Lin Jing stood there with a cigarette dangling from his lips and a vacant look in his eyes. Today, he had utterly lost face.
Just two years ago, he had led his brothers into battle in Tuen Mun and swept through Yau Ma Tei. Who would have thought he would end up like this today? He had made a complete fool of himself. From now on, every thug in Hong Kong Island would laugh at him for the rest of his life.
Even people who were not involved with triads would surely hear some version of what happened today from somewhere and use it as a joke.
He watched Wang Yan sit on a stool, drinking soda and laughing as he chatted with the punks sprawled on the ground. Wang Yan was also explaining things like capital, feudalism, and the underworld to the people beside him. No matter how unwilling Lin Jing felt, he could only sigh: a mighty dragon never crossed a river without cause...
Peng Yunliang was even more stirred up than Lin Jing. Countless curses were stuck in his heart, unable to come out.
He knew that Wang Yan had once taken on hundreds of people single-handedly in Jingcheng. But a scene like this still made his heart pound. It was simply too savage.
He had to admit that the fist theory was correct. After all, if their fists had not been hard enough, they would surely have been insulted and humiliated today before leaving with their anger bottled up.
Although Wang Yan had blown things up and extorted eight hundred thousand, acting with utter lawlessness, at least for now, the problem had basically been resolved perfectly.
As for retaliation afterward... Peng Yunliang looked at the laughing Wang Yan, then at Lin Jing, who looked ready to