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Pushing open the door and entering the ward, Jackals was currently deathly pale and listless. It was clearly a symptom of excessive blood loss.

A nurse was giving Jackals an IV drip. She turned around and saw the two people entering the ward, shouting, "This is a ward, how can you just walk in? And you're smoking!"

Viper turned his head and glared at the young nurse, his eyes filled with coldness and malice.

The young nurse flinched and immediately shut her mouth. After obediently finishing the IV drip for Viper, she quickly ran out.

Jackals, hearing the commotion, also opened his eyes. Seeing that the visitors were Dragon Head and Viper, he excitedly wanted to get up. However, his empty arm made his movement awkward, and his body tilted to one side. The wound on his severed arm hit the hospital bed, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Ahhh, it hurts like hell!"

"Boss, we were chopped! My arm was cut off! It's all that damned Dongxingzai! Four died! Yougui is dead! Over a dozen were seriously injured! All chopped by an East Star 49er! Boss, you have to avenge us!"

Jackals shouted loudly, the muscles on his face trembling. He still felt a lingering fear remembering that madman.

Yan Tze Tak's expression was grim. This trouble was his doing, and he had to resolve it.

"Do you know his name?"

Jackals paused, then gritted his teeth. "No, he was a madman. I was talking to Baki when he suddenly rushed out. Without a word, he swung his Japanese War Blade and chopped at my head. If I hadn't dodged quickly, he would have killed me then!"

Yan Tze Tak forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart, refraining from calling them useless. Hundreds of people! Couldn't they defeat one person?!

Not only did they lose four men, but they were also chased through the streets by one person. You've completely disgraced the Hong Yi Society! How are you going to operate in Hong Kong Island from now on!

"Don't worry, I've already sent out the message. Once we find him, we won't let him go. He can't possibly withstand our entire Hong Yi Society!" With narrowed eyes, cold words came out of Yan Tze Tak's mouth, one by one. The temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees.

Telling Jackals to recover well, Yan Tze Tak pushed open the door and left the ward. Not long after walking out, he saw a group of police officers walking towards him. He cursed under his breath, "Bad luck, running into dead cops as soon as I go out."

Several police officers walked up to Yan Tze Tak, pulled out their badges, and flashed them. "Hello, we're from the O Group."

Putting on a smile, Yan Tze Tak spread his hands. "Officers, what can I do for you!"

The leading police officer sized up Yan Tze Tak. "We received a report of a serious fight and brawl on Portland Street. Someone was seriously injured. We're here to verify if it's true."

"Really? How come I don't know about it!" Yan Tze Tak feigned surprise. "My brothers were injured accidentally while doing their jobs. They definitely weren't involved in any fighting or brawling."

Fighting and injuring people? Four people are dead, and you're not going to East Star to arrest anyone!

However, he didn't dare to say that. If things escalated, it wouldn't be good for anyone.

Besides, there were rules in the underworld. You had to handle your own affairs. Going to the cops would earn you contempt from everyone, and you wouldn't be able to operate anymore.

"Are you sure?" the leading police officer asked Yan Tze Tak.

"I'm sure!"

"So, nothing's wrong then? You get injured, you treat yourself!" the police officer said jokingly, his tone filled with schadenfreude.

The police definitely knew the details. They probably knew about the deaths too, considering how many people were involved at the scene and the onlookers from surrounding shops. But if no one reported it, the police wouldn't bother.

"Of course, I'll treat myself. Do you think the Social Welfare Department will reimburse our medical expenses!"

"Tch!" The leading police officer sneered and left without another word. They didn't care about gang fights and infighting as long as it didn't endanger civilians and no one reported it. This was called fighting fire with fire. It would be better if they all died, then Hong Kong would be peaceful.

This was also why the police always arrived last after gang fights. They would only maintain a perimeter outside and clean up the mess after the fight was over. The police department wished they could open a dedicated fighting arena for them to battle it out, perhaps even generating revenue!

While Wang Xuan was recuperating, Baki took advantage of the chaos after Jackals' subordinates scattered and immediately mobilized a large number of men. They directly occupied all of Mong Kok and Portland Street, greatly expanding their influence and increasing their prestige.

Although Yan Tze Tak's Hong Yi Society was reluctant to give up Mong Kok, their other two territories were also being eyed by East Star. It felt like they would be wiped out if they showed any more weakness.

When a wall falls, everyone pushes; when a drum is rotten, everyone beats it. The Hong Yi Society was currently in a precarious state. Besides East Star, Hung Hing and several other small gangs were also coveting their territory.

A week later, the stitches were removed, and the wound was mostly healed, much faster than Wang Xuan had anticipated. This was thanks to Shen Leman coming every day to change his dressing and take good care of him. Their relationship had also progressed to a certain extent. Compared to the petty thugs she had encountered before, Wang Xuan, a guy from 9102, was much more refined.

He would crack jokes and tell stories, always managing to make Shen Leman smile.

Of course, it would have been even better if Ah Wai didn't arrive punctually every day.

With his body mostly recovered and no longer hindering his movements, he arrived just in time for East Star's Fragrant Hall ceremony. As a great contributor, Wang Xuan followed Baki to the East Star headquarters.

As they reached the entrance of the headquarters, Baki said to Wang Xuan before getting out of the car, "We took over Mong Kok and Portland Street. Today is for rewarding merit. After we go in, just say what the boss asks you. Don't speak otherwise."

"I understand."

East Star's Fragrant Hall wasn't large because only a few people could come here; they were all important figures in the gang. Either you were a district manager, or you were a retired elder.

There were also people like Wang Xuan who had made great contributions to the gang, or trusted subordinates of the district managers.

In the center of the Fragrant Hall was a large long table with a row of chairs on either side. Two more rows of chairs were placed along the walls. In the center of the back wall was a statue of Guan Gong.

In Hong Kong, Second Uncle Guan was very busy. The police worship Guan Gong, the triads worship Guan Gong, and businessmen also worship Guan Gong. Who knows if he could handle all the work!

When Wang Xuan and Baki entered, many of the bosses had already arrived. Baki instructed Wang Xuan to sit aside first, and then walked towards a blond man sitting at the long table.

That man was nicknamed Golden-Haired Tiger Sandhopper, one of the East Star Five Tigers. He was the district manager of Sham Shui Po. He was arrogant and overbearing, holding a high position in East Star, and didn't even put the Hung Hing boss in his eyes.

Baki worked under him, managing several streets near Mong Kok in Sham Shui Po.

The two spoke in low voices for a few minutes, then Baki turned back and beckoned Wang Xuan.