dmims Chapter 125 Sweeping Away Guanghe and Tai
Chapter 125 Sweeping Away Guanghe and Tai
Chapter 125 Sweeping Away Guanghe and Tai
At the same time, Temple Street.
The scene became even more chaotic. Temple Street was already a place where all sorts of people mingled, with narrow alleys and a diverse population.
The plane, carrying another team of Zhengxing men, plunged into Temple Street like a sharp knife. Unlike Xiao Zhuoxiao, they didn't shout orders first; instead, they acted immediately—swift, accurate, and ruthless!
Big Guang's forces in Temple Street were already the weakest among Guang and Tai's, and when they were suddenly attacked by the new force of Airplane, they collapsed almost immediately.
"Brother Guang! We can't hold on anymore, the guys from Feiji are too fierce! That Feiji guy isn't afraid of dying at all, he's leading the charge, and several of our brothers have been cut down!" A small leader, his face covered in blood, scrambled into the backyard of the "Big Rich" sauna where Big Guang was.
"We have to hold on, even if we can't. Call all the brothers guarding the place over here and bring out all the stock (referring to guns). Damn it, Song Zhaowen wants my life. I'll fight him to the death!" Big Guang roared, sounding fierce but actually weak.
He knew that Li Tianyi's side must have also been attacked, Big D was being held back by Le Shao, and Chen Mei was dead—he was now truly all alone, trapped in a lonely city.
"Compete? What are you going to use to compete?"
A cold voice came from the front hall.
The heavy wooden door was kicked open, sending splinters flying. Feiji, carrying a blood-dripping machete, strode in first, a few drops of blood splattered on his face, his eyes as fierce as a wolf's. Behind him followed a dozen or so elite Zhengxing soldiers, equally menacing, who quickly dispersed, blocking all the exits.
Big Guang and his last seven or eight trusted men were trapped in the still-sweltering backyard of the sauna, with nowhere to retreat.
"Fly—airplane!" Big Guang's throat went dry, and he subconsciously took half a step back, leaning against the scorching hot wooden wall of the sauna, which made him shudder.
"Big Guang, Brother Wen asked me to ask you." Feiji pointed the knife at Big Guang, approaching step by step: "When you betrayed your brothers, colluded with outsiders, and acted like a traitor, did you ever think about this day?"
Big-Brother Guang's forehead was covered in cold sweat, but he forced himself to shout, "Airplane! We're brothers, why are you so ruthless? Spare my life, and I'll leave Hong Kong immediately and never come back! I—I'll return all the land and business in Temple Street to Zhengxing."
"Brothers?" Fei Ji scoffed, his eyes filled with contempt and anger: "You dare to use the word 'brothers'?"
Brother Wen treated you well, forgiving all your past transgressions and even offering to help you make a fortune! And what did you do? You led a group to split the gang and even tried to unite with outsiders to destroy Zhengxing! If Brother Wen hadn't been one step ahead, we would be the ones dead today!
He stopped talking and shouted, "Brother Wen has ordered that Big Guang be captured alive. Anyone else who dares to touch him will be chopped up!"
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"kill!"
Meanwhile, in Sham Shui Po and Mong Kok, Big D was furiously dealing with Lok Siu's sudden, all-out attack, leaving him no time to spare. By the time he received news of Lai Tin-yat and Big Kwong's successive defeats and the change of control of Temple Street in Kwun Tong, Song Siu-man had already personally led Lok Tin-hung and others to join Lok Siu in completely surrounding Big D's stronghold...
Sham Shui Po, a prime location, "Sun Yee Fung Tea House".
The third and fourth floors of this old-style tenement building, along with the rooftop, had been transformed by Big D into a fortress-like headquarters. At this moment, the street below was completely blocked by Lok Siu's men from the Wo Luen Shing syndicate. Shouts of killing, smashing, and screams could be faintly heard from several blocks away. It was Lok Siu's men and Song Zhaowen's men working together to clear out Big D's surrounding territory and personnel.
The atmosphere on the top floor of the teahouse was so oppressive it felt like you could wring water out of it.
Big D's face was ashen, his eyes bloodshot, like a mad dog driven to the brink of despair. The ashtray in front of him was overflowing with cigarette butts, and a simple hand-drawn map lay on the table, with several key strongholds marked with red crosses.
"Boss, Kwun Tong is finished—Li Tianyi's Golden Princess was smashed by Xiao Zhuoxiao and his men, and Li Tianyi himself didn't escape—" The advisor Su's voice was dry, filled with undisguised fear: "Temple Street—Da Zhi Guang's tycoon business was wiped out by planes, and Da Zhi Guang himself was captured alive, and his fate is now unknown—"
Big D slammed his fist on the table, the solid wood surface groaning under the weight. His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath, as if he were about to explode.
It's over. It's all over.
In just one night, "Guanghetai" collapsed. Chen Mei died tragically in a foreign land, Li Tianyi and Da Zhi Guang were defeated and captured, leaving only Da D trapped in this lonely teahouse. Outside, Le Shao was watching with predatory eyes, but even more deadly was—Song Zhaowen, who had never truly shown his face from beginning to end!
"Song Zhaowen—Ah Le—you two bastards! You ganged up on me?!" Big D gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.
If it were just Lok Siu alone, Big D would definitely not take him seriously.
They didn't have as many men as him, and they didn't have many capable Red Pole fighters under their command. But it was different when Lok Siu and Cheng Hing joined forces. The two groups combined their numbers and they overwhelmed Big D.
