Chapter 93

Deng Fei was given a headache by these people's arguing; he already had high blood pressure, and now his blood pressure shot up, impossible to bring down!

"Stop arguing; arguing won't solve the problem, let's think about how to solve it!"

"How to solve it? Can't be solved! Let the instigator deal with it, damn it, don't let everyone take the blame for him, there's no such thing."

Chuanbao today faced off against Deng Fei; as soon as Deng Fei opened his mouth, Chuanbao retorted.

Deng Fei also had no choice; knowing his previous big D move was underhanded, Chuanbao being angry is understandable.

Deng Fei spoke confidently: "Each hall should send people to help A Le; he can't hold on. If there's anything, we can discuss it after this; otherwise the Lian Sheng sign will be ruined, and you won't benefit either."

He addressed the seven hall masters present: "Each of your halls should contribute three hundred people to support A Le; no excuses. If you can't muster three hundred, then give up the position of ninth hall master and make way for other halls."

He also glanced at the other hall chiefs and said: "You're no exception; wearing the society's banner, you reap benefits, yet when the society has matters you must contribute; wanting benefits without effort—how could that be?"

"Each of your families should send a hundred people for A Le; this time A Le's affair is the society's affair, and the society will back A Le to the end."

"Alright, that's it, disperse."

Seeing Deng Fei lose his temper, nobody dared speak, and the crowd filed out of the main hall.

Chuanbao looked left and right, then trotted over to Old Ghost Gui's car, squatted, let the air out of his tire, stood up as if nothing happened, turned, got in his car and left.

In the main hall, only Deng Fei and Old Ghost Gui remained.

Old Ghost Gui looked at Deng Fei and said: "Uncle Deng, A Le has borne this matter, but the society must support him, otherwise who will dare to act in the future?"

Deng Fei understood Old Ghost Gui's meaning, didn't rebut, just sipped his tea.

Setting down his teacup, he then said: "Old Gui, I will back A Le to the end; Jordan must not have any trouble, this is a key point for future advances into Tsim Sha Tsui, there can be no slip."

Old Ghost Gui curled his lip, "Lian Sheng has come to this point, and you're still thinking about Tsim Sha Tsui?"

Wishful thinking!

How many forces have gathered in Yau Tsim Mong now? They're all packed tight, smoking!

With Lian Sheng's current strength, how could we break into Tsim Sha Tsui? Fight with our heads?

The strongest among them was driven away by them, and now Old Ghost Gui truly regrets it!

Without a big cannon to prop them up front, the lives of these uncles and elders are also hard.

A few days ago, he was still mocked and sneered at for a long time by that bastard Pireye Mei of Hong Tai, and he still couldn't retort.

Because what Pireye Mei said were all facts!

The more he thought, the more aggrieved he felt, and he asked: "How much financial support will the society give A Le? We all know fighting is a contest of financial strength."

"The Tsuen Wan arsenal is gone; if our finances can't keep up, Jordan may not be holdable—can we seek external aid?"

Deng Fei also knew Old Ghost Gui was right: the big D with the most people has passed! The big D with plenty of money has also passed!

Now the society's businesses in Tsuen Wan, cooperating with those bosses, have all been snatched by the big D; those bosses don't care who they partner with, as long as they make money.

To talk feelings with them is just to invite humiliation, wasting affection.

Back then it would have been better to just hand the business over to the big D; maybe then the big D wouldn't have crossed over.

Saying anything now is useless!

Deng Fei glanced at Old Ghost Gui and slowly said: "Fist Head Jun wanting to swallow Jordan is impossible; all forces in Yau Tsim Mong would not agree."

"Fighting is fine, but for him to directly take over Jordan is pure fantasy; nobody would agree, not even inside the Xin Ji society."

"If Fist Head Jun took over Jordan, the Xu family would lose sleep; maybe he could take a bite, but swallowing the whole thing—he doesn't have the stomach for it, it would burst him!"

"If Fist Head Jun really dared to do that, it would be fine; we wouldn't need to act, he wouldn't live long, nobody wants him alive, then Fist Head Jun would surely die."

"If he were like Immortal Trust's flop, a bald big brother, then it wouldn't matter."

"His own strength is already strong; if he got hold of Jordan, this key point, then later in Yau Tsim Mong, wouldn't he be able to attack whoever he wanted?"

"So there's no need to worry about losing Jordan; he can't take it all, at most he'll snatch a street or half a street, just to save face in the jianghu."

"This is my mistake; I didn't expect Fist Head Jun to react so strongly!"

Old Ghost Gui listened to Uncle Deng's analysis of the situation and felt it was indeed so; at most they'd lose some money and underlings, which is no problem.

"Money belongs to the society; if the underlings are gone, we can recruit again at Ciyun Shan; as long as Jordan isn't lost, there's no problem, everything else is trivial."

"That way he can also give an explanation to A Le; A Le usually hasn't skimped on giving him tribute, if we don't back him this time, who will keep sending him money later?"

Old Ghost Gui himself is also a person who acts for money, with a good reputation.

"Eh, Chuanbao and the two of them in this regard truly have impeccable character—take money and get things done."

"Even without a chance of victory, they will still back to the end those who give them money."

"There has never been an exception, which is why people give them money."

"Having a bottom line in his heart, Old Ghost Gui also relaxed considerably, curiously asking: 'Uncle Deng, what do you say is the reason for Fist Head Jun this time? Such a big reaction? The intensity of this opening is also too great!'"

"It shouldn't be just for face; his losses this time won't be small either, after all A Le has the geographical advantage, quite a bargain."

Deng Fei patted his big belly, thought a while, then answered: "He must be annoyed! He's not doing well either; Xin Ji has laid how many big bases in Tsim Dong? Almost enough for a football team!"

"External pressure, internal pressure—he has to bear both; if he can't hold up, his fate is easy to imagine, no good outcome!"

"Only by solving external pressure can he have energy to deal with internal pressure; in the jianghu, one is not free, nobody can be an exception."

"The chief instructor of Xin Ji, that old fogey eyes the Xu family like a tiger; their internal affairs are also chaotic, not as good as us and Lian Sheng!"

"At least with Lian Sheng we can mobilize all halls; you let Four-Eyed Dragon mobilize all of Xin Ji, see if he has that ability."

"That's the only reason Fist Head Jun flew into a rage—he just wants to settle external pressure early."

Old Ghost Gui nodded, indicating approval of Deng Fei's analysis, then asked: "Prosperity, Yihai, Victory Union, Hetu, Yisheng, Number Gang, the Ni family—will these few not take advantage of the fire to loot? This opportunity is too great!"

Deng Fei confidently said: "Just watch out for the Yi-character group with beards and mustaches; the He-character faction won't lift a hand, at least not this time."

"They will still drag Fist Head Jun into the aftermath; nobody wants him to keep growing."

"As for the Ni family and Prosperity..."