In fact, Chan Yiu's initial thinking had been much the same as Lee Yongchuan's.
He knew Chiang Tin-sang and Chiang Tin-yeung very well.
The more a person had, the less willing they were to let it go.
The punks on the streets lived without knowing whether they would see tomorrow and could risk their lives at any moment, but few still did that once they became a Boss.
And as Hongxing's Leader, one held an even higher position, but also had more concerns.
So what had happened tonight had completely exceeded his expectations.
Still, he said nothing more. Clearly, there was no point in saying anything to LS now.
He would have to make some preparations when he got back.
The Lee Family really was not easy to cross. They could put up tens of millions at any time to have someone hack you to death.
If Hong Kong Island's street punks could not kill you, they would hire mercenaries from Southeast Asia.
Even if you were made of iron, how many nails could you withstand?
Back when He Xin obtained his gaming license on Macau Island, plenty of triad Bosses and gamblers eyed it covetously. Some even threatened to take his life.
He Xin had announced a bounty of one million.
If he died, whoever killed his murderer within forty-eight hours would receive that million.
That had been over twenty years ago, when a million was an astronomical sum. Countless desperate men were willing to risk everything for that money.
After that, the triad Bosses coveting Macau Island's gaming license backed off one after another, and only then did He Xin become Macau Island's King of Gambling.
So although Hong Kong Island's triads were arrogant, they did not dare provoke those top tycoons.
Not to mention that, besides being