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The number gang members were locked in a fierce battle with Hong Tai's men, the clanging of machetes and shouts mingling as they charged back and forth through the narrow street.

Just then, Fiery Ming and Yao Wen led more than a hundred Hung Hing thugs out of the side alley and cleaved the already loose formation of the Number Gang in two.

"Blanch! Where did this piece of trash come from?"

"Dare to mess with our Number Gang members? Don't you want to live?"

Ah-Jack cleaved one of Hung Tai's underlings in two with a single blow. Turning around, he saw Hung Hing's men suddenly appear and his eyes turned red with rage. He pointed at Fiery Ming and Yiu-Man and cursed them.

Huo Baoming wielded his twin swords with ferocious speed, the blades flashing as he slashed at the Number Gang members amidst his profanities.

"Hmph, you idiot, do you really think your number-sharing service is all that great?"

"We, Hung Hing, are here to take down your Number Gang today!"

Huang Mao was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode. He immediately wanted to turn around and chop up this foul-mouthed guy, but as soon as he took a step, Bao Rong and Apei blocked his way from the front and back.

"Trying to leave? Too late!"

"Tonight, it'll be perfect time to get revenge for last time!"

Apei snorted coldly, wielding his machete with incredible speed and precision, each strike aimed at Aji's vital points.

Ah Ji was seething with anger.

In a one-on-one fight, neither of them combined could beat him.

But now it's a chaotic battle, and he has to be wary of cold blades coming from behind him from who knows where, and also deal with these two annoying guys in front of him, so he can't really move freely.

He couldn't help but recall the last time Wang Bao was by his side. If his own boss had been there to help him out, they wouldn't be in such a passive position tonight.

Just as Ah Ji was about to give up, the henchmen of the Number Gang were completely overwhelmed.

Fiery Ming and Yaowen led their men in a rampage, breaking through the entire defenses of the Number Gang. The remaining members either fled in panic or collapsed on the ground, groaning in pain.

In the blink of an eye, only Ah Ji and a few of his trusted confidants remained on the field, struggling to hold on.

Seeing that defeat was inevitable and that continuing to fight would only lead to his death, Ah Ji had already decided to run away.

He suddenly exerted his strength and unleashed a desperate horizontal slash at Apei, the blade grazing Apei's neck. This forced Apei to retreat and parry instead of fighting back.

Seeing an opportunity, Bao Rong pounced from the side and slashed Aji hard in the back with his knife.

"Ugh!"

A sharp pain instantly swept through his entire body, and Ah-Ji grimaced in agony as his clothes on the back were instantly soaked with blood.

He gritted his teeth and kicked Bao Rong hard in the stomach, using the recoil to retreat rapidly. He turned around and tried to rush into the dark alley behind him.

But he had only taken two steps when Yaowen rushed in from the side, his cleaver whistling through the air as he slashed down with all his might.

Ah-Ji didn't have time to dodge and instinctively raised his left hand to block.

puff!

After a muffled thud, a bloody severed hand slammed heavily onto the asphalt road, its knuckles still twitching slightly.

"You bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

Ah-Ji screamed in excruciating pain, his face turning deathly pale, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

He clutched his severed wrist, which was still bleeding profusely, and staggered back a few steps.

Seeing that he was full of openings, Huo Baoming immediately lunged forward and kicked him hard in the chest.

Ah Ji fell heavily to the ground like a tattered sack, struggling a few times but unable to get up.

Upon seeing this, Bao Rong and Apei immediately led Hong Tai's men over, intending to take the opportunity to finish off Aji.

"Stop right there!"

Yaowen strode in front of Aji, stood with his sword drawn, and swept his fierce eyes over Hongtai's men.

"I do things for the club!"

"Anyone who dares to come near, I'll chop them down!"

Bao Rong spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and pointed at Yao Wen, then started hurling insults.

"Who the hell are you trying to scare?"

"When I was out there making my own way in the world, you were still playing in the mud at the village entrance!"

"Brothers, stop wasting time talking to this kid, cut down these Hung Hing bastards, and take over Changsha Street!"

Huo Baoming sneered, raised his machete high, and his voice was so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire street.

"Listen up, Hongtai men!"

"Starting tonight, Changsha Street and Sneaker Street are Hung Hing's territory!"

