Chapter 116

Shenshi Sheng opened the briefcase in disbelief; the stench of blood was overwhelming. Seeing those fifteen human heads, he looked up at Chen Jiajun in disbelief.

His expression could not hide the truth. Deng Bo and Pan Laoda exchanged a glance, immediately sensing the gravity of the situation.

The two stood up immediately: "You talk slowly, we are leaving first."

A Wo Shing senior member hurriedly helped Deng Bo up, while the newly promoted Red Pole of Changyi, Shijiu, and the Zha FIT Ren Huazhi hurriedly moved to protect their Big Brother.

A great battle was on the verge of breaking out!

"Apiao! I'll screw your mother and your whole family!"

Baohua rolled up his sleeves, let out a roar, and charged straight forward.

Shenshi Sheng immediately pulled out a Handgun and pulled the Trigger!

"Swish!"

"Bang!"

Shenshi Sheng's movements were fast, yet someone's speed was faster. Tian Yangsheng grabbed a fruit knife from the table, used it directly as a throwing knife, and struck Shenshi Sheng's wrist. However, the bullet still fired, only it lost its aim and hit the ceiling!

"Damn it! You even brought a gun up here!" Deng Bo looked back and cursed loudly, while the Wo Shing senior member supported Deng Bo and ran outside.

This gunshot marked the prologue for tonight!

"Roar!!!"

Dumu let out a wild roar and dove straight into the crowd of Hongle, grabbing Shenshi Sheng by the sleeve as if he were a four or five-year-old child, and smashed him into the ceiling!

Lao Yu stood in front of Big Brother. Tian Yangsheng charged into the chaotic crowd, and Baohua was already riding on Piao Ge's head, outputting crazy attacks.

From the first floor to the third floor, the Hongle senior members pulled out Machetes one after another and ran frantically toward the third floor.

And at the same time.

From the street corner of Stanley Street, countless Hongle blade-wielders rushed out, charging wildly toward the Young Demon Slaves.

……

"Block the road!"

"Let them fight!"

Liao Zhizong, who had arrived late, immediately picked up his walkie-talkie and roared.

"YES, SIR!"

The Uniformed Police immediately drove away all citizens and passersby, but just then, a group of people dressed as Reporters suddenly rushed out, frantically taking photos of the Police and the Stanley Street behind them.

The Young Demon Slaves took off their coats, revealing the professional uniforms of "Hongxing Property," tied red scarves around their heads, and took out wrenches, shovels, brooms, hammers, and crowbars—in short, tools other than knives, sticks, or clubs—and unfurled a long red banner!

They shouted in unison, striding forward:

"Oppose the Triad!"

"Give us back our social order!"

"Urban safety first! Citizen safety first!"

The Young Demon Slaves "roared like an army," fearlessly striding toward the Hongle blade-wielders.

"Chen Jiajun! I'll screw you!"

Seeing this scene, Liao Zhizong felt like he was going to vomit blood. He realized that Hongle was going to capsize in the gutter today.

Today, Chen Jiajun's public identity was Chairman of Guojun Technology, enthusiastic citizen Mr. Chen, and a philanthropist who donated 50 million!

Even if he were caught and sent to Stanley Prison, he would likely have a large group of high-profile Lawyers to represent him for free.

But tonight, Hongle's Majai were holding Machetes, shouting: "Hongle brothers, let's go together, hack those bastards from Hongxing to death."

Chen Jiajun's brothers were all wearing the property company's uniforms, shouting "Oppose the Triad, give us back our social order."

Even if the head of the Anti-Triad Unit, Hu Zhuoren, came over, he would have to give a thumbs up and praise the Hongxing boys as good citizens!

Plus, this group of Reporters who had been arranged to be there were filming the scene.

What is called professional!

This is called professional!

Liao Zhizong immediately picked up his walkie-talkie, his neck turning red, and he roared at the top of his lungs: "Are you all idiots! What are you standing there for! Hurry up and go, arrest all the Hongle boys for me!"

Two hundred Uniformed Police holding shields could no longer care about anything else at this moment, and they charged from the end of the street toward the two groups of people colliding together.

Otherwise, tomorrow, their Hong Kong Royal Police would definitely be on the front page of every newspaper:

"Shocking! Triad society Hongle bullies innocent citizens, Police remain indifferent!"

"Shocking! Are we taxpayers supporting a group of dirty cops?"

Thinking of this, Liao Zhizong felt like he was going to explode, and he immediately called for reinforcements!

……

The Hongle blade-wielders and the "Hongxing Property" Young Demon Slaves collided!

"Don't let a single Hongxing boy live!"

