Han Xiu looked at Chen Haonan's group. Pheasant, prepuce, nest skin, Datian Er! The nest skin was not dead yet, which meant that the plot had not yet begun.
As for why Big Boss B had called them over, Han Xiu didn't understand.
"Brothers, I called you here today because our place in Cavern Bay has been swept. What do you think we should do?”Big Boss B said loudly with anger.
"Fight back!" The leader below roared as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
Han Xiu looked at everything calmly.
"Alright, bring your weapons and gather here at nine o'clock tonight.”Big Boss B said, and the other small leaders began to leave and go back to prepare.
"Bring along some weapons? Are you really going to fight with Jing Kun?" Han Xiu was somewhat puzzled.
After all, even if Big Boss B did not get along with Jing Kun, it was obviously impossible for him to really attack Jing Kun and bring weapons with him.
They were all fellow disciples of the same sect. If they really fought, it would be equivalent to falling out with each other. Jiang Tiansheng, that smiling tiger, would definitely not tolerate such a thing happening.
Although Jiang Tiansheng liked to see internal strife between the leaders, he would never see them fight to the death. This was beyond his bottom line.
Soon, Han Xiu came to a conclusion. It shouldn't be Jing Kun. The most likely person was East Star.
East Star and Hongxing had been enemies for a long time. Even the kids in Hong Kong knew about it.
Show off? There was no need for that. Han Xiu only needed to do what he could. There was no need for him to be in the limelight.
Big Boss B might not have a brain, but Jiang Tiansheng was different. Han Xiu had no choice but to enter Jiang Tiansheng's eyes too early, which was not a good thing.
Back at the bar.
Han Xiu gathered his underlings and prepared everything.
Midnight.
"Let's go. " Han Xiu looked at the thirty or so underlings behind him and said indifferently. Then, he came to Big Boss B's hall.
A short mule once said that it was midnight in Hong Kong, and the short mule had the final say.
Although this was an exaggeration, it was a true reflection of Hong Kong in this era.
By 1982, Hong Kong would become even crazier and more chaotic.
Hundreds of people gathered in Big Boss B's hall.
This number was already quite a number. Those gangs that claimed to have tens of thousands of people were actually temporary workers hired by some people.
Even an old gang like Hongxing only had 20,000 to 30,000 people. That's right, the actual situation was even less.
Even the official Scorpion had to be paid for. This was not a small expense. The medical expenses after the fight, the settling down allowance, being able to support so many people was already Hongxing's limit.
However, it was not too much. There were twelve halls in Hongxing, and each hall only had an average of two to three thousand people.
"Get in the car, let's go! "Big Boss B got into a van first.
Han Xiu also got into the car with his underlings. The motorcade began to set off from Big Boss B's hall.
In the car, Han Xiu already knew who his target was.
East Star!
Only East Star would keep looking for trouble with Hongxing.
Han Xiu and his underlings were assigned to a smokehouse in East Star. Their mission was to raid this smokehouse.
After arriving at the destination.
Han Xiu got out of the car, lit a cigarette, and leaned against the car.
"Go ahead. " Han Xiu said indifferently as he looked at the smoking establishment in front of him. Although it was very remote, it was still easy to find Hongxing, which was also a club.
Han Xiu's underlings began to make their move.
Each of them held steel pipes and machetes and tied them to their hands with gauze or tape.
The purpose was to prevent his hand from slipping and the weapon from flying out when he was cutting people.
Han Xiu leaned against the carriage as he smoked. He didn't care if his underlings were injured. This was how gangsters were these days. The most common people in Hong Kong were pygmies.
Crippled or dead, they could just replace them with another batch. Was the life of a short mule a life?
No!
Scorpion's life was not a life, it was just weeds.
Those who came out to mingle were all risking their lives for the future. These short mules also knew that there would be a time when they would be chopped up. They had no right to regret walking this path.
It was either to make a name for himself, to be mediocre, or to die on the road. It was that simple.
Half an hour later.
Thirty-seven people went in, but when they came out, only thirty-five were injured.
However, these short mules were all excited. Killing people was addictive.
"Clean up the bodies of the fallen brothers. "Han Xiu said indifferently.
"Yes, Big Brother Xiu! "These short mules said in unison.
Han Xiu got into the car and contacted Big Boss B.
"Brother B, it's me, Han Xiu. I've settled the smoke shop.“
"Xiu Zai, bring some people to support Hao Nan. "Big Boss B said to Han Xiu.
"Got it, Brother B. "Han Xiu took a deep puff of his cigarette and looked out the window with a deep gaze.
The driver didn't need any instructions and drove straight to Chen Haonan's place.
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