You don't play by the rules

"Go get Long-Haired Kit's boys. Then round up some more men." After leaving, Gu Sheng called Big-Eyed Hua over. Half the men here followed King Boxer Yung, Mad Dog, Chui Gai, and the others, while some were fringe members. Finding a hundred men would not be difficult.

Big-Eyed Hua grew excited when he heard that.

"I'm leading this operation. Anyone got a problem with that?"

With Long-Haired Kit gone and no outstanding men under him, his remaining followers were a disorganized rabble.

The men exchanged looks. Some looked unconvinced, but nobody stepped forward.

After waiting a while without anyone speaking up, Gu Sheng said, "I don't need to tell you what to do. Who can get us a few minibuses?"

"Boss, I can." The moment money appeared, someone stepped forward.

The others thought to themselves that this guy was loaded-and pretty generous, too.

"What's your name?"

"Knife Boy Kit."

"All right, you've got half an hour. Then we move out. Everyone else, get your weapons ready." Gu Sheng waved them aside.

"Brother S, what are we going to do?" Only then did Big-Eyed Hua come closer to ask.

"Hack people up. What else? Get a late-night snack?"

Gu Sheng could not be bothered to explain further. Before long, Knife Boy Kit brought over seven minibuses-the kind where dozens of men piled out as soon as the doors slid open. In reality, each could hold twenty at most. Anyone who did not fit would have to walk.

When the time came, Gu Sheng led the men straight to the designated intersection. Passing pedestrians watched from a distance, not daring to approach, but they were not panicking either. They were used to it.

At the time, Hong Kong Island was crawling with gangsters.

Even the cops could not be bothered to intervene. They only showed up afterward to clean up.

Before long, chaos broke out a few streets behind them. Another ten-odd minutes passed before a dense mass of men came into view, advancing menacingly with weapons in hand. Tung Sing's reinforcements had arrived.

"What do we do?" Big-Eyed Hua and the others broke into a sweat at the sight.

They were badly outnumbered, after all.

"They're Hongxing!" someone on the other side shouted as soon as he spotted them.

"Found their leaders?" Gu Sheng asked the men beside him.

"Boss, the one in white is Flyboy Kun. The one in the floral shirt is Xu Fei," one of his boys immediately pointed out.

Gu Sheng did not know either man personally, but he had heard their names. Both were leaders under Thunderclap Tiger, with roughly the same standing as Mad Dog and Chui Gai.

As the Tung Sing men charged toward them, Gu Sheng ordered, "Start the engines. Ram them!"

"Ram them?" Everyone around him froze.

"No shit! Floor it and ram the bastards! Aim for those two leaders. Run them down! Big B will take responsibility if anything happens."

That was why Gu Sheng had arranged for vehicles in the first place.

Who said gang fights had to be fought with knives?

What era were they living in? They had to keep up with the times.

Before the Tung Sing men could get close, four vans floored it and charged abreast, giving them such a fright that they hurriedly leaped to either side of the road.

The Tung Sing men's eyes reddened with rage as they cursed Hongxing for fighting dirty.

Then another three vans charged over, heading straight for Flyboy Kun, who had dodged to one side. Although Gu Sheng had never learned any blade techniques, his physical prowess made him extremely fast, and he knocked down two men in quick succession.

He raised his blade to block, and a Big Black Star suddenly appeared in his left hand, pointed at Flyboy Kun.

Staring into the dark muzzle, Flyboy Kun went blank. This bastard actually pulled a gun? Did he think the cops were dead? And where had that gun come from? It seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

That moment of distraction broke Flyboy Kun's nerve, and a kick landed in his stomach. Gu Sheng rushed in and plunged his blade straight into him.

The strength drained from Flyboy Kun's body. When he looked up again, there was no gun in Gu Sheng's hand. Instead, he held a bottle of shampoo, which he deliberately waved at him.

"Fuck..." Flyboy Kun uttered his last word.

After stabbing Flyboy Kun to death, Gu Sheng felt that the things he had drawn from that space really were useful. Even if he could not fire the gun, it was good for scaring people.

Otherwise, how could he have finished the man off so quickly?

The O Squad officers were watching from a distance. Otherwise, he would have given Flyboy Kun a taste of Nine Spears of Dugu: Blade-Breaking Stance.

Besides, he had held his hand close to his body just now, so hardly anyone had seen it. It had only lasted an instant, too. Even anyone who had noticed would have thought their eyes were playing tricks.

Once Flyboy Kun died, unrest immediately spread through Tung Sing's ranks.

Xu Fei had only just led his men across the road to help when Flyboy Kun was already dead.

Hongxing's morale soared instead. Gu Sheng charged at Xu Fei, hacking down several men along the way. When he reached Xu Fei, he raised his hand and hurled a can of luncheon meat at him.

Xu Fei put up a hand to block it, then looked over and saw a gun muzzle pointed at him.

"Fuck... you Hongxing bastards don't play by the rules!" Xu Fei cursed, nearly driven mad with rage.

Gu Sheng kicked at him again, but Xu Fei reacted quickly and leaped backward out of the way.

Then another can of luncheon meat came flying at his head and struck him square in the forehead.

Gu Sheng pursued him, slashing while making cans of luncheon meat and bottles of shampoo appear in his hand and hurling them at Xu Fei's head. Within moments, he had landed two cuts on Xu Fei.

Xu Fei looked covered in blood, but his wounds were not serious.

As they fought, another can of luncheon meat struck Xu Fei in the forehead. Furious, he resolved to cut Gu Sheng down even if it meant taking a wound himself.

Then pain exploded in his crotch, and he doubled over.

As Gu Sheng threw the can of luncheon meat, he followed through with a kick that smashed Xu Fei's balls.

Xu Fei's whole body went rigid, and he nearly dropped his blade.

As Gu Sheng threw the can of luncheon meat, he followed through with a kick that smashed Xu Fei's balls.

Immediately afterward, he slit Xu Fei's throat.

With both leaders dead, Tung Sing descended into complete chaos. Before long, Hongxing's boys were chasing them down and hacking at them. Four or five hundred men were driven more than two hundred meters down the street by just over a hundred pursuers.

Gu Sheng glanced around. In that brief clash, more than a hundred men from both sides had gone down. Wounded men lay groaning across the ground, with bloodstains and scattered weapons everywhere.

Hongxing and Tung Sing accounted for roughly half each.

Click! Gu Sheng lit a cigarette and pointed around him. "Take our men with us. Bring the lightly wounded back. Send the badly wounded to the hospital."

The gang would pay for it anyway.

Before long, they had loaded all the wounded into the vehicles, and the wail of approaching police sirens sounded in the distance.

"Drive. We're heading back," Gu Sheng ordered.

"Brother S, a lot of our boys went after them," someone reminded him.

"They've got hands and feet, don't they? Don't they know to run when they see cops? And don't they know to come back once they've run?" Gu Sheng snapped.

He had done his job anyway. Tung Sing's reinforcements had been scattered, and both leaders had been wounded. Whatever happened next was none of his business.