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Ah Ting nodded:
"Then I'll go to the right and fight the fat dog!"
After they finished speaking, the two looked at each other, then turned around and walked back to back in two directions. The two hundred Tung Sing underlings behind them automatically split into two teams without any command, and then each followed Hong Wentong and A Ting to meet their respective enemies.
When Ailian and the others saw that Hong Wentong and A Ting dared to come out with two hundred men and even split into two groups, they all sneered in unison.
"They really don't know what's good for them, daring to divide their forces with such a small number of men!"
"It seems they're headed for their coffins today, so let's send them on their way!"
Andy, standing next to Sister Ailian, nodded, raised the knife in his hand, and roared angrily:
"Charge! Kill Tung Sing!"
Over there, Fatty shouted, his fat face trembling like a lion dog's:
"Kill them! Take back Temple Street!"
The two groups of people rushed towards Hong Wentong and A Ting in the middle like a tidal wave. The footsteps of nearly a thousand people marched at the same time, and the entire Temple Street trembled. The sound of footsteps was like thunder.
However, when Hong Wentong and A Ting saw Hengji's men rushing towards them, they did not rush out to meet them immediately. Instead, they maintained a slow and calm pace, as if they were watching the tide rushing towards them but remained as steady as Mount Tai.
Soon, Heng Kee's team had already reached one-third of the way.
At this point, many of Hengji's men had begun to relax, and the pace of those in front had slowed down.
Seeing that the person opposite them had slowed down, Ah Ting and Hong Wentong both showed a cold smile.
The plan was devised by Ah Ting. He had calculated that the distance between the two sides of Temple Street and the center of the street was at least one kilometer. At such a distance, if the other party were rushing over, they would probably start to get tired halfway there. This is the normal behavior of an average person.
As the so-called one-shot, and then decline, three and exhausted.
This is what sets Ah Ting apart from ordinary short mules in terms of thinking ability, as a college student, and his ability to always grasp the opponent's weaknesses in the details. This is also what Hong Wentong admires most about him.
Hengji's men had only made halfway through their charge when they started to relax a bit, while Ah Ting and his men calmly walked a few dozen meters before launching their own attack.
"Charge! Kill these good-for-nothings!"
"Come on!"
With a furious roar, Ah Ting led a hundred Dongxing swordsmen in a counter-charge against Hengji's men.
Over there, Hong Wentong raised his machete and roared:
"Kill them all, spare that young widow, she's mine!"
"kill!"
The two groups of Tung Sing members charged towards both sides of Temple Street simultaneously. Because they had been walking slowly and leisurely at the beginning, they had conserved their energy. Now, when they suddenly launched their attack, they were as fierce as tigers.
Seeing this, Hengji's men on both sides raised their swords and charged forward again. However, unlike their initial momentum, they were now seeing Dongxing's strong momentum, and having already run several hundred meters, their morale and strength had weakened considerably.
In the blink of an eye, Ah Ting and Hong Wentong had already led their respective men to the front of Heng Kee's underlings. The two groups of men were like two powerful tides, instantly crashing violently into Heng Kee's men.
Bang, crack, bang...
The sounds of blades slicing through people, the clanging of steel pipes and machetes, the roars of people, and the screams of the wounded all mingled together, like a grand and tragic symphony!
Although Dongxing had few men, they were all extremely fierce and skilled in battle. Many of them wielded two swords and charged into the crowd, hacking and slashing wildly with both hands. Naturally, they were far superior to the rabble that Hengji had hastily gathered.
Although Ah Ting was a college graduate, he charged into the flock of sheep like a tiger with a machete in hand. After rushing to the side of Heng Kee's underlings, he cut down one of them with a single blow, and then kicked another Heng Kee underling in front of him, sending him staggering back several feet.
At this moment, Sang Gou and Fatty Hua attacked him from the left and right. Although they were rough and brutish men, they knew the principle of capturing the leader first. Each of them carried a machete and attacked Ah Ting from both sides.
Ah Ting dodged the dog's blade and turned to be next to Fatty Wah.
Fatty Wah was large and slow to react. When he saw Ah Ting rush to his side, he immediately turned around and swung his knife. But Ah Ting's knife was much faster than his. Before his blade could strike, Ah Ting had already cleaved down his right arm, leaving only a piece of skin and flesh connecting it to his shoulder. He had severed one of his right arms!
Fatty Hua screamed like a pig being slaughtered in pain, clutching his severed arm as he turned and ran.
After Ah Ting crippled Fatty Hua with a single slash, he turned around and rushed to Sang Gou's side.
When Sang Gou saw Ah Ting rushing over, he immediately raised his knife and slashed at Ah Ting's face.
But Ah Ting dodged to the side, his face almost touching the blade of the machete, and at the same time kicked out, hitting the machete squarely in the stomach, making him stagger back a few steps. Before he could regain his footing, Ah Ting twisted his wrist and the machete in his hand pierced directly into his chest!
puff!
Ah Ting's blade pierced several inches into Sang Gou's chest in an instant, then cut along his ribs to the right, slicing out between Fatty Hua's left ribs. Blood spurted out from the cut instantly.
Suddenly, the dog felt his body go limp, as if all his strength had been drained away in an instant, and his knees buckled, causing him to kneel down on the ground.
When the Hengji underlings saw that their leader had been seriously injured in just one round, they were all terrified and their courage waned.
"Charge!"
The Dongxing henchmen behind Ah Ting were even more aggressive, raising their steel knives and charging forward like a pack of mad tigers, instantly cutting down the Heng Kee henchmen and forcing them to retreat.
