radicalducati Chapter 19 Fishing Fun, Here I Come!
Chapter 19 Fishing Fun, Here I Come!
Liang Kun lightly patted Sha Qiang on the back of the head and retorted, "You want to fight him for territory? Do you even have his brains?"
"Well……"
Sha Qiang was speechless.
If he could use his brain, he wouldn't be nicknamed "Silly Qiang".
"Remember, no one above the rank of leader should get involved. Make sure all the underlings listen to Iron Fist Fan." After giving the orders, Handsome Kun couldn't help but sigh, "If you don't use your brain when you're a gangster, you'll be a gangster for life."
Sha Qiang hastily gathered two hundred men, ordered them to take their weapons, and sent them to Mong Kok as quickly as possible.
Watching the troop carriers leave one by one, Liang Kun was eager to see just how far Chen Fan could go.
Just then, the phone rang.
"Hey, Ah Kun? This is Big B. Ah Yao told me you have over a thousand men. I've surrounded Hung Tai Fei Lin, who came to ambush us, outside the Tsz Wan Shan Boxing Gym. That bastard has six or seven hundred men. Quickly send three or four hundred more, let's wipe out Hung Tai and his gang!"
"Ah B, things aren't going well for me either. Hong Tai Bao Rong brought nearly a thousand men to sweep away the territory I just acquired. You should find someone else."
Big B's character is perfectly clear to Liang Kun.
This guy, who's really surrounded Hong Tai's Dan San, would never call for help. At this point, it's definitely Hong Tai's men who will corner Big B in that lousy boxing gym.
Asking for help while resorting to trickery means you'll be doing someone a favor for nothing; Big B will definitely not give you any reward!
"Ah Kun, we've known each other for over ten years, are you sure you don't want this opportunity to make a name for yourself?" Big B said anxiously.
"It's not that I don't want it, it's just that I don't have the manpower."
Big B hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and prepared to confess: "Ah Kun, I'll be honest..."
"Stop talking now, Ah B, just hold on a little longer. If you haven't finished by 2:30 in the morning, I'll definitely call all the men over to help you wipe out those bastards from Hong Tai."
After saying that, Liang Kun hung up the phone immediately.
"Damn it!"
Hearing the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Big B completely broke down.
"Brother B, the guys can't hold on anymore, let's break out through the back door!"
Big B wiped the sweat from his brow and shouted outside, "Hold on a little longer! I've already asked Mr. Jiang for help!"
.........
Mong Kok.
"Brother Fan, we just had over two hundred people called. Now we have nearly five hundred people. We should be able to compete with the Wo Luen Shing team."
"Five hundred men is about right. Once the fighting starts, we'll stick to the old rule: catch the kingpin first. After we catch that bastard Fishing Lok, I'll have to ask Luen Shing to compensate us for all our losses tonight!"
When Chen Fan saw two container trucks and seven or eight troop carriers approaching from the end of the street, his expression immediately darkened.
Crunch-!
At that moment, several troop carriers drove up from the side of the road.
Chen Fan frowned slightly: "Is anyone else interested in Hongtai's territory?"
Ahua and the others gripped their weapons tightly, beads of cold sweat forming on their foreheads.
However, a group of people, also wearing white gloves, jumped out of the vehicles. The leader shouted, "Brother Fan, Brother Kun sent us to support you!"
"Great! Brother Kun, you're so kind!" Chen Fan grinned. "I'll remember this favor!"
Lin Huai-le pointed at Chen Fan and shouted, "Iron Fist Fan, I'll give you three minutes to get your men out of Mong Kok, and I might spare you! Otherwise, don't blame me..."
"Your taste is just as good as mine!"
Chen Fan forcefully interrupted Lin Huai Le, turned his head to look behind him, and asked, "Brothers, the fishing enthusiasts from Wo Luen Shing are trying to cut off our source of income with a bunch of idiots. What do you guys think we should do?"
"Kill them!"
The 3,000 yuan bonus was too tempting. There was no fear in the eyes of Chen Fan's underlings; their pupils were filled with the symbol of money.
"Brothers, kill!!"
Chen Fan gave Ahua a look, and the two of them charged ahead towards Lin Huai Le on the other side.
"Go! Kill those Hung Hing bastards! Whoever cripples Iron Fist Fan will get a thousand, and five hundred for every cut he makes!"
Lin Huai-le also understood the principle that a generous reward will surely attract brave men.
