Chapter 250: Immoral

With just one television broadcast, almost the entire Hong Kong knew that a conflict had erupted between that person in Macau and Hung Hing, and that a Hung Hing Hall Master from Kwun Tong had been killed because of it.

This matter, whether viewed from a social perspective or a gangland perspective, was quite an explosive affair.

Every viewer who saw the news report, whether they were ordinary citizens or wealthy and powerful figures, had the same first thought: that person in Macau was too arrogant, and their methods were far too ruthless!

Afterwards, they felt that the actions of that person in Macau were not like those of a proper businessman, but rather similar to those in the gangland, resorting to violence at the drop of a hat.

This was also the merit of the television broadcast, subconsciously leading the viewers to accept that this was a gangland feud!

As long as the majority of viewers held this opinion, then Wu Feng's primary goal had been achieved.

At the Hung Hing headquarters meeting, hadn't he given his word that he would define this incident as a struggle over gangland interests? Right now, he had basically achieved that goal.

Why did the Hung Hing Hall Masters have such a requirement?

It can only be said that the power to define certain matters rests in the hands of the Chinese tycoon group in Hong Kong.

Regardless of whether their own foundations were clean or not, the Chinese tycoon group in Hong Kong was particularly averse to entities that had direct conflicts of interest with triads.

Whether it involved a conflict of interest or a clash of interests, once exposed, one would basically be directly ostracized by this group.

What the situation is in the shadows is hard to say, but on the surface, that is the rule!

The reason the Hung Hing Hall Masters wanted to define this conflict as a struggle over gangland interests was, in reality, to avoid the deterrence and targeting from the Hong Kong Chinese tycoon group.

These are the rules you yourselves established; you couldn't possibly not follow them, could you?

Such a line of thinking is naturally quite weak, but it was also a matter of having no other choice. The Hung Hing Hall Masters did not all possess the strength and confidence of Wu Feng.

Coupled with Wu Feng asking Huo Lao to pass on a message, it was considered giving the Hong Kong Chinese tycoon group plenty of face.

If there were still tycoons who insisted on getting involved, Hung Hing would not truly be afraid to act.

In fact, the biggest target of the television broadcast was the police station and certain government departments.

Since it was broadcast on television that this matter was a gangland interest dispute, if the police station and relevant government departments intervened frequently, it would give people an unusual impression.

As long as television reporters followed the story, the staff of the police station and relevant government departments would simply not act lightly without official orders.

By then, the only people Hung Hing would need to smooth things over with would be those "ghost men" (foreigners) who held real power.

This is the power of public opinion!

Even those "ghost men" who only care about money could not ignore public opinion and social influence to do things that clearly violated common sense; did they really think they could do whatever they wanted?

Bang!

In the study of a luxurious manor somewhere in Macau, a priceless wine glass was smashed to pieces on the floor.

"Good methods. I didn't expect Hung Hing to have such a capable person!"

They were all old hands in the gangland; just by seeing the television broadcast, they immediately reacted to what was going on.

Originally, they felt they could easily manipulate Hung Hing, but now the situation was different.

Those connections in Hong Kong might not be useful anymore, at least not on the surface.

The facts were indeed just so!

Soon, an assistant cautiously relayed the message: the connections over in Hong Kong did not intend to continue getting involved in this matter!

The few who had been contacted previously all held this same attitude!

"Heh, even without the suppression on the surface, how long can Hung Hing hold out?"

This person soon calmed the anger in their heart and said coldly: "Since they want to use gangland methods to resist, then let all those triads get moving. I want to see their performance!"

"Additionally, send the family's elite forces to Siam, Malaysia, and the Philippine waters to wipe out all three of those damn Gambling Ships!"

The assistant's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and they immediately took the order to relay their boss's command.

But they did not know that Hung Hing's actions were even faster!

The next morning, a small ferry rushing from Hong Kong to Macau carried quite a few passengers.

Most of them were men, and looking at their appearance, it was clearly highly probable that they were aiming for the gambling tables.

The people of Hong Kong love to gamble; it is deeply ingrained in their bones.

Whether they were wealthy people or ordinary residents, or even the poor and bottom-tier Scum, as long as they had some capital in their hands, they were happy to run over to Macau to take a gamble.

There was no shortage of triad big shots like Guanzaisen who were somewhat addicted to it!

But just at this moment, from a certain area of the ferry, a burst of... funeral music suddenly played!

"What are you doing? Playing this early in the morning, isn't it bad luck?"

"Exactly, I feel like my luck is good today and I was hoping to win a few rounds. If my luck is affected by this funeral music, who's going to pay for that?"

"Do you have any sense of public morality? Playing this early in the morning to make people unhappy, right?"

"..."

Immediately, many passengers started complaining loudly, and in an instant, it was like a pot of boiling water.

Those with short tempers even rushed over without hesitation, intending to reason with the other party and, incidentally, turn off this music that was disturbing their peace of mind.

But just as they rushed over, they subconsciously stopped in their tracks.

There was no other reason; sitting in the area where the funeral music was playing were seven or eight burly men with fierce faces, dragon and phoenix tattoos visible on their exposed arms—one look and you knew they were no good.

The key was that these seven or eight burly men were all particularly ferocious-looking, the kind with a strong visual impact.

"Kid, what do you want?"

Among them, the bald burly man who was clearly the leader asked with a face full of displeasure: "I'm in a bad mood, kid, don't go looking for trouble where there is none!"

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. I just suddenly heard the funeral music and was a bit curious, so I came to take a look!"

The young passenger, who had been a bit impatient, no longer had a shred of impatience in his demeanor.

He nodded and bowed repeatedly to show he understood, feeling so depressed inside he almost vomited blood.

"Hmph, my Big Brother was killed yesterday!"

Although the bald burly man's tone was not very good, he still offered an explanation: "The brothers are grieving in their hearts, that's why we are playing funeral music early in the morning; it wasn't done on purpose!"

Clearly, he also understood that playing funeral music early in the morning was highly immoral.

It's not like he's actually crazy; even with a nasty personality, there's a limit!

No matter what, when living in this world, one is still influenced by the surrounding environment.

It would have been better if he hadn't explained, but this explanation only made people's imaginations run wild.

"Did you guys watch the Asia Television news last night?"

The other passengers nearby who heard the explanation looked at each other, and some whispered a reminder.

"It couldn't be that much of a coincidence, could it? The news said the person killed yesterday was the Hung Hing Kwun Tong Hall Master—someone who is a big name in the underworld!"

"What do you know? I recognize that burly bald man; he is none other than Huge, a capable Red Pole under the Hung Hing Kwun Tong Hall Master, and he is also one of the top Big Brothers in Kwun Tong!"

(End of chapter)