"Damn it, what on earth are these bastards trying to pull? They're supposed to be gangsters—why aren't they sticking to their triads instead of coming over to steal our rice bowls?"
At a financial gathering on Hong Kong Island, a senior businessman complained with a face full of bitter frustration.
"Tell me about it! Nowadays, the Hung Hing Group on Hong Kong Island is growing stronger by the day, and our living space was already tight enough. Now all these guys are sticking their fingers in—are they trying to drive us out of business completely?" Another person chimed in, looking utterly helpless.
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