Chapter 217: The Underworld Is This Unreasonable
Everyone was in an uproar.
The Tung Sing uncles trembled with rage.
Cheuk Kolok and Leopard were completely bewildered.
Szeto Ho-Nam's face was ashen, and he looked at Lin Feng as if he had seen a ghost.
"How could this be?"
Recalling what Lin Feng had just said, Szeto Ho-Nam only wanted to escape.
Lin Feng mocked:
"You treated them like fools, but the facts prove that Chan Tin-hung and the other two are not fools."
Uncle Chuan Bao came to Lin Feng's side and nervously asked:
"Mr. Lin, can I stay by your side?"
Lin Feng smiled:
"Why not?"
"You have a good relationship with Big D, so of course I'll take care of you."
Uncle Chuan Bao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Lin Feng waved his hand:
"Xiao Fu, get ready to call for backup!"
Szeto Ho-Nam hurriedly said:
"Brother Feng, what… what are you doing?"
Lin Feng frankly said:
"I need to protect my own safety."
Szeto Ho-Nam was stunned:
"Protect your own safety?"
Lin Feng mocked:
"Chan Tin-hung and the other two have caused such a huge stir. If there isn't a bloodbath here, do you think your Tung Sing's internal strife will subside?"
"Don't be naive, Szeto Ho-Nam."
"Please look back at the door of the mourning hall!"
Szeto Ho-Nam hurriedly looked back, and his heart immediately sank.
The door had been closed at some point.
This is… "Ah Bun was smart his whole life but foolish for a moment. He clearly knew what kind of people Chan Tin-hung and the other two were, yet he dared not guard against them?"
"Look, aren't there more of their people in the main hall?"
Szeto Ho-Nam smiled bitterly, speechless.
He only now remembered that New Territories was Ng Chi-Wai's territory.
Uncle Chuan Bao exclaimed in horror:
"Mr. Lin, are you saying that Camel was killed by those three filial sons?"
Szeto Ho-Nam's face grew even darker.
Lok Chi-ming also walked over:
"Brother Feng, something's not right. How about we stick together?"
Lin Feng nodded slightly:
"At this time, one more person means one more force for self-preservation. It's good that you're joining us."
Lok Chi-ming was overjoyed:
"Thank you, Brother Feng."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Axe Jun also came over:
"Brother Feng, let's stick together, shall we?"
"I see Tung Sing is about to have an internal conflict."
Lin Feng smiled:
"Of course, you can. Uncle Chuan Bao and Ah Lok are also here, so it's good for us to be together."
Axe Jun let out a long sigh of relief.
Szeto Ho-Nam chuckled dryly:
"You don't need to be so nervous, do you?"
Lin Feng mocked:
"Not nervous?"
"These three guys have already pinned the blame on the Tung Sing uncles, clearly planning a major purge."
"Do you think that's all there is to it?"
"Let me tell you, these three guys will definitely choose a Triad to take the blame."
"Any of the other ten major Triads in the underworld could be it."
"It's very possible that my Hung Hing will be the first to suffer."
"Xiao Fu, call for backup. Have the Security Company send three hundred people over."
Axe Jun was shocked:
"Brother Feng, three hundred people aren't enough!"
"We need to bring three thousand people."
Uncle Chuan Bao also said:
"Mr. Lin, call Big D! Tsuen Wan is close to here. Have him bring all the gang members from his branch."
Lin Feng shook his head:
"The Police Force are outside. We can't make a big fuss. Don't worry, three hundred people are enough."
Uncle Chuan Bao, Axe Jun, and Lok Chi-ming looked at each other, utterly bewildered by Lin Feng's confidence.
At this moment, inside the mourning hall, there were more than a thousand Tung Sing members!
Lin Feng then continued to lecture Szeto Ho-Nam:
"If we were in North Point, even if that's Lui Yiu-Yeung's territory, there wouldn't be so many people standing in the mourning hall."
Szeto Ho-Nam was speechless, unable to retort.
How could he have imagined that Chan Tin-hung and the other two would turn the tables on him?
Besides, he was just the head of the Five Tigers and couldn't influence the opinions of the Tung Sing uncles at all.
Li Fu hung up the phone:
"Brother Feng, Jian Jun will bring people over."
"I've already had Dai Tau take people to protect the Triad Hospital first."
Lin Feng nodded slightly:
"There's nothing going on at the Triad Hospital, but it's still good to have people go to the hospital."
"We still need to give Mr. Chiang a sense of security."
"Call Brother Kun and inform him of the changes here. Remind him not to send anyone here casually."
Uncle Chuan Bao asked, puzzled:
"Still not sending people?"
