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Lin Bei calmly put down his binoculars, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, let the smoke swirl in his lungs, and then slowly exhaled.

The smoke curled and dissipated in the darkness, obscuring his expression.

"Ah Ming, you and Fatty Cheng take a team of men, circle around to the street corner, and block their escape route."

"Not even a fly can be let out, and no one from the outside is allowed to come in."

"Yes, Brother Bei!"

Fiery Ming and Fatty Cheng quickly responded.

Lin Bei turned his head and looked at Sha Qiang and A Ji.

"Qiang, you and Ji lead a team and sneak through that alley on the side."

"Once we've finished fighting Little Tyrant's side, we'll attack when their formation is broken."

"Remember, the goal is to disrupt their formation, not to fight them to the death. There's no need to linger in battle."

Sha Qiang and the others nodded slightly, their eyes revealing excitement and nervousness.

However, Sha Qiang still asked a question that he felt he had to figure out.

"Brother Bei, is it enough to just chase them all away?"

Lin Bei shook his head and pointed with his finger at the little tyrant who was fighting fiercely in the alley below.

Little Tyrant was wielding a machete and fighting a chaotic battle with the remnants of the Number Gang.

Although he was not as agile and ruthless as Ah Ji, his fearless and valiant spirit made him stand out in the chaotic crowd.

"That kid is not bad. He has courage and skills. When he goes into battle, he knows how to lead from the front. He's not the kind of coward who just talks big."

"It's really a waste of his talent to put him in that quagmire of Hongtai."

Lin Bei spoke slowly, his tone carrying a hint of appreciation for talent.

"We'll extend an olive branch to him later."

"As long as he's willing to be with me, I'll let him manage the Women's Street, and he can be my territory."

"What I need is a fierce and capable general, not just a street."

Upon hearing this, Huo Baoming immediately became anxious and hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

"Brother Bei, this kid just betrayed Hong Tai."

"If he can betray Asshole, why wouldn't he betray us?"

"Can this kind of person still be trusted?"

Lin Bei smiled.

"He must have already contacted other major gangs before tonight's operation, and the transfer arrangements were probably even finalized long ago."

"He dared to be so bold today not because of impulsiveness, but because he had prepared a pledge of loyalty for himself, which made him so fearless."

He paused, flicked his cigarette ash, and turned his gaze back to the little tyrant fighting a bloody battle on the battlefield below, before continuing.

"But what if he suffers heavy losses now and loses the territory of Ladies' Street?"

"Do you think the gang that made the deal with him still wants this sick tiger?"

"No one in this business is stupid; they're all very shrewd and never do anything that doesn't make them money."

"A tiger without claws and territory is not even as good as a wildcat in his eyes."

His words made his confidants present realize the truth.

Lin Bei's move was not simply taking advantage of someone's misfortune, but a fatal blow that cut off their lifeline.

First, cut off his escape route, leaving him with no way out; then give him a way to survive, making him grateful.

This is the true art of controlling people: killing someone by destroying their spirit.

"Yes, Brother Bei, I know what to do!"

Sha Qiang understood, and a sly smile appeared on his lips.

He then called to the others and quickly went downstairs. The sound of their footsteps gradually faded away in the stairwell and soon disappeared into the night.

……

On the battlefield below, Little Tyrant was having a great time hacking and slashing.

A shallow knife wound had appeared on his forehead at some point, and blood was flowing down his cheek, staining half of his face crimson. But he was oblivious to it, and instead became even more excited by the pain and the thrill of killing.

Huang Mao Aji had already led a few of his confidants to break through the encirclement and escape in the chaos. The remaining gang members were leaderless and ran around like a swarm of headless flies.

Little Tyrant vented all the resentment he had accumulated over the years in Hongtai, his anger towards Uncle Mei, his hatred for the Crown Prince, and his indignation at the injustice of fate, on these poor Number Gang underlings.

Every slash was powerful and swift, every kick was delivered with all one's might, as if making a clean break with the past.

"Hahaha!"

The Little Tyrant raised his sword, looked up at the sky, and laughed wildly. His laughter echoed in the empty women's street, carrying a hint of wildness, a hint of sorrow, and a hint of exhilarating triumph.

"From now on, this street will be the first step for me, Little Tyrant, to start a new life!"

"From this day forward, I will no longer be a pawn in someone else's game; I will be the one playing the game..."

Before he could finish speaking, the laughter stopped abruptly.

A sudden sound came from the side, like a bucket of ice water being poured over a raging fire.

"Thank you so much. You cleared away all the troublesome fish for us, saving us the trouble of doing it ourselves."

Sha Qiang led over a hundred elite Hung Hing soldiers, launching a simultaneous attack from both sides of the dark alleyways.

The footsteps were orderly and heavy, instantly trapping Little Tyrant's exhausted underlings in the middle, like hunting a group of trapped beasts.

Hung Hing was composed entirely of strong, muscular men, each with fierce eyes, clearly seasoned veterans honed through long-term combat experience—a stark contrast to the ragtag army under Little Tyrant.

The little tyrant's expression changed drastically, and the muscles on his face twitched violently a few times.

Just as he was about to call on his brothers to fight them to the death, he saw another group of people coming from the direction of the street corner, a dark mass blocking all escape routes.

"I advise you to save your energy and not make your brothers sacrifice themselves unnecessarily."

Huo Baoming, with a smirk on his face, strolled over with a leisurely gait, his aloof and ruthless demeanor infuriating to behold.

"Your men have fought two tough battles in a row. They just finished fighting Zhengxing and then fought with Aji's gang. Now they are all exhausted and can't breathe."

"You want them to play a third game?"

"Ask them if they still have the strength to hold a knife?"

He stopped a dozen steps away from the Little Tyrant and spread his hands.

"Besides, open your eyes and take a good look."

"We outnumber you by more than double, and every single one of you is fresh and ready to go."

Do you think your brothers can hold on?

"Or do you think that sacrificing human lives to fight a battle that is destined to be lost is what a qualified leader should do?"

"Who exactly are you people?"

The little tyrant's face was so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water, and his voice was squeezed out from between his tightly clenched teeth.

"We are Hung Hing, disciples of the Mong Kok Knife King North."

"You've probably heard of this name before."

When Huo Bao introduced his name in Ming Pao, his tone was filled with a sense of self-righteous pride.

Sha Qiang, standing to the side, chuckled and chimed in, also following Lin Bei's bad example.

"Stop it, you little tyrant."

"The outside world is full of Liu... ptooey, the outside world is full of hooligans, you can't escape no matter where you run."

"Surrender obediently, it's better for everyone."

In such a tense standoff, he still had the mind to talk back, almost making the little tyrant choke on his breath.

This guy has been around Lin Bei for a long time, and he's even started to become glib and slick in his speech.