After Gu Sheng threw those two grenades, the remaining Wah Kee men began to crack.
The gap in firepower was too great, and the Wah Kee men had never expected-or dared-to act as recklessly as Gu Sheng.
Malaysia's gangs were no different from Hong Kong Island's triads. They mostly used knives, only occasionally resorting to guns, and even then, only handguns.
After all, they normally fought over turf, robbed other criminals, extorted money, and kidnapped people. They weren't fighting a war.
But the Wah Kee men also knew Hongxing wouldn't spare them. Seeing grenades being thrown, they knew they couldn't keep hiding and immediately got up to fight for their lives.
After a chaotic burst of gunfire, the remaining seven or eight Wah Kee men fell to the ground, shot.
"Check the place!" Gu Sheng ordered.
Several of Wang Jianjun's men immediately checked the rooms one by one.
"Check the money!" Gu Sheng glanced at the pile of cases. Tin Yeung-sang and the others immediately stepped forward and opened them, revealing two layers of US dollars inside.
They picked out two bundles at random and flipped through them, then closed the cases after confirming there was nothing wrong.
They checked more than half the cases without finding any problems.
"Looks like you really didn't pull anything with the money!" Gu Sheng crouched beside Lu Guangzhi and patted his cheek with his gun, his expression mocking.
"Why couldn't you behave yourself? Of all the people you could've crossed, you had to come after me. Feeling good now?"
"Come on, tell us how you feel." Gu Sheng looked around, then told Wang Jianjun, "Bring the microphone over for Wah Kee's Leader! Let's welcome Wah Kee's Leader to give us a speech!"
Lu Guangzhi was barely clinging to life now, his face pale.