Lin Feng smiled and shook his head:
"No, we can't send people."
"There are Police Force riot police outside. If any Triad sends people, that Triad will be arrested, and that Triad will be hit hard."
Szeto Ho-Nam's eyes lit up:
"Brother Feng, you have connections everywhere. Can you get the Police Force to come in?"
Uncle Chuan Bao angrily said:
"Are you crazy?"
"If the Police Force comes in, all of us will end up in the Police Station."
Szeto Ho-Nam smiled bitterly:
"But if the Police Force doesn't come in, Uncle Ben and the others won't be able to hold on."
Uncle Chuan Bao sneered:
"That's your Tung Sing's family affair!"
"Don't even think about your family dragging the entire underworld down."
Lin Feng, Axe Jun, and Lok Chi-ming all smiled without speaking.
All three of them had the same idea.
Tung Sing internal conflict?
Then let them have their internal conflict!
We can just watch from the sidelines.
You want to drag us into your internal conflict? Sorry, no way!
Szeto Ho-Nam angrily said:
"You… don't you have any underworld loyalty?!"
Lin Feng scoffed:
"You can let Chan Tin-hung and others, who murdered your own Dragon Head, act as filial sons and grandsons, yet you accuse us of lacking underworld loyalty?"
Uncle Chuan Bao, Axe Jun, and Lok Chi-ming were horrified:
"Szeto Ho-Nam, Tung Sing needs to give us an explanation."
"Killing your master and destroying your ancestors, yet still being safe and sound? Is your Tung Sing trying to uproot us?"
"These three guys must die!"
Szeto Ho-Nam was extremely agitated.
Axe Jun said leisurely:
"Now it's Tung Sing's internal conflict; it's hard to say who will win or lose."
"However, we all come out to make money."
"If Chan Tin-hung and the other two can perfectly pin the crime of killing Camel on Uncle Ben, and preserve loyalty…"
"Then we don't care."
What?
Szeto Ho-Nam's eyes widened:
"Axe Jun, are you kidding me?"
Uncle Chuan Bao also smiled:
"Mr. Wong is right. We lowlifess who are out here making a living, money comes first, right? Who wants to fight and kill?"
"The words 'loyalty and righteousness' are our talismans."
"If Chan Tin-hung and the other two really killed their master, then we certainly cannot tolerate them."
"However, if Ah Bun was the one who killed Camel, my Wo Luen Shing wouldn't mind continuing to associate with your Tung Sing."
Szeto Ho-Nam looked at Uncle Chuan Bao in disbelief:
"Uncle Chuan Bao, you are an elder of Wo Luen Shing…"
Uncle Chuan Bao said smugly:
"I can still represent Wo Luen Shing in making a promise."
Szeto Ho-Nam was furious. Is that what I meant?
He looked at Lin Feng and Lok Chi-ming with some despair.
Lin Feng and Lok Chi-ming exchanged glances, both with a hint of a smile in their eyes:
"Fighting and killing is not good. If your Tung Sing can resolve the dispute yourselves, that would be for the best."
Szeto Ho-Nam's heart sank.
Sure enough, no one in the underworld was a good person.
Everyone kept sneering.
Tung Sing's family affair, yet they wanted them to shed blood… Dream on!
Szeto Ho-Nam's hands trembled with anger:
"You… what about underworld loyalty?!"
Uncle Chuan Bao glared at him:
"Go ask around in the underworld, who here isn't more loyal than you?"
Axe Jun, recognized in the underworld as a skilled fighter and also a man of loyalty. If it weren't for him, Sun Yee On would have split long ago.
Lok Chi-ming, who went to jail for three years to take the blame for his boss, who wouldn't say he was loyal?
As for Lin Feng… who wouldn't envy Liang Kun's brotherhood with him?
"Don't keep spouting grand principles all day, truly believing you embody the principles themselves."
"Why don't you do something loyal yourself!"
Szeto Ho-Nam became even angrier!
Li Fu stepped forward and said:
"Brother Feng, I've already informed Brother Kun, but I can't persuade him."
"He's coming."
Lin Feng nodded slightly:
"Understood!"
Everyone was dying of envy. Even though they knew there was a trap, possibly even a death trap, in front of Camel's mourning hall, Liang Kun was still coming!
One must know that Liang Kun was no longer just the Mong Kok branch leader; he was the Dragon Head of Hung Hing, yet he was voluntarily coming to face danger. What loyalty!
Axe Jun and the others looked at Szeto Ho-Nam, their contemptuous gazes completely unconcealed.
Uncle Chuan Bao was both happy and worried:
"Liang Kun coming over, will there be any problems?"
