Don't Blab, Just Do It

At 9:30 PM, inside a pinball parlor in Sham Shui Po.

All the machines had been moved aside, and over three hundred underlings were packed tightly together, the air thick with the choking smell of smoke.

With a loud "clang," the door was pushed open, and the burly Baki walked in.

Wang Xuan was very familiar with Baki's image; he was the big boss who got killed by Shan Ji at the beginning of Young and Dangerous.

"Shut the hell up, everyone! Listen to Brother Ji's speech!" a young underling following Baki shouted loudly.

The room gradually quieted down. Baki cleared his throat and said, "The day before yesterday, our East Star big boss was chased by the 'Hong Yi Society.' I believe you've all heard about this. Daring to attack our East Star Dragon Head is an act of defiance against all of East Star. The Dragon Head has already given the order: we're going to wipe out these sons of bitches from the 'Hong Yi Society.' Tonight, we're making our move to eliminate the Jackals of Portland Street."

Baki scanned the crowd before continuing, "Tonight, I want you all to fight fiercely. Those of us who walk these streets live by two principles: loyalty and courage. Loyalty means being loyal to your boss, and courage means when facing trouble, you... you... you go all out! Let me tell you, you bunch of good-for-nothings, don't say the bosses don't give you a chance. Tonight, whoever performs the best will be rewarded by East Star when we return. If you don't make a name for yourself, that's on you!"

"Wong Jai, bring out the gear!"

Several underlings behind Baki unwrapped their bundles, and a pile of weapons clattered onto the ground. There were all sorts of controlled knives. A group of underlings stepped forward to choose their weapons.

This was no time for politeness. Wang Xuan pushed his way through the crowd and began selecting from the hundreds of knives.

A slicer was indeed just a slicer, a thin piece of metal with a handle. The only difference was that it was sharpened. Wang Xuan tested its sharpness with his thumb.

Damn! To use the words from his hometown, this thing wouldn't even cut his crotch if he rode it for two miles!

If all the Jackal's underlings use these things, then today will be a sure thing!

After searching for a long time, Wang Xuan's eyes suddenly lit up.

He bent down and picked up a standard-issue Japanese katana. However, he preferred to call it a Japanese War Blade. He ran his hand over the gleaming blade, admiring the delicate snowflake patterns. He loved it.

In his early years, Wang Xuan had dreamed of wielding a Japanese War Blade, but dreams were just dreams. After all, stabbing people was illegal in his home country.

But now... he was a dead man anyway... no... he was already dead... no, that's not right... Damn it, what was there to be afraid of!

It was time to unleash his true self!

Just as Wang Xuan was fantasizing about wielding the Japanese War Blade and slaughtering his way through, his shoulder was suddenly patted. He turned his head and saw the big boss, Baki.

"Boss!" Wang Xuan called out respectfully.

"You're Xuan Zai, right? You picked a Japanese War Blade." Baki looked at Wang Xuan with a hint of amusement, then suddenly raised his voice, "Do you know how to use this thing? Do you dare to use it!?"

He had a very faint impression of this kid, no different from the hundreds of other underlings. Mediocre was his assessment of Wang Xuan.

"Don't worry, boss. You'll see my performance tonight. I'll definitely bring some honor to the gang for you!" Wang Xuan said confidently.

"Good, you've got ambition. I'll see your performance tonight. All of Hong Kong is watching this matter. As long as you perform well, making a name for yourself won't be a problem!"

"I understand, boss!"

Wang Xuan turned and retreated to a corner, secretly adjusting the items under his sleeves.

What truly gave him confidence wasn't just the Japanese War Blade in his hand, but more so the homemade armor he was wearing.

Before coming here, he had placed a basic Dragon Tiger Leopard padding on the outside of his forearm, covered it with salvaged sheet metal, and finally wrapped it tightly with strips of cloth cut from a bedsheet. This way, he wouldn't have to fear ordinary machetes or iron rods. At a critical moment, he could use his forearm to block incoming attacks.

He had also padded his chest and back with magazines. The defensive power wasn't great, but it was better than nothing. Most importantly, it didn't hinder his movement. With a leather jacket worn over it, it was completely unnoticeable.

Before long, everyone had their weapons. Baki led the group and they set off towards Portland Street in a mighty procession.

Sham Shui Po and Portland Street were very close. The incident from two days ago had shocked Hong Kong Island. The Jackals of Portland Street had been anticipating Baki from East Star since early that morning.

As soon as Baki led his men into Portland Street, Jackal hastily met them with over 400 underlings.

It had to be said that the people of Hong Kong were bold. Although the shops on the street had all closed their doors, most people were peeking out from behind their windows, even those hiding in the shops. As for calling the police? That was out of the question!

The two groups of people drew closer and closer, with Baki and Jackal leading their respective lines.

When they were at an appropriate distance, the two bosses stopped moving, and their underlings behind them stood silently, awaiting their bosses' orders.

Normally, this was the beginning of a confrontation. They would exchange insults and arguments, see who had the louder voice, their underlings would join in the heckling, and finally, they would sit down for a cup of tea and it would be over.

But today, the atmosphere was clearly much more volatile.

"Brother Ji, bringing so many people to my Portland Street, are you trying to mess with my turf!" Jackal took a deep drag from his cigarette, tilted his head, and sneered.

"You Hong Yi Society know exactly what you did. You dared to ambush our East Star Dragon Head, Brother Camel. We're here to settle the score with you today!" Baki's voice was also loud, not backing down at all.

This felt a bit like ancient armies facing each other, always exchanging insults to assert their moral high ground, vehemently criticizing the opponent's despicable and shameless actions, thereby boosting their own morale while suppressing the enemy's spirit.

"Who the hell didn't tighten their belt and let you slip out? What kind of thing are you? You're not even a supervisor. This matter naturally falls to the higher-ups to decide. Do we need you to take the lead?"

Although Portland Street wasn't large, it was Hong Kong's most famous entertainment district. Jackal, who controlled the territory here and had over 400 capable underlings, naturally didn't put Baki in his eyes.

Of course, Baki couldn't let himself be insulted like this. Just as he was about to retort, a loud shout came from behind him.

"How dare you insult my boss, you son of a bitch! I'll cut you to death!"

Before the words even finished, a figure darted out. Baki looked closely and saw it was Xuan Zai, the one who had chosen the Japanese War Blade.

What the hell, must he be so impulsive? Both sides were stunned as they watched Wang Xuan rush out.

The boss hadn't finished his insult, nor had he given the order to attack. Was this guy crazy!

The problem was, according to the customs of Wang Xuan's hometown, if you can fight, don't talk. What time was it? Why were they still arguing? Don't be a coward, just fight!

Before either side could react, in less than two seconds, Wang Xuan had already reached Jackal. Without a word, he held the blade with both hands and swung it fiercely down towards Jackal's head.

A silver flash cut through the air. Jackal hastily retreated, instinctively raising his right arm to block.

"Snap!"

Accompanied by a jackal's shriek, a forearm sprayed out, mixed with blood.

When facing a life-threatening moment, people can unleash unprecedented strength. The jackal turned and fled in one fluid motion.

By the time Wang Xuan sheathed his blade and tried to pursue, the jackal was already several steps away, on the verge of disappearing into its own men.

At this point, Baki, who had been watching, also reacted. Such a golden opportunity, such a fierce person – what was there to hesitate about!

"Charge, all of you! Cut them down!!"

Perhaps spurred on by Wang Xuan, Baki's subordinates, brandishing their slicers, rushed forward.