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Liang Kun didn't rush Dong Tianbao, but stayed with him until he was full.

"Boss, you've all hit a dead end. Who are we, you little mules? We're just gangsters."

Mr. Li, Mr. Dong, Mr. Han... they've just put on a white coat for themselves. Now, our Hung Hing's leader has no money, no manpower?

"They dared to trespass into the market to sell noodles, right? Catch them and beat them to a pulp. Who cares what Xiang Yan thinks?"

Dong Tianbao wiped his mouth and continued, "It's true I owe him a favor, but favors are favors, and interests are interests!"

Everyone was taken aback. Yes!

We're just dwarf mules! No matter how much we wash ourselves clean, we're still dwarf mules at our starting point. Even if we actually make it ashore, we'll just have the title "sir" added to our titles, and we'll just be wearing a white coat on top of that.

After lighting a cigarette, Dong Tianbao asked, "Fly, where's Su Long?"

Fly paused, startled. "Brother Bao, Su Long went to see the foreigner and Cai Yuanqi a couple of days ago, and then... he hasn't shown up since..."

Give me a day, and I'll find it!

"He saw the foreigner and Cai Yuanqi, and then never appeared again?" Dong Tianbao muttered to himself. "No need to look anymore, Su Long went downstairs to sell salted duck eggs."

"Your Highness, bring Duan Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui here!"

The prince was stunned. "Brother Bao, why arrest Duan Kun? He's just a little troublemaker. Do you mean... I should go myself?"

He seemed to have thought of something, and quickly got up and walked outside.

Dong Tianbao didn't stop him and let him leave. If he couldn't handle Prince Duan Kun, then he would have lived in vain.

After the Crown Prince left, everyone looked at Dong Tianbao with bewildered expressions.

The same goes for Long Meimei.

Only the fly wiped the sweat from its brow, inwardly cursing itself for being lazy and vowing never to hang out with Meng Bo again.

"Brother Bao, is this related to Duan Kun?" Da Fei was straightforward and asked whatever came to mind.

"Think about it, a guy who doesn't even have his own territory, leading a bunch of brainless young people..."

Do you think Duan Kun and his gang have the ability to thrive in Tsim Sha Tsui without being kicked out?

There must be someone behind this, trying to stir up trouble in Tsim Sha Tsui. That person is either Su Long or a foreigner, so we'll find out by having the Prince bring him back and question him.

After hearing Dong Tianbao's explanation, everyone nodded.

"Haha, I knew my little brother was smart!"

"It seems that Hung Hing has been too low-key this year. If we don't show our teeth, others will think we're a sick cat. We'll issue a notice to arrest all the 'fans' in all the venues, find out who led them, and then raid their venues."

"Those who take the blame will be given the highest level of treatment. After they come out, they will be promoted to a high-ranking position. Those who did not go to the seabed will go directly to the seabed after they come out, be promoted to a high-ranking position, and be assigned to manage the venue."

When Leung Kwan isn't obsessing over trivial matters, his intelligence is sometimes on point. With this arrangement, although the police will keep an eye on him, if it's handled well, the police will not only be unable to do anything to Hung Hing, but they will also have no excuse to cause trouble.

"Yes, Mr. Li!"

The passion that had been dormant in the hearts of the leaders for a year instantly boiled over.

All the people in charge responded and left their seats to pick up their mobile phones and make announcements.

Suddenly, Liang Kun felt that he could sit in the top position for another three years.

An hour later.

The crown prince walked in with a smile, followed by his men carrying Duan Kun, who was bruised, swollen, and unconscious.

He waved his hand, and his men threw Duan Kun to the ground. Then someone brought over a basin of cold water and splashed it directly on his face.

Duan Kun choked on a mouthful of water and coughed violently.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw everyone in the room staring at him.

"Your Highness, I'll beat you to death! If you have the guts, let me kick you with one hand and one foot! I'm not Duan Kun if I don't kill you!"

But the first thing he said was to curse the crown prince.

"Oh, you think you're so great again? Duan Kun, open your dog eyes and see where you are!" the Crown Prince said with a disdainful look.

Duan Kun shook his head violently, saw Liang Kun and the leaders of Hung Hing, and swallowed hard.

"Mr. Li, esteemed gentlemen, I, Duan Kun, have not offended any of you in Hung Hing. If I had, a mere subordinate would have sufficed; why trouble the Crown Prince himself?"

"Tsim Sha Tsui, Duan Kun," Dong Tianbao exhaled a smoke ring, his tone carrying an air of authority, "Su Long promised you several blocks, and you're willing to risk your life for him like this?"

Duan Kun's body stiffened briefly, then he slowly moved, looking in the direction of the voice. When a handsome figure came into view, his body trembled inexplicably: "Baby...Master Bao...you're here too..."

"I really didn't do the selling of goods at Hung Hing's establishment. Who is Su Long?"

"Snapped!"

The prince slapped Duan Kun across the face, and half of Duan Kun's face visibly swelled up.

Did I mention selling goods at the venue?

"I'll ask you one more time, Su Long promised you several streets, is it worth you risking your life for him? Think it through before you speak!" Dong Tianbao smiled, took out a cigarette, and Wu Fei behind him quickly lit it for him.

Duan Kun's eyes widened in panic, then he gritted his teeth and said, "No, I have nothing to do with Su Long, and I don't know him..."

"Xinji has long since lost its supply of goods, Xiang Yan has switched to investing in movies, and the Ni family is now in the international logistics business."

(As mentioned before, Ni Yongxiao gets his goods from Dong Tianbao and then uses his own transportation channels to ship them to various parts of Southeast Asia for sale.)

"The Number Gang, Tung Hing, and the Big Boss have all changed careers, so you mean... Hung Hing is selling themselves? We've all misunderstood you!"

When Liang Kun's deep, hoarse voice rang out, Duan Kun felt completely numb.

He opened his mouth several times, but no sound came out.

"Fly, send him to sell salted duck eggs with Su Long." Dong Tianbao pronounced Duan Kun's death sentence like a judge.

"Okay!"

Fly responded and stepped out from behind Dong Tianbao. "Duan Kun, right? I'm a very merciful person; all deaths are painless."

"Aerial acrobatics, falling objects, dump trucks crushing people, cremation at crematoriums, oil drums filled with cement, Barbie Q bound with chains..."

With each word the fly uttered, Duan Kun's pupils contracted, and he gradually began to tremble all over, shaking like a leaf.

"Baby, Grandpa Bao... I'll talk... I'll talk!"

His voice trembled with tears, "It started when a cop approached me and asked if I wanted to get rich and become a boss..."

"Get to the point," Dong Tianbao said coldly.

"Yes, yes, after I agreed, he said someone would help me, and then I met Su Long through that cop's arrangement."

"When I first heard about Su Long's plan, I disagreed, but he said he would give me a street in Tsim Sha Tsui and that I could do things in his name from now on, so I agreed."

As Duan Kun spoke, he stole a glance at Dong Tianbao.

"Did Su Long invite you to sell goods at Hung Hing's establishment, so he could instigate a fight between Hung Hing and Sun Kee and reap the benefits?"

Duan Kun nodded vigorously, "Yes, Master Bao, that's exactly what Su Long said."

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