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Uncle Mei stood up and looked around.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there is one more thing to announce."

"Wei Jixiang has done a great service by saving the Crown Prince this time. If he hadn't arrived in time, the Crown Prince would probably have suffered a great loss from the Sangbo."

"We, Hongtai, cannot mistreat such loyal and brave men."

"So I'd like to hand over the management of that nightclub on Dundas Street to Wai Cheong-keung. Does anyone have any objections?"

Wei Jixiang has recently saved the young master of Hongtai and is currently riding high.

The Crown Prince also strongly encouraged this matter, and the uncles exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

Only the little tyrant was so angry that he gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound.

His gaze was fixed on the mottled conference table in front of him, not daring to look up, for fear that if he did, he would reveal the raging anger in his eyes.

Damn it, I'll follow the rules, I'll do the dirty and tiring work, and I'll be the first to charge into battle.

In the end, not only did they not give me a chance to sit at the table to eat, but they also deliberately ate and showed off in front of me, didn't they?

What makes that young man, Wei Jixiang, so special?

Was it because he was lucky enough to curry favor with the crown prince?

I've worked my ass off for Hongtai for so many years, shed so much blood, and broken so many bones, yet in the end, I'm not as lucky as a newcomer.

it is good!

You forced me to do this!

His resentment towards Uncle Mei, the Crown Prince, and the entire Hongtai Society had reached its peak at this moment.

……

After the meeting, Little Tyrant returned alone to the mahjong parlor on Dundas Street.

He joined Hongtai when he was a teenager. At that time, he was just a clueless young man who was willing to do any dirty or hard work in order to survive in this ruthless society.

He has been stabbed, stabbed, and imprisoned in a dungeon; he still has seven or eight scars of varying depths on his body.

At the age of twenty-two, with his extraordinary courage and fearless ruthlessness, he was promoted to Red Pole at a young age, becoming Hongtai's youngest senior henchman.

That was his most glorious time. Everyone said that Little Tyrant had a bright future and was destined to become a gang leader.

But after that, the thing he did most each month was to act as a troubleshooter for the gang.

Wherever reinforcements are needed, he has to rush there with his men, no matter how far, no matter how dangerous, no matter how many people point fingers and curse him at someone's funeral.

He did the hardest and dirtiest work, charged into the most dangerous places and was chased and hacked, but in the end he got the least money, lived in the most dilapidated place, and couldn't even afford to treat his brothers to a decent drink.

Now that the gang has finally stabilized, even upstarts like Wei Jixiang can get a piece of land to eat, drink, and play with women in peace.

He was the only one left guarding this run-down, musty mahjong parlor, relying on the meager tea fees from a few mahjong tables to support his dozens of men.

In comparison, it's like night and day, one is heaven and the other is hell.

This is clearly an attempt to utilize his abilities while simultaneously preventing him from becoming too powerful.

Just like a chamber pot, you throw it under the bed after you're done using it!

The scene of the meeting at the Hongtai headquarters kept replaying in his mind, and each replay made his anger burn even more fiercely.

He walked into the mahjong parlor and angrily found Red Hair still bragging and joking with Yellow Hair's underling.

"Go and fetch me a few dozen more blue lanterns, I need them urgently!"

The red-haired henchman was startled by his imposing manner and didn't even bother to put out his cigarette.

He quickly responded and called to his group of blond-haired friends. The group scrambled out of the mahjong parlor and soon disappeared into the bustling crowds of Dundas Street.

……

At midnight that night, the night was as dark as ink, and most of the neon lights in the Women's Street area had been turned off, with only a few streetlights casting dim, blurry yellow halos in the darkness.

The daytime hustle and bustle had long since dissipated, and all the stalls on both sides of the street had packed up their goods, leaving only empty iron frames and plastic sheets swaying gently in the night breeze.

Little Tyrant led over a hundred henchmen and surged over from the direction of Soy Street.

The dense crowd surged through the streets like a rising tide, their footsteps breaking the midnight silence.

Zhengxing was a sunset industry, and it had been declining in recent years. It was short of manpower and its fighting capacity was getting worse year by year.

The henchmen stationed on Ladies' Street were caught completely off guard by the surprise attack tonight.

Xiao Bawang's men swept through the area like they were in an empty field, clearing out the Zhengxing members from the entire street in less than half an hour, leaving only a few watermelon knives with dulled blades and cigarette butts scattered all over the ground.

Little Tyrant rode on a motorcycle parked by the roadside, looking down at everything before him, a long-lost sense of exhilaration welling up inside him.

He specifically instructed his men not to smash any shops, not even a single shop window could be broken, and not a single piece of clothing hanging outside could be torn.

"These shop owners are our future bread and butter."

"You can fight gangsters, but don't mess with God."

"If anyone dares to touch a single needle or thread of a merchant's property, I'll be the first to chop off their hand."

He instructed the team leader, enunciating each word clearly and speaking in a stern tone that left no room for doubt.

This is the experience he has gained from years of navigating the world of business.

Without money, even the most capable veteran can't lead a team for more than a few days.

These merchants on Women's Street are the cash cows he will hold tightly in his hands from now on.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of Mong Kok, inside a luxuriously decorated private room at a nightclub.

Wang Bao was leaning back in a large leather sofa, a thick cigar between his fingers and a wine glass in his other hand, leisurely puffing out smoke.

The speakers in the private room were playing deep jazz music, and the sound of the saxophone was lazy and dreamy.

A large oil painting of a white woman with fruit hangs on the wall, and high-end red wine and fruit platters are placed on the coffee table.

At that moment, a subordinate hurriedly pushed the door open and entered, forgetting to even knock.

His flustered appearance made Wang Bao frown in displeasure, his thick eyebrows furrowing together.

"Master Bao, something's happened."

"Zhengxing was attacked by Hongtai. Now the entire Women's Street has been occupied by Hongtai's men, and all the people from Zhengxing have been driven out. Not a single one is left."

"Should we send troops to help?"

As the subordinate spoke, beads of sweat streamed down his face, and he was panting heavily.

Wang Bao exhaled a puff of cigar smoke, which swirled around his fat face, obscuring his expression.

He remained silent for a few seconds, as if he were calculating something in his mind, before slowly speaking, his tone icy.

"Bring Ah-Ji back to work."

"Tell him to sweep those reckless bastards, including Hong Tai, out one by one."

"Then I'll take over Ladies' Street!"