"Fuck, those are our guys! They're upstairs! Grab your weapons!"
Crow's underlings erupted at once. Some pulled machetes and iron bars from the shops on either side and ran toward the back, while others went to round up more men.
But many felt a chill. The other side had grabbed their men, come onto their turf, and thrown them off a building.
It was a vicious way of doing things.
Even as gangsters, they felt fear at seeing people they knew die so horribly right before their eyes.
A dozen or so had just rushed around back and barely caught their breath when they saw two men in suits walking toward them.
Tin Yeung-sang and Tin Yeung-yee each held an expandable baton. They snapped them downward, then rained blows on the men's heads and faces.
Within moments, the dozen or so men who had charged over lay groaning all over the ground.
GS also came downstairs with his men. He opened the car door, rested a hand on the roof, and told the two, "Let's go. We've had enough fun today!"
Then he bent down and climbed inside.
"Drive straight over them!" he ordered the driver.
Once everyone was aboard, they switched on the headlights and drove forward. The battered Tung Sing underlings sprawled on the ground scrambled and rolled aside, but two unlucky ones still had their legs run over and rolled around clutching them, screaming.
When they reached the vicinity of Hongxing's Yuen Long turf, GS had the cars stop and sent someone to fetch Silly Fook.
"Go get your mother and sister. Have them stay in Causeway Bay for a while."
The others did not matter, but Silly Fook was one of his close men. If Crow could not find an opening to attack GS, he might