The team suffered a series of defeats.
"Boss, what do we do now? The guys downstairs are about to collapse, and Young Master Le's men are increasing in number, and—" Fei Yong, carrying a machete, had a wound on his arm still bleeding, and his face was grim: "And I just heard that Zhengxing's men, personally led by Song Zhaowen, have crossed Changsha Bay and are heading this way. They'll be here in ten minutes at most!"
"Song Zhaowen has come in person?" A fierce glint flashed in Big D's eyes, quickly turning into intense despair and resentment. He knew he had lost completely, utterly and utterly. But he was unwilling to accept it! Big D had dominated the underworld for over a decade, rising from a lowly thug to a powerful figure in the Wo Luen Shing triad, even daring to challenge the leader, and establishing the formidable "Kwong Wo Tai." How could he be captured alive and subjected to such humiliation as Chen Mei and Li Tianyi, those worthless scoundrels?
A sense of recklessness and desperation welled up inside me.
"Want me dead? Not so easy!" Big D suddenly stood up, ripped open his floral shirt to reveal a hideous tattoo on his chest: "Feiyong, gather all the remaining brothers who can still fight on the third floor! Bring out all your weapons! Advisor Su, you take my wife and leave through the back alley secret passage first. Every one of them who can escape is a chance!"
"Boss, what about you?" Fei Yong asked anxiously.
"Me?" Big D grinned maliciously, pulling a gleaming machete from under the table. "Even if I, Big D, am going to die, I'll die a glorious death! Song Zhaowen's here, isn't he? Fine! I'll wait for him here! The rules of the underworld: big shots fight big shots! I'm going to fight him one-on-one! If I lose, I admit defeat; if I win—even if I die, I'll take him down with me!"
"Boss, this—" Master Su wanted to persuade him, but seeing the resolute and crazy look in Big D's eyes, he knew that it was no use saying anything.
"Go now!" Big D roared.
A few minutes later, the shouts and screams on the street below suddenly subsided, replaced by an eerie silence, with only the sounds of chaotic footsteps and engines approaching from afar.
Le Shao's men parted to both sides like a tide, making way for a passage.
Several black Mercedes-Benz cars slowly drove up to the "Xin Yi Feng Tea House" and stopped downstairs.
The car door opened, and Song Zhaowen got out first. He was wearing a black fitted suit, no tie, and a cigar in his mouth. His expression was calm, even a little leisurely, as if he had come to have tea rather than to fight a decisive battle.
Behind him followed Luo Tianhong, who had a cold expression and was carrying an eight-sided Han sword, as well as a dozen or so members of the Mad Dog group with sharp eyes and imposing demeanor.
Le Shao also came over from the other side with Chang Mao and the others, and nodded to Song Zhaowen: "Mr. Song, that traitor Da D and his last few dozen loyal followers are trapped upstairs. The small fry downstairs have been cleared out."
Le Shao couldn't be happier right now!
After suppressing him for several years, Big D was finally driven to the brink of despair.
Just then, a window on the third floor was suddenly pushed open, and Big D leaned out, shirtless, holding a machete, and roared at the person below: "Song Zhaowen! You scoundrel, you treacherous villain, if you've got the guts, stop hiding behind the scenes and playing dirty tricks! If you're a man, come up here and fight Big D one-on-one! We'll leave the outcome to fate! Do you dare?!"
A slight commotion and snickers erupted from Le Shao's group. What era are we living in? Still playing one-on-one? Has Big D gone mad from losing?
Song Zhaowen stopped and looked up at the seemingly crazed Big D, a half-smile playing on his lips.
"A one-on-one fight?" Song Zhaowen's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly: "Big D, do you think this is a martial arts movie, or who do you think you are? You think you're worthy to fight me one-on-one?"
Big D blushed crimson at these words, filled with shame and anger: "Song Zhaowen! You're scared? You don't dare? You're just a coward who only knows how to scheme and plot!"
Song Zhaowen, too lazy to waste any more words with him, waved his hand lightly and said to Luo Tianhong beside him, "Tianhong, clear the area. Except for Big D, anyone who surrenders will not be killed, and anyone who resists will be killed without exception."
Then, turning to Young Master Lok, though asking a question, his attitude left no room for refusal: "Young Master Lok, I'm overstepping my bounds, you don't mind, do you?"
Ah Le shrugged: "Song Sheng, as long as you have fun."
"Yes, Brother Wen."
Luo Tianhong responded and stepped forward. He still held the ancient, eight-sided Han sword, his steps unhurried.
"Stop him!" Big D hissed from the third-floor window.
Behind the main entrance on the first floor of the teahouse, there were still seven or eight die-hard Big D supporters. Hearing this, they mustered their last bit of courage, howled, and raised their machetes and steel pipes, ready to fight to the death as soon as the people outside rushed in.
However, Luo Tianhong did not ram the door.
When he was still two or three meters away from the gate, he suddenly accelerated! Instead of rushing forward, he took two steps to the side, touched the wall with his feet, and soared into the air like a light bird, leaping directly onto the protruding awning on the second floor. With another push, he grabbed the windowsill on the third floor with one hand, used his waist and abdomen to power himself, and actually flipped over into the open window on the third floor!
The whole process was so fast it was dazzling. By the time the people downstairs and near Big D's window reacted, Luo Tianhong was already standing in the third-floor corridor like a ghost, just a few steps away from Big D's room.
The corridor was crowded with Big D's last core henchmen, numbering twenty or thirty, each wielding a sharp blade and with bloodshot eyes.