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On the other end of the phone, Gu Huolun narrowed his eyes slightly, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke in a tone that was half-joking and half-serious.

"Although Ladies' Street is the territory where the sunset businesses of the Number Gang are thriving, I heard that Wang Bao has always wanted to take it over."

"Zhengxing is a piece of fat meat that everyone wants to take a bite out of, and Wang Bao has been eyeing it covetously for more than a day or two."

"You should know Wang Bao. Although he is the leader of the Renzi gang, he is notoriously ruthless."

"His henchman, Ah Ji, is a sharp blade that has been drawn from its sheath. He is ruthless and kills without blinking an eye. There are probably more people in the Hong Kong underworld who have died by his blade than you can count on two hands."

"I'm afraid your small frame won't be able to handle this tough nut."

Upon hearing this, the Little Tyrant didn't get angry but laughed instead, his laughter revealing a kind of reckless madness.

"That's why I'm dragging the entire Hongtai down with me."

"No matter how ruthless Wang Bao is, can he deal with both Hong Tai's and my forces at the same time?"

"Let them fight, let them struggle, let them wear each other down."

"When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits."

"When they are fighting fiercely and suffering heavy casualties, I will stand by and watch. I will come out and clean up the mess after they are done fighting."

Seeing that Little Tyrant was full of confidence, as if everything was under control, Gu Huolun didn't say anything more.

After weighing the pros and cons, he finally agreed, promising that as long as Little Tyrant could successfully transfer the territory of Women's Street to East Star, the gang would give him a decent arrangement.

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Bawang stood alone in the cubicle for a very long time.

In the darkness, only the flickering light of the cigarette in his hand illuminated the complex expression on his face.

He knew that his current strength was not enough to be one of the Five Tigers of Tung Sing.

Those who could earn the title of one of the Five Tigers of Dongxing were all local tyrants, with hundreds of brothers under their command.

My current assets are far from enough.

However, one must take things one step at a time, and eat one bite at a time.

Tonight, let's conquer Women's Street first; this is the first step in his rebirth. We'll deal with the rest later.

When he came out of the cubicle, there was no trace of hesitation or doubt on Xiao Bawang's face.

He found the red-haired henchman who was still waiting outside and said it crisply and decisively.

"As planned, we'll take action tonight!"

……

About an hour later, at the Hongtai General Hall.

The main hall is an old-style tenement building. The tiles on the exterior walls have peeled off, revealing the gray cement walls inside, with a few clumps of moss growing in the corners.

A portrait of Guan Yu hangs on the wall of the conference room. Below the portrait, several sticks of incense, half-burned, are stuck in an incense burner, and wisps of smoke rise slowly, dissipating in the oppressive atmosphere.

Uncle Mei, the leader, sat in the main seat, his fingers rhythmically tapping the armrest of the armchair, making a soft, tapping sound.

His gaze slowly swept over the several senior executives in the conference room before he slowly began to speak.

"I've gathered you all here on short notice because I want to talk to you about something..."

He paused deliberately halfway through his sentence, then turned his gaze to the little tyrant who had been sitting silently in the corner.

"Someone from Hung Hing contacted me today, saying that Little Tyrant's men went to Mong Kok and went to the newly opened shop of Knife King North to collect protection money."

"Little Tyrant, is this true or not?"

Little Tyrant sneered inwardly, his lips twitching slightly.

Just because of this trivial matter, you have to make a big fuss and call all the senior executives together for a meeting?

This is clearly an attempt to humiliate me, Little Tyrant, in front of everyone.

Are you bored out of your mind?

"Uncle Mei, this was due to my subordinates' lack of manners, and I have already disciplined them."

"Furthermore, he had already apologized to Hung Hing, and they indicated they would not pursue the matter further..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was abruptly interrupted by the Crown Prince's sarcastic voice.

"Hmph, if apologies were enough, what would be the point of having police?"

"What's the point of having people like us who're involved in gangs?"

"Wouldn't it be better to just write an apology letter and hang it around your neck?"

He was about the same age as Little Tyrant, but because he had Uncle Mei, the gang leader, backing him up, he always spoke and acted with an arrogant attitude.

"Besides, we're part of a club, you know."

"In this business, have you ever seen someone who collects protection money turn around and apologize to the person who paid it?"

"Isn't this something I've never seen before in my life?"

"I've been in this business for over a decade, and this is the first time I've ever heard of someone who collects protection money bowing and scraping before someone."

"He has completely disgraced Hongtai."

These words resonated with many in the audience, eliciting a strong sense of agreement.

The uncles from several different branches whispered amongst themselves.

Bao Rong was a straightforward person. He touched his stubble-covered chin and echoed in a deep voice.

"What the Crown Prince said is true; though the words may be rough, the principle is sound."

He turned to the little tyrant and began to lecture him without any politeness.

"Little Tyrant, this is because you, as the boss, failed to discipline him properly."

"Your underling was wrong first by crossing the line and causing trouble in Hung Hing territory, and then he even disgraced the triad and apologized to people."

"If word gets out, what will other gangs think of Hongtai?"

"They thought we were afraid of Hung Hing and backed down."

"In my opinion, we should find that kid, give him a good beating, and then expel him from the gang as a warning to others!"

The little tyrant's face darkened, and the muscles in his face twitched a few times. He cursed inwardly.

So you guys are really going to try and crush me today, right?

One played the good cop and the other the bad cop; they worked together quite well.

You son of a bitch, Crown Prince! If it weren't for your father being the Dragon King, I could have slapped you to the ground with just one slap.

Seeing that the little tyrant remained silent with a sullen face, Uncle Mei didn't want to push too hard.

After all, Little Tyrant has a group of capable brothers under his command. If he is really pushed to the limit, he might do something desperate, which would not benefit anyone.

He coughed lightly twice and stepped in to smooth things over.

"Cough cough."

"Okay, okay, it's not a big deal."

"It's just that a few of the younger ones don't know the rules and crossed the line in a moment of confusion. It's not as serious as you're making it out to be."

"I've also spoken to the people in Hung Hing and made it clear that it was just some of their underlings being ignorant and causing trouble, and they didn't mean any harm."

"The Hung Hing faction also gave me some face and didn't intend to investigate the matter further."

"However..."

Uncle Mei changed the subject, his gaze returning to Little Tyrant, his tone now carrying a hint of reprimand.

"Little Tyrant, you need to discipline your subordinates more in the future. You can't let them be so unruly."

"The reputation of our organization is something we've worked hard for over decades to build. We can't let a few ignorant and reckless young people ruin it."

"To avoid getting into trouble later, do you hear me?"

Little Tyrant nodded slightly and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth.

"Yes, Uncle Mei, I understand."

After this matter came to an end, Uncle Mei's next words were like a knife stabbing Little Tyrant in the heart.