Lin Feng said indifferently:
"Don't worry, I won't let Brother Kun fall into danger."
How could Uncle Chuan Bao be at ease?
Lui Yiu-Yeung had completely controlled the situation in the hall. With Ah Bun in his hands, the mourning hall was filled with the Three Tigers' men, and all the uncles were under his control.
Cheuk Kolok and Leopard refused, but then three machetes were pressed against their necks, leaving them no choice!
Lui Yiu-Yeung took the microphone and said:
"Fellow underworld comrades, this is a family matter of Tung Sing, and it shouldn't involve any of you."
"We asked you to stay because we want you to be witnesses."
"We don't want to be made scapegoats without understanding why!"
The underworld figures who came to pay their respects secretly cursed their bad luck.
Lui Yiu-Yeung said to Chan Tin-hung:
"Crow, release Uncle Ben. Let's see what he has to say?"
Crow said, dissatisfied:
"It's just you two who always do these flashy things. If you ask me, for Ah Bun, one chop would have been enough."
Lui Yiu-Yeung and Ng Chi-Wai were helpless.
Uncle Ben finally managed to speak, his face dark as he said, "You three truly deserve to die."
"Killing Camel wasn't enough, you even wanted to kill me?!"
A commotion broke out among the crowd.
Lui Yiu-Yeung laughed heartily, a hint of sorrow in his tone: "What did I just say? Tung Sing's uncles don't want to avenge the Dragon Head; they want to slander us."
"They want to slander us, these three filial sons and grandsons!"
"How can a person be so shameless?"
Uncle Ben was dumbfounded:
How could a person be so shameless?
Camel was killed by these three, and they even attacked twice, ultimately suffocating Camel to death in his hospital bed!
Yet they spoke as if they were the wronged ones.
Would anyone believe such people?
Uncle Ben turned his head and suddenly noticed that everyone in the mourning hall was filled with righteous indignation, their eyes burning with fire!
However, this wasn't directed at the three, but at himself!
This is bad!
Uncle Ben was so scared his soul nearly flew out, and he shouted loudly: "Lui Yiu-Yeung, you successively sent hitmen to assassinate Camel and Chiang Tin-Sung, but both were lucky and you didn't succeed."
"You still didn't give up, and actually suffocated Camel to death in his hospital bed!"
"These are the good deeds you've done."
"How do you have the nerve to pin this blame on me?"
"Brothers, don't be deceived by Lui Yiu-Yeung!"
"The ones who murdered the Dragon Head are these three."
"I originally intended to have them brought to justice on the seventh day to avenge Camel, but I never expected them to turn the tables on me!"
"You must distinguish right from wrong!"
Below the mourning hall, the groups were clearly divided: on one side were the clamoring observation groups, and on the other were the solemn Tung Sing disciples.
Uncle Ben's heart sank, and he cried out in despair: "You don't believe me?"
Lui Yiu-Yeung was even more "desperate," shouting louder than him: "Since ancient times, who has escaped death? Let loyalty illuminate the annals of history!"
"How wronged we are! This is all the uncles' scheme."
"They are incompetent and useless, which led to the Dragon Head's death."
"They are a bunch of good-for-nothings who couldn't find those hitmen, and now they want Tung Sing's pillars to take the blame."
"You all knew about the Dragon Head's cause of death announced by the uncles, didn't you?"
"If I remember correctly… they announced that the Dragon Head was killed by hitmen, couldn't be saved, and then died!"
"Is that right?"
The Tung Sing disciples shouted loudly: "Right!"
Lui Yiu-Yeung pointed at his attire: "This is the mourning attire of a filial son and grandson. If, as Uncle Ben said, we killed the Dragon Head, would the uncles still let us wear mourning clothes?"
"Isn't that disgusting to the Dragon Head?"
"Who would do such a thing?"
"Is that right?"
The Tung Sing disciples were emotional: "Right!"
Lui Yiu-Yeung angrily said: "Uncle Ben's words are a slap in his own face."
"Who would let a murderer wear mourning clothes?"
"Uncle Ben keeps saying that we, the Three Tigers, killed the Dragon Head, but why didn't he say so before? Why did he let us wear mourning clothes?"
"This is self-contradictory!"
"Brothers, Uncle Ben is getting anxious!"
"He sees that you don't believe his nonsense, he's getting anxious!"
"Not just Uncle Ben, look at the old guys we've caught; aren't they all anxious?"
The Tung Sing disciples indeed looked at the uncles nearby, and as Lui Yiu-Yeung said, their faces were all dark and filled with anxiety.
"They're anxious!"
The sound was deafening, as if it would overturn the roof.
Lui Yiu-Yeung's voice grew even more sorrowful: "That means we did the right thing."
