“Jun Ge, Dongxing is opening a bar on our turf and hasn't paid the protection fee. Clearly, they're not giving us any face!”
Pu Guang and A Ji each chimed in, their emotions running high, nearly charging into Dongxing Bar to cause a ruckus.
Lockhart Road in Wan Chai is all under Yang Jun's protection. If other gangs want to open a shop here, they must notify Yang Jun and pay the protection fee to He Lian Sheng.
Dongxing opening a bar without any notice is a blatant provocation!
“Let’s go see who the hell it is!”
Yang Jun waved his hand, and a group of over ten people headed towards Dongsheng Bar. Passersby saw this scene and quickly stepped aside, keeping their distance to watch the commotion.
Two parking attendants from Dongxing at the entrance saw such a fierce crowd approaching and mustered the courage to shout.
“Who are you? Don’t cause trouble here!”
Pu Guang pushed them aside, disdainfully saying:
“Get out of the way, let your boss come out.”
With so many fierce-looking people walking in, some customers hurriedly fled the scene, leaving their tabs unpaid.
“What’s going on? I’m the manager of Dongsheng Bar.”
A short, stout man in a suit stepped out, looking strikingly similar to a big shot from Hongxing, but with a more sinister and reserved demeanor.
“I’m the Smiling Tiger of Dongxing, and you are?”
Seeing Yang Jun's group looking aggressive, the Smiling Tiger immediately sensed trouble and shot a glance at one of his underlings.
“You’re from Dongxing? Do you know this is He Lian Sheng's territory!”
A Ji stepped forward, coldly meeting the Smiling Tiger’s gaze and pushing him to the ground. The Dongxing underlings quickly helped the Smiling Tiger up, and both sides were on edge, starting to shove and shout.
“So what if Lockhart Road is He Lian Sheng's territory? Can’t Dongxing plant a flag here?”
The Smiling Tiger stood up, adjusted his glasses, and threw a harsh remark at A Ji.
“Damn! If you want to plant a flag, I’ll uproot it completely.”
A Ji was about to charge at the Smiling Tiger to give him a beating, but Yang Jun held him back.
“There are cops watching, you step back!”
Yang Jun slowly stepped forward, and A Ji and Pu Guang immediately retreated behind him.
The Smiling Tiger then put on a smile, flattering Yang Jun:
“You must be the handsome Jun, truly a talented individual! Let’s sit down and discuss things slowly, no need for violence.”
“Discuss what? You Dongxing need to withdraw from Wan Chai immediately, and I’ll pretend this never happened.”
Yang Jun's expression was cold, his tone indifferent.
The Smiling Tiger's smile froze, and after a moment of silence, he was left speechless.
“Handsome Jun, do you think you’re the biggest in Wan Chai?”
“I, the Crow, don’t take you seriously.”
A tall, muscular man jumped down from the bar, his eyes fierce, standing in front of Yang Jun.
“Dongxing's Mountain Tiger, Crow? Damn! What are you even worth!”
Yang Jun slapped him across the face, catching the Crow off guard, sending him flying two meters and crashing onto a table, looking utterly pathetic!
Everyone was dumbfounded; the Crow’s bravado lasted only three seconds before he was slapped down!
“Damn! Kill him for me!”
As dozens of Dongxing underlings were about to rush over, the Smiling Tiger couldn't sit still any longer and hurried over to stop them.
“Crow, are you looking for death? This is Wan Chai, not our Yuen Long.”
The Smiling Tiger's words doused the Crow with cold water, and he gradually calmed down.
“Handsome Jun, hitting people is one thing, but hitting faces is another. What kind of skill is it to sneak attack me?”
Yang Jun shrugged, provocatively saying to the Crow:
“In this line of work, you have to be quick; who told you to be so slow!”
The Crow was stunned for a moment. I’m slow? Ahhh....
The Smiling Tiger once again tried to mediate, flattering Yang Jun:
“Jun Ge, why don’t you sit down first? We’ll resolve this matter.”
“Fine, I’ll listen to your nonsense.”
Yang Jun sat alone on one side, facing the Smiling Tiger and the Crow.
The underlings from both sides stood behind their bosses, cheering them on, but the expressions of the Crow's underlings were a bit strange, keeping their distance from the table.
“Jun Ge, I know Lockhart Road is your territory, but is it too much for me to open a bar here?”
Yang Jun scoffed, shaking his head coldly:
“Lockhart Road is entirely under our He Lian Sheng’s protection. You can open a bar here, but only if you join us and kneel before me, calling me ‘Boss’!”
Then he looked at the Crow beside him, mocking:
“As for this Crow, forget it; he’s too ugly. I won’t take such an ugly underling.”
The Crow was furious! I’m ugly? I have a great figure; everyone calls me handsome!
“Handsome Jun, don’t think just because you’re good-looking, you can say whatever you want.”
The Smiling Tiger stepped in to hold the Crow back, nearly causing another breakdown in negotiations.
“Jun Ge, actually we have a business proposition for you. We Dongxing have a batch of goods and want to use your territory to distribute them.”
“You don’t have to do anything, just take a share!”
“What do you think? At least this amount! Five million.”
The Smiling Tiger raised a hand proudly; this time, Dongxing was willing to bleed heavily to break into the Causeway Bay market, offering up five layers of profit to Yang Jun.
Yang Jun remained unfazed, exhaling a puff of white smoke with a smile:
“Not a bad offer! Five million? You really have sincerity!”
“Of course, we Dongxing won’t hog it all; everyone can profit.”
“So, Jun Ge, you agree?”
Yang Jun squinted his eyes, rhythmically tapping on the table.
“Get out of here; this little money won’t even buy me a snack! I open my eyes every day to tens of millions in income. You bunch of Yuen Long punks should go sell wife cakes instead.”
Tens of millions a day? The Crow didn’t believe it, thinking Yang Jun was deliberately looking for trouble.
“So, does that mean we can’t reach an agreement?”
The Crow’s expression turned serious, quietly placing his hand on the edge of the table; he was about to unleash his trump card.
“Difficult? Damn, then don’t bother.”
The Crow’s face twisted in rage, ready to flip the table, but.....
The table was flipped over by Yang Jun in advance, and the Smiling Tiger and the Crow barely managed to dodge, ending up with vegetable leaves stuck to their faces and bodies, staring at each other in disbelief.
“Crow, they say you’re slow! You’re too slow...”
Yang Jun was infuriatingly relentless, further provoking the Crow’s fragile nerves.
The Crow was numb; damn! You flipped my table; how rude!
The Crow’s underlings were also dumbfounded; having followed the Crow for three days and starved for nine meals, this time the Crow didn’t flip the table, but they still couldn’t get any food!
After being insulted time and again, the Crow could no longer tolerate it.
“Get him!”