"If you dare, come and try! I guarantee I'll beat you all into Chaoshan beef balls!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a hundred Hung Hing thugs behind him responded in unison, their shouts of killing making the windows on the street rattle.

That fearless aura intimidated Hong Tai's henchmen, causing them to unconsciously take a step back, their grip on their knives becoming shaky.

On the rooftop of an old building facing Changsha Street, Lin Bei, with a cigar in his mouth, looked down at everything below and slowly nodded.

"Not bad, Ah Ming and Yao Wen have finally started eating brains."

He exhaled a smoke ring, which slowly dissipated into the night.

"If gangsters only know how to fight and kill, they'll never amount to anything in their lives."

"Hongtai's men have been at it for most of the night with the Number Gang, and they're exhausted. If they really fight it out, their own territory will be taken advantage of."

Downstairs, in Hong Tai's camp, Apei turned to look at his pale-faced, demoralized underlings and knew in his heart that the battle was over.

He moved closer to Bao Rong and whispered.

"We were never confident of defeating Hung Hing in the first place, and a head-on fight now would only increase casualties."

"The Dragon Head hasn't sent Wei Jixiang or the Crown Prince's men yet. We shouldn't waste our time here and get nothing in return, only to lose our own brothers for nothing."

Upon hearing this, Bao Rong's expression changed, but he ultimately nodded slightly.

He raised his head, still maintaining his arrogant demeanor, and cursed at Huo Baoming and Yaowen.

"Damn it!"

"You're lucky tonight, I'll let you off the hook this time!"

"You little rascal, you better watch out on the road from now on, or you'll fall into my hands!"

After saying that, he flung his hand away and led Hong Tai's henchmen to retreat towards the street.

As Hongtai's men slunk away, Hongxing's side erupted in laughter and boos.

"Tch, those cowards Hong Tai, all they're good for is their mouths, everything else about them is soft!"

"Exactly, I was originally planning to take down two of Hongtai's henchmen and see if I could get promoted to a regular 49 tomorrow, but I was so easily scared."

"Great! From now on, Changsha Street and Sneaker Street are our territory!"

Huo Baoming grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and patted Yaowen on the shoulder with a smile.

"I never thought I, Fiery Ming, would have such a powerful day. One sentence from me scared away an entire gang!"

Yaowen shook his head, his tone filled with longing.

"They're just a bunch of idiots from Hongtai."

"If one day I could be like Brother Bei, making two top-tier gangs obediently leave with just a word, that would be true power."

When he spoke of Lin Bei, his eyes were filled with undisguised admiration.

Huo Baoming laughed and patted him on the shoulder again.

"If the two of us could achieve even a third of what Brother Bei has accomplished in our lives, we'd be incredibly lucky. Do you really want to be like him?"

"Come on, I'll treat you to drinks and a massage tonight, then go to bed early, and you'll dream about all sorts of things."

Yaowen shook off his hand and glared at him.

"A person should have dreams, otherwise what's the difference between them and a salted fish?"

Just as the two were bickering, Lin Bei came downstairs, still holding the half-smoked cigar in his hand.

"Brother Bei!"

Huo Baoming and Yaowen immediately stopped their playful banter and bowed their heads to greet each other.

More than a hundred Hung Hing thugs around them bowed in unison, their voices so clear and distinct that the ground seemed to tremble.

Huo Baoming spoke first, his tone full of excitement.

"Brother Bei! We've driven away Hong Tai and the Number Gang. Now, isn't it the perfect time to take over these two streets?"

Lin Bei exhaled a smoke ring, his gaze sweeping over the wounded lying on the ground, his tone calm.

"First, send all our brothers to the hospital. Make sure they don't miss out on their medicine and bonuses; distribute them tonight."

"Also... just call the ambulance for Hong Tai and the number gang, so they don't die in the street and affect the city's appearance."

He paused, then continued.

"Ah Ming, from now on Changsha Street is your responsibility. You will take over all of Wang Bao's former territory."

"Yaowen, Sneaker Street is yours from now on. You'll be in charge of all the counterfeit goods business there."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Bei turned and left without looking at anyone else, his cigar still between his fingers.

Yaowen and Huobaoming exchanged a glance, their excitement almost overflowing.

They all bowed deeply to Lin Bei's retreating figure, their voices filled with barely concealed excitement.

"Thank you, Brother Bei!"