"What?
The Tony brothers of the Vietnamese Gang were taken out?"
"Is this news true or false?"
"True. The news came straight from Wah Sang, a lackey of the Vietnamese Gang. Unless he has a death wish, how could he dare spread a rumor like that?"
Inside a local tea restaurant, several low-level street thugs were excitedly discussing the news of the Tony brothers' demise.
Under normal circumstances, the affair of the Tony brothers would not have spread so quickly.
However, Wah Sang was a police informant for Ma Jun after all, and Yan Liang had not killed him.
Killing a hoodlum was generally considered a personal gang feud, and the police usually couldn't be bothered with such trivial trouble.
Yet if someone touched Wah Sang—even if he was just an undercover cop—it remained a troublesome business.
...
Contrary to expectations, Wah Sang, who had been knocked unconscious by Mian Zhenghe, contacted Ma Jun the moment he woke up.
And Ma Jun, upon receiving the news, never imagined that the Tony brothers he had spent so long pursuing would be hunted down and killed by someone else.
All his prolonged preparations had gone down the drain in a single instant, leaving Ma Jun naturally furious. He immediately had Wah Sang leak the news to find out who was responsible.
Over at Chung Sing Yee,
Lin Hiu-lung, upon learning of the deaths of the Tony brothers, flew into a rage after smashing up the place and cursed:
"Damn it, which bastard did this?
Those three beasts are dead, so what am I supposed to do about my money?"
Originally, Lin Hiu-lung had been hesitating over whether to send Luo Tianhong to directly demand the money back.
Yet knowing the Tony brothers' personalities all too well, he held back, fearful of alarming them.
After all, before things turned ugly, he still held out high hopes for his money and goods.
Who could have expected
that before he even made a move, someone else had beaten him to it? Now he was left with neither money nor goods, and without even knowing who did it. He was fit to burst with rage.
Yet a scene much like this was playing out tonight among all major and minor factions across Hong Kong Island.
For a time,
these bosses, left with neither money nor goods, frantically ordered their subordinates to dig up information.
As long as they tracked down the person who took out the Tony brothers, they were determined to make that person die a horrible death...
...
Meanwhile,
in Sai Wan, inside a tenement building belonging to Hung Hing...
Having finished everything, Yan Liang brought his most presentable-looking suited lackeys and followed Liang Kun to the Hung Hing headquarters.
Xia He had originally wanted to come along to have a look, but the moment she spoke the words, Yan Liang and Liang Kun instantly vetoed it.
You must be joking.
Though the Hung Hing dragonhead meeting was no big deal in the eyes of the two of them, everyone attending was a high-ranking, prominent branch leader of Hung Hing.
And Liang Kun, knowing full well the terrifying explosive bird ability Xia He possessed, would never dare let her come here.
It would be fine if nothing went wrong,
but in the event of an incident, even with him being Liang Kun, he wouldn't be able to cover for it.
"Ha, Liang Kun, we've been waiting for you for a long time."
Seeing Liang Kun and Yan Liang appear, Wallhead Kee was the first to stand up, followed closely by Fatty Lai...
All the Hung Hing branch leaders present greeted them with smiling faces.
Faced with such sudden enthusiasm, Liang Kun was taken aback.
In the past, although he had crossed paths with these men, things had never been good enough for them to stand up and welcome him like this.
Yet very quickly, Liang Kun figured out the crucial point.
It was nothing more than the rumor he had previously leaked about wanting to offload the narcotics trade.
And right now, these people were acting like cats that had caught the scent of fish...
Naturally, they all wanted to take over the narcotics business from his hands.
Looking at everyone who used to treat him with indifference but were now acting like bootlicking dogs, Liang Kun felt immensely proud, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a smile that was as impossible to suppress as an AK.
Amidst the adulation of the crowd, Liang Kun walked over to his seat and sat down. Before he could even open his mouth, Fatty Lai took the lead and asked:
"Liang Kun, I heard you're looking to hand over the narcotics business?"
"Mn, I do have that thought."
Liang Kun shed his usual neurotic manner, nodded, and leisurely pulled out a cigarette.
The moment he clamped it between his lips, Wallhead Kee immediately pulled out a lighter and struck it for him.
That eager expression made him look just like Liang Kun's personal lackey, causing Yan Liang, standing behind them, to roll his eyes.
Liang Kun, on the other hand, thoroughly enjoyed it. After taking a couple of puffs, he spoke slowly under the anxious gazes of the crowd:
"Originally I didn't plan to hand it over, you all know how lucrative the narcotics trade is.