"Brothers, we did the right thing, and they're anxious."
"They are desperate to fool us, even at the cost of making the Dragon Head's filial sons and grandsons take the blame for them."
"This way, they will continue to fool us."
"With such uncles in the company, how can we not be disheartened?"
"The Dragon Head was fooled by such people. I slaughtered the entire family of Sai B, what a magnificent feat that was."
"What was the result?"
"Under the manipulation of these people, the Dragon Head actually paid compensation to Hung Hing!"
"Do you know who led the negotiations? It was Uncle Ben!"
Ah Bun cursed: "Lui Yiu-Yeung, you should know how important it is for us to maintain our relationship with Hung Hing. Do you really want to start a major war between the two Triads?"
Lin Feng sighed softly: "Uncle Ben is confused!"
Chuen Bo's heart sank: "Ah Bun is truly confused."
"Isn't this just stirring up the anger of the grassroots subordinates?"
"How would the lower-level members know about the movements of Tung Sing's high-ranking officials?"
"We are in danger!"
Everyone nodded.
This world is unequal, and even more so within Triads.
The upper and middle echelons of a Triad are generally well-off—Fire Shit, that poor guy, doesn't count!
Even Fire Shit, he never had to worry about food or drink.
The top tier is even more impressive; if someone doesn't have millions in savings, they'd be laughed at!
What about the bottom tier?
Not to mention the Blue Lanterns, who aren't official Triad members, let's talk about the Red Lanterns. If they follow the right boss, they might solve their basic needs.
If they follow the wrong boss, going hungry three times a day, or nine times in three days, is common!
The Number Gang's Thirteen Protectors of Ci Yun Shan were impressive, right? They still often went hungry, and in the end, couldn't bear it and switched professions.
No choice!
Not eating enough leads to death!
The disparity between Triads is that great!
Actually, this is nothing; the information gap is even more significant.
Take Tung Sing and Hung Hing as an example: as soon as the subordinates from both Triads meet, they'll exchange barbs, and in serious cases, even come to blows!
Why?
Mortal enemies!
The higher-ups all promote this idea: Tung Sing and Hung Hing are true mortal enemies!
Between the two Triads, who knows how many lower-level subordinates have bled and been injured for this.
But in reality?
Where are there Triads with mortal enemies in the underworld?
Even if a Hall Master is killed by the other side, negotiations still have to take place.
Again, taking Tung Sing and Hung Hing as an example, when Ba Bi died, Hung Hing not only paid a sum of money but also contributed two Golden Triangle routes.
When Sai B's entire family was buried alive, Tung Sing still paid compensation, and not only that, but also had to contribute a considerable amount of territory.
People join the underworld to make money!
Fighting and killing not only hinders earning—aren't those medical expenses, lost wages, nutritional fees, and pensions money? Aren't the tea money and travel expenses for subordinates money?
If everyone goes to fight, is business not done? Is no money made?
And that's not all!
When two Triads fight, causing social unrest, the Police Force will target you first.
Ultimately, a Triad is a business; making money comes first.
Fighting can never be about just fighting.
Actual operation is one thing, but truly doing it is another.
Those in Triads all hope to fight and kill to establish their achievements. If you don't let them fight and kill, how can they climb the ranks?
So many foolish subordinates join Triads every year; if you don't let them fight, how will they be weeded out?
To harvest leeks well, there must be a loud and grand slogan.
Loyalty and righteousness are not enough.
Adding "doing things for Grandfather" is about right.
If they knew that they were passionately doing things for Grandfather, and Grandfather turned around and sold them out… that would be the current scene.
Lui Yiu-Yeung laughed uproariously, his laughter filled with sorrow.
Lin Feng commented: "It's a real shame this guy didn't become an actor."
Every gesture, every little expression, it's absolutely brilliant!
Anyone who didn't know the inside story would look and exclaim, "Wow!"
This man is a great loyal subject of Tung Sing!
Little did they know, it was these three filial sons who had just killed Camel, and they also wanted to kill the fourth Dragon Head of Tung Sing.
Lui Yiu-Yeung sighed to the heavens: "To think that our thirty thousand Tung Sing brothers bled and sacrificed for Grandfather, only to be met with you, Tung Sing's Ah Bun, colluding with Hung Hing!"
"I don't agree!"
The Tung Sing disciples in the mourning hall all joined Lui Yiu-Yeung, their faces full of anger, shouting loudly: "We don't agree!"
Lui Yiu-Yeung shouted: "Today, in the presence of the Dragon Head, we will eliminate traitors!"
Thousands of disciples roared loudly: "Eliminate traitors, eliminate traitors!"
