Chapter 38: The Magic Lamp's Home Got Robbed

"How should Chen Mo's territory be divided — shouldn't we agree on that first?" Big Boss Pan knocked on the table, reminding everyone.

"That's right, Brother Piao, we're making a move this time to help you. Shouldn't you show some appreciation too?" Hua Zhi chimed in.

Brother Piao's expression turned ugly — the battle hadn't even been fought yet, and they were already thinking about carving up territory.

"How do you plan to divide it?" Brother Piao asked with a frown.

"Sneaker Street was your territory to begin with — it's not our place to interfere. But Nüren Jie goes to me and Hua Zhi. No problem with that, Brother Piao?"

"Big Boss Pan, Hua Zhi, isn't this division a bit inappropriate?

Hongle is contributing the most men — we can't end up with none of the benefits!" Brother Piao asked with a cold face.

"What's inappropriate about it? Sneaker Street is still yours, isn't it?"

"That's right — without me and Big Boss Pan helping, you wouldn't even be able to take back Sneaker Street.

I'm providing men and not even charging you appearance fees — that's already generous enough."

Neither of them was willing to share Nüren Jie with Hongle.

With just one Nüren Jie, splitting it between two people was still better than splitting it among three.

As for how the two of them would divide Nüren Jie, they had already discussed it privately — no need to debate it with Brother Piao.

"You..." Brother Piao couldn't even come up with a word of rebuttal.

If they hadn't provided men, he really wouldn't have dared to keep provoking Chen Mo.

After thinking it over again and again, he decided to take back Sneaker Street first and worry about the rest later.

Brother Piao reluctantly agreed: "Fine, we'll do it your way!"

But his expression turned even uglier.

These past few days he'd lost quite a few men and spent a lot of money, yet in the end he wouldn't get any benefit at all.

All thanks to that damned Chen Mo.

On the other side, Chen Mo received word from his subordinates that Chang Yi and Chang Le had begun making moves, and he immediately deployed his forces.

"Ah Jin, tonight I'll lead a hundred men to hold Nüren Jie. You take the rest and hold Sneaker Street.

Also, notify Da Fei — tell him not to rush over. When the time comes, he should bring his men straight to Laundry Street and hit them from behind."

Chen Mo was certain that Hongle would prioritize taking back Sneaker Street, so the pressure there might be greater.

"Mo Ge, isn't a hundred men a bit too few? Chang Yi and Chang Le have quite a lot of men combined."

Gao Jin said with concern.

"How about having Fei Ji bring another hundred men to go with you?"

"No need." Chen Mo shook his head. "I'll call Sister Mei to borrow men."

When in trouble, find a big boss — nothing wrong with that.

Thirteen Sister didn't have that many subordinates, but scraping together a hundred or so was still easy for her.

At one in the morning, the streets were already deserted.

Given the warning at the police station earlier today, neither Chen Mo's side nor Hongle dared to start the fight too early.

Hongle's forces set out under Shen Deng's lead.

Beside them, Fei Hong brought along over a hundred underlings as well, though they merely trailed behind Shen Deng's men.

It wasn't for their own territory, so there was no need to fight at the front — and Fei Hong wasn't the brainless type like Fei Quan.

On the other side, at Chang Yi's Dianqi Jie, Shijiu led three hundred underlings, with Kuangren Hui beside him bringing two hundred men, and together they charged toward Nüren Jie.

Chen Mo had already brought over a hundred men to Nüren Jie, standing in full readiness.

Gao Jin, Da Tou, and Fei Ji all brought men to guard Sneaker Street — even Da Dou stood there with several dozen people.

Though Da Dou's fighting ability wasn't much, Chen Mo had assigned him to manage the mahjong parlor, so he counted as a minor boss at the very least.

At a time like this, he definitely had to step up.

These streets were right next to each other, only a few hundred meters apart — they arrived in the time it took to exchange a few words.

"Hack them to death!"

At Shijiu's shout, several hundred underlings from Chang Yi and Chang Le wildly brandished their weapons and charged toward Chen Mo's side.

"Don't be afraid, everyone! Just hold out for a few minutes and our reinforcements will arrive! Kill!"

After shouting, Chen Mo charged at the very front, leading the way toward Shijiu and Kuangren Hui.

