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His words were firm and resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

"No!"

"Soy Street is my territory. If you want to fight, go fight Dundas Street!"

When Bao Rong said this, even Wei Jixiang was startled.

Good grief, you insist on protecting your territory, but the headquarters can just give it up like that?

Isn't this pushing the headquarters into a fire pit?

Wang Bao sneered and slowly walked over, each step feeling like he was stepping on Bao Rong's heart.

"Since you don't know what's good for you, then I'll just kill you with one blow!"

Upon hearing this, Bao Rong's legs went weak, and without saying a word, he prepared to run away.

Just then, Huang Mao Aji and several of his henchmen came running from the street, stumbling and crawling.

The group of people were covered in blood and looked disheveled, as if they had just crawled out of a pile of corpses.

"Master Bao! We've fallen for their trap!"

"We were ambushed by Hong Tai on Women's Street. Out of dozens of brothers, only a few of us escaped!"

Wang Bao's pupils suddenly contracted.

What's going on?

Are there more experts?

"Damn it, you two idiots still say you didn't know anything?"

"Oh? So it was Butt-Eyebrow who sent you two bastards to hold me back while he led the main force to raid Women's Street."

"Heh, since that's the case, then let's go all out and cause a ruckus!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Mao Aji and the others behind him immediately chimed in, their eyes turning red as they stared at Bao Rong and Wei Jixiang like hungry wolves.

They had a really tough time tonight; not only were they ambushed, but they almost lost their lives.

Of the dozens of brothers, only these few remain.

Now that they've come here to take advantage of the situation, they naturally won't hold back.

"Die!"

Huang Mao Aji rushed to the front, dagger in hand, and charged straight at Bao Rong.

He moved as fast as lightning, the blade gleaming coldly in the dim light.

Bao Rong cursed loudly and took off running, his short legs moving incredibly fast.

"You son of a bitch, am I supposed to greet your production workshop or seal it off?"

"Why are you chasing after me and trying to kill me?"

Huang Mao Aji was so angry from being scolded that he felt like his lungs were about to explode. His face turned red and the veins on his neck bulged.

"You bastard, don't run away, let me bleed you dry!"

Leopard Rong casually shoved one of his underlings to block the blond-haired Ah Ji, then, without stopping, sneered without turning his head.

"A turtle is one that doesn't move."

"I'm your father, not a turtle!"

With bloodshot eyes, Huang Mao Aji roared and, consumed by rage, threw the dagger in his hand at Bao Rong's retreating figure.

"what!"

A scream pierced the night sky.

One of Hong Tai's underlings had a dagger pierce his throat, blood gushing out, and he fell straight down like a log.

Bao Rong was so frightened he almost lost his soul; his face was as white as paper.

"Grass!"

"Sarilang! Sarilang!"

"That blond-haired guy from the Number Gang, Sarilang!"

He ran while shouting at the top of his lungs, his voice distorted.

When Wei Jixiang and Wang Bao saw this clown chasing after Huang Mao Aji in such a comical scene, their lips twitched slightly.

But Wei Jixiang quickly came to his senses; now was not the time to be in a daze.

Since Bao Rong has already run away, what am I still doing here?

Are we just waiting to die?

He planned that once he returned to the main hall, he would report the matter in detail, shifting all the blame to Bao Rong, so as to lessen his own guilt for deserting the battlefield.

Just do it.

He picked up a watermelon knife from the ground and threw it hard at Wang Bao.

Wang Bao sensed a danger, and his instincts honed from years of living on the edge made him quickly dodge to the side.

"You..."

When he turned around, Wei Jixiang was nowhere to be seen.

It was completely empty; there wasn't even a shadow in sight.

"Damn, is this even true?"

"I just turned my head, and that bastard in front of me vanished without a trace?"

Wang Bao was so angry that his fat body trembled, and all his fat quivered.

He took several deep breaths before he could barely suppress his anger.

Who is he?

The mighty Number Gang, a powerful force in the industry, was repeatedly outmaneuvered by these two petty scoundrels.

"Brothers, heed my command!"

"Whoever kills Bao Rong or Wei Jixiang will be rewarded with a golden ox worth 20!"

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

Wang Bao's pack of ravenous henchmen immediately abandoned their opponents and chased after Wei Jixiang and Bao Rong like a pack of hungry wolves.

Hongtai's people were also stunned.

They then realized that their boss had vanished without a trace, not even a glimpse of his back.

So they stopped chasing the number gang members and ran into the alleyway next door like startled rabbits, making a quick getaway.

For a moment, only the members of the Number Gang remained on the street, standing there in a daze.

......

The messy Women's Street has been cleaned up by the underlings.

The streets were spotless, even the bloodstains had been washed away, as if the fierce battle had never happened.

Led by Sha Qiang, Xiao Ba Wang arrived alone at the bar on Shanghai Street where Lin Bei was located.

This is an unassuming bar, not luxuriously decorated, but clean and tidy, with dim and soft lighting.

Lin Bei sat in a private room at the bar, legs crossed, holding a glass of Coca-Cola.

He recently decided to quit drinking, because every time he drinks he gets a hangover and then does something bad that he regrets.

When Xiao Bawang entered the private room and saw Lin Bei, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

So young.

He looked like a young master from a noble family, fair-skinned, with delicate features, and without a trace of the fierceness and roughness typical of people from the martial arts world.

It's hard to imagine that such a young man is actually "Knife King Bei," who has recently risen to fame in Mong Kok.

"Brother Bei, the person has been brought!"

Sha Qiang bowed respectfully and said.

Little Tyrant quickly lowered his head, adopting a very humble posture.

"Hello, Brother Bei!"

"I'm the Little Tyrant!"

Lin Bei nodded slightly, his tone indifferent.

"Please sit down."

"Okay, sure!"

Little Tyrant responded repeatedly, carefully sitting down next to Sha Qiang, his legs together, his back straight, as reserved as a primary school student being called to the teacher's office.

Lin Bei picked up his cola, took a sip, and spoke slowly.

"Your decision to switch sides with Hung Hing is a wise one."

"I have always been a person who appreciates talent."

"You need to understand that the martial arts world is never just about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and social interactions."

"If I take you under my wing, I will inevitably face pressure from the entire Hongtai gang."

"That's why I put you in charge of Women's Street; I'm giving you an opportunity."

"As long as Wang Bao or Hong Tai don't take over this street, you'll be in charge of it from now on!"

"If someone steals it from you, then you should just go home and find a job to make a living."