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Xu Lang glanced at the two of them, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
"remember-"
"I don't want them to die, I want them to live on their knees!"
"And then watch them lose everything!"
……
Abandoned warehouse in West Kowloon.
Cai Dafa, Li Daya, Long Fei, Liu Yongxing and others sat around an old iron table, the atmosphere tense.
Chapter 421 Rules are not a joke!
"Xu Lang has gone mad!"
"He's going to crush all of us old gangs!"
Cai Dafa slammed his fist on the table, his face grim.
Do you think he was really just warning us?
"He can beat anyone now, he'll personally take action, and he won't be satisfied until he's beaten your family to a pulp!"
Li Daya gritted his teeth, his eyes red.
"When he hit me, I really wanted to shoot him with a firearm!"
"Damn it, I can't swallow this!"
Long Fei puffed on his cigarette and gave the group a cold, menacing look.
"We can't wait any longer!"
"Today it's us, tomorrow it could be you!"
"He's keeping a low profile on the surface, but in reality he wants to take over all the gangs."
If you don't stand up, you'll be the next one to fall!
Liu Yongxing remained silent for a few seconds before slowly speaking.
"I contacted Tojoyama branch, and he's preparing to have 447 cooperate with us to launch a full-scale riot!"
"Strike at the same time and disrupt his peripheral businesses!"
"He'll be too busy running around to protect so many venues!"
"Then we took advantage of the chaos to carve out a piece of territory and establish ourselves!"
"This is the last chance!"
Several people looked at each other.
After a moment, they all nodded.
"Dry!"
……
three days later.
The night air on Hong Kong Island was cooler than usual, and thugs from triads frequently appeared on the streets and alleys, with news of fights, robberies, and disturbances coming one after another.
Small gangs would temporarily take sides, some would flee at night, and some would have a pig thrown at their doorstep—those were the most direct ways for old gangs to declare war.
The underworld is in complete chaos.
Meanwhile, the Tung Sing gang acted as if they hadn't participated at all, quietly going about their business.
Record companies remained open as usual, nightclubs continued to be bustling, logistics trucks set sail fully loaded, counterfeit money factories doubled their production capacity, and jewelry stores saw record-breaking purchases.
At this moment, Xu Lang led his men out of the main hall.
His first stop was Yau Ma Lane.
It was a small gang stronghold that had recently secretly sided with Liu Yongxing.
Xu Lang stood at the door without saying a word, only glancing at their leader.
The leader immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, handing over the keys and ledgers with both hands.
The second stop was a warehouse at the North Port, where the Yamaguchi-gumi had planted spies.
Xu Lang went in, but didn't make a move or get angry. He just sat there smoking for fifteen minutes.
Fifteen minutes later, all of those informants disappeared, and from then on, no one dared to mention their names again.
The third stop was the South Bay area, where a nightclub, nominally neutral, was actually stealing money from the Tung Sing gang.
Xu Lang has arrived.
Without saying a word, he picked up his glass, took a sip, and left.
The next day, the boss jumped into the sea. No one claimed his body, and the venue was renamed and marked with the Dongxing logo.
His series of actions were swift and decisive, showing no mercy, yet no one dared to accuse him of cruelty.
By the seventh day, the tense atmosphere in Hong Kong's underworld had become as thick as a stale, stagnant soup.
Contact between the groups became extremely cautious. People dared not make phone calls casually, and face-to-face meetings could only be held in unfinished buildings or parking lots without cameras. They even had to carry each other while walking, for fear of bumping into Xu Lang's men around the corner.
Those small and medium-sized organizations that were still observing finally realized that this was no joke, no life-or-death struggle.
This is Xu Lang clearing out the field; it's a real blood transfusion.
Xu Lang did not stop.
Late that night, an abandoned car factory in the north of the city was suddenly surrounded by a group of people. More than a dozen vans came from all directions to block the way. The doors opened, and rows of men in black shirts got out. They were all uniform and had no markings, but their movements were perfectly synchronized.
At the very front, a black minivan slowly came to a stop.
Xu Lang got out of the car, followed by the white-clad assassins Aji and Lei Yaoyang, as well as several key members of the Alpha Commando Team.
Chapter 422 If you want to die, then go down there yourself!
This is no ordinary operation.
This is a warning.
This abandoned car factory is a secret gathering place for Liu Yongxing's men. Sixty percent of the clues for the recent vandalism and rioting operations on Hong Kong Island came from here.
Information about peripheral logistics, staff arrangements for nightclubs, and even circuit diagrams for certain facilities belonging to the Tung Sing Gang all leaked out from this place.
Xu Lang didn't speak immediately. He simply walked into the car factory, put his hands in his pockets, and scanned the dozen or so gang leaders in the area.
They were drinking around a plastic table, while several scantily clad women were dancing in the center of the room.
The venue was brightly lit and the music was deafening, but as soon as Xu Lang's footsteps sounded, everyone stopped.
"Xu...Xu Lang?"
A younger thug stared wide-eyed, as if he'd seen a ghost.
Xu Lang did not answer and continued walking forward.
"Brother Lang, it's a misunderstanding, a real misunderstanding. We just came here for a few drinks, we didn't know you..."
"Snapped!"
Lei Yaoyang raised his hand and slapped the man, making him roll over on the spot.
"You know shit!"
"You were drinking so enthusiastically, do you even realize how much information you've been feeding off?"
"Do you think that just because you took some money from Tojo, you can live a peaceful life forever?"
The man's mouth was full of blood as he lay on the ground, shaking his head desperately.
"It wasn't me! It was...it was Ah Zhong, he did it..."
"Oh?"
Xu Lang finally spoke, his tone indifferent.
"Where is Ah Zhong?"
A few seconds later, two commandos dragged Ah Zhong out of the toilet, a cigarette still in his mouth and his pants not even pulled up properly.
"Put me down! Do you know who I am? I..."
"who are you?"
Xu Lang suddenly appeared in front of him, his gaze calm and devoid of any emotion.
"You're one of Liu Yongxing's men!"
"You're in charge of external liaison; your job is intelligence communication!"
"To whom did you send the dispatch schedule for our logistics routes?"
Ah Zhong was stunned for a moment, then forced a cold laugh.
"I do not know what you're talking about!"
Xu Lang nodded.
"is it?"
He raised his hand, and Aji handed him a tablet from the side.
Click to open.
The footage shows Ah-Chung personally handing a stack of documents to Matsui's subordinate; the shot is clear and the angle is precise.
Ah Zhong's face turned pale instantly.
"This isn't me...this isn't me..."
"Your stubbornness won't work!"
Xu Lang looked at him indifferently.
"You people are just too greedy!"
"In the past, a bowl of rice was enough to fill you up, but now you want a whole table of food and expect others to pay for it!"