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On the street, Axe Jun fought harder and harder, and the people from Xinji pressed up like a tide.

The Dongxing men were forced to retreat step by step. Crow was covered in blood, and the knife in his hand was broken in half, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to retreat.

"Crow! Die!"

Axe-wielding Jun swung his axe down, but Crow blocked it with his sword. Crow was sent flying backward by the impact, his back shattering the shop window behind him, his face contorted in pain.

"Axe-Head Jun, you son of a bitch, I'll fight you to the death today!"

He struggled to his feet, blood streaming down his forehead and smearing half his face.

Seeing their boss act this way, the underlings of Tung Sing were intimidated, but none of them turned and ran.

Shui Ling stood upstairs, watching this tragic scene, but her expression remained calm.

"It's really ugly."

She said it casually.

Just then, a series of hurried and orderly footsteps came from the street corner.

Da da da.

Hengmei led a group of Dongxing henchmen out of the alley.

He walked at the front, his machete dragging on the ground, the tip scraping against the pavement with a piercing sound.

Hearing the commotion, Axe Jun stopped his attack and had the New Reporter's men take a few steps back.

He turned around, picked up his axe, and pointed it at Hengmei.

"Who are you?"

"Why are you interfering in the affairs of Sun Kee and Tung Sing?"

He walked up to Crow, glanced down at him, then looked up, his gaze fixed on Axe-Handsome.

"The one who will kill you."

"Brothers, follow me!"

"Kill them!"

He suddenly rushed out, like a tiger released from its cage, his blade cutting through the air, aiming straight for Axe-wielding Jun's face.

clang!

Swords and axes clashed, sparks flew.

Axe Jun's arms suddenly felt heavy, and he almost lost his grip on the axe.

"Heh, you're quite strong."

He glared and grinned.

"This is just the beginning."

He suddenly drew his sword and swept it horizontally, the blade slicing across Axe-Hand's arm and drawing a line of blood.

Axe-wielding Jun was terrified and hastily retreated, barely avoiding the second blow.

"You..."

Before he could finish speaking, the slashing blade was already upon him.

"Fight me, and if you get distracted, you'll die!"

Ding ding ding ding!!

Their weapons clashed repeatedly, the pace quickening.

The crow stared in disbelief until his trusted henchman, Fat Corpse, pulled him back to his senses.

"Brothers, let's fight them!"

"kill!"

The crow gritted its teeth and howled, leading the remaining men back into the battle.

The momentum of Dongxing was instantly ignited, and Xinji's formation began to loosen, retreating step by step.

Sparks flew from the smashed neon tubes on the street, illuminating the cold, hard face of the man with the furrowed brows.

He was like a tireless killing machine, slashing again and again, forcefully suppressing Xinji's offensive.

The tide of battle is turning.

Shui Ling stood on the rooftop, watching Heng Mei lead his men in a counterattack, and a faint smile finally appeared on her lips.

"That's more like it..."

"As one of the Five Tigers of Tung Sing, how could I be beaten up and howled like a groundhog?"

However, she turned around, walked to the table, picked up the wine bottle, poured half a glass of wine into the glass in front of her, and took a sip.

......

On the other side, Dongguanzi and Sihai were already locked in a fierce battle.

Two machetes flew through the night, sparks flying one after another.

The boy from Dongguan suffered several more wounds, the deepest one on his back, where the skin and flesh were turned inside out, and blood stained a large area of ​​his clothes red.

The situation isn't much better across the country.

Blood was still seeping from the gash on his abdomen, and his shirt was already soaked through and clinging to his body.

The weariness on his face had vanished, replaced by a ferocious excitement.

"Kid, you're a better fighter than I thought."

Sihai slashed horizontally with his sword, but Dongguanzi deflected it with the back of his blade.

"Enough with the nonsense, tonight it's either you or me!"

The Dongguan guy gritted his teeth and charged forward for another fierce attack.

The two gangs were also entangled behind them, and many people lay dead on the street, some from Tung Sing and some from Wo Luen Shing. Their cries of pain rose and fell, mixed with the shouts of killing, as if providing the perfect background for the battle.

Just as Dongguan Boy was preparing to fight again, a henchman from Wo Luen Shing scrambled through the crowd, covered in blood, his face bruised and battered, and his voice trembling with tears.

"Brother Dongguan! Brother Dongguan!"

"Big D called and told us to retreat!"

Dongguan boy was stunned, his knife was a beat too slow, and he was forced to retreat three steps by Sihai Yidao.

"What did you say?"

"Brother D said we all need to retreat to Tai Po immediately; tonight's operation is canceled!"

The underling practically yelled it out; his voice cracked.

Dongguan boy's face changed, his lips trembled, as if he couldn't believe it.

"Damn it!"

"Not playing anymore?"

"So what were we risking our lives for tonight?"

He turned his head sharply, his eyes red as he looked at Sihai, then at the brothers still standing behind him.

Everyone was wounded, everyone was watching him, waiting for him to make a decision.

Sihai stopped chasing, stood a few steps away with his knife, looking at Dongguanzi with a half-smile, without saying a word.

Dongguan boy's chest heaved violently, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

He gripped the knife hilt tightly and remained silent for a few seconds.

"grass!"

He slashed the metal lamppost hard with his knife, the blade embedding itself in the metal with a piercing sound.

"withdraw!"

"Everyone, follow me!"

His voice was hoarse, filled with intense resentment.

Upon hearing this, many of Wo Luen Shing's underlings breathed a sigh of relief and began to help each other back.

Si Hai gave a wink, and the Dongxing men didn't give chase; instead, they made way for them.

He lit a cigarette, took a puff, and squinted at the departing figure of the Dongguan boy.

"You guys know what's good for you."

"Go back and tell Big D that Tung Sing has taken note of what happened tonight."

Dongguan guy paused for a moment, but didn't turn around. He simply slung the knife over his shoulder and continued walking forward.

The car engine started, and soon the men and women of Lian Sheng gradually disappeared around the street corner.

Sihai watched them walk away, his smile gradually fading.

He glanced down at the wound on his side, frowned, pressed his thumb against the edge of the wound, and muttered a curse under his breath.

"Damn it."

He turned around and looked at the group of brothers he had brought with him.

They were all injured, but none of them fell down. After all, they outnumbered each other, so the pressure was relatively less.

"Stop resting, come with me to Yau Ma Tei."

"Tonight, not a single piece of Tung Sing's territory can be lost."

With a wave of his hand, he led his men toward Yau Ma Tei.

......

Yau Ma Tei.

The battle between Da Dong and Du Shun is nearing its end.

Both of them were known for their recklessness, fighting their way from one end of the street to the other, and then back from the alley to the main street.

Da Dong had long since discarded his baton, picked up a knife from the ground, and began to swing it vigorously.

Du Shun's left arm was slashed several times, and blood stained a large area of ​​his white shirt, but he still gritted his teeth and continued to swing the knife.

Both sides were exhausted from the battle, and neither side could gain a clear advantage.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the end of the street, followed by a loud voice that pierced the night sky.

"Brothers of Tung Sing! Hold on!"

"We're here!"

Sihai arrived with reinforcements and charged into the battle.

He was like a newly manufactured killing machine. Despite his injuries, it did not affect his movements at all. Wherever his blade passed, the henchmen of the New Detective Agency fell to the ground.