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Gandhi's expression slowly darkened, and his stiff face twitched at the corners of his mouth, revealing a cold and piercing sarcasm.

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed on Han Chen opposite him, his tone full of mockery and incomprehension.

"Han Chen, are you fucking insane?"

"Now you have no territory, no people, you're just a stray dog."

"What makes you think you can talk to me about cooperation?"

Han Chen shook his head gently, his face showing no anger, his expression calm and serious, but deep in his eyes was a layer of gloom that was hard for others to detect.

"In the past two days, I have privately recruited dozens of professional gunmen, all of whom are tough guys who dare to fight and kill."

"As for weapons, rifles and cannons, I obtained them all safely through special overseas channels."

"I'm asking you to cooperate now not because I can't handle the situation, but because I can't handle so much territory and business by myself."

"That's why I came here specifically to invite you to join me in sharing this piece of the pie."

Han Chen paused, then pointed to a stack of photos lying next to Gandhi.

"As for why I didn't look for someone else..."

"Because I look down on them."

Upon hearing this, Gandhi was stunned for a moment, then threw his head back and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Funny! Absolutely funny!"

"Just a few days ago, they were being chased around by the Ni family, living like stray dogs. Now they dare to speak so arrogantly and play the role of a triumphant return."

He slowly wiped the smile from his face, his tone turning icy.

"I can cooperate with you."

"I must personally eliminate Guohua, Heigui, and Wenzheng, and all the territories under their names will belong to me."

"As for the Ni family, I can cooperate with you to bring down Ni Yongxiao."

"But whether you can swallow this behemoth, the Ni family, depends on whether your appetite and ability are big enough!"

A chilling killing intent flashed across Han Chen's dark eyes, but it was quickly masked by a gentle smile. His face still wore that harmless smile, showing no trace of malice.

"Okay, we'll do everything according to Gandhi's plan."

"My plan is simple: tonight, you will invite the three bosses to the hot pot restaurant for a hot pot meal."

"After that, I sent men to infiltrate the store and take the opportunity to kill them all."

"If you host the dinner in your name, they won't be too suspicious; it's the safest way."

Gandhi let out a cold snort, seeing right through Han Chen's thoughts.

"I know what you're up to."

"In their eyes, I'm stupid, soft-hearted, and easy to bully, right?"

Han Chen slowly shook his head, softening his tone as he deliberately tried to soothe the other person.

"no."

"It is precisely because you, Brother Gandhi, value loyalty and righteousness that they dare to gang up on you and embezzle your money in secret."

Gandhi waved his hand impatiently, too lazy to listen to such hypocritical flattery.

"Stop flattering me, just do things your way."

"I'll have my men on standby. As soon as the first shot is fired tonight, those three territories will be mine."

Han Chen nodded slightly, slowly stood up, and extended his right hand toward Gandhi.

"no problem."

"May our plan go perfectly."

The two held hands tightly, seemingly having reached a consensus, and the atmosphere appeared harmonious.

But only Han Chen himself knew how hypocritical this cooperation was.

He secretly vowed: Tonight, he would not only deal with Guohua, Heigui, and Wenzheng, but also get rid of Gandhi, that cuckolded fool.

Those who murdered their wives will all be buried at tonight's hot pot dinner.

......

The night was dark, and a chilly sea breeze blew through the piers of Hong Kong Island.

Dilu and Shaqiang, along with a group of newly recruited stowaways, arrived at the pre-arranged secret location on time.

The surrounding area was remote and desolate, with no pedestrians, and only dim streetlights illuminating the mottled ground.

Di Lu's expression was gloomy as he solemnly instructed the row of illegal immigrants standing in front of him.

"Once the transaction is complete, take your weapons, put on your hoods, and stay in the car obediently. Do not get out of the car without permission."

"good!"

Ye Guohuan, the leader of the illegal immigrants, nodded slowly in response, his face expressionless.

He was burly, with a fierce and wild look in his eyes and brows, unique to the lower class of refugees, and exuded a ruthless energy that seemed to have no regard for his own life.

Initially, Ye Guohuan had no intention of working for drug dealers; the business was fraught with danger, and a slight misstep could lead to certain death.

However, the reward offered by Han Chen was too tempting, and no one could refuse it.

If they can help him pull off this job tonight, the whole team will get one million Hong Kong dollars.

One million is enough to change the fate of a group of people in this era.

Even if it's split equally among more than twenty people, each person can still get more than HK$40,000, and they can also get half of the deposit first.

With this money, they could return to their hometown, build a new house, get married, have children, and live a peaceful life for the rest of their days.

Under the repeated persuasion of Dilu and Shaqiang, the desperate illegal immigrants were completely swayed.

The group drove two old Toyota Hiace vehicles discreetly all the way to Kwai Tsing Pier.

Twenty minutes later, the sea breeze at the dock became increasingly fierce, carrying with it the salty smell of the sea.

Sha Qiang, Di Lu, and Ye Guohuan each carried two heavy, large black suitcases and walked steadily out from the shadows of the dock.

The box was heavy, making the three men's arms ache slightly; inside were cold, hard firearms.

Dilu glanced at the stowaways in front of him and asked bluntly, his tone stiff.

"Ye Guohuan, do all your men know how to use a gun?"

"Also, how are their physical conditions?"

Ye Guohuan nodded calmly, pointed to the group of brothers waiting in the car, and looked very confident.

"We used to go hunting in the mountains all year round in our hometown. This thing is used in a similar way to a hunting rifle. It's easy to use and not difficult at all."

"As for physical fitness?"

He scoffed, his eyes filled with indifference.

"We dare to hunt even tigers in the deep mountains, let alone humans."

Standing to the side, Sha Qiang lowered his voice and muttered something under his breath, his face full of disgust.

"This guy's such a show-off, daring to kill a tiger?"

Why not just say you fought a war with foreigners?

Dilu frowned suddenly, giving Sha Qiang a cold glance with a clear warning in his eyes.

Sha Qiang immediately fell silent, shrank his neck, and dared not utter another word.

"OK."

Dilu withdrew his gaze, and without any further words, decisively arranged the action.

"Since you already have a foundation, I won't teach you any more."

"It's 11 o'clock now. In half an hour, drive to the hot pot restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui and lie in ambush."

"As soon as I give the order, get out of the car and wipe out everyone in the hot pot restaurant."

"After you've taken care of things, come find me at Tuen Mun Pier."

"I'll prepare cash and a smuggling boat for you. Once we've done it, we'll fly away and no one will be able to trace it back to you."