“What do you want calling so late, you little rascal?”
Upon hearing her nephew's voice, the person on the other end of the line replied irritably.
“Of course it's something good! My status is still too low, I can't deal with Haolong, but I have another piece of news for you, do you want to hear it?”
Chen Dong, hearing the lethargic voice of the fat guy, guessed that his aunt had already gone to bed, so he cut to the chase without any small talk.
“What news?”
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Huang Bingyao's tone on the other end of the line instantly lost any trace of sleepiness.
“I have some news about Hongtai's warehouse, but I can't confirm it yet. I have some things to do in the next couple of days. Can you help me give a heads-up to the cops over in Mong Kok? Once I confirm the news is accurate, I'll let you know.”
Chen Dong said.
“.....No problem giving a heads-up, but don't make too much noise. Those foreigners are troublesome, and you need to be careful. I don't want to have to collect your body.”
Although his nephew didn't say it too clearly, Huang Bingyao still understood.
Doing something?
What kind of thing? These little thugs usually just fight and grab territory; Huang Bingyao knew this well. However, as long as they could take down Hongtai, this wasn't much of a problem. Compared to Hongtai, his nephew's territory was relatively clean, and it was better to leave it to him than to other thugs.
But he also didn't forget to remind him, after all, it was inevitable that these thugs would get hurt during fights, and he didn't want to send off a white-haired person to a black-haired one.
“Don't worry, I can handle the Over-the-Shoulder Dragon. Hongtai is just a bunch of losers; what can they do to me? I'm hanging up now.”
After Chen Dong finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
“....This little rascal is quite sharp.”
“Hey, Lao Wang, it's me, the Deadly Scissors Kick, Huang Bingyao.....”
After hanging up, Huang Bingyao felt somewhat relieved and then picked up the phone again...
..........
“Bang!”
“Fire Leopard! Where's your boss, the loser Dong? Get him out here!”
“Who are you? You think you can just call him that? Hongtai is so impressive, huh.......”
“Get him out here, damn it.....”
“.......”
Just after Chen Dong hung up, the Hongtai prince and A Bao had already started arguing.
As an exceptionally skilled thug, they always had to talk big before a fight; who knows which tradition that came from, just like how winning the verbal battle can give the little brothers a boost.
“What's going on? Oh? Isn't this the Prince? You're wrapped up like a Dragon Ball, what's the situation? Did someone take you down?”
Chen Dong walked downstairs to the entrance and saw both sides confronting each other with weapons in hand. In the crowd, A Bao was red-faced, arguing heatedly with the Hongtai prince. Chen Dong stood between them, looking surprised as if he knew nothing about the situation while staring at the Hongtai prince, who was aggressively brandishing a watermelon knife.
It must be said that Yan Zai was quite ruthless; even wrapped up like that, he could still see the blood-soaked bandage on the Hongtai prince's head.
“Stop the nonsense, Loser Dong, don't tell me you don't know. Where's your cousin? Hand him over!”
Hearing Loser Dong's words, the prince was even more furious, his eyes nearly blazing with fire.
“What's going on? How did my cousin offend you, Prince? We're all civilized people; let's sit down and talk it out. It's not good to be waving knives and guns at night.”
Chen Dong still pretended to be clueless about what had happened, looking at the furious prince without taking it seriously, trying to calm him down while glancing at Gao Jin as if asking what was going on.
“Boss, your cousin took people to the Old Ghost Road's turf to pick up girls tonight, and when he got into a dispute with the prince over a girl, they ended up fighting. Yan Zai was severely injured and is still in the hospital, not out of danger yet. The doctor said whether he can recover depends on fate.....”
Seeing the look in the boss's eyes, Gao Jin understood and said with a gloomy face.
“What? Yan Zai got cut? Damn it, Prince, are you guys from Hongtai too much? Just a few days ago, the little brothers from Old Ghost Road chased my cousin and attacked him, and now you come to beat him up so badly, and you want me to hand him over? Do you really think I'm easy to bully?”
“I'll have them killed, and then we'll sweep Hongtai off the streets!”
Upon hearing Gao Jin's words, Chen Dong was furious, as if he had lost his boss, and with one punch, he knocked down the Hongtai prince, who was still dazed from Gao Jin's words, picked up the watermelon knife from the ground, and charged into the crowd.
“Go!”
“Kill them.....”
Seeing the boss had already taken action, Gao Jin and A Bao shouted and followed him into the crowd, like tigers descending a mountain, wolves rushing into a flock of sheep.
The little brothers around, seeing their boss so valiant, charged in one after another with great momentum.
This kind of large-scale friendly exchange activity sometimes feels like a national war; as long as the leading brother fights bravely, it will unconsciously influence the little brothers around. In contrast, the opposing side, seeing their leading brother knocked down to the ground, rolling his eyes, and then seeing their leading brother so fierce, they couldn't muster any spirit, starting off at a disadvantage in morale.
Moreover, they were fighting on the opponent's turf, already at a numerical disadvantage. When they saw their brothers being taken down one after another, they didn't hesitate to turn and run.
A few hundred bucks a month, what are they playing with their lives for!
At this moment, Chen Dong wielded a watermelon knife in his left hand and a steel pipe in his right, squatting and kicking, and whenever someone charged at him, he would deliver a steel pipe to the head, showcasing his master-level self-defense skills against men, racking up over ten heads in just a few minutes.
Gao Jin and A Bao flanked him on either side like two mighty guardians, equally fierce. A Bao's fighting style was similar to Chen Dong's, both being aggressive. Although A Bao had some elements of Muay Thai, he was still a latecomer, primarily relying on instinctive fighting techniques, using everything from toe stomps, hair pulling, eye gouging, to devastating kicks, employing all sorts of means without reservation, coupled with an aura of recklessness, making him a formidable warrior.
In contrast, Gao Jin's style was vastly different from the two; he came from the military and had been on the battlefield, and being from a martial arts family, his strikes were not as wild and open as Chen Dong and A Bao's, often delivering lethal blows.
“Sir, it's started, aren't we going to do something?”
Not far away in a police car, a young man who had probably just graduated from school asked the co-driver, Li Wenbin.
“Let's wait until they're done.....”
Li Wenbin's expression was somewhat grim as he replied.
Tonight, the Hongtai prince brought so many people to the turf of the handsome Dong; he wasn't blind. He originally planned to bring people over to catch them, but just as he was about to act, he received a call from his superior. Although his superior didn't say much on the phone, it hinted that there were other plans from above.
However, causing such a big scene in his jurisdiction, it was strange for him to look good.