.

That's how it's always been in the martial arts world: the excitement belongs to others, but your life is your own.

Shui Ling stood in a room on the rooftop of a building in Tsim Sha Tsui, arms crossed, coldly watching Crow and Axe Jun fighting below.

Her gaze fell through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the chaotic crowd on the street.

The night was deep, and the neon lights shone on the fighting figures, red and green, mixed with the color of blood, making people dizzy.

"This Axe-wielding Jun is quite skilled in martial arts; I didn't expect he couldn't even withstand a crow."

After hanging up the phone, Hei Feng strode over, her high heels clicking on the floor, and stood respectfully behind her.

"Marshal Dalu, the Dragon Head asked me to arrange high-explosive materials and firearms for him. It seems something happened on his end..."

Shui Ling was slightly taken aback, then seemed to realize something and snorted coldly.

"That good-for-nothing is more of a hindrance than a help."

"The fact that they need these things at such a critical time means they must have been smuggling flour and the police have been watching them."

As soon as she finished speaking, Hei Feng realized the seriousness of the problem.

She frowned and asked in a low voice:

"Should we retaliate?"

"Otherwise, even if we take over the territory, there will be a series of troubles later on."

Shui Ling didn't answer and closed her eyes.

The room fell silent, save for the distant sounds of battle cries coming from outside the window.

She knew that Camel must have contacted the foreigners at this time.

But the other party didn't help him; either they couldn't contact him, or they deliberately didn't want to get involved.

The possibility of them not wanting to get involved is extremely low. After all, the monthly tribute from Tung Sing is not a small amount, and those foreigners will not easily give up Tung Sing, their cash cow.

But tonight, at this most critical moment, the phone just won't go through...

All we can do now is stall.

She suddenly opened her eyes and said in a cold voice:

"Black Phoenix, immediately send someone to bring the camel to the safe house. Don't let him leave the safe house without my permission."

"Yes, Marshal Dalu!"

After receiving the order, Hei Feng turned and left.

The high heels clicked crisply on the floor and quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Shui Ling walked to the round table in the room, picked up a mobile phone, and dialed a number.

"Yin Feng, this is Shui Ling. Use the gang's legal resources to find out how many of our members have been arrested by the police, and try to arrange a meeting with them."

"General Dalu, were the people from the Dragon Head side caught transporting flour?"

"Yes, that's them. Once we find them, go to the police station immediately and gag them. Just stall until nine o'clock tomorrow."

"Yes, I'll take care of it right away."

"Okay, I'll wait for your reply."

drop!

Shui Ling hung up the phone and turned to look at Jiu Mei, who was silent to the side.

"Ninth Sister, let Sihai and Hengmei make a move."

"It's better to wait than to let things change."

"Yes, Master!"

Ninth Sister bowed in response, then turned and walked out.

Shui Ling walked back to the French windows.

The battle downstairs continued. Axe Jun had led his men to force Crow toward the street corner. The momentum of the New Reporter was getting stronger and stronger, and the people of the East Star were clearly struggling to hold on.

She watched as the crow was knocked back by an axe blow, its back slamming against the iron gate, and couldn't help but frown.

"He's really useless."

She uttered four words softly, her fingers tapping unconsciously on the windowsill.

......

In Kwun Tong, the plane, carrying its younger brother, is heading towards Tsim Sha Tsui.

The street wasn't wide, and it was lined with old tenement buildings. Several streetlights were broken, making the light dim.

The convoy of airplanes was long and impressive, speeding and crashing along the way.

Suddenly, a person appeared at the street corner ahead.

The newcomer was tall with a buzz cut, thick eyebrows that slanted down over his eyes, and a completely unsmiling expression on his face.

With his thin lips pressed tightly together and his shoulders ramrod straight, he stood there like a cold knife drawn from its sheath.

It was Hengmei, one of the Ten Heroes of Shuiling.

The convoy of planes came to a sudden stop.

He opened the car door, got out, and looked the person up and down, his expression becoming serious.

"Who are you?"

"Why are you blocking our path and Luen Shing's?"

He turned his head slightly, his expressionless face fixed on the plane, his voice low and deep.

"No passage ahead."

"If you know what's good for you, get back here right now."

"Otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

The plane was taken aback at first, then grinned, a somewhat ferocious grin.

"Hahaha!"

"I've been in this underworld for so many years, and this is the first time anyone has dared to speak to me like that!"

"Fine, then I'll see what gives you the confidence!"

He suddenly waved his hand and roared:

"Kill them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than two hundred of his underlings rushed forward in a huge swarm.

His expression remained unchanged as he raised his cleaver.

"Brothers of Tung Sing, follow me and hold off these bastards!"

"superior!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of Tung Sing thugs suddenly emerged from the shadows on both sides of the street. At a rough glance, there were at least a hundred of them.

The two groups clashed on this not-so-wide street in Kowloon. Shouts of killing, curses, and cries of agony erupted instantly, and the clanging of metal echoed like a never-ending downpour.

The plane and the brow swooped in almost simultaneously, their blades clashing in mid-air with a piercing metallic sound.

Both were experts, and they knew they had met their match as soon as they exchanged blows; neither dared to be careless.

The airplane's advantage lies in its agile movements, unorthodox and ruthless attacks.

Hengmei, on the other hand, was all about brute force; each strike carried immense power, forcing the plane to constantly change position.

The two fought from the center of the street to under the arcade, and then from under the arcade to the middle of the road. No one dared to approach them.

On the other side, Dongguan Boy led more than two hundred of his underlings south from Tai Po, traveling at a rapid pace.

Several bread carts were parked haphazardly in the middle of the road, their lights all off, forming a silent barrier.