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"Yes, Master Bao!"

The young man responded and quickly turned to leave.

Wang Bao picked up his wine glass again, swirled the deep red liquid inside, and muttered to himself.

"You little brat, when did you get so bold?"

"You dare to steal meat from my mouth?"

"Looks like I haven't stretched my muscles in too long, making people forget the weight of the name Wang Bao in the Hong Kong underworld."

However, ten minutes later, the younger brother stumbled back, looking even more disheveled than before.

His collar was askew, his face was covered in bruises, his forehead was covered in sweat, and he could barely speak.

"Master Bao, something terrible has happened!"

"Those bastards from Hongtai have launched an attack on our territory!"

"We had just gathered our forces to counterattack Ladies' Street when they suddenly attacked us from the rear, throwing us into disarray and scattering us in disarray."

"More than a dozen of my brothers were injured, one or two of them are either dead or wounded..."

Wang Bao suddenly stood up, his obese body creating a gust of wind. He overturned the wine glass on the table, spilling red wine onto the carpet, leaving a shocking dark stain that looked like a pool of blood.

His eyes burned with rage, and the fleshy parts of his face trembled violently with fury.

"You choose the path to heaven but refuse to take it, while insisting on barging into the gates of hell when there are none."

"You think I'm afraid of you, you little punk?"

"You're daring to challenge the powerful and try to pull the tiger's mantle!"

After he finished speaking, he grabbed his coat draped over the back of the chair, kicked open the door to the private room, and stormed out of the nightclub with a group of his men.

Normally, in a casual game of fighting, it wouldn't require Wang Bao to personally intervene.

He doesn't keep so many people under his command for nothing.

But today is different. Not only did Hong Tai take over Zhengxing's territory without saying a word, but he also dared to send people to attack Wang Bao's territory.

When did that cowardly idiot with the big eyebrow get so bold?

How dare they mess with me? And how dare they fight on two fronts at the same time?

There must be something fishy going on here; there must be some hidden story he doesn't know about.

Just as Wang Bao and his men arrived at the street corner with murderous intent, the underlings sent by Little Tyrant to harass them spotted the main force of the Number Gang from afar.

Their previous orders were to harass the enemy briefly and then retreat, so when they saw Wang Bao personally leading the attack, they immediately fled, running faster than rabbits.

All that remained was a mess, with several of Wang Bao's henchmen lying haphazardly on the road.

Looking at the chaotic scene before him, Wang Bao was furious, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

He grabbed his henchman by the collar, almost lifting him into the air, and roared.

"Blow the rooster! Get the car ready!"

"Gather all the capable brothers, not a single one can be absent!"

"Follow me to Hongtai's headquarters!"

"Tonight, I'm going to make that idiot bastard kneel before me and show him what happens when he messes with me, Wang Bao!"

"Yes, Master Bao!"

The underling was so terrified by Wang Bao's overwhelming anger that he turned pale and scrambled out of the crowd, stumbling back to the nightclub to make a call to the red emergency phone.

His hands were shaking so badly he could barely dial the number; it took him two tries to finally get through.

At this moment, Piyanmei is sleeping soundly at home, having sweet dreams.

He was snoring loudly, and a smile, as if he were dreaming of marrying a new wife, still lingered on the corner of his mouth.

He never dreamed that while he was fast asleep, a monstrous disaster, meticulously planned by the very gang leaders he had personally forced to rebel against, was sweeping towards him like a tidal wave.

His son, Crown Prince Hongtai, was even more absurd.

At this moment, he was enjoying himself at the nightclub run by Wei Jixiang, with a heavily made-up red-haired woman on his left arm and a glass of whiskey in his right hand, swaying his head to the music, completely unaware that the world outside had turned upside down.

Just then, the two men received urgent calls from their subordinates at almost the same time.

"What?"

"Wang Bao has stormed the main hall?"

Piyanmei sprang out of bed, her sleepiness vanishing in an instant.

He threw off the covers, jumped out of bed barefoot, and while hastily putting on his clothes, picked up his mobile phone and dialed to summon various people.

The Crown Prince is a bully who usually picks on the weak and fears the strong; he is never reliable when it matters.

His first reaction upon receiving the news was not to lead his men to provide support, but to have Wei Jixiang lead his men to the main hall to hold the line, while he himself led a few trusted underlings to the back door to contact his father.

To put it bluntly, it's about letting others take the fall as cannon fodder while you stay behind and wait until it's safe to clean up the mess.

While Hong Tai was in chaos and reinforcements were still arriving, Wang Bao led over a hundred elite troops into Soy Street.

Under the dim streetlights, a dark mass of people surged forward like a flood bursting its banks, their shouts and footsteps mingling together, breaking the deathly silence of the night.

Residents in the buildings along the street drew their curtains and turned off their lights, not daring to look outside even once.

Today, Wang Bao brought the elites of the Number Gang, each a seasoned veteran who wouldn't even blink an eye when it came to killing.

He himself was holding a large, gleaming machete, the blade reflecting a chilling light under the streetlights.

His obese body, far from being a burden, actually made each impact incredibly powerful due to the inertia of his weight, like a rampaging bull, leaving people and horses sprawling in its wake.

Hong Tai's henchmen stationed in the streets and alleys had no time to react. They were driven back by his terrifying offensive and could not even put up a decent resistance.

The dull thud of a machete striking bone, the agonizing screams of the wounded, and the shouts of insults exchanged between the two sides—all these sounds mingled together, echoing through the night sky of Soy Street.

At this moment, Bao Rong, Wei Jixiang, and others arrived late with their respective men.

They each brought forty or fifty men, panting heavily as they arrived at the scene, and without saying a word, they charged aggressively into the melee.

The two sides engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat on Soy Street, with shouts of battle deafening and flashes of swords clashing.

Leopard Rong, relying on his tall and strong physique, wielded a large machete with great skill, cutting down several thugs from the Number Gang.

Wei Jixiang provided support and cover from the side, leading a group of men to harass from the flank, attempting to disrupt the enemy's formation.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Women's Street, which had been taken over by Little Tyrant, was unusually quiet.

This street, which was bustling during the day, seemed to have been emptied of all sound at this moment. Only the whistling of the night wind passing through the narrow alleys made the silence even more pronounced.

Little Tyrant was hiding in the shadows with his men, concealed in the shadows of a building.

From here, you can clearly see any movement at the intersection of Women's Street.

He and his brothers had just won a great battle, and their morale was high, with everyone's face showing eager excitement.

But he knew that the real show was yet to come, and the battle just now was merely an appetizer.

"Boss, it's exactly as you guessed."

The red-haired henchman leaned close to Little Tyrant's ear and whispered something.

"Wang Bao has indeed divided his forces into two lines: one to guard the Soy Street area, and the other to send people to sweep our Women's Street."

"But he sent Huang Mao Aji. That kid is incredibly ruthless. I heard he's killed no fewer than ten people with a single dagger. People in the underworld tremble at the sight of him..."