Meanwhile, Hong Wentong, leading a hundred Dongxing knife-wielders, rushed towards Sister Ailian and Andy in the blink of an eye. Hong Wentong's target was clear: he charged directly at Andy.
Seeing Hong Wentong's fierce momentum, Andy was immediately terrified and quickly raised his knife to slash at him. Hong Wentong immediately parried with his own knife.
Clang!
The blades clashed, instantly bursting into a cluster of bright sparks.
But the steel knife in Andy's hand was chipped in half.
Hong Wentong sneered and swung his knife in another vicious, straight-down slash. Andy had no choice but to parry with his own knife.
Clang!
Another deafening clang of metal clashing rang out!
However, with a single strike, the steel knife in Andy's hand was instantly severed by Hong Wentong, the blade flying diagonally through the air, while the tip of Hong Wentong's knife sliced directly across Andy's face.
chap!
Blood streamed down Andy's face, but the shock he felt was even more intense.
Both were using German-made manganese steel knives, with the same toughness, steel strength, and sharpness. However, when Andy swung his knife and slashed fiercely, Hong Wentong blocked with his own knife, but ended up cutting a notch in Andy's own knife. Meanwhile, when Hong Wentong swung his knife, he broke Andy's knife in two and also slashed a gash on Andy's face.
Hong Wentong couldn't help but sneer.
At any time, weapons are merely an aid; strength or weakness depends on the person wielding the weapon!
Before Andy could react, Hong Wentong swept his blade across Andy's neck, drawing a line of blood.
The knife sliced open Andy's neck, instantly draining him of his life force, causing his vision to go black, and he fell backward. (The money)
Over there, when Sister Ailian saw Andy being killed in one move, her pretty face turned pale with fright. At that moment, Hong Wentong turned around and jumped in front of her.
Although Sister Ailian was also a female thug, her skills and strength were no match for men. When she saw Hong Wentong jump in front of her, she swung her knife at his head. But just as the blade reached mid-air, Hong Wentong swept his knife horizontally, instantly knocking the steel knife out of her hand.
Then Hong Wentong reached out and instantly grabbed her neck, lifting her off the ground like a chicken or a duck.
The Heng Kee underlings were stunned to see Andy killed in a single move, and their leader, Sister Ai Lian, lifted into the air like a chicken or duck by Hong Wentong.
Ailian was lifted into the air, kicking and thrashing about with her arms and legs, but to no avail. Hong Wentong was tall, strong, and had long arms. He grabbed her neck from behind, and she couldn't break free at all.
Hong Wentong, carrying Sister Ailian, sneered at the many Hengji underlings in front of him:
"Hengji, are you still going to call?"
Faced with Hong Wentong and only one hundred Dongxing knife-wielders, the more than four hundred Hengji henchmen couldn't help but begin to retreat.
Hong Wentong waved his hand:
"Cut them down!"
One hundred Dongxing henchmen roared and charged at Hengji henchmen opposite them, brandishing their knives.
When Hengji's underlings saw their opponents charging towards them like a pack of hungry wolves, they were so frightened that they turned tail and ran, completely forgetting that their side outnumbered the enemy by five.
Seeing this, Hong Wentong couldn't help but burst into laughter:
"Haha, what Hengji with its thousands of men? They're nothing but a bunch of cowardly thugs!"
After saying that, he turned to look at Sister Ailian:
"So you're the wife of Fiery Ming? You're quite pretty. I'm thinking of sending you to my horse farm, what do you say?"
Ailian, suspended in mid-air, was nearly suffocating and her vision was almost blacking out. Upon hearing Hong Wentong's words, she nodded without any struggle.
"No...don't kill...me, I...go to your...horse farm!"
Chapter 152 Taking All of Min-ge's Belongings, Temple Street Reconstruction Begins
"Brother Min, it's all over! Our men were defeated in Temple Street! Fatty Hua had his arm chopped off, Sang Gou and Andy were both killed, and Sister Ai Lian was captured by Hong Wentong and taken to the Temple Street racecourse!"
Uncle Nine ran to Brother Min, the boss of Heng Kee, looking utterly dejected and miserable.
"what!"
Upon hearing this, Min Ge didn't even have time to be angry; all that remained in his heart was shock and despair.
Nearly a thousand Heng Kee henchmen couldn't defeat two hundred Tung Sing henchmen?
Do you raise a thousand pigs?
Even if you drove a thousand pigs into Temple Street, it would take Tung Sing's underlings half a day to chop them up!
The result is that a thousand Hengji underlings were scattered by two hundred Dongxing men, two Red Sticks were killed, and even Sister Ailian was captured and taken to the horse farm.
"Heng has finished recording!"
Min sighed sadly, and after a moment of silence, he quickly stood up, turned around and walked out.
Uncle Nine was taken aback:
"Brother Min, what... what are you going to do? We can't compete with Tung Sing!"
"I'll fight you, you old mule!"
Min Ge cursed angrily, ignoring Uncle Jiu completely, and turned around to walk quickly out of the hall. He then returned to his villa with two trusted henchmen.
How can we fight at a time like this? We can't even beat so many of Heng Kee's underlings, are we going to risk our lives to fight?
After learning of the defeat, Min Ge only thought for a moment before deciding to donate money and flee immediately. He knew he couldn't stay in Hong Kong. Not only would the people from Tung Sing not let him go, but even if they did, so many of Heng Kee's underlings had died or been injured, and he couldn't afford to pay for their resettlement!
Instead of wasting time on that, you might as well take the money and run away. You can still be a rich man abroad!
Upon returning home, he immediately instructed his younger brother to contact the dock where smugglers could cross the border.