Just as Yang Jun and the others were preparing to establish their group and make a grand display in the business world, a conflict broke out within the Loyal and Righteous Society on the other side.
Wan Chai, Lockhart Road, Hanlong Nightclub.
"Ah Fa and Sister Su Su have been meeting frequently these past few days; I wonder what they're discussing?"
"Additionally, I've found out that the Golden Triangle had a bumper harvest today, and the prices for other drug dealers have dropped by about ten to twenty percent, but our goods are even more expensive than usual."
Lian Haolong's face was dark as he slammed the table heavily, commanding Ah Heng beside him.
"Go bring Luo Dingfa to see me. If he dares to resist, just take him out! As for Su Su, send someone to keep an eye on her."
In the end, Lian Haolong couldn't make up his mind and decided to give Su Su another chance; after all, a day as husband and wife means a hundred days of affection!
Lian Haolong slumped on the sofa, betrayed by those closest to him, causing him to sprout more white hairs, making him look a decade older.
"What about the pretty boy Jun?"
"Brother Long, Liansheng is opening a nightclub right next to ours, even stealing our parking business."
"Our business has dropped significantly this month; many of our regular customers have gone to the International Nightclub."
Lian Haolong's expression grew darker as he picked up a newspaper, the front page headline was about the International Nightclub, featuring a photo of Yang Jun with a cigar, waving at the camera.
"Nightclub tycoon! Damn it, my goods were snatched by him!"
Lian Haolong realized he had been played by the pretty boy Jun, and he was furious!
What do you mean a billion in cash was stolen? If that were true, how could Yang Jun afford to open a nightclub?
His brother Lian Haodong must have been killed by Yang Jun. Lian Haolong roared in anger:
"Tianhong, go bring Yang Jun back! I want to make him suffer, let him live worse than death!"
"Ah ah ah ah~ Ah Dong!"
Lian Haolong's mournful roar made him truly feel the pain of being betrayed by everyone; his hatred for Yang Jun, who killed his brother, ran deep as the ocean.
"Yes, boss!"
Luo Tianhong flicked his blue bangs, shouldered his Eight-Sided Sword, and walked out!
On the other side, Yang Jun sat in his armored car, planning to inspect the International Nightclub, with A Ji and Tian Yangyi sitting on either side of him.
"Brother Jun, something's not right! We're surrounded!"
The driver, Xi Gui, saw a terrifying scene as over a hundred small-time thugs rushed out from the alleys of Lockhart Road, each wielding clubs.
"What the hell! These are Loyal and Righteous Society's lackeys, what should we do?"
Xi Gui noticed the leader, who had blue hair, wearing a flashy cloak, and chewing on a toothpick.
"Don't panic, what's there to be afraid of?"
Luo Tianhong? With that kind of hairstyle?
Looking like he was the king of the world, Yang Jun scoffed and remained calm in the car.
Both armored cars were surrounded by the thugs, and Luo Tianhong, with a toothpick in his mouth, drew his Eight-Sided Sword and struck the car window, which didn't budge, leaving only a faint white mark.
What a joke! Yang Jun's car was a bulletproof custom vehicle, impervious even to sniper rifles.
Luo Tianhong was a bit dumbfounded, then scoffed:
"So scared of death? Why not open the car door!"
"What pretty boy Jun, don’t be a turtle, come out!"
Thinking Yang Jun would never come out, Luo Tianhong was at a loss when the back door of the car suddenly opened.
Luo Tianhong chuckled; surely this guy wasn't a fool?
As long as Yang Jun stayed inside the car, Luo Tianhong couldn't do anything to him, but now it was simple!
Luo Tianhong leaned into the car, but he immediately stopped laughing because three guns were pointed at his head.
"Don't move, or we'll shoot!"
Luo Tianhong wanted to cry but had no tears; if he were outside the car, he might have been able to use his sword to kill the gunmen, but inside the car, he couldn't even move!
"Luo Tianhong, did your boss send you to kill me?"
Yang Jun looked at Luo Tianhong with a half-smile, a hint of mockery on his face!
Luo Tianhong, with three guns pointed at his head, was dumbfounded; he never expected Yang Jun's lackeys would be armed?
Are they crazy? Don't they fear the police?
Walking around with guns in broad daylight, Luo Tianhong couldn't comprehend this operation.
A Ji took the Eight-Sided Sword from Luo Tianhong's hand and then pulled out handcuffs to cuff him.
As the car door closed, the thugs outside were also dumbfounded; what happened inside the car?
"Let go of Brother Tianhong, screw you!"
"Kill them! They took Brother Tianhong!"
The two Mercedes-Benz cars stepped on the gas and shot out like arrows, knocking down four or five thugs in front of the car, one unfortunate soul was even run over, screaming in agony.
"Damn! What do we do? They took Brother Tianhong!"
"We can't catch up, let's go back and report to Brother Long!"
The two Mercedes-Benz cars drove out of Wan Chai, heading straight for Moth Mountain, arriving at the factory area of the Jiuzhou Food Company.
"Where are you taking me?"
"You'll know when we get there, stop asking questions!"
A Ji dragged Luo Tianhong out of the car. Luo Tianhong initially wanted to struggle, but upon seeing the surrounding environment, his heart sank, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.
Within the compound, there were guards every three steps and sentries every five steps; he had already seen seven or eight soldiers armed with M16 rifles glaring at him, fully equipped with helmets and bulletproof vests.
Luo Tianhong felt numb; Yang Jun had indeed acquired equipment and even formed a private army.
Realizing he was outmatched, Luo Tianhong no longer thought of resisting and could only pray that the other party would have a change of heart and spare his life.
Yang Jun strode into the training ground and instructed Tian Yangsheng, who was approaching:
"Assemble Team One; there will be a big operation tonight, targeting the Loyal and Righteous Society in Wan Chai."
"Yes, boss!"
Tian Yangsheng saluted and blew a whistle.
"Team One, assemble! We have an operation!"
Twelve soldiers quickly donned their gear and assembled in the training ground within three minutes. They looked serious, but the smiles at the corners of their mouths showed their excitement for the mission.
They showed no fear; this was the strength of the death warriors, each one like a suicide squad.
As long as it was something Yang Jun ordered, they would charge forward without fear of death, their combat power terrifyingly strong!