"Brothers, hack the Hongxing boys to death!"

"Raise the banner of Hongle!"

The Hongle blade-wielders turned into waves of people surging forward, raising their Machetes to hack and smash at the other side; ding, ding, ding, blades and iron rods collided with each other.

Regardless of anything else, tonight, as long as they were Hongxing boys, not a single one was to be left alive!

And the Young Demon Slaves, holding wrenches, shovels, brooms, hammers, and crowbars, also charged up.

In a chaotic brawl, the difference between knives and sticks is not great; iron rods, wrenches, and these kinds of tools are convenient, sturdy, and more stable.

Moreover, their physical fitness was countless times stronger than these Hongle boys.

Almost before the Uniformed Police could rush over, they had already let the Hongle boys know what the pinnacle of a street fight was!

"Ah!"

"Squish!"

The Hongle Boys let out bursts of miserable screams.

The young demon slaves wearing "Hongxing Property" uniforms surged with unstoppable momentum, pushing forward all the way with actions even more disciplined than the street thugs!

The Uniformed Police who rushed up from behind immediately arrested these beaten Hongle Boys, and sent them off with nylon ropes or silver bracelets.

At this moment.

The Hong Kong Royal Police and the "good citizens" joined hands to create social order, painting a beautiful scene of police-civilian cooperation!

A young demon slave held a hammer and smashed a Hongle Boy to the ground; a Uniformed Police officer immediately rushed forward: "Stop hitting, don't hit anymore!"

The young demon slave puffed out his chest, put away the hammer, and smiled "honestly" at the police: "No need to thank us, we are concerned citizens!" Then he went back to howling and charging toward the Hongle Boys over there.

"Oppose the Triad! Give us back our social order!"

"Smack!"

A young demon slave swung a shovel and slapped it onto a Hongle Boy's face.

"Protect the environment! Everyone is responsible!"

"..."

Wanchai.

Countless vans drove into Lockhart Road, Hennessy Road, and Xiefei Road.

Shen Deng jumped out of the car first, and a large group of Hongle Boys threw down their newspapers along the way, revealing the Machetes inside, their cold glint chilling.

Raising his Machete and pointing it with a Sword Finger at Guojun Building, Shen Deng roared wildly:

"Tonight!"

"Take Wanchai!"

"Sound the call of Hongle!"

Shen Deng's head Majai shouted.

"Brothers!"

"Have we ever been afraid when Hongle shows our strength!"

"No!"

"Hack the Hongxing boys to death!"

"Kill!!"

Just at this time, a large group of young demon slaves, averaging one meter eighty in height, strong and sturdy, with skin tanned dark, and each looking fierce and malicious, rushed out from the streets and alleys. They held up banners and loudspeakers, shouting in unison:

"Protect animals! Everyone is responsible!"

"There are thousands of roads! Safety is the first priority!"

"Oppose the Triad!!"

They swarmed over, a vast crowd, all wearing "Hongxing Property" uniforms with red scarves tied around their heads.

Causeway Bay, Hennessy Road.

Wanchai Police Station had already finished clearing the scene.

In the middle of the road.

Wanchai Tiger Chen Yaoxing led thousands of Xinji Majai, gathering on Hennessy Road. He held his Machete level and pointed it at Jing Kun in front of him: "A Kun! Take your people and roll back to Mong Kok! I won't hack you tonight!"

"Screw your mother, what is the meaning of you Xinji?"

Standing beside Jing Kun were Datou Zai, Chen Haonan, Shanjie, Datian Er, and others, with groups of young demon slaves wearing "Hongxing Property" uniforms behind them, as well as many ordinary Hongxing fighters.

"What meaning? Tonight Hongle is on a Dragon Slaughter! I, the Wanchai Tiger, am going to take Causeway Bay!"

"If you don't want to die, get out of my way!" Chen Yaoxing shouted.

Jing Kun cursed angrily: "Screw your mother, you Xinji and Hongle are teaming up, you don't follow the code of the underworld!"

"Code of the underworld your mother! Xinji boys, hack this bunch of people to death for me!"

Wanchai Tiger Chen Yaoxing waved his Machete and roared out.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Countless Xinji Majai roared.

"Hack the Hongxing boys to death!"

On the other side of the street, Fei Quan and David let out a roar, drew their Machetes, and charged directly toward the tail end of the Hongxing formation.

On both sides of the Hongxing formation, someone raised a long stick and unrolled it, revealing a set of banners, and Red Pole Da Fei followed up holding another wooden stick.

The two shouted loudly: "Give us back our social order!"

"Give us back our social order!"

"Oppose the Triad!"

(End of this chapter)