The hundred-plus underlings behind him didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately followed the charge.

That morning, Gao Jin had already distributed last night's medical expenses and family compensation funds.

Chen Mo was generous with money, so of course his underlings dared to fight and dared to risk everything.

Besides, among the hundred men behind Chen Mo, several dozen had been with him since the early days on Bolan Street.

They had long lost count of how many times they'd fought alongside Chen Mo — they weren't afraid at all.

Not to mention they had reinforcements coming — it was just holding out for a few minutes.

Chen Mo truly did have reinforcements.

He had borrowed a hundred men from Thirteen Sister's side — they just hadn't arrived yet.

Two hundred versus five hundred and one hundred versus five hundred wouldn't make much difference.

But having reinforcements versus not having them — that was a huge difference.

First drumbeat stirs the spirit, the second weakens it, and the third exhausts it!

As long as Chen Mo led his men to withstand the first wave of the enemy's attack, once Thirteen Sister's people arrived, the enemy's morale would inevitably plummet.

The moment the enemy appeared on Nüren Jie, Chen Mo had notified Thirteen Sister — it shouldn't take more than a few minutes for them to arrive.

Over on Sneaker Street, Gao Jin shouted roughly the same thing to his underlings.

Da Fei had brought his men to the vicinity half an hour earlier — they just hadn't shown themselves.

According to Chen Mo's arrangement, Da Fei was to go directly to Sai Yee Street to plant their flag after Gao Jin's side started fighting.

With Gao Jin, Da Tou, and Fei Ji—three fierce fighters—charging at the front, the Sneaker Street side, though outnumbered by half, was not at a disadvantage at all.

Shen Deng did not even charge forward at all.

Earlier during the day, he had already learned from Fei Quan's mouth how formidable Gao Jin was, so how could he possibly go up there himself to seek death?

He picked a dozen-odd underlings with decent skills and sent them directly to swarm Gao Jin, not expecting to take Gao Jin down, just needing to hold him off.

Chang Le Fei Hong was even more slippery, likewise arranging underlings to fight at the front while he stood right beside Shen Deng, watching the battle ahead.

Gao Jin wielded a twin-blade saber, his feet treading the Bagua steps, moving with ease among the siege of a dozen-odd underlings while continuously counterattacking.

At the same time, Da Tou and Fei Ji also ceaselessly swung the machetes in their hands, hacking down Hongle's underlings.

Fei Ji in particular—after last night's battle, his Eight Saber Strikes of Breaking Fronts had become even more proficient, and he hacked at people even more cleanly.

In just a few minutes, he had hacked down a dozen-odd Hongle foot soldiers.

Shen Deng's subordinates had just suffered a defeat last night and had seen firsthand how formidable these few fighters were; the moment they clashed, they began to feel fear.

As for Shishi's underlings, they had been quite fierce at first, but after fighting for only a short while, they started playing tricks—dodging whenever they could and slowly retreating backward.

Their boss wasn't around anyway, so no one would care if they slacked off. For a few hundred bucks, why risk your life!

Though Hongle had more people, they were actually starting to fall behind.

At the same time, a dozen-odd beat-up vans pulled onto Sai Yee Street.

The doors opened, and a dozen-odd people got out of each van.

Da Fei, at the front, hoisted a baseball bat on his shoulder, casually wiped the hand that had just picked his nose on his clothes, and ordered: "Half of you sweep the venues, the other half come with me to take down that Hongle bunch of punks!"

Da Fei's underlings quickly split out over a hundred men into several groups and charged toward several bars and nightclubs on Sai Yee Street.

No matter who blocked the way, they attacked directly.

Most of Shen Deng's men were on Sneaker Street; the underlings left behind couldn't hold out at all, and before long they were driven out by Da Fei's men.

Da Fei led the other half of his underlings, took the alleys directly, and killed their way toward Sneaker Street.

Shen Deng was watching the battlefield ahead, secretly anxious.

He had already repeatedly ordered Shishi's underlings to hold the front.

But they didn't acknowledge him as their boss at all; Shen Deng's words had absolutely no effect.

Suddenly an underling came running over and shouted at Shen Deng: "Brother Shen Deng, it's bad—Great Prosperity's people are sweeping our venues!"

"What!" Shen Deng was greatly alarmed.