Once Tung Sing and Hongxing finished checking the weapons everyone had brought and confirmed neither side had firearms, the Bosses of the other gangs all withdrew into the distance.
That included Brother Kei, Zuo Tai, and Chan Yiu, the three Bosses with little fighting ability.
"Why are there women here too?" Airplane, standing behind Ah Lok, could not help asking, his tone a little odd.
There were women among both Hongxing and Tung Sing's people.
Although Hon Ping had hoped Thirteen Sisters would stay out of it, she had been quite straightforward about it and brought her people into the fight.
Besides her, there was another woman among Hongxing's forces: Shen Xue, standing behind GS.
On Tung Sing's side were Shui Ling and her disciples Qi Qiaoqiao and Ninth Sister-the yellow-haired woman and the female driver GS had kicked earlier.
With these few women mixed in among a crowd of burly men, the sight inevitably felt a little strange.
"Not just women. There's a cripple too," Tung Kwan Jai said with interest.
"Just watch. Don't talk too much," Ah Lok reminded the two with a smile.
Nearby, among Chung Yee Shun's people, Lian Ho-lung's younger brother Lian Ho-tung asked the blue-haired man beside him, "Luo Tin-hung, who do you think will win?"
Luo Tin-hung studied the field for a long while before smiling. "That depends on which side's leaders can fight better!"
In a fight on this scale, the strength of the experts leading the charge mattered a great deal.
A little farther away, Ding Yao stood smiling, a cigarette between her fingers and an unfathomable look in her eyes, her skirt fluttering constantly in the sea breeze.
Everyone from the other gangs watched the thousand people facing off with blades in hand. Even a kilometer away, they could feel