Unfortunately, his financial resources and courage were ultimately far inferior, and his bounty could only provide a limited boost to morale.
This time, Chen Fan went all out, wielding the two butterfly knives with such skill that they created afterimages. The silver light flashed as he passed by, leaving cuts on the arms and cheeks of the Wo Luen Shing thugs around him.
In the blink of an eye, four or five thugs were crying and wailing, clutching their injured hands.
The cries and screams didn't last long before they were drowned out by the Hung Hing thugs behind Chen Fan.
They certainly won't die, but their injured hands will likely make it difficult for them to even hold a bowl of rice in the future.
"Damn it, which bastard is the one who spread this nonsense about Iron Fist Fan liking to fight bare-handed? I curse his ancestors for eight generations!"
Lin Huaiyue's forehead was covered in cold sweat as he watched Chen Fan approach.
With each turn of those two butterfly knives, his heart trembled.
So fierce!
"Fishing fun, I'm fucking here!"
When he was less than fifty meters away from Lin Huai Le, Chen Fan swung his twin swords forward.
Two cold beams pierced precisely through Lin Huai Le's arms.
"what!"
Clang!
Lin Huai Le felt a sharp pain and the knife slipped from his hand, falling to the ground.
Ah Wah shouted at the perfect moment, "Fishing Fun is a flop! Hung Hing brothers, give it your all and wipe these bastards out!"
Hearing this, the morale of the Hung Hing members soared even higher, while the younger members of the Wo Luen Shing were filled with trepidation.
They wanted to look back, but being distracted in the midst of battle was suicidal. As they began to retreat, their formation crumbled, and more men were cut down.
"Fishing Joy, if you had just stayed put in Jordan, I wouldn't have bothered with you. But you had to be so stubborn and insist on being the fisherman. Did you really think I was some easy target to take advantage of?"
"Tie...Chen...Chen Fan, let...let me go, I can take them away right now, Tung Choi Street will be yours from now on, I won't fight you for it, I'll turn around and leave any place you have in the future, let me go, I beg you!" Lin Huai Le begged for mercy repeatedly, his body trembling like a leaf.
Chen Fan squatted down and patted his face with a smile: "Don't worry, as long as you know what's good for you, I won't kill you."
"I...I'll give you the money. I have an apartment in Jordan with at least 500,000...no, at least 800,000 in it, it's all yours!"
"Eight hundred thousand?" Chen Fan's smile vanished, and he stomped on the man's face. "Are you kidding me? Jordan isn't exactly a goldmine, but it's a place where you can make enough money to support a large triad branch. And this is all you've got after all these years? You might as well save it for your coffin!"
"No...no, I still have...I still have some, I'll give them all to you..."
With a mournful face, Lin Huai Le revealed the location of his hidden money.
Chen Fan lifted him up, turned to look at the gangsters fighting, and said in a deep voice, "Listen up, you guys from Wo Luen Shing! If you don't want to see your leader selling salted duck eggs, get the hell out of Mong Kok right now!"
Upon hearing the sound, the Wo Luen Shing thugs, who had long lost their will to fight, threw down their weapons and turned to run.
Seeing someone trying to drive away, Chen Fan shouted, "I told you to get lost, I didn't give you a ride! Anyone who dares to touch my car, I'll tear down Diaoyu Le's ancestral hall right now!"
This was a matter of male dignity, so Lin Huaiyue quickly shouted, "Are you all deaf? All of you, run back home!"
Those thugs from Wo Luen Shing who had just boarded the bus could only slink off and scatter in all directions.
Watching the gangsters from Wo Luen Shing walk away, Chen Fan found a rope and tied up Lin Wai Lok, then had him sent directly back to the bar in Kwun Tong to be locked up by Fly.
He then told Ahua where Lin Huai-le had hidden the money, and asked him to notify the plane to retrieve it alone.
The remaining battlefield was handled simply. Regardless of whose weapons they were, all the weapons on the ground were collected and hidden in nearby areas. With this battle over, it was an indisputable fact that Hongtai's territory had changed hands.
The matter was almost resolved when the police finally arrived, albeit late.
Generally speaking, as long as ordinary citizens are not harmed in gang fights, the police will not rush in to interrupt immediately. In their view, it is better if the gangsters die, as society will be more stable.
Of course, this is partly due to the tacit approval of the Western high-ranking officials. Most of the triads in Hong Kong are the black gloves of Western officials and conglomerates, especially the largest troublemaker, the Political Department.