Lui Yiu-Yeung turned and yelled: "Chan Tin-hung, what are you waiting for?!"
Chan Tin-hung sneered, swung his knife, and Uncle Ben's horrified head had already flown two circles in the air.
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Chapter 218 Thunder Security Company Makes Its Debut
The entire hall was silent!
Everyone was stunned!
Uncle Ben is dead?
The fourth Dragon Head of Tung Sing, who had just taken office two days ago, Tung Sing's major financier, a veteran elder, was actually dead!
Bang!
The head fell heavily to the ground, Uncle Ben died with his eyes wide open.
Lui Yiu-Yeung, full of vigor, seized the opportunity to shout:
"We must eliminate the treacherous officials of the Triad! We must avenge the Dragon Head!"
"Uncle Ben and a group of other uncles conspired to ambush the Dragon Head with Knife Hand, causing the Dragon Head to be severely wounded and die tragically."
"We must avenge the Dragon Head in front of the mourning hall."
"Every single one of those uncles, they cannot be allowed to escape."
"Tung Sing cannot tolerate their existence."
"If they gain power, we will never have a burial place!"
As the saying goes, when a crowd exceeds ten thousand, their intelligence is halved.
The disciples in front of the mourning hall all fell into a frenzy, completely failing to hear the trap in Lui Yiu-Yeung's words. Unbeknownst to them, Lui Yiu-Yeung had linked "the murderer of Camel" with Uncle Ben, and even included the Tung Sing uncles.
The Tung Sing uncles were greatly alarmed, and someone shouted loudly:
"Lui Yiu-Yeung, you traitor who bullies your master and destroys your ancestors, we should have killed you long ago!"
Someone else said:
"Brothers of Tung Sing, do not fall for the schemes of those three rebellious disciples; they are the ones who murdered Camel."
Someone loudly cried out:
"We are all members of the Tung Sing Triad, we are all Grandfather's people, we cannot kill each other and become a laughing stock..."
Lin Feng's expression was stern as he said to everyone:
"Let's retreat. The Tung Sing uncles are doomed."
"After Ah Bun died, no capable person stepped forward. What's the difference between saying these things and not saying them at all?"
"Most importantly, almost all of the Tung Sing disciples in front of the mourning hall are on the other side."
"What were they thinking, to hope that these people would listen to them?"
"A bunch of fools!"
Chuen Bo immediately said:
"Mr. Lin is right, let's retreat quickly."
Szeto Ho-Nam was dazed and motionless; Lin Feng had to pull him.
"How could this be?"
"How could this be?"
As far as the eye could see, the Tung Sing people were killing each other. In a short amount of time, several uncles had already fallen in pools of blood.
As for Leopard and Cheuk Kolok, they rushed to grab Uncle Ben's body first and were immediately cut down.
Ho Yong was stunned:
"Big Brother... what should we do?"
Szeto Ho-Nam was dazed, muttering:
"They're crazy, they're all crazy!"
But he didn't answer Ho Yong's question.
Lin Feng said indifferently:
"Just stay here and don't move. Not all of Tung Sing's uncles are here; many of them are in Amsterdam."
"If all of you get killed, then it will truly fulfill the wishes of these three bastards."
Szeto Ho-Nam glared fiercely at Lin Feng:
"Doesn't this just fulfill your wishes?"
Lin Feng mocked:
"Idiot!"
"How did you become the leader of these Five Tigers?"
"These three guys have already started, and there's no turning back."
"They started with a bloodbath in the mourning hall, so they must continue."
"Internal cleansing is the first step; the second step is external expansion."
"Otherwise, once they relax, the internal forces of Tung Sing will backlash and swallow these guys first."
"Do you think they will let us go?"
Chuen Bo, Axe Jun, and Lok Chi-ming were all moved.
Szeto Ho-Nam said in disbelief:
"These three guys have already controlled Tung Sing, do they still dare to attack you?"
Lin Feng sighed:
"Uncle Ben didn't die in vain. He was surrounded by brainless idiots; he truly didn't die in vain."
Szeto Ho-Nam instinctively felt that Lin Feng was scolding him, but he had no evidence.
"Who the hell told you that Lui Yiu-Yeung and the other two control Tung Sing?"
"Most of the people in the mourning hall are just their underlings."
"Less than half of the Tung Sing uncles in Hong Kong came to the mourning hall."
"The other half didn't come to offer condolences."
"Furthermore, how many Tung Sing uncles are there in Amsterdam? Would they agree to these three guys taking charge of Tung Sing?"
"You're overthinking it!"
Szeto Ho-Nam's mouth hung open, speechless for a long time.
