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Ma Jun and A Le hid behind cement blocks by the roadside, armed only with pistols. With such a disparity in firepower, they could only manage to block Wang Bao's path and buy him time.

Meanwhile, Chen Guozhong and his officers quickly took control of the scene, arresting all those who were resisting inside and outside the warehouse. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Wei Jixiang readily surrendered.

He knew in his heart that it wasn't worth risking his life for the sake of Piyanmei and his son; surrendering was the wisest choice.

Chen Guozhong looked at the prisoners who had been subdued and then turned to Hua Ge beside him and gave him instructions.

"Brother Hua, you take the team and bring all these people back to the police station for thorough interrogation. I'll take the rest of the brothers to support Ma Jun and his men in dealing with Wang Bao!"

Brother Hua nodded solemnly, his face full of worry as he gave his instructions.

"You need to be careful. Wang Bao is now at his wit's end and will definitely launch a desperate and frantic counterattack."

Chen Guozhong smiled and patted his arm, his eyes firm. He then turned and called over a dozen soldiers and policemen to rush to the battlefield where Wang Bao was.

On a small hill about two or three hundred meters away from the battlefield, Lin Bei and Liang Kun were quietly observing everything with binoculars, waiting to reap the benefits.

Looking down at the chaotic battlefield, Liang Kun couldn't help but sigh to Lin Bei beside him, his tone full of admiration.

"Brother, that was a really ruthless and meticulous move!"

"First, they secretly instigated conflict between Hong Tai and the Number Gang, causing them to weaken each other. Then, they restrained Wang Bao at the bar and took the opportunity to raid his hideout and warehouse."

"Finally, the police will be called in to clean up the mess and resolve all the trouble."

"Tsk tsk tsk, meticulous planning, every move is intricately linked. Being your opponent is like dying without even knowing how!"

Lin Bei put down his binoculars, glanced at Liang Kun indifferently, and spoke calmly.

"Hmph, I'm doing all this for the benefit of Hung Hing, for the future of my brother and me."

"I'll go back to Mong Kok first and keep an eye on Ming and Yiu Man to clean up the mess and take over the new territory."

"After tonight, Sneaker Street and Changsha Street will be completely ours!"

After he finished speaking, he didn't linger any longer. He called over Fatty Cheng, who was waiting nearby, and then got into his car and left.

Liang Kun looked in the direction Lin Bei had left, a satisfied and smug smile appearing on his lips.

"As expected of my younger brother, his elaborate schemes are like a sow wearing a bra, one after another, leaving no room for error."

At this moment, Sha Qiang walked over with a grin, his eyes full of anticipation, and tentatively opened his mouth.

"Brother Kun, Wang Bao is completely finished this time. He's been severely damaged and will never be able to recover."

"What should we do with the two extra streets, Sneaker Street and Changsha Street?"

Liang Kun's expression turned slightly cold, and he immediately snorted coldly, his tone indifferent.

"What? Isn't the business on Nathan Road enough for you to make?"

Sha Qiang quickly scratched his head, looking embarrassed, and hurriedly explained.

"Definitely not, Brother Kun."

"Look at me, I'm not young anymore. I've been with you for so many years, and I want to take this opportunity to try and get promoted, work hard, and strive for a good position..."

Liang Kun looked at him, patted Sha Qiang on the shoulder earnestly, and spoke in a deep tone.

"Ah Qiang, you've been with me for seven or eight years. You've always been number four in the gang. I've always seen your loyalty."

"But why don't you understand what it really means to rise to a higher position in a gang?"

"Your boss is now the hall master, while Ah Bei is just a blank slate and hasn't officially taken over yet."

"Once he's firmly established himself as the new leader, you'll naturally become the new 'red stick' (a high-ranking official), and your future won't be bad."

"In the gang, the most important thing is to make money and stay safe. As for rank or power..."

As he spoke, he picked up the binoculars again, looked down at the battlefield, and added indifferently.

"Having a reliable backer is enough. Don't be too ambitious, or you'll easily stumble."

In fact, Liang Kun had been watching closely since his release from prison. Although Sha Qiang was loyal to his brothers, as their business grew bigger and their power increased, Sha Qiang gradually became restless and eager to take over.

He decided to take this opportunity to give Sha Qiang a warning, lest the guy become too eager for quick success and get too arrogant, which would ultimately ruin everything.

……

On the battlefield outside the New Territories warehouse, Wang Bao's gunmen had suffered heavy casualties under the Flying Tigers' overwhelming firepower, leaving only a handful remaining and completely cornered.

Holding a megaphone, Chen Guozhong shouted loudly at Wang Bao, who was hiding behind the car, urging him to surrender.

"Wang Bao, lay down your weapons and surrender immediately!"

"You are completely surrounded, with no way to escape. Otherwise, the Flying Tigers will launch a direct assault, and you will all die!"

Wang Bao sneered, his face full of arrogance, still refusing to yield.

"Chan Kwok-chung, ever since I came to Mong Kok, you've been challenging me!"

"This fight lasted a full seven years! Seven years!"

"Even if it's a woman, you're still annoying me!"

Why do you always keep harping on me?

But before he could finish speaking, the sound of guns being cocked came from behind him, and the remaining gunmen pressed their guns against his back.

"You! You dare betray me?"

Wang Bao was both shocked and furious. He turned to look at his subordinates, his face full of disbelief.

The remaining gunmen had long lost their will to fight and knew that there was no way to turn the tide.

Although Wang Bao offered a high salary of 10,000 yuan a month, it wasn't worth risking your life for him here for money; it simply wasn't worth it.

Why risk your life for a mere ten thousand yuan a month?

……

Meanwhile, on Cheung Sha Street in Mong Kok.

Leopard Wing and Ah Pei, leading Hung Hing's men, encountered the remnants of the Number Gang led by Yellow Hair Ah Chik. Enemies meeting again, their eyes blazed with hatred. Without a word, they immediately engaged in a chaotic battle, with shouts of killing and sounds of fighting rising and falling, turning the entire street into a complete mess in an instant.

Lin Bei arrived at the scene by car and successfully met up with Huo Baoming, Yaowen and others.

Upon seeing Lin Bei, Huo Baoming immediately stepped forward, his face full of eagerness as he inquired.

"Brother Bei, when do you think we should make our move?"

"The two sides are evenly matched right now, but Huang Mao Aji's group is more ruthless!"

Lin Bei's eyes were icy as he pointed directly at Huang Mao Aji, who was caught in the chaos, and gave the order in a harsh tone.

"Take all your brothers and charge forward immediately! Scatter the Number Gang members with all your might! Show no mercy! Chop Yellow Hair Ah Ji into nine pieces to prevent future trouble!"

Yaowen and Huobaoming exchanged a glance, both seeing the excited fighting spirit in each other's eyes, and responded in unison with a stern voice.

"Yes, Brother Bei!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two men turned around and, leading the Hung Hing brothers, charged into the chaotic crowd like tigers descending a mountain, launching a fierce attack on the Number Gang's forces.