The Gate of Opening

Dozens of his men, over fifty strong, rushed in.

The small classroom was packed with over seventy people. Liang Kun's men had nowhere to run and were quickly cut down by Wang Xuan's charging subordinates, each receiving several blows.

Fortunately, they were only using machetes. The wounds were to the flesh and not deep. What looked like mangled flesh was actually just bleeding, not fatal.

The fight started and ended suddenly. The actors and crew hadn't even had time to be terrified before everyone left in the classroom, except for Liang Kun himself, was Wang Xuan's man.

Looking at the once swaggering Young and Dangerous, now lying on the ground, bloody and howling miserably, everyone from Qian Wenqi onwards was so scared they didn't dare make a sound. The bolder ones even dared to glance over, while the timid ones simply lowered their heads, afraid to look.

Liang Kun was also terrified. He truly hadn't expected Wang Xuan to be even more unpredictable than him, or perhaps more manic and perverted. Without a word, he had attacked, and in the blink of an eye, all his men were cut down.

At this moment, surrounded by fifty to sixty men with knives, even though he had been in the game for many years, seen a lot, and had a few lives on his hands, his face turned pale with fear.

But his status as a boss meant he absolutely couldn't back down. He forced himself to turn his head slightly, took a deep breath, his lips trembled slightly, and his right hand slowly rose.

Seeing him about to say something harsh, Wang Xuan interrupted him unceremoniously, "Viper also talked tough to me. I stabbed him eight times. He's lucky to be alive."

One sentence choked Liang Kun so much he wanted to die. The words stuck in his throat, and he swallowed them back, coughing twice uncomfortably.

Wang Xuan glanced coldly at Liang Kun, a slight smile on his lips. "That's better. Come, let's go somewhere else to talk privately."

With that, he walked out without waiting for Liang Kun's agreement. Before leaving, he instructed his men, "See if anyone's dead. If not, throw them at the hospital entrance. Dying here is bad luck!"

Liang Kun gritted his teeth, knowing this situation couldn't end well. He was like fish on a chopping block now, with no choice but to be slaughtered. Helplessly, he followed Wang Xuan out.

Arriving in another empty room, Liang Kun closed the door behind him and saw Wang Xuan walking towards him with a smile. As he wondered why the other's attitude had suddenly changed, Wang Xuan took a step forward with his left foot, twisted his waist, and unexpectedly punched him hard in the stomach with his right fist.

Completely caught off guard, Liang Kun's eyes bulged, and his body bent like a cooked shrimp. He vomited a mouthful of last night's dinner, his hands unconsciously clutching his stomach as he stumbled backward two steps, only stopping when he crashed into the door with a thud.

Fortunately, Wang Xuan had anticipated this and dodged to the side immediately after throwing the punch, avoiding being sprayed.

Looking at Liang Kun leaning against the door, Wang Xuan reached out to grab his hair, but his hand grasped empty air. He then realized Liang Kun's hair was too short to get a good grip.

Switching hands, he grabbed Liang Kun by the neck, forcefully straightened his body, and pressed him hard against the door.

"Do you think I don't have the guts to kill you, so you dare to pirate my videotapes and poach employees from my company!" As he spoke, Wang Xuan slapped Liang Kun's face repeatedly.

The 'slap, slap, slap' sounds made Liang Kun wish he were dead. This was more painful than the punch to his stomach. Physical pain was one thing, but this mental blow was something the boss of many years couldn't stomach.

How many years had it been since he was bullied like a grandson? Wang Xuan's slaps brought back memories of his early days, over a decade ago, before he started his gang.

He no longer had the impulsiveness of those days. Circumstances were stronger than him. Even though he hated Wang Xuan to death in his heart, he still didn't dare to show it. He had seen it clearly now: this person was truly a bit perverted. Call it capricious if you want to be nice, or mentally ill if you want to be blunt.

He deeply regretted bringing only a few men and impulsively coming here to cause trouble. Of course, even with more men, it might not have been useful. Facing someone like this, who attacked without a word, the old rules of the underworld didn't apply.

No negotiation, no shouting match, just straight to the hacking, with no regard for casualties or the cost of compensation!

His seven or eight subordinates injured today would cost tens of thousands in medical expenses alone. With miscellaneous expenses, it wouldn't be less than a hundred thousand. If gangs hacked at each other like this every day, the protection money they collected wouldn't even cover medical bills, which was why most fights were avoided.

But this person in front of him... Liang Kun found it hard to adapt. He felt old, unable to keep up with the development of the gangs.

Wang Xuan paid no mind to the shame, anger, and venom in Liang Kun's eyes. He knew clearly that Liang Kun wouldn't survive one episode!

The reason he brought him to a private room to teach him a lesson was to prevent things from escalating uncontrollably. Wang Xuan's main targets were still within the Hong Yi Society and East Star. He didn't want to get involved with Hung Hing's affairs, at least not until his own influence reached a bottleneck.

"Stay honestly in your territory. Don't wander around unnecessarily, and don't reach too far, or your hands will be chopped off. I'm giving you some face today. Don't provoke me again, because I've always believed that the only good opponent is a dead opponent!"

Wang Xuan leaned close to Liang Kun's ear and whispered, his voice devoid of any emotion.

But the calmer he was, the more terrified Liang Kun felt. For the small profit from pirated copies, it really wasn't worth confronting someone like this. He had been operating in Hung Hing for many years and was a prominent boss. There was no need to risk his own porcelain vase against Wang Xuan's mud pot.

After speaking, Wang Xuan yanked Liang Kun, causing him to stumble. He then opened the door and left without looking back.

A moment later, as the strength gradually returned to his body, Liang Kun heard the sound of hurried footsteps fading away. He finally let out a heavy sigh of relief. He knew he had survived this ordeal, but he still didn't know what kind of person Wang Xuan was.

Impulsive? Perverted? Mentally ill? Pretending to be crazy?

But no matter what, his dignity had been trampled today. He wasn't planning to retaliate immediately; there was no point, mainly because there was no profit. If he truly provoked Wang Xuan into a frenzy, the losses would outweigh the gains.

Of course, if an opportunity arose later to kick him while he was down, he wouldn't hesitate to strike.

Similarly, this was Wang Xuan's current thinking. Even if he killed Liang Kun now, he wouldn't have the chance to take over Tsim Sha Tsui, and it would easily disrupt the world's order, making it a complete loss. If he were to make a move in the future, it would either be when his own power was immense and capable of annexing Liang Kun, or when the plot reached a point where Liang Kun had no value in staying alive.

For now, everything was still uncertain.