Chuen Bo sighed:
"After Camel and Ah Bun left, Tung Sing is truly not as good as the older generation."
"The three young men in front of the mourning hall are not bad, but unfortunately, these three guys are rebels."
Chuen Bo sighed, but a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes—it's better for Tung Sing to decline, so Wo Luen Shing can profit more.
Szeto Ho-Nam's mouth twitched slightly:
"Brother Feng, you said these three guys won't let it go... So what will they do?"
Lin Feng looked at Szeto Ho-Nam with a strange expression,
"These three have only temporarily usurped the power of Tung Sing. To get the Tung Sing uncles to acknowledge them, they need to achieve great merits."
"So they will definitely have to achieve merits."
Szeto Ho-Nam shook his head:
"Everyone who came to observe the ceremony today are friends of Tung Sing. If they go to war with any of them, it would not be in Tung Sing's interest."
Chuen Bo couldn't help but say:
"Will they consider Tung Sing's interests?"
"Are you crazy?!"
"They are considering how to save their own lives!"
"At this time, what they need to do is to control the emperor to command the feudal lords."
"Do you know what that means?"
Szeto Ho-Nam wanted to shake his head, but he had a hunch that if he really did that, Chuen Bo would scold him to death!
"These three rebellious disciples will definitely choose a Triad to declare war on."
"And it might even be a Triad that could destroy Tung Sing."
Szeto Ho-Nam was greatly alarmed:
"Why is that?"
Chuen Bo snorted coldly:
"Don't you understand?"
"Only in this way will they force the Tung Sing uncles to ignore the fact that the three of them killed Camel and Ah Bun."
"At this time, only by uniting Tung Sing can the Triad avoid collapsing."
"As long as they hold out for three days, it's equivalent to the Tung Sing uncles tacitly approving what they did before."
"This way, the crisis will be temporarily resolved."
Szeto Ho-Nam murmured:
"Is that so?"
Chuen Bo muttered:
"Aren't you the leader of the Tung Sing Five Tigers?"
"This performance, why is it like a rookie?"
A rookie?!
Szeto Ho-Nam's face alternated between green and pale!
The dignified leader of the Tung Sing Five Tigers was actually judged to be a rookie, which was truly shameful.
If it were anyone else, Szeto Ho-Nam would have slapped them long ago.
Unfortunately, Chuen Bo was a famous uncle of Wo Luen Shing.
He was not someone others could offend casually.
Let's put it this way, even if you killed Chui Gei, the Dragon Head of Wo Luen Shing, you might still get away with it.
But, try to touch Chuen Bo?
Li Fu said softly:
"Brother Feng, our people are outside, should we let them come over?"
Lin Feng smiled:
"No hurry, let's see what Lui Yiu-Yeung and the others will do."
"Let's see who they choose!"
Li Fu quietly retreated, but his phone was never hung up, allowing Wang Jianjun outside to understand the situation in the mourning hall in real time.
Lui Yiu-Yeung was currently giving a passionate speech, spitting as he spoke:
"The Tung Sing uncles just said they found the murderer, and Uncle Ben also said they found the murderer."
"But the murderers they put forward are the three of us."
"Are we the murderers?"
"Are there murderers who wear mourning clothes for the Dragon Head?"
The Tung Sing underlings roared:
"No!"
Lui Yiu-Yeung shouted loudly:
"No!"
"Then why were the Tung Sing uncles so eager to elect a Dragon Head? They didn't even dare to let the Dragon Head lie in state for three days. They didn't even wait for the Dragon Head's seventh day after death to pass."
"They eagerly elected a new Dragon Head."
"What are they trying to do?"
The minds of the underlings were completely led by him:
"Why?"
Lui Yiu-Yeung said loudly:
"They are selling out the gang!"
"Chiang Tin-Sung of Hung Hing was also attacked along with the Dragon Head. Why did the Dragon Head die, but Chiang Tin-Sung is still alive?"
"There is only one truth—that is, Uncle Ben conspired with Hung Hing to stage a bitter trick."
"They precisely killed the Dragon Head, only severely injuring Chiang Tin-Sung."
"Now their goal has been achieved, and we are killing each other because of their scheme..."
Lui Yiu-Yeung pointed to the bloodstains in front of the mourning hall and said,
"The people who died were originally elite big brothers of our Tung Sing, but they ended up killing each other because of Hung Hing's scheme."
"They stood by and watched us do such things that pain our loved ones and gladden our enemies."
"Don't they deserve to die?"
All of Tung Sing's underlings' eyes turned red, and they shouted loudly:
"Hung Hing deserves to die! Hung Hing deserves to die!"
Thanks to the propaganda from the upper echelons of the Triad, Tung Sing's underlings were exceptionally excited.
