Before Tung Kwan Jai could get up from the ground, a large foot kicked him square in the face. Shark Yan grabbed a ladder and propped it against the warehouse wall.
He turned and kicked over another Wo Shing Wo underling, then told the others, "Guard it for me!"
He turned to climb, but Fung Yu-Sau rushed over in a few strides, planted one hand on the ladder, and scurried up like an ape.
"Fuck!" Shark Yan cursed bitterly, looking thoroughly disgruntled.
He turned his head and saw Airplane charging over with blood dripping from his nose.
"Get out of the way!" Airplane roared, charging with both hands protecting his head, trying to knock the ladder over.
He was going to drag that limping bastard down, no matter what.
"I'm the fucking Hong Kong-Macau Boxing Champion! You think I'm dead?" Shark Yan sneered, grabbed Airplane's arms, and tripped him, throwing him away.
Airplane was not actually that weak, but Fung Yu-Sau had just driven him into a rage.
He rolled on the ground and got up. Looking up the ladder, he saw that Fung Yu-Sau was nearly at the top.
He exchanged a glance with Tung Kwan Jai, looked at Shark Yan, then charged straight toward the ladder beside them.
Around that ladder, Chung Hing's Fok Wu was trading punches with another burly man. Without even blocking, he took the man's punch and dropped him with a rear-hand straight.
"Didn't you eat?" Fok Wu spat on the ground.
"Wu! Behind you!" another underling suddenly shouted.
Fok Wu turned and saw a knee coming straight at him. His face burst open, and he fell backward.
Airplane and Tung Kwan Jai took out several Chung Hing underlings and scrambled frantically up the ladder.
Meanwhile, Shark Yan curled his lip disdainfully, glanced around,