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The red-haired henchman took a step back, cautiously walked to the Little Tyrant's side, and asked in a low voice.

"Boss, what should we do?"

"Many of my brothers are injured, and they haven't even had time to apply medicine. We really can't fight anymore..."

Little Tyrant did not answer immediately.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings like a hawk's, before looking at the group of brothers who had followed him for many years behind him.

What he saw were faces filled with panic and exhaustion.

Every face looked as if it had been drained of its last bit of strength.

The brothers gripped their knives, panting, the blades still dripping with sticky blood. But the excitement they had shown when charging into battle was gone from their eyes; all that remained was a gloomy despair, like extinguished embers.

Many people had injuries, some with blood seeping from their arms, and blood dripping down their fingers.

Some of them limped, grimacing with every step they took.

Some could barely stand by leaning against the wall, panting heavily.

Little Tyrant knows better than anyone else.

If we were to fight head-on against Hung Hing's well-rested and revitalized forces now, there would only be one outcome: total annihilation and utter failure.

The team he painstakingly built up will be wiped out here tonight.

He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes tightly, paused for a few seconds, and then suddenly opened them, as if he had made an extremely difficult but unavoidable decision.

"I...I'm willing to stop!"

"But you must spare my brothers!"

"Not a single person can be left behind!"

"If you dare cause them any trouble, I, Little Tyrant, will haunt you even in death!"

Sha Qiang, standing opposite, was taken aback upon hearing this and glanced at Xiao Bawang in surprise.

At this critical juncture, most normal people would be thinking about how to escape and save their lives.

This kid is something else; the first person he thought of was his men, not himself.

Sha Qiang couldn't help but feel a bit of respect for this desperate criminal.

He dropped his playful expression, straightened his posture, and his tone became serious.

"Don't worry, we're not executioners or serial killers. Why would we go back on our word or break our promises?"

"Besides, everyone's out here to make money, not to make enemies."

"Put down your knives, and let's consider tonight's events over."

He paused, stepped forward, and his tone became even more sincere.

"Furthermore... as long as you are willing to surrender, Hung Hing can accept your defection."

"We've heard about your reputation as a little tyrant. To be honest, it's a real waste to bury someone as talented as you in that lousy place, Hongtai."

"Our Brother Bei really admires you."

Little Tyrant was stunned.

His expression changed several times in just a few seconds.

First came shock, then doubt, and finally a complex expression of disbelief.

Is there such a good thing?

When you think you've reached the end of the road, a new path opens up before you.

You know, if he could switch sides to Hung Hing, he definitely wouldn't want to switch sides to Tung Sing.

What kind of background does Tung Sing have? Anyone in the underworld knows that.

They started out selling flour, and countless people under their wing have gotten involved with that stuff.

Once he switched to Tung Sing, he would have to live a life of constant fear, always worried that he might be invited in for a chat by the police, and he wouldn't even be able to get a good night's sleep.

His voice carried a sense of relief and liberation.

"OK!"

"As long as you don't make things difficult for my brothers, I, Little Tyrant, am willing to switch sides with Hung Hing!"

"I swear, from today onwards, I, Little Tyrant, am Brother Bei's man, utterly loyal and without any disloyalty!"

Upon hearing this, his underlings all showed expressions of joy at surviving a disaster.

Some people breathed a sigh of relief, while others even had tears in their eyes.

They follow Little Tyrant just for a stable job, don't they?

Nobody wants to be hacked to death in the street tonight, or beaten into a cripple with missing limbs, spending the rest of their life begging on the streets.

Being alive is better than anything else.

And so, Little Tyrant was officially brought under Lin Bei's command.

Dao Wangbei's territory has quietly expanded another area.

......

Meanwhile, on the other side of Mong Kok, in the battleground of Soy Street, the situation had completely turned in one direction.

Even if Wei Jixiang and Bao Rong were combined, they would be no match for Wang Bao.

The two were driven back by Wang Bao's men, like two wild dogs cornered against a wall, struggling desperately but powerless to fight back.

"Grass!"

"Did Wang Bao grow up eating Fertilizer?"

"That powerful?"

As Bao Rong defended himself, he cursed and swore, his face twitching with bulging muscles.

"Brother Leopard, stop complaining. When are Uncle Xiang's men arriving?"

Wei Jixiang struggled to fend off Wang Bao's attacks, his grip on the knife almost giving way. He quickly asked Bao Rong for help.

"How would I know?"

"I'm not the boss!"

"Damn it, when I get back, I'll definitely make that bastard Fei Xiang pay!"

Bao Rong snorted coldly and started spewing trash talk.

He shouted at Wang Bao as he hit him.

"Wang Bao, we're all out here trying to make money, why are we risking our lives like this?"

"And... you just led your men into battle without warning. Does that mean your Number Gang can disregard the rules of the underworld?"

Wang Bao kicked Bao Rong away, raised his machete and pointed it directly at him, the tip of the blade almost piercing Bao Rong's nose.

"You motherfucker, you dare ask me that?"

"If you hadn't sent people to raid Zhengxing's Women's Street, and even brought people to my territory to provoke me, would I be spending the night with a bunch of losers like you?"

Upon hearing this, both Bao Rong and Wei Jixiang were stunned.

what's going on?

Is there any action planned for tonight?

Why didn't Uncle Mei, the leader, inform them?

Bao Rong's face darkened. He subconsciously thought that Uncle Mei was using him as a shield.

Let him draw fire here, and all the benefits will go to Fei Xiang and his gang.

"Grass!"

"That leader is so disloyal! He made me draw fire here while Fei Xiang and his gang reaped the benefits?"

He looked up and spoke to Wang Bao.

"Wang Bao, I have absolutely no knowledge of tonight's operation."

"I brought my underlings here solely because you crossed the line."

"As for whether Wei Jixiang is like me, I have no idea!"

Wang Bao raised an eyebrow and looked at Wei Jixiang with a puzzled expression.

When Wei Jixiang was glared at by Wang Bao's copper bell-like eyes, he felt a chill run down his spine and the hairs on the back of his head stood on end.

"Wang Bao!"

"Like Brother Leopard, I was just trying to defend my territory, and I didn't participate in the turf grab tonight..."

Although Wang Bao didn't completely believe what the two men said, judging from their tone and expressions, they didn't seem to be lying.

He has seen countless people, so he has a good eye for people.

"Hmph, since that's the case, then you and your men get out of Soy Street."

"Regardless of whether your boss was behind tonight's turf grab or not, this street belongs to Wang Bao from now on!"