Qingkui District, Chengyue Road.
Four Evergreen Logistics trucks were parked on the roadside with their hazard lights on.
Ahead of them was a black SUV, inside which sat Xu Yuejin, Chen Dawei, Xiong Hai, and their guide Duan Min.
Five hundred meters in front of them, nearly three to four hundred people were engaged in a street brawl.
The scene was comparable to a movie, but far more violent and bloody than any cinematic depiction.
The drainage ditches along both sides of the road channeled copious amounts of blood like small streams into the sewers.
Looking at the center of the brawl, severed limbs and dismembered bodies, along with numerous dead and injured gang members, were everywhere.
Inside the SUV.
Xu Yuejin, holding binoculars, watched the chaotic street ahead with keen interest.
Duan Min, the guide, had heard about the background of these people before they arrived.
Seeing Xu Yuejin engrossed and enjoying himself, he couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Xu, do gangs in the mainland solve their problems differently from those in Hong Kong?"
"Of course, it's different. If you dared to do this in the mainland, you'd be sentenced to death the next day!"
Xu Yuejin's words were immediately echoed by Chen Dawei and Xiong Hai.
Why did they, ordinary people not affiliated with any gang, seek work in the mainland?
The reason was simple: the mainland lacked a strong gang culture, and its public security conditions were several notches above Hong Kong's.
Duan Min, on the other hand, had lived in Hong Kong his entire life and only traveled to the mainland for temporary business trips, returning within a day or two without staying long.
Therefore, he had indeed never witnessed gang disputes in the mainland.
"Mr. Xu, how do you resolve conflicts with your enemies then?"
Duan Min asked with great curiosity.
"You'll know how we solve problems later."
Xu Yuejin did not answer directly but evaded the question with a smile. "Brother Duan, how long do these large-scale brawls usually last?"
"As soon as one of the leaders from either side falls, the melee will end immediately."
"Ah Cheng Rong, you absolutely must not die."
As the operative in charge in Hong Kong, Xu Yuejin's sole objective tonight was to eliminate Ah Cheng Rong, who had burned down his company.
Duan Min, overhearing his soft murmur, immediately smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Xu. The ones fighting Ah Cheng Rong are from the Fierce Tiger Society, led by Big Mouth Ma. That man can't defeat Ah Cheng Rong."
"That's good!"
Just as they finished speaking, Xiong Hai's phone rang simultaneously.
He answered, let out a few "uh-huhs," and then said, "Ah Jin, the boss and the others will reach the Bailiansheng main headquarters in five minutes. Get us ready quickly."
Xu Yuejin nodded, picked up his walkie-talkie, and instructed, "Da Sheng, take two trucks and stay behind. Besides blocking their retreat, you must personally witness Ah Cheng Rong appear. You've seen the photos; you must recognize the man."
"Brother Jin, you can rest assured about my work!"
"Alright!"
Xu Yuejin said no more, signaling the driver to depart.
The SUV drove off for less than two minutes before two of the trucks followed suit.
...
North of Qingkui District, Huachen Road.
The Bailiansheng main headquarters was located on this street, a three-story teahouse.
At first glance, it exuded an ancient charm and a sense of history.
Due to the chaos in Hong Kong's triad world that night, Bailiansheng had two to three hundred members remaining at the headquarters, in addition to those who had gone to seize territory.
Even though it was past midnight, the area outside the headquarters was still bustling with activity, people coming and going.
Over a hundred low-level thugs, with knives tucked into their waistbands or baseball bats by their sides, sat on car hoods and on the roadside railings, completely surrounding the Bailiansheng headquarters.
Not far away, a black SUV slowed to a stop, followed by five trucks behind it.
Inside the car.
Guo Yue glanced at the Bailiansheng headquarters, swarming with people, then picked up his walkie-talkie and turned on the channel.
"Da Cheng, what's the situation at the back door of the teahouse?"
After a burst of static, Da Cheng, the leader, replied, "There are fewer people at the back door, only about thirty or forty. Boss, do you want us to send Old Five and the others to support you at the front?"
"No need. Stick to the plan. As soon as you make a move, we'll act."
Guo Yue replied casually, then switched the walkie-talkie to the main channel. "Listen up, everyone. Don't turn off your engines. As soon as Da Cheng and his men move, charge in immediately."
"Received, Boss!"
The lead figures in the five trucks behind responded.
The middle-aged man sent by Huo Dongcheng to guide them was named Yang Jinmao.
He surveyed the nearly three hundred gang members ahead and swallowed hard. "Mr. Guo, the five trucks behind only have about a hundred and twenty to thirty men at most. The other side has nearly three hundred. How are you going to charge in?"
Guo Yue chuckled, put down the walkie-talkie, and said, "So what if there are three hundred? They're just scum who play with knives and sticks. Just watch, Old Yang!"
Seeing his confident demeanor, Yang Jinmao felt uneasy.
One hundred men against three hundred? Wasn't this suicide?
Just as Yang Jinmao hesitated about whether to notify Mr. Huo, the gang members in front suddenly charged towards the headquarters.
The next second, the five trucks behind the SUV sped forward.
Screech!
Five piercing brake sounds echoed on the street.
Crash!
As the truck beds opened, over a hundred men in bandit masks, wielding firearms, jumped out.
Instantly, gunfire erupted on the street!
At this moment, Yang Jinmao finally understood where Guo Yue's confidence came from.
These were all Remingtons and submachine guns. How could they compare to those low-level thugs armed with cleavers and steel pipes?
Their weapons were not on the same level.
Not to mention that the low-level thugs were facing a group of desperadoes from the north who wouldn't hesitate to kill.
In less than a minute, the gang members on the entire street either lay in pools of blood or had already fled.
"Old Yang, the boss said you're not allowed to show yourselves. Stay in the car and give me two minutes!"
With that, Guo Yue opened the door and got out.
Watching the figure walk into the teahouse, Yang Jinmao slowly recovered from his shock.
He took out his phone and directly called Huo Dongcheng.
As soon as the call connected, he immediately said, "Boss, I finally understand why mainland forces are not allowed into Hong Kong."
"What are you talking about?"
"Because our Hong Kong gangs are not on the same level as mainland forces. Hong Kong is still fighting with cold weapons, while the mainlanders come with shotguns or submachine guns. This is scarier than a gunfight movie."
Hearing this, Huo Dongcheng on the other end of the line was also stunned.
Just as Old Huo was about to speak, Guo Yue suddenly ran back to the car.
Immediately after, a deafening explosion rocked the street.
The ancient-looking teahouse was instantly engulfed in raging flames.
"Damn it, what era is this? Still hacking away with cleavers. A matter that can be resolved with two shots, and they have to fight to the death. Hong Kong gangs are truly decadent."
Listening to Guo Yue's grumbling, Yang Jinmao, holding his phone, and Huo Dongcheng on the other end fell into silence.
At the same time.
Ah Cheng Rong, who had just taken territory, immediately led his men back to Huachen Road upon receiving news of the attack on the headquarters.
As Ah Cheng Rong and his men drove onto the mountain road, two trucks suddenly appeared in front of them, blocking the center of the road.