Chapter 213: Quick Transmigration: Film and Television Multiverse Chapter 57

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

Bullets whistled through the air, speeding toward Jiang Tiansheng.

At this critical moment, Chen Haonan displayed the decisiveness and agility expected of a fierce general of Hung Hing.

He almost instinctively shouted, "Mr. Jiang, be careful!" At the same time, he shot out of the driver's seat like an arrow leaving the bow, lunging toward Jiang Tiansheng.

Lin Hao, seeing this scene from another car, felt his heart tighten. He quickly drew his gun, pushed open the car door, and rushed to the scene at the fastest speed, his eyes filled with boundless anger and determination.

"Dare to lay a hand on Mr. Jiang right under my nose—you're asking to die!" he roared in his heart.

And those two assassins, after hitting their target, did not panic. They quickly adjusted their postures, preparing to fire again.

But at this moment, the other Hung Hing brothers also reacted, surrounding them from all directions, their weapons all pointed at the two assassins. For a moment, the atmosphere at the wharf was tense to the extreme, and a fierce gunfight seemed about to break out...

Seeing themselves heavily surrounded by Hung Hing and trapped in a desperate situation with no way out, the two assassins exchanged a glance, hardened their hearts, and without hesitation turned and ran toward the edge of the wharf, then leapt into the surging sea.

Jiang Tiansheng lay painfully on the ground, both hands tightly clutching his chest, fresh blood gushing like a spring from between his fingers, staining his clothes red.

His complexion instantly turned as white as paper, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead unceasingly, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and reluctance.

Chen Haonan and Lin Hao and the others rushed forward urgently, calling out Jiang Tiansheng's name anxiously. They carefully lifted Jiang Tiansheng into a car, then sped toward the nearest hospital like wind and lightning. Along the way, the atmosphere inside the car was oppressive to the extreme, and everyone silently prayed that Jiang Tiansheng could survive this ordeal.

However, fate seemed not to favor this Hung Hing Dai Lo. Despite the doctors doing their utmost to rescue him, performing various emergency measures against the clock, Jiang Tiansheng ultimately succumbed to his severe injuries, and despite all efforts, finally stopped breathing.

When the news reached Hung Hing, the entire gang instantly fell into immense grief and chaos. The brothers from all halls, upon hearing this terrible news, all showed shock and sorrow on their faces. They found it hard to accept that this leader who had led them for many years and was famous in the Jianghu had suddenly passed away like this.

And on the Ao Dao side, Lin Hao looked at the cold white wall of the hospital, his heart filled with guilt and self-blame.

He knew well that Jiang Tiansheng's trip to Ao Dao this time was largely to support him and assist him in handling the disputes with the Triad Society. But now, Jiang Tiansheng had lost his life here, and he felt he could not shirk responsibility.

Lin Hao clenched his fist tightly, his eyes showing boundless anger and determination. He secretly swore that he must find the mastermind behind the scenes and avenge Jiang Tiansheng.

And at this moment, Hung Hing, due to Jiang Tiansheng's passing, stood at the crossroads of fate. The future was full of unknowns and challenges, and a storm concerning the life and death of Hung Hing seemed about to arrive...

The Dragon Heads of these two major gangs, the Triad Society and Hung Hing, actually suffered successive defeats in Taiwan and met their deaths.

This shocking news, like a heavy bomb, instantly stirred up huge waves in Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan, becoming the focus of heated discussion on the streets and in Jianghu halls. All forces were shaken by it, and countless eyes were closely watching every move of these two major gangs. The changing winds and clouds of the Jianghu seemed to have been accelerated at this moment.

Upon hearing this terrible news, the various Talkers of Hung Hing were all anxious and solemn, rushing to Macau from all places without stopping.

For a time, the casino, usually bustling and filled with an air of debauchery, was now shrouded in an oppressive, heavy atmosphere to the extreme.

In the casino's conference room, the core members of Hung Hing gathered together. The air was filled with a sense of grief and unease, and everyone's face was written with worry, as if a huge storm was about to sweep in, while they were still at a loss.

Amidst this gloom and doom, however, one person stood out particularly: Jing Kun.

Only to see the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a trace of secret glee could not be concealed in his eyes.

While everyone was still immersed in grief and confusion, Jing Kun suddenly stood up, deliberately cleared his throat, trying to attract everyone's attention. When everyone's eyes turned to him, he then spoke unhurriedly: "Everyone, I know that everyone is very sad now. Mr. Jiang's departure is undoubtedly a heavy blow to our Hung Hing. But we cannot remain depressed like this. Hung Hing is such a big gang; it cannot be leaderless."

He paused, scanned the conference room, saw some people showing thoughtful expressions, and was secretly pleased in his heart. He continued: "So, I think we should select a new Talker as soon as possible. Only in this way can we quickly stabilize the situation and deal with various challenges from the outside. Everyone also knows that I, Jing Kun, have been working in Hung Hing for many years, and my seniority is beyond question. Moreover, I have always cared deeply about Hung Hing's affairs. In terms of ability, I am confident that I can shoulder this burden. I believe that under my leadership, Hung Hing will surely overcome the current predicament and recreate glory."