Fighting Hung Hing, this didn't even need propaganda.
Why do they say "Hung Hing fights, Tung Sing sells out?"
Is Hung Hing very good at fighting?
Kill them!
The eyes of Tung Sing's underlings were all red!
Szeto Ho-Nam's face turned green.
Things had actually been predicted by Chuen Bo. Lui Yiu-Yeung and these three guys really chose a Triad for Tung Sing to go to war with, one that could be annihilated if they weren't careful.
Szeto Ho-Nam strongly suspected that Lui Yiu-Yeung was using public office for private revenge.
But he had no proof.
If Lin Feng knew Szeto Ho-Nam's thoughts, he would definitely kick him. If he was so particular about evidence, why join a Triad? Wouldn't it be better to be a police officer?!
Lui Yiu-Yeung shouted loudly:
"Where is Hung Hing's envoy?"
"Let's get rid of him and avenge Tung Sing first."
Szeto Ho-Nam suddenly shuddered and realized, making the most correct decision:
"Brother Feng, you must leave quickly!"
"After you leave, I only ask you to tell Dragon Head Li that we Tung Sing have no intention of going to war with your Hung Hing."
Szeto Ho-Nam was about to speak, but a large hand was already on his shoulder. With a slight push, he was already moved aside.
Lin Feng pulled out a megaphone from somewhere, tested it twice, and instantly became the focus of everyone.
Lui Yiu-Yeung, Chan Tin-hung, and Ng Chi-Wai's pupils suddenly contracted. It was Lin Feng who came from Hung Hing?!
"Lui Yiu-Yeung, it's a pity you don't act."
"Haven't you noticed, Chan Tin-hung and Ng Chi-Wai look at you like you're a lunatic."
"You three who murdered your master, do you think no one knows what you did besides Uncle Ben?"
"Then you are mistaken."
"We found the group of blade-wielders you hired a long time ago, and they haven't been dealt with yet."
"Uncle Ben said he wanted them to come out and identify you in front of the entire underworld on Camel's seventh day, but I'm very cautious in doing things, so I asked for them from Uncle Ben."
"Uncle Ben and Tung Sing's uncles were just soft-hearted. We Hung Hing had already obtained evidence a long time ago and were ready to bring you to justice."
"Unfortunately, Uncle Ben was unwilling, and Tung Sing's uncles were also unwilling, saying it would harm Camel's reputation."
"What's the result? Those Tung Sing uncles who didn't agree back then have now also been harmed by you."
"What, you still want to declare war on us Hung Hing?"
"Do you even have the qualifications for that?"
Chan Tin-hung snatched the microphone from Lui Yiu-Yeung's hand and shouted:
"Lin Feng of Hung Hing is here, kill him!"
Lin Feng sneered:
"Just a bunch of trash!"
Chuen Bo, Axe Jun, Lok Chi-ming, and Szeto Ho-Nam all turned green.
There were thousands of Tung Sing Young and Dangerous in this hall, and Lin Feng still dared to mock them?
Was he crazy?
The four looked at each other, somewhat stunned.
Lin Feng smiled and reminded them:
"You can get out of the way."
The four were immediately tempted.
However, they didn't have much time to consider. Chuen Bo immediately said:
"I'm an old man with one foot in the grave. Those three guys are already crazy. They might get rid of you and then come back to get rid of me. I'm no match for them."
"I'll stand with you."
Lok Chi-ming shrugged:
"I owe you a favor. I'll fight alongside you."
Axe Jun sighed:
"I wanted to run by myself, but the Big Boss told me to stand with you, so I definitely won't run."
Szeto Ho-Nam said in a deep voice:
"Brother Feng, run quickly! Just hope that after you run out, you'll tell Brother Kun that going to war with Hung Hing was not our original intention."
Lin Feng looked at the four:
"You guys are good."
The four were truly convinced. At a time like this, he was still so composed?
The four were standing at the back of the hall. Even if they stood further back, they were still inside the hall. Tung Sing's Young and Dangerous were already rushing over, howling.
Lin Feng looked at the swarm of Young and Dangerous and sneered:
"Trash is just trash!"
Li Fu said coldly:
"Jian Jun, it's up to you!"
Boom!
A loud noise echoed through the hall.
Everyone fell silent.
Five riot control vehicles directly rushed in, bypassed Lin Feng and the others, and crashed straight into Tung Sing's Young and Dangerous.
Bang, bang, bang!
Amidst the horrifying screams, the hall descended into chaos.
A no-man's-land was even created in front of Lin Feng.
A team of fully armed security personnel quickly exited the vehicles, fully equipped with pepper spray, rubber batons, riot shields, and hoods.
