"Two roast geese in one meal? Even if you don't Big Brother, you'll eat your way out of business sooner or later." His companion muttered under his breath, "Whether he can fight or not, I don't know, but he can definitely eat. Two roast geese, I'll eat your mother alive."
As Nine-Tattooed Dragon boasted of his fighting prowess, Bai Huansheng of the Green Gang gleamed the sole of his shoe, rubbing the blade of a cleaver he carried in his left hand—the cleaver before it had a handle attached. After rubbing it, he took the elmwood handle from his subordinate, attached the blade, and tightened the buckle, creating a chest-length cleaver. He turned and roared at the hundreds of Green Gang members before him, "Brothers, these Hong Kong bastards have blocked Mr. Choi Fat's and our path to wealth for two whole years, and they even burned down the house Mr. Choi Fat gave to Mr. Du! They've clearly humiliated the Green Gang! Tonight, we'll show these Hong Kong bastards what we Shanghai Bund gangsters are made of! Get them! Follow me!"
After shouting his last words, Bai Huansheng gripped the long sword with both hands and charged ahead towards the group with the He-prefix gangs: "Fuck you! Sweep away the He-prefix gangs!"
"Go! Sweep He-prefix gangs!" As Bai Huansheng took the lead, the Green Gang members also raised their weapons and rushed towards the He-prefix gangs like a dark, surging tide.
The He-prefix gangs, Swift Blade Cheng, pointed them diagonally at the ground. Unfazed, he charged towards the onrushing Green Gang members, roaring, "Let these outsiders know who's in charge in Hong Kong! Brothers, come with me and kill these bastards!"
A clash ensued, and the members of 14K drew their weapons. Nine-Tattooed Dragon, wielding an iron whip, moved with lightning speed, charging straight Swift Blade Cheng the leading figures of the He-prefix gangs —those who appeared to be of high status—and arrogantly shouted, "Fuck your mother! Anyone who dares to steal my credit, don't blame me for being ruthless! Those He-prefix gangs scum in front of me, they're all mine!"
He charged forward with an iron whip on his He-prefix gangs. On the other side, another man from the Hezi group was also charging ahead with an iron whip in his hand. He happened to hear what Nine-Tattooed Dragon said, and immediately rushed over. With a flick of his wrist, he swung the iron whip down towards Nine-Tattooed Dragon's head!
"All of it is yours? Wo Hung Shun and Handkerchief Qing will collect your trashy, lifeless corpse tonight!"
Chapter 169 The Wharf
The Handkerchief Qing swung at the Nine-Tattooed Dragon, but the Nine-Tattooed Dragon blocked it with his iron whip. The two whips collided, producing a few sparks!
In the instant of blocking, Nine-Tattooed Dragon raised his leg to kick Handkerchief Qing in the abdomen. Handkerchief Qing Nine-Tattooed Dragon calmly dodged to the side, and at the same time easily punched out with his other hand, hitting the head of a gang member 14K who was rushing forward next to Nine-Dragon.
Nine-Tattooed Dragon swung his iron whip horizontally, while Handkerchief Qing stepped back. Just as Nine-Tattooed Dragon was about to close the distance, he suddenly sensed something amiss behind him. He tried to twist his body, but it was too late. One of the members of the He-prefix gangs slashed Nine-Tattooed Dragon across the back with a watermelon knife. Even though Nine-Tattooed Dragon instinctively tried to dodge, it was too late. The blade cut a gash in his back. While he was distracted by the knife, Handkerchief Qing seized the opportunity to strike again, wielding his iron whip and sneering, "Someone like you dares to brag?"
Nine-Tattooed Dragon endured the pain and barely managed to keep up with his iron whip. Only then did he realize that this kind of large-scale melee was completely different from the usual street fights. In addition to fighting the person in front of him, he also had to be careful of others attacking him. Moreover, he had charged too fiercely and put distance between himself and most of the members of the 14K. The few members of the 14K around him were all busy dealing with their own opponents and had no chance to come and help him.
He tried to retreat to the other 14K members of the gang, hoping to help them out, but Nine-Tattooed Dragon Handkerchief Qing didn't give him another chance. He relentlessly swung his iron whip, pressing forward and preventing Nine-Tattooed Dragon's back was covered in blood, and he was distracted. He rashly kicked out, trying to force Handkerchief Qing Jinqing back and then find an opportunity to escape the battle. However, as soon as he kicked out, he realized he had fallen into a trap. Handkerchief Qing suddenly pulled out a wet towel from his waist with his left hand and pretended to slap Nine-Tattooed Dragon's face, while his right iron whip, like a venomous snake, slammed into Nine-Tattooed Dragon's ankle!
A loud "crack!" sound of bones shattering!
Before Nine-Tattooed Dragon's leg could land, Handkerchief Qing took a close step, casually flicked his left hand with a towel wrapped around his fist, and quickly threw three punches, hitting Nine-Tattooed Dragon squarely in the face, chest, and abdomen. Nine-Tattooed Dragon staggered backward from the blows, Handkerchief Qing followed up with an iron whip that struck Nine-Tattooed Dragon's shoulder!
Finally, he delivered another kick to Nine-Tattooed Dragon -Nine-Tattooed Dragon's chest, sending the man with broken ankle and shoulder flying backward!
"A piece of trash like you doesn't even deserve to die by my hand." After finishing his Handkerchief Qing, Han Jinqing didn't even glance at the struggling, blood-spitting Nine-Tattooed Dragon on the ground, and turned to find his next opponent.
Nine-Tattooed Dragon, who had previously been ambitious and eager to make a name for himself in the martial arts world, collapsed to the ground, his fate unknown, less than ten minutes after uttering his boastful words.
Outside the unloading area, Chen Zhongying and four of his men got out of their car some distance away and walked towards Li Caifa. Seeing Chen Zhongying approaching, Li Caifa took a cigarette from his mouth and said, "He-prefix gangs He family men are indeed quite capable. It seems Zhongying's men were caught off guard."
"Two hundred men selected from a dozen or so gangs can be considered elite troops. It would be a joke if gangs that have dominated Hong Kong for decades were easily defeated by our men," Chen Zhongying said casually as he stood side by side with Li Caifa.
The 14K men who came to support the Green Gang tonight are not the real tough guys from the Outer Eight Halls of the 14K. They are all low-level members who have been recruited in Hong Kong in the past two years. The real members of the 14K have already gone to rob Li Caifa's morphine factory, He-prefix gangs have gone to smash Li Caifa's Lichi Nightclub.
He came tonight to personally send Li Caifa on his way; after tonight, there will be no more Li Caifa in Hong Kong.
As he spoke, he turned around to face Li Caifa, who was still looking at the arena. His gloved hand swiftly drew a delicate and sharp dagger from his waist. His left hand reached out to grab the unresponsive Li Caifa, while his right hand plunged the dagger into Li Caifa's heart with lightning speed and ruthlessness!
Before Li Caifa could even reach for his gun, his four bodyguards were pounced on by Chen Zhongying's men and swiftly killed with daggers or bayonets.