Chapter 24
Causeway Bay Kingpin, Planting Flags and Claiming Territory!

Tai Tin Yi led the charge. Ever since Shan Ji died, Chen Ho Nam’s most capable fighter was Tai Tin Yi. He’d spent a few years learning kung fu at the Tung Lo Wan boxing gym, and had some skills under his belt.

Tai Tin Yi slashed his blade towards a guy named Ah Jit. Ah Jit let out a mocking laugh. The move was too slow. He simply dodged to the side, evading the attack.

Ah Jit struck with lightning speed, delivering a side kick that slammed into Tai Tin Yi’s chest, sending him sprawling like a dog eating shit.

“Tai Tin, go to hell!”

Seeing Tai Tin Yi knocked to the ground, Ah Jit was about to deliver the finishing blow. Chen Ho Nam rushed over to help.

Tai Tin Yi rolled on the ground, finally escaping the danger and getting to his feet. However, his arm was slashed by Ah Jit’s butterfly knife, blood gushing out. He was a sorry sight.

“Damn! Where did this strong guy come from? He’s ruthless!”

Sweat beaded on Tai Tin Yi’s forehead. If Chen Ho Nam hadn’t arrived in time, he would have been stabbed to death. This punk was really skilled, his butterfly knife deadly with every strike.

“South Brother, we can’t hold on!”

Bao Pi was also in a sorry state, being chased and hacked by the Wo Sing Wo members. The ground was littered with fallen Hung Hing brothers.

Chen Ho Nam’s eyes widened in disbelief. When did Wo Sing Wo members become so ferocious? Were they even the Wo Sing Wo he knew?

Something wasn't right! Chen Ho Nam was dumbfounded.

As the saying goes, “Hung Hing for fighting, Tung Sing for four, together they’re a potent mix.”

Wo Sing Wo is a potent mix? Where did they get such powerful fighters?

You call that a potent mix?

In fact, the 200 men that Fu Kwong brought to occupy the Cha Kwai To district were mostly death warriors. They were incredibly fierce and fearless in the face of death.

Although the Hung Hing members had some martial arts training, they were completely overwhelmed by the death warriors.

“South Brother, what do we do?”

Tai Tin Yi watched in horror as the Hung Hing members dwindled, while the enemy charged forward with vicious grins.

They had to run, or it would be too late. Chen Ho Nam closed his eyes in pain and shouted:

“Retreat! It’s better to live to fight another day.”

Typical Chen Ho Nam, even when running away, he had to sound sophisticated. It was a retreat, not a run.

“Brother Kwong, should we give chase?”

“No need. The boss ordered us to occupy the territory, to take over the turf.”

Fu Kwong didn’t pursue Chen Ho Nam and the others. He only sent men to inform the owners of hotels, bars, and nightclubs that the surrounding streets were now under Wo Sing Wo control.

Posh Street, Hysan Place, Gloucester Road, Hennessy Road, all fell under Yang Jun’s control. One-third of Tung Lo Wan was now his territory, a news that sent shockwaves through the underworld.

Hung Hing’s territory in Tung Lo Wan was wiped out, swallowed whole by Yang Jun.

Mong Kok.

Upon hearing the report from Siu Keung, Leung Kwan was ecstatic. He danced and laughed, saying:

“Ah Jun is incredible! Not only did he take down Big B, but he also took over Tung Lo Wan’s territory.”

Leung Kwan then looked at Siu Keung, increasingly displeased.

“You’re both in your twenties, but there’s a huge difference. Siu Keung, learn from Ah Jun!”

Siu Keung’s lips twitched, resentful inside. If I was that powerful, why would I be stuck under you?

Leung Kwan was in a good mood and planned to celebrate with his wife, Kwai Sau, with a game of cards that night.

But Kwai Sau looked troubled and said to Leung Kwan in a sweet, delicate voice:

“Brother Kwan, my period is here. Let’s talk about it another day.”

Kwai Sau had seen her share of worldly things and wasn’t interested in Leung Kwan’s toothpick-sized “equipment.” She politely declined.

“Damn! Such a buzzkill!”

Leung Kwan didn’t take it too hard. Big B was dead, which was like Jiang Sheng losing an arm.

“Fine, I won’t go back tonight.”

Leung Kwan knew that after Big B’s death, he needed to celebrate. He’d go to the film company and have a good time with a couple of starlets.

On the other side.

Hong Kong Island Regional Police, Serious Crimes Unit Office.

“What? Big B is dead? How did he die?”

Chief Inspector Wong Chi Sing frowned. He had received information that Yang Jun had taken on the job of killing Big B.

He thought that taking down a bigwig like Big B would require long-term planning, at least a month or two before Yang Jun would act.

But in just a few days, Big B was dead. The prime suspect was naturally Yang Jun.

“Chief Inspector, the forensic report says death by car accident. He fell off a cliff.”

Wong Chi Sing scoffed. Car accident?

This car accident was too coincidental. This Yang Jun was too meticulous. But could he really escape legal punishment with this?

This Ah Jun was naive…

“Go! We’re going to Tung Lo Wan to arrest him. Bring him back to the station.”

Wong Chi Sing led his team of officers from the Serious Crimes Unit, heading towards Tung Lo Wan in two police cars.

Crazy Nightclub. Yang Jun was celebrating with his trusted lieutenants. They had now occupied five streets in Tung Lo Wan, making them one of the largest forces in the area.

“Flying Dragon, now that we have a bigger territory, let’s open four more large nightclubs. I’ll give you 10 million.”

Yang Jun was so bold because he had snatched 20 million in cash from the safe in Big B’s villa. He was making a fortune!

Using other people’s money to build his own business, this business was making a killing!

“Jun Brother, what about Big B’s family? They’ve seen my face.”

This time, Tin Yeung Chi led the raid on Big B’s home. He happened to run into Big B’s family while they were transferring their assets, so he took them and the money back to his lair.

Yang Jun sighed. He’d initially wanted to let Big B’s family go, but they were simply unlucky.

“Let’s keep the family together. Do it cleanly, don’t leave any traces!”

“Yes, Jun Brother.”

Tin Yeung Chi’s eyes lit up. He was worried that Yang Jun would soften, then he’d be in danger.

Tin Yeung Chi went out to take care of Big B’s family. The others continued to drink, the music played on, and the dancing continued.

“Jun Brother, a dozen cops just arrived. They want to see you.”

In the distance, the dance floor was in chaos. A dozen plainclothes police officers were facing off against eighty or so thugs, pushing and shoving, the scene was a mess.

“Fu Kwong, this isn’t about you. Be smart and tell your guys to step aside.”

“Or I can charge you with assault on a police officer!”

Wong Chi Sing was arrogant, shoving Fu Kwong’s chest, but the latter didn’t budge.

“Who are you? You want to see my boss? He’s too busy for you!”

Fu Kwong held a cigar, looking down at Wong Chi Sing with arrogance and insolence, making the police officers on the other side furious!

Wong Chi Sing narrowed his eyes, cursing internally. Is this how arrogant Ah Jun’s men are?

“Don’t get too big for your britches. You think I won’t arrest you?”