But recently my mother's health hasn't been good. I went to consult a master, and the master told me to accumulate some virtue for my mother..."
Liang Kun was talking sheer nonsense with his eyes wide open, yet the crowd believed seven or eight parts of it.
Liang Kun was famous for being out of his mind, but at the same time, his filial piety toward his mother was equally well-known.
Although accumulating virtue sounded like utter nonsense, no one probed too deeply into it right now—after all, the narcotics business was genuinely lucrative.
Since the opportunity was here, they naturally intended to fight for it.
As more and more branch leaders arrived successively, Liang Kun gradually became the center of attention before the meeting even began.
Even Chiang Tin-sang, who had just arrived, did not look down on Liang Kun as he usually did upon seeing him, but instead greeted him with a smile.
At that moment, Liang Kun felt as though he had never shone so brightly in his entire life.
Seeing this from behind him, Yan Liang's lips curled into a smile.
That's right.
The more prominent Liang Kun appeared, the better cover it provided for him.
In this day and age, what are bosses used for?
Naturally, they are used as shields!
In this chaotic environment where people spoke nicely for the sake of profit, there were naturally also those who looked down on it.
Big Brother B, who had always been at odds with Liang Kun, watched as Liang Kun was flattered by everyone like the moon surrounded by stars, and said with an ugly expression:
"The narcotics trade is so profitable, would he kindly hand it over to others?"
"I advise you all to use your brains, lest you don't even know how you end up dead."
"Heh..."
Hearing this, Liang Kun let out two raspy, cold laughs, then said in an extremely arrogant tone:
"Big Brother B, if you don't have the guts to deal in narcotics, then stop flapping your damn gums here.
I, Liang Kun, am accumulating virtue for my aged mother and now passing the business on to my Hung Hing brothers, yet you damn well suspect me?
Fine then!
If you think I, Liang Kun, am trying to screw over my brothers, then none of us will do it!
Tomorrow I'll go talk to the Tung Sing people!"
"Don't, Liang Kun, don't be rash!"
Hearing those words from Liang Kun, the crowd was instantly startled. Wallhead Kee and Fatty Lai chimed in unison to stop him, followed immediately by several others voicing their objections.
Even Chiang Tin-sang spoke up:
"Liang Kun, don't be rash about this. Ah B was only considering the welfare of the society."
With even Chiang Tin-sang saying so, the people in the conference room chimed in one after another to persuade him, leaving only Big Brother B with an utterly ghastly expression.
Seeing his own boss in such a state, coupled with Yan Liang sitting right behind Liang Kun,
Chen Ho-nam felt old grudges and new hatred welling up together, making it impossible for him to hold back as he stepped forward and said:
"Liang Kun, who doesn't know you're notoriously sinister and cunning?
Brother B is only looking out for the society, who knows what kind of..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Liang Kun violently turned his head toward Chen Ho-nam and cursed:
"Damn it,
what the hell are you?
Is there any place for you to speak here?"
"Ko Chun." Without waiting for Liang Kun's order, Yan Liang said softly.
As his voice fell, the suited young man who had been standing quietly behind the two of them strode forward and swung his hand, delivering a direct slap across the face.
Caught completely off guard, Chen Ho-nam was struck across the face by Ko Chun. Not only was the slap loud, but half his face instantly swelled red.
Having his two-wheeler reduced to a unicycle had already dealt a heavy blow to Chen Ho-nam.
Now, being slapped in the face in public made him feel incomparably humiliated.
In an instant, rage surged within him as he lunged at Ko Chun: "Damn it, I'll waste you..."
However,
before Chen Ho-nam could even reach Ko Chun, a pair of shiny, polished leather shoes kicked him squarely in the chest.
Bang—
In a flash, feeling as though he had been hit head-on by a dump truck, Chen Ho-nam flew backward and crashed unceremoniously into Big Brother B.
Boss and underling tumbled down together, a humiliation grand enough to rival the worst of them.
Only then did Tai Tin-yee and the others snap back to their senses.
Seeing their boss being bullied, they instinctively prepared to swarm them all at once.
At this moment,
Chen Yiu, sitting to the immediate left of Chiang Tin-sang, slammed his hand on the table and rebuked angrily:
"Enough!
Do you have any idea what occasion this is?
Starting a fight right in front of Mr. Chiang, are you trying to rebel?"
"Ah Yiu... you can't say it like that!
This wasn't me, Liang Kun, trying to pick a fight; it was Big Brother B. With all these pairs of eyes here, you can't possibly fail to see what's really going on, can you?"
At this, Liang Kun resumed his usual arrogant demeanor, sweeping his gaze across the crowd with a eerie smirk...