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"It was Prince Gang. He was causing trouble in my territory. I went to stop him, and then seven or eight of them ganged up on me!"
Upon hearing this, Yaowen couldn't help but shake his head:
"Damn it! You know what kind of guy that is, why mess with him! He's just a bouncer, why make trouble for yourself over a girl!"
Hearing Yaowen's words, A-Ting felt a surge of anger, but he still held back and said:
"Brother Yaowen, now I've lost my place too. Prince Gang has to give me an explanation for this. Can you take me to Grandpa and ask him to uphold justice?"
Yaowen paused for a moment, then shook his head and said:
"Hengji is currently the most profitable establishment, Ming's. Even Grandpa is somewhat biased towards him. What good will it do to go to him? At most, he'll offer you a cup of tea as an apology, but he probably won't make you pay a single penny!"
At this point, Yaowen sighed somewhat disheartenedly, returned to his recliner, and said:
"If you ask me, what are you doing, a perfectly good college student, getting involved in this underworld? While you still have no criminal record, why don't you find a good job? I've already seen through it all. In two years, I'll quit, open a fruit shop here, and then I can just eat a peaceful meal!"
Hearing Yaowen's words, A-Ting couldn't help but feel frustrated and sad:
"Brother Yaowen, I've been with you since graduation. Do you think I can turn back now?"
"Why can't I turn back? I've been around for decades, and now I'm turning back, aren't I?"
Hearing this, Ah Ting knew there was no point in continuing, so he turned around and silently left Yao Wen's fruit market.
Yaowen shook his head and sighed as he watched A-Ting's retreating figure.
Heng Kee can only be considered a small gang, and Yao Wen is now almost forty years old. He is no longer the spirited young gangster he once was, and he has long lost that drive and ambition.
After leaving the fruit market, Ah Ting's expression darkened considerably.
At this moment, the younger brother, A Xiang, couldn't help but scratch his head:
"Brother Ting, Brother Yaowen refuses to step forward, what should we do now