The commotion drew a few looks, but hardly anyone cared.
There were plenty of arrogant, overbearing thugs around.
Besides, the other side was a Triad from Taiwan.
As for whatever grudges they had between them, nobody else cared.
Even GS himself did not care.
If the Four Seas Gang had a problem, they could come after him.
Or he could go after them someday when he was in a bad mood.
Only the Four Seas Gang themselves knew that Heng Mei of Shui Ling's Ten Greats-the man GS had whipped like a child with a spear held in one hand after Shui Ling's death, then stabbed through the throat-had been the head of their Action Group.
He had not belonged to Tung Sing. He had fought as one of Shui Ling's Ten Greats, only to die at GS's hands on the spot.
The Four Seas Gang obviously could not bring that up, but plenty of them disliked GS.
They had never expected him to be so vicious, turning hostile without warning.
"Brother S, ninety-six of the boys aren't badly hurt. Fifteen are crippled, and eight are seriously injured. We don't know if they'll make it. The rest aren't breathing." After counting everyone, Ah Tung came over to report to GS.
There had been 138 men in total. Ninety-six had escaped unharmed or with minor injuries, such as a couple of slashes somewhere nonfatal or a missing finger.
Eighteen had died after being struck in vital spots during the melee.
And that was with wrist guards and steel plates protecting them, and Tin Yeung-sang, Ah Wu, Fung Yu-Sau, and the others leading the charge, taking out the enemy's experts and Bosses outright.
That alone showed how brutal the fight had been.
The other Bosses had fewer than half their men