Chapter 197: Quick Transmigration: Film & Television Multiverse Chapter 41 — The Struggle for the Dragon Head

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

The Dragon Heads of these two major gangs, the San Chain Gang and Hung Hing, would actually suffer defeat in Taiwan one after another, meeting their ends in the underworld.

This shocking news, like a heavy bomb, instantly stirred up a huge storm across the three regions of Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan, becoming the hottest topic of discussion on streets and in gang halls; all forces were shaken, and countless eyes stared fixedly at the subsequent moves of these two major gangs — the shifting winds and clouds of the underworld seemed to have hit the fast-forward button at this moment.

Upon hearing this terrible news, Hung Hing's Talkers were all frantic with worry, their faces grave; they rushed to Macau from all over without stopping.

For a time, the casino, usually bustling and reeking of debauchery, was shrouded in an atmosphere of extreme oppression and heaviness.

In the casino's Conference Room, Hung Hing's Core Members gathered together; the air was permeated with sadness and unease, worry written on every face, as if a massive storm were about to sweep in while they remained utterly at a loss.

Amidst this gloom, however, one person stood out conspicuously — Jing Kun.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, his eyes revealing a trace of secret glee he could not conceal.

While everyone was still immersed in grief and confusion, Jing Kun suddenly stood up, deliberately cleared his throat, trying to draw everyone's attention. When all eyes turned to him, he spoke unhurriedly: "Everyone, I know you're all very sad right now. Mr. Jiang's passing is undoubtedly a heavy blow to us Hung Hing. But we can't keep wallowing like this; Hung Hing is such a big gang, it can't be leaderless."

He paused, scanned the Conference Room, saw some people wearing thoughtful expressions, felt secretly pleased, and continued: "So I think we should hurry and select a new Talker; only then can we quickly stabilize the situation and respond to all the challenges outside. Everyone also knows that I, Jing Kun, have fought for Hung Hing for many years — my seniority is beyond question. And I've always cared deeply about Hung Hing's affairs; as for capability, I'm confident I can shoulder this heavy burden. I believe that under my leadership, Hung Hing will surely walk out of the current predicament and recreate its glory."

The moment Jing Kun's words fell, the Conference Room fell into a brief silence, then erupted like a boiling pot, everyone buzzing with discussion.

Chen Yao frowned tightly; he simply couldn't bear Jing Kun putting on such a show of self-promotion at a time like this. He forcibly suppressed his inner rage, gritted his teeth, and said: "Jing Kun, do you have any conscience at all? Mr. Jiang's bones aren't even cold yet, and you're already impatiently scrambling for the Talker position — does doing this do justice to Mr. Jiang's years of dedication to Hung Hing?"

Jing Kun didn't care about Chen Yao's accusation in the slightest; he rolled his eyes and said disdainfully: "Chen Yao, cut the high-and-mighty act. In the underworld, it's strength and opportunity that count. Jiang Tiansheng is already gone — that's an unchangeable fact. What we need to do now is consider Hung Hing's future, not reminisce about the past here. If you've got real ability, you can come out and compete too; why just stand there accusing me?"

His words turned Chen Yao's face iron-green with anger, his hands clenched into tight fists, his body trembling slightly. At this moment, Shan Ji could no longer hold back his rage either; he slammed up to his feet with a scrape, glared furiously, pointed at Jing Kun, and cursed: "You bastard, who do you think you are? You're nothing but a selfish, self-serving villain. Mr. Jiang did us Hung Hing a great kindness; he led us to build such a huge foundation, yet you want to replace him before his bones are even cold — you're simply an ungrateful, despicable villain! I'm telling you, as long as I, Shan Ji, am in Hung Hing for a single day, I absolutely won't let you succeed!"

Jing Kun flushed red with rage at Shan Ji's tirade; he glared viciously at Shan Ji and gritted out: "Shan Ji, you ignorant little brat, you think following Chen Hao Nan makes you something special? You think you have the qualifications to challenge me here? Looks like you're tired of living, daring to talk to me like that — I, Jing Kun, am not someone to be trifled with!"

Lin Hao, meanwhile, had been sitting quietly in the corner of the Conference Room the whole time, like a silent statue. His eyes were cold as frost, as if they could pierce through all disguises and strike straight at the heart. He coldly watched Jing Kun spouting nonsense there, his heart full of disdain and contempt for Jing Kun's behavior.

He knew full well that Jing Kun's move was merely to satisfy his own swollen selfish desires, hoping to take advantage of the chaos and seize Hung Hing's power.

Amidst everyone's quarrels and discussions, the atmosphere in the Conference Room grew increasingly chaotic, like a pot of boiling water, all kinds of emotions and voices intertwining.

And Lin Hao just kept sitting in the corner, silently watching it all.

His eyes were cold; in his heart he held extreme contempt for Jing Kun's behavior. He knew full well Jing Kun's move was merely to satisfy his own selfish desires, wanting to seize the chance to grab Hung Hing's power. But right now he cared more about the cause of Jiang Tiansheng's death — although he also wanted Jiang Tiansheng dead, it wasn't supposed to be now.

Whoever dared kill Jiang Tiansheng, the biggest suspect was undoubtedly the San Chain Gang, but Lin Hao and Ding Yao had an agreement, so it shouldn't have been Ding Yao who did it; besides Ding Yao, who else in the San Chain Gang has that capability?

Lin Hao slowly stood up; his voice was low and powerful, ringing clearly in the slightly noisy casino Conference Room: "Whoever can avenge Mr. Jiang, I, Lin Hao, will submit to; otherwise, no matter who takes the Dragon Head position, I, Lin Hao, will be the first to oppose."

As soon as these words came out, the entire Conference Room quieted down considerably, and everyone's eyes turned to Lin Hao.

Immediately after, Han Bin stood up without hesitation; his resolute expression declared his stance, and he said loudly: "I support A Hao. Mr. Jiang has suffered such a vicious attack; if we can't avenge him, whoever sits in the Dragon Head seat won't sit securely."

Han Bin's younger brother, Fear Dragon, also rose abruptly, his gaze firm as he chimed in: "I agree too. In the face of such a major matter, we absolutely cannot be ambiguous; we must first give Mr. Jiang justice."

The Crown Prince, long known as Hung Hing's fierce general, also nodded slightly at this moment, stood up, and declared in a clear voice: "Lin Hao's words are absolutely right; I, the Crown Prince, support the one who avenges Mr. Jiang becoming Dragon Head."

Jing Ma, as one of the few female Talkers in Hung Hing, also displayed extraordinary mettle; she rose gracefully, decisiveness in her eyes: "I, Jing Ma, may be a mere woman, but at this moment concerning Hung Hing's honor, disgrace, survival, and extinction, I absolutely will not be ambiguous. I stand on Lin Hao's side, determined to drag out that mastermind behind the scenes."

For a moment, many influential figures in the Conference Room voiced support for Lin Hao one after another, making the already complex and chaotic situation even more delicate.

Those who originally harbored ulterior motives, hoping to fish in troubled waters during the scramble for the Dragon Head position, now had no choice but to re-examine the current situation.

And Lin Hao, relying on this firm conviction to avenge Jiang Tiansheng, rapidly coalesced a powerful force within Hung Hing; a storm surrounding the Hung Hing Dragon Head position and Jiang Tiansheng's death is sweeping in with even more surging momentum — the future's direction is full of variables and unknowns……