Sai Fei, the Boss of Tiu Sei, waited anxiously for news in his room. The ashtray was stuffed with cigarette butts.
After an unknown length of time, the phone rang.
"Boss, it failed. Those mercenaries are all dead, and O didn't get away either."
"Fuck! They still managed to fail!" Sai Fei cursed, sitting on the sofa and breathing heavily.
He and Uncle Yan had pooled their money to hire these mercenaries and the assassin, all of them experts. He hadn't expected them to fail to kill Handsome Sheng even then.
Hongxing was putting more and more pressure on him now. Especially after word spread that Prince had been sold out by his own men, he had changed addresses three times in the past two days.
Only two or three people who would never betray him knew where he was staying.
He knew perfectly well that things had reached the point where, even if he wanted peace, Handsome Sheng wouldn't let him off.
If Handsome Sheng didn't die, he would.
Only after sitting on the sofa thinking for a long time did Sai Fei call Uncle Yan.
"Take some men to Pak Bun Centre and bring the money back," Gu Sheng instructed Tin Yeung-sang on the way back to the hotel.
Tin Yeung-sang nodded.
Late that night, while Gu Sheng was busy in the hotel, many people sprang into action.
In Kwun Tong, a van slowly stopped outside an old residential building.
Zhang Chun looked through the window at the third floor. It was an old-style tenement with exterior corridors.
"Remember, take him alive!" Zhang Chun reminded them.
The others nodded, then each put on a Peking opera mask.
The van door slid open with a clatter, and the group got out and headed toward the stairs.
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