Hearing his subordinate's voice, Handkerchief Qing stopped throwing punches, took a towel from the wooden dummy and wiped the sweat off his body. "A-Tai has gone completely mad because his Big Brother Bo Cong, died. If this continues, he'll be lying dead in the streets sooner or later. Even if the Big Brother of Shui Fong and Lord Ting all died in Malaysia as the newspapers say, Shui Fong is still big enough in Hong Kong, with over ten thousand brothers. They can easily call out hundreds of men with a whistle. Heroes will definitely lose. But A-Tai is a brother. Help him this once, no matter what. Call a few dozen brothers to come with me to To Kwa Wan and ask both sides to stop fighting for the time being. Go and inform Heizai Yiu, Shar Pei Dog, Chu Yau-chai to go there too. With so many people speaking up, we can surely get both sides to stop fighting. Fighting so fiercely with the He-prefix gangs will only benefit the Eastern Guangdong Gang or Chiu Chow Gangs in the end."
"Why don't we just let A-Tai become Brother Hing's apprentice?" Bian Dan Wei chimed in from the side.
Brother Hing is a senior Big Brother in the Handkerchief Qing gang and Wo Hung Shun's uncles.
Handkerchief Qing draped a towel around his neck, put on another undershirt, and walked towards the warehouse. Hearing his underling's words, he laughed and said, "If A-Tai were willing to change sides, he would have done so long ago! If he were willing to worship Brother Hing, Hong Shun might just pull off a miracle and elevate him to a high-ranking position."
When Handkerchief Qing arrived at To Kwa Wan with his men, the men from Wo On Lok and Chen Tai's side had already gathered in the Ma Tau Wai Squatter Area Ma Tau Wai To Kwa Wan and were fighting fiercely. Half of the Squatter Area was almost on fire. Thirty or forty members of Heroes gathered around Chen Tai, who was covered in blood but still shouting and fighting fiercely, Wo On Lok members who outnumbered them by one or two times!
"So what if you kill people? And then the whole Squatter Area is on fire?" Handkerchief Qing frowned. The people in the Squatter Area were either fleeing for fear of being caught in the crossfire, or risking their lives to salvage their worthless belongings from the fire. The entire Squatter Area was filled with the cries of adults and the screams of babies, making the scene even more spectacular than the fighting between the two sides.
Handkerchief Qing didn't bother with the towel; instead, he took his iron whip from his henchman and charged into the fiercely fighting crowd, shouting:
"Stop! I am Hong Shun Handkerchief Qing! Stop! Where is A-Tai?!"
Some people who were already in a frenzy of fighting instinctively swung their knives at him, only to be kicked or whipped to the ground by him. Moreover, he had just arrived and his energy and stamina were not yet depleted. At this point, even those with the title of "Red Pole" in the arena often could not withstand three or five moves from him. He easily opened a path and single-handedly split the fighting crowd in two!
"Clang!" The Handkerchief Qing was blocked by Chen Tai's samurai sword, sparks flew!
Even though Handkerchief Qing had not participated in the battle before and had outstanding physical strength, Chen Tai's slash on the iron whip still caused him to slightly bend his legs into a horse stance, thus dissipating the force.
Chen Tai glared angrily at Handkerchief Qing: "Brother Qing, are you here to support the people in the Shui Fong?"
Handkerchief Qing, holding an iron whip in one hand to block Chen Tai's samurai sword, gestured for the others in the Shui Fong behind him to stop, and shouted urgently:
"I'm here tonight not to stand up for either side! If the fighting continues, the dead He-prefix gangs our own brothers!"
"A-Tai! A-Tai! You son of a bitch! I'm so late! A-Tai must be dead, no doubt about it. He's my sworn brother, I swear I won't rest until I avenge him!"
"Whatever, I'll die with you!"
"He's your brother from the yellow paper, but you're our brother!"
Just as Handkerchief Qing finished shouting, another group of people arrived from afar. There were only about twenty people, and the seven young men at the head, who were no more than twenty years old, were carrying various weapons. Seeing the scene of more than a hundred people in front of them, they showed no fear on their faces. The seven young men were even shouting loudly, obviously there to help Chen Tai.
"A Wen, I'm here!" Chen Tai heard the voice calling his name, a slight smile appeared on his lips, he moved his samurai sword away from the Handkerchief Qing whip on the handkerchief, and called out.
Upon hearing Chen Tai's response, one of the seven men, a young man dressed as a teahouse waiter, breathed a sigh of relief. Ignoring the obstruction of others, he led the group behind him into the crowd and stood beside Chen Tai.
"Brother Tang, we came all the way from the countryside of Yuen Long, which is why we're late. But don't worry, even if we lose our lives here, we won't back down." The young man A Wen said somewhat awkwardly, holding an old Japanese bayonet with a wooden handle.
Handkerchief Qing sized up the young men; they were too young, even younger than Chen Tai. He couldn't help but pat Chen Tai on the shoulder and say:
"A-Tai, listen to my advice, stop now! Are you just going to let these dozen or so Boy Scouts come and get killed along with you?"
"Hey, who are you? Boy Scouts? I'll call you a Boy Scout..." A burly, fierce-looking young man next to him shouted at the Handkerchief Qing he heard him say they were Boy Scouts!
Before he could finish his last curse, the Handkerchief Qing's hand swung off Chen Tai's shoulder and slapped him across the face!
"Smack!" The bald youth standing in the center of the group of seven reached out to block his companion. The Handkerchief Qing's hand slapped his wrist with a sharp crack! The bald youth winced in pain, but he struggled to control his anger, forcefully extending his arm to stop his companions from acting impulsively, saying:
"Ah Bao! Don't be impulsive!"
The man with the Handkerchief Qing sized up the composed and calm bald youth. "Kid, you're also from the Heroes?"
"Hung Mun, Cheung Lok," the bald young man said neither humbly nor arrogantly.
Chen Tai stepped forward, his face grim, and said to Handkerchief Qing, "Brother Qing, A Wen is my sworn brother, his friends are my brothers, I..."
"Did I just say something wrong? I came to advise you to stop, not to turn against you. If I didn't consider you a brother, I wouldn't have come to To Kwa Wan to see you tonight!" Handkerchief Qing pointed to the distant firelight and said, "Do you have to kill hundreds of people to be satisfied? Do you have to kill all the brothers of Heroes with you before you stop? As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood! Besides, if you're going to kill someone, why not set the house on fire?"
Hundreds of meters away, Cheung Wing-kam, who was observing the scene through binoculars, cursed, "We were having a great fight when this annoying ghost jumped out."