The entire 柏丽大道 was filled with cries of agony, blood staining the ground crimson, the scene a complete mess.
Many "矮骡子" lay dead on the ground, most of them from the Hong Xing.
Looking at Xuan Jian standing in the center, holding a long sword, the members of the Number Gang had eyes full of admiration.
He was too strong. He had single-handedly killed dozens of people, and the Hong Xing's Crown Prince was sent flying with a single strike.
The Prince had come with two to three hundred men, and only managed to escape with a dozen or so.
He'd also lost an arm. This was a complete victory for them.
Xuan Jian flicked his blood-stained sword, then turned and left.
On the other side, Luanshen was also fighting alongside his men against those led by Gandhi.
Compared to Xuan Jian, Luanshen was even more brutal, charging into the crowd like a raging bull.
Wherever he passed, there were only cries of agony. Gandhi's men were slaughtered, overwhelmed.
Within a short time, over a hundred men had fled in every direction.
Gandhi had long sensed something was amiss, and had quietly slipped away.
Luanshen was covered in blood, soaked through with it.
At the same time, all the major gangs in Hong Kong received this news.
They were all shocked. The Number Gang's power exceeded everyone's expectations.
Xuan Jian and Luanshen, the two newly-appointed leaders, had entered the sights of all the major gangs.
One had effortlessly defeated the Hong Xing's battle god, the Prince, while the other was like a killing god.
In a single night, the Number Gang had taken over two streets.
In a single night, the Number Gang had made enemies of two major forces.
While the Ni family was not as powerful as the Hong Xing, they were not to be underestimated in Tsim Sha Tsui.
But everyone knew that this was just the beginning.
Neither the Hong Xing nor the Ni family would let this go.
Especially the Hong Xing. One of their "堂主" had lost an arm. As the largest gang in Hong Kong, they would definitely retaliate.
Hong Xing headquarters!
All the leaders were present, having heard how the Number Gang had taken over the Prince's territory.
The Prince had led a group of men to attack, only to lose an arm and flee in disgrace.
The leaders all found this unbelievable. Soon, Jiang Tian Sheng convened a meeting.
"How is the Prince, Mr. Jiang?"
Da Lao B glanced at Liang Kun, then looked at Jiang Tian Sheng.
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone else turned to look at Jiang Tian Sheng.
"He's in the hospital. He's lucky to be alive."
Jiang Tian Sheng's face was serious. He spoke in a deep voice.
Losing an arm, the Prince was essentially half-disabled. The Number Gang was completely insane.
"The Prince's life was saved, but the Hong Xing's face was lost."
"Out of two hundred men, only twenty or so escaped."
Jiang Tian Sheng took a deep breath, then spoke in a low voice.
He was thinking about much more than that. The Hong Xing wasn't a solid block either.
Liang Kun had wanted to be the 龙头 for a long time now. He was becoming increasingly defiant.
There weren't many of the Hong Xing's leaders who supported him.
Aside from Da Lao B, there was only the Prince. Leaders like Han Bin were mostly neutral.
Ji Ge was a fence-sitter, and the other leaders would do whatever they were paid to do.
Amongst all the Hong Xing leaders, Han Bin had made a fortune through smuggling.
Liang Kun, through dealing in 粉, was also incredibly wealthy. These two were the richest.
The Prince, having lost an arm, would probably not be able to continue as a leader.
Losing the Prince meant he'd lost one supporter.
"Mr. Jiang, let me lead a group to teach the Number Gang a lesson."
Da Lao B slammed his fist on the table, his face filled with anger. He had been close to the Prince.
And just how dare a tiny gang like the Number Gang provoke the Hong Xing.
"Alright, then let Da B lead the charge and teach the Number Gang a lesson."
"Of course, I'm a member of the Hong Xing too. I'll put up twenty万."
Liang Kun glanced at Da Lao B, a smile instantly spreading across his face.
This guy was a complete 莽夫, lacking any brains whatsoever.
But that was fine. With this 莽夫 taking on this task, he didn't have to send anyone.
"Good, then I'll contribute twenty万 as well, just like Ah Kun."
Fei Lao Li's eyes flashed, and he followed suit.
Sending men wasn't worthwhile. If they were injured or killed, it would cost a lot of money. Settlement fees were no small amount.
For this incident with the Prince, they would need millions to compensate for all the injuries and disabilities.
"I don't have as much money as Ah Kun, so I'll put up ten万."
"Ah B, you have to make sure you uphold the Hong Xing's name."
Ji Ge's eyes flickered slightly. He also spoke, and with a righteous expression, looked at Da Lao B.
Once someone started, the other leaders followed suit, contributing anywhere from ten万 to thirty万.
Of all the gangs in Hong Kong, the Hong Xing had the largest territory and the most leaders, over a dozen in total.
As they all spoke one after another, Da Lao B felt somewhat embarrassed. He had only said it casually, and now he couldn't back down.
Jiang Tian Sheng's face also twitched. These were truly pig teammates.
"This concerns the Hong Xing's reputation, B Ge alone might not be enough."
"Why don't we do this? Each leader sends a few dozen men."
Chen Yao glanced at Da Lao B, then looked at the leaders present, and said with a smile.
"Da B, if you can't handle it, just say so."
"Then just give up 铜锣湾, and I'll take care of the Number Gang."
"If you can't even handle something like this, don't be a 揸FIT人, go home and raise fish."
Liang Kun's lips curved into a slight smile, as he looked at Da Lao B with amusement.
"Ah Kun, what are you talking about?"
Da Lao B was taken aback for a moment. He slammed his fist on the table and stared angrily at Liang Kun.
Jiang Tian Sheng was just about to step in, but Da Lao B was so enraged by Liang Kun that he said he would take care of it himself.
"Alright, I'll see what you can do."
Liang Kun also laughed. A 莽夫 was a 莽夫. The Number Gang wouldn't be easy to deal with.
And he had heard that the two new leaders of the Number Gang were practically butchers, killing without blinking an eye.
Didn't the Prince lose an arm and flee in disgrace?
He certainly wouldn't take on a task like this, one that was both tiring and thankless, with no benefits.
Unless all the territory they took over was his, but that was impossible, because the Prince was only half-disabled, not dead.