Chapter 156: Not Satisfied! (Please Subscribe)

Bang!

An exquisite teacup was slammed onto the floor, instantly shattering into pieces.

"Too bullying, this is simply too bullying!"

In a luxury mansion in Yuen Long, Ben Shu watched the "Unlimited Fighting Tournament" on TV, trembling with rage to the point of nearly fainting, his old face flushed red as if it were about to drip blood.

He was not truly senile; at fifty-something years old, for some people, it was the prime time to do great things. Although physical fitness had begun to decline, experience was at the peak of life.

On the TV, wasn't the venue for the explosive "Unlimited Fighting Tournament" the same dilapidated warehouse where he had previously run an underground boxing ring in Portland Street?

Don't think that just because the venue for the "Unlimited Fighting Tournament" had been renovated, he couldn't recognize it.

When the camera inadvertently swept toward the audience, he was quite familiar with the surrounding architectural environment.

In other words, the competition venue for the "Unlimited Fighting Tournament" currently sweeping Hong Kong was the one he had voluntarily given up when he was forced to leave Portland Street?

Guessing this, he couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache!

Clearly, the "Unlimited Fighting Tournament" on TV was likely created by adding some eye-catching gimmicks to the foundation of the underground boxing ring.

Just looking at the current level of popularity, plus the mode of betting by phone, there was nothing left to misunderstand.

Slap!

Another palm slammed onto the coffee table in front of him, his guts turning green with regret.

How could he not have thought that underground boxing could be operated this way?

Oh no, at this point, it could no longer be considered an underground boxing match, but a proper fighting tournament.

Broadcast through television, just think about how many viewers there would be?

With the nature of Hong Kong people, who knows how many would subconsciously call to place bets; it's terrifying to think about.

It's likely that for a single episode, the betting revenue alone would reach hundreds of thousands or even millions!

It was far stronger than when he ran underground boxing matches, racking his brains yet earning little money.

It can only be said that the guy who planned the "Unlimited Fighting Tournament" is absolutely a business genius!

What Ben Shu didn't expect most was that the program actually connected directly with a Gambling Hall in Macau.

This move was simply a stroke of genius!

It completely converted the heat of the fighting tournament into tangible benefits!

Judging by the odds of the contestants, not a single one reached one-to-one.

In other words, unless there was one-sided betting, the connected Gambling Hall in Macau had no possibility of losing money; it really makes one envious and jealous, damn it.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, as if someone had forcibly snatched a gold mine from his hands.

The more popular the "Unlimited Fighting Tournament" became, the more his heart ached at this moment.

Not to mention, he had already found out that the Macau Gambling Hall connected to the fighting tournament was a Hung Hing establishment, which made it even more unbearable.

Just thinking about the scene in Portland Street where he was forced to leave in disgrace by Jing Kun in league with the forces of the Sai Kung Hall Master, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

"Ben Shu, should we find a way to kill our way back to Portland Street?"

At this moment, Kele, who had been sitting on the side without a word, suddenly spoke up and suggested.

This guy was also brainless; his face was full of excitement when he mentioned this.

Not only that, he grumbled with dissatisfaction: "Staying in Shanghai Street is too boring; I've long wanted to venture elsewhere!"

Yet he didn't notice the contempt and disdain in Ben Shu's eyes.

Ben Shu cursed Kele in his heart for truly not knowing how lucky he was!

Shanghai Street was so prosperous, and the nightlife business under his command was also quite explosive, with the monthly cut not being low at all.

All Kele had to do was handle some sudden situations and then sit back and wait to collect money.

For some reason, the order in Shanghai Street was quite good; at least there were rarely cases of gang Scum causing trouble, and the foot traffic there was getting larger and larger.

This idiot Kele didn't even know how many big shots in Tung Sing were envious of his luck.

As a result, this fool actually felt it was boring?

If it weren't for worrying about the reaction of Mong Kok Hall Master 'Huopao Gang', Ben Shu would have wanted to go over and take charge himself.

Did he really think staying here in Yuen Long was comfortable?

Tung Sing Dragon Head Luotuo often ran to the Netherlands recently and didn't look favorably upon Ben Shu, who was holed up in the Yuen Long lair.

As Luotuo's absolute confidant, Second-Route Marshal Guhulun was very guarded against him.

That feeling of being monitored and excluded was quite hard to bear.

As a result, Kele came to poke his lungs again, which simply made him want to cry but have no tears.

Now, discovering that a gold mine had moved away from him, it would be strange if his mood were good.

Fortunately, as stupid as Kele was, he was quite respectful and polite to him, a Tung Sing veteran.

Having such an obedient and capable fool, Ben Shu certainly wouldn't use harsh words.

"Kele, do you think we have any chance of success if we kill our way back to Portland Street?"

Too lazy to talk nonsense, he asked directly about practical operational issues.

"Uh, this..."

Kele was speechless for a moment; he did want to spout nonsense, but once he thought about the huge difficulties he might face, he naturally didn't dare to blather on.

If things went wrong, people would die.

"You also know that Portland Street is not easy to handle!"

Ben Shu sighed: "Hung Hing has lost its mind, putting two Hall Masters in Mong Kok at once; their strength is terrifyingly strong, unless we unite the forces of other gangs to act together!"

Kele's eyes lit up as soon as he heard this; he thought this was a very good idea.

Unfortunately, Ben Shu's next words disappointed him: "There's no need to think about this; it's definitely not easy to operate. Why would other gangs unite to target Hung Hing?"

"Those two Hung Hing Hall Masters haven't done anything excessive; at least there isn't a trace of clearing the field, and I don't know what they are thinking."

This matter is truly difficult for Ben Shu to understand!

With the strength of Hung Hing's Jing Kun and Wu Feng, joining forces would be enough to sweep through Mong Kok, let alone a mere Portland Street; wouldn't it be easy to take?

Yet, despite occupying such a great advantage, there hasn't been a single movement.

Sometimes, even Ben Shu feels anxious for these two Hung Hing Hall Masters: damn it, why don't they act quickly? If they wait for other societies to react, there won't be such a good opportunity left at all.

Little did he know, what Jing Kun and Wu Feng are playing at has already transcended the traditional scope of the underworld.

They don't place that much importance on so-called territory!

"So Ben Shu, what is your intention?"

No matter how foolish Kele is, he knows it is unlikely that Ben Shu is still eyeing the territory of Portland Street.

"We are going to Causeway Bay!"

Ben Shu said decisively: "Major societies are mixed together there, and most importantly, no single society can dominate; this is our best target destination, and Causeway Bay is even more prosperous than Mong Kok!"

"Causeway Bay, that is indeed a good place!"

Kele was immediately invigorated and laughed loudly: "Besides, we still have Mong Kok Hall Master 'Huopao Gang' as our backing, so there is still a great hope of gaining a foothold in Causeway Bay!"

"Hmph, with over a dozen streets in Causeway Bay, can't we occupy even one?"

Ben Shu also became excited and said in a deep voice: "Did you see the fighting tournament on TV?"

"We can completely learn and imitate it; it doesn't matter if we can't find a television station, as long as we can take bets by phone, isn't making money an easy task?"

As for the main business of Tung Sing, it will have to be restrained a bit over in Causeway Bay.

"Then Ben Shu, when shall we make our move?"

Kele is already somewhat impatient; clearly, staying on Shanghai Street is indeed stifling.

"How many capable fighters do you have under your command?"

Ben Shu asked: "Tell the truth, don't count the Blue Lanterns!"

"About one hundred and fifty, I suppose!"

Speaking of this, Kele couldn't help but say awkwardly: "Although the venues on Shanghai Street make money, my usual expenses are not small, so I can only afford to keep this many Four-Nines!"

Ben Shu was depressed and almost slapped him: damn it, is this the reason you aren't willing to stay on Shanghai Street?

Anyone can talk big; if you want to get rich, you should prepare more men.

"Then we can only borrow men from Shamu!"

Ben Shu was helpless and said gloomily: "When the time comes, I'm afraid I'll have to give him some benefits!"

Kele didn't say anything at this moment; he hadn't accumulated enough power himself, so he couldn't blame Ben Shu.

Dalao B, who sits in charge of Causeway Bay, does not know that a troublesome opponent is about to come and stir up trouble.

In the movie, even Jing Kun couldn't completely suppress Ben Shu, and he was almost countered by Ben Shu, who drove the Hung Hing forces out of Portland Street; one can see just how cunning this old guy is.

At this time, Dalao B also has a headache; looking at his Head Horse Datou in front of him, he said irritably: "Are you really going to participate in the 'Infinite Fighting Tournament' hosted by Asia Television?"

"Yes, Sai Kung Branch Red Pole Zhang Yong has already called me and invited me to participate!"

Datou's brain isn't exactly sharp right now; although he sensed that Dalao B values Chen Haonan more, as Dalao B's Head Horse, he is still quite content.

If it weren't for this personality, I'm afraid Dalao B would have been overthrown by him long ago.

"Besides, I'm bored practicing boxing in the gym every day; it's better to go to the fighting tournament and compare myself with those experts to see whose strength is greater!"

Listen to that, this silly boy's brain really isn't sharp!

Clearly, most of Dalao B's territory was taken by men he led.

As a result, he can only continue to guard the boxing gym, and the benefits he can share are naturally very few.

Dalao B is very unhappy, but he can't vent it; he can't just forcefully stop him.

Some things cannot be brought to the table, but any Underling with a sharper brain can see Datou's awkward situation; it's just that Datou himself hasn't noticed it and is still enjoying himself.

That doesn't mean Dalao B has truly mastered Datou; that is an impossible thing.

Datou is just listening to his sweet talk and the pie in the sky he painted; if he really reacts, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He is truly worried that if Datou mixes with the brothers from Sai Kung for too long, his brain might suddenly become sharp, and that would be bad; it is safer to keep him under his own nose.

"Alright then, I hope you can achieve a good result!"

But on the surface, he has to let him go; this guy Datou is a pure martial arts fanatic who is quite keen on fighting, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to stay holed up in the boxing gym and endure the loneliness.

(End of this chapter)