Chapter 240

The neon lights on Portland Street were shining, illuminating the road in a kaleidoscope of colors, which had quite a magical quality.

Because of this, the two groups of people from Dongxing and Wo Shing were very clear on the street. Their fierce and menacing appearances made one's heart tremble involuntarily.

As the saying goes, a thousand people can cover the sky and the earth.

At this time on Portland Street, the two streams of people stretched for hundreds of meters, and the momentum was quite astonishing.

It was clear through the binoculars that the fighters in front on both sides were all holding watermelon knives or steel pipes, and their bodies were covered in dragon and phoenix tattoos, their arrogance quite extreme.

As for why there weren't many baseball bats, those things were expensive; ordinary society fighters really might not have the money to buy them.

The two groups stopped about ten meters apart, starting with a round of verbal sparring.

The sudden silence allowed the scattered cursing to reach Wu Feng's ears from over a hundred meters away.

Through the scattered words, it could be inferred that Wo Shing Mong Kok Hall Master Long Gen was angrily scolding Dongxing for not following underworld rules and causing trouble for Wo Shing for no reason.

Dongxing's Golden Hair Tiger was not to be outdone, retorting that Long Gen was ungrateful and that there was no way he could swallow all the benefits alone.

Subsequently, the core underlings on both sides joined in the commotion, cursing and making a scene.

Through the binoculars, the tempers of the two groups grew hotter, and soon they started fighting.

For a time, knife light flashed and stick shadows flew, with the sounds of cursing and wailing rising and falling.

At the same time, the sound of shouting and cheering was also quite high. Those who didn't know might think everyone was fighting, but in reality, only about a hundred fighters in the front were actually doing the fighting.

These guys were the true society elite!

Each of them had high-level street fighting skills, and the watermelon knives and steel pipes in their hands were aimed specifically at the weak points of their opponents' bodies; a touch meant injury, and a hit meant broken bones.

Soldier against soldier, general against general; Wu Feng clearly saw through the binoculars that Wo Shing's Tsuen Wan Da D was wielding a long-handled machete and suppressing Dongxing's Golden Hair Tiger.

Dongxing's Kele wanted to provide support but was entangled by Wo Shing's Lei Yue Mun powerhouse Yutou Biao.

Yutou Biao was someone who specialized in selling pills; among the Red Poles of Wo Shing, he was also a top-tier expert, and Dongxing's Kele could only fight him to a draw.

Clearly, as a top-tier society in Hong Kong, Wo Shing's strength and foundation were not comparable to ordinary societies.

At the very least, in terms of the quantity and quality of fighters, they were not much worse than Dongxing.

Wait, what did he see?

This guy Guanzaisen was fighting a familiar figure to a draw.

Oh, it turned out to be his cousin Huang Wengang!

Judging by the fact that his cousin could fight Guanzaisen to a standstill, it was clear that after parting ways with Wu Feng, he hadn't slacked off in his training and improvement; otherwise, how could he have such strong strength?

When they first met Guanzaisen, his cousin couldn't even take ten moves from him!

If Wu Feng hadn't intimidated Guanzaisen with his military martial arts, he probably would have been finished that time.

Dongxing's Ben Shu and Wo Shing's Long Gen hadn't made a move, just tensely confronting each other in a scorching atmosphere.

However, in a short time, more than a dozen fighters had fallen into a pool of blood, wailing in pain.

The remaining seven or eight hundred underlings were mostly "Blue Lanterns," only responsible for waving flags and shouting to make up the numbers.

Looking at the situation alone, it was clear that neither Dongxing nor Wo Shing had any intention of escalating the matter completely; otherwise, the intensity of the current fight wouldn't be so small.

"Heh, this is so damn boring!"

Jing Kun put down the binoculars and said irritably, "I thought Dongxing and Wo Shing were going to have a massive fight this time; I didn't expect such a small commotion?"

"It would be more fun to find a boxing gym and have them fight one-on-one!"

"Damn, if you really did it the way you said, it would cost millions in one night!"

Wu Feng was watching with relish through the binoculars, his mouth not stopping either, "With such huge expenses, which society could afford the consumption?"

"Yeah, everything costs money nowadays!"

Jing Kun sneered, "Even a show of force is something ordinary societies can't afford to play with anymore!"

"Money is the ultimate show of force!"

Wu Feng said dismissively, "Otherwise, why are those top-tier tycoons so arrogant, able to use Hong Kong societies as chamber pots?"

"Damn, if I didn't know you were also a society Big Brother, I'd think you were scolding me!"

Jing Kun rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Forget it, forget it; this show of force is a joke. Let's retreat early; it's extremely boring!"

"Heh, Kun Ge, if you want to leave, I'm afraid it won't be that easy!"

Wu Feng smiled inscrutably, put down the binoculars, and said leisurely.

Before Jing Kun could reply, the mobile phone in his trusted underling's hand rang.

Jing Kun was stunned and signaled his trusted underling to answer the phone and ask who was on the other end.

"Big Brother, it's Wo Shing's Long Gen calling!"

Soon, the trusted underling covered the mouthpiece and reported in a low voice.

"Damn, how did this guy know I was nearby?"

Jing Kun was a bit depressed; he didn't want to get involved in this matter.

"Kun Ge, as the Hongxing Mong Kok Hall Master, how could you not be nearby?"

Wu Feng chuckled, "Besides, we have so many underlings here; it's impossible to hide it if you want to!"

"Hello, I'm Hongxing's Jing Kun. Long Gen, you guys from Wo Shing are quite something. What? You want me to step in as a peacemaker? If you want me to do something, there has to be a benefit!"

By the time he hung up the phone, nearly ten minutes had passed.

"How did the talk go?"

Wu Feng asked curiously, "Will Dongxing give Kun Ge face?"

"Hmph, I've already agreed; who told Long Gen to be so sensible!"

Jing Kun smiled triumphantly, "As for those guys from Dongxing, they have no choice but to give me face!"

Saying this, he looked at Wu Feng and smiled, "I still need you to help me out!"

"No problem!"

Wu Feng agreed readily and chuckled, "After the matter is settled, Kun Ge just needs to treat the brothers to a late-night snack!"

After speaking, he made several phone calls directly.

Then, a scene that shocked the many underworld Big Brothers watching the show of force appeared.

A massive motorcade consisting of dozens of minibuses and hundreds of vans blocked the entrance of Portland Street, and then over two thousand Hongxing fighters poured out like dumplings.

Coordinating with the thousand fighters already on Portland Street, they directly blocked the two thousand-plus members of Dongxing and Wo Shing who were having their show of force on Portland Street.

At this moment, not to mention the Dongxing and Wo Shing members who were having the show of force, even the police watching from the periphery couldn't sit still. What did Hongxing mean by this?

Those who didn't know might think Hongxing wanted to take advantage of the chaos to conduct a thorough clearing operation against the Dongxing and Wo Shing forces in Mong Kok.

Now, Jing Kun's mobile phone and Wu Feng's mobile phone suddenly became extremely busy.

The first to call were actually friends from the police station; they wanted to know what Jing Kun and Wu Feng were trying to do.

(End of chapter)