This team formed a formation and steadily advanced.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
The sound of rubber batons hitting people actually had a unique aesthetic.
If it weren't for the screams of Tung Sing's Young and Dangerous mixed in, it would definitely be the most beautiful music!
The five riot control vehicles actually formed two defensive lines.
Da da da!
Before Tung Sing's Young and Dangerous could react, several rows of fully armed people walked in through the broken opening, lining up.
They marched with steady steps, passing Lin Feng, and heading towards the mourning hall.
Lui Yiu-Yeung cursed:
"Damn it!"
Chan Tin-hung roared:
"Lin Feng, you actually disregarded the rules of the underworld and called the police?"
Lin Feng pulled out the megaphone and shouted:
"Those with dark hearts see everything as dark, judging others by themselves, eh?"
"To deal with you, I will naturally use the rules of the underworld."
"Don't worry, you're not important enough for me to use underhanded tactics."
Chan Tin-hung was furious:
"Isn't this the Police Force's riot squad?"
Lin Feng sneered:
"lowlifess are lowlifess, truly pathetic."
"These are my Security Company's personnel!"
"Jian Jun!"
"Let them see your heroic spirit!"
In the middle of the row of people closest to Tung Sing, one person lifted his mask and kept sneering at the Tung Sing group:
"To deal with trash like you, we don't even need Hung Hing's elites."
"My Causeway Bay is enough!"
"All units, form three-person squads, attack!"
Everyone shouted in unison, their voices shaking the roof.
Although it was three hundred people shouting, the effect far exceeded that of Tung Sing's thousands of Young and Dangerous.
With Wang Jianjun's command, the Security Company personnel had already formed three-person squads—one person holding a shield forward, two people with rubber batons and pepper spray behind.
The shield bearer moved forward, and the rubber batons and pepper spray on both sides sprayed out simultaneously.
Although Tung Sing's Young and Dangerous were numerous, their contact surface was limited. Coupled with the fact that they were all a disorganized mob, the front two rows of people were beaten, crying for their parents and screaming non-stop.
The beaten Tung Sing Young and Dangerous wanted to retreat, but the people behind wanted to move forward, causing a stalemate.
The Security Company personnel didn't care about any of this; they just beat anyone they caught with all their might.
Inside the hall, there was no other sound except the shouts of Tung Sing's Young and Dangerous.
Chuen Bo, Axe Jun, Lok Chi-ming, and Szeto Ho-Nam were all stunned.
They watched from afar as the Causeway Bay Security Company personnel fought like ironmen.
Chuen Bo swallowed:
"Mr. Lin, are you telling me these are your subordinates?"
"Causeway Bay's action team?"
Lok Chi-ming gave a dry laugh:
"Brother Feng, this group of people is too shocking, aren't they?"
Axe Jun's expression was solemn:
"These people beat others like machines, even more brutal than the Police Force."
Szeto Ho-Nam's mouth twitched:
"That's right, this is Hung Hing Causeway Bay's action team, the Thunder Security Company's personnel."
"I've seen them. Every day, a team of them is on duty in Causeway Bay."
Axe Jun was stunned to hear this:
"What's going on?"
"On duty?"
Szeto Ho-Nam gave a wry smile:
"You moved out of Causeway Bay early, so you don't understand how Brother Feng's Security Company operates."
"They have signed security agreements with all merchants in Hung Hing's jurisdiction—even fruit baskets. If they encounter Young and Dangerous harassment, these merchants will directly call Thunder Security."
Axe Jun couldn't help but glance at the front of the mourning hall, and his face changed again:
"Causeway Bay's action team is too formidable."
In just this short conversation, this group of people had actually forced Tung Sing's men to retreat three meters away from the armored vehicles.
Tung Sing's men's morale plummeted.
Screams were everywhere.
Axe Jun couldn't help but swallow:
"Good thing I moved early, otherwise, who the hell could compare with these guys?"
"I don't think the Police Force could either, right?"
Lin Feng looked at him in surprise:
"Don't you know that our Security Company trains with the Flying Tigers?"
Huh?
Chuen Bo, Axe Jun, Szeto Ho-Nam, and Lok Chi-ming's jaws almost dropped.
A Triad action team training with the Flying Tigers, what kind of outrageous operation was this?
Lin Feng shrugged:
"As for combat effectiveness, our Thunder Security only had two rounds of competition with the Flying Tigers, and then they stopped competing."
Axe Jun let out a long sigh:
"Being able to spar with the Flying Tigers is a rare experience."
Lin Feng pouted:
"They're too weak. Both times, they couldn't last half an hour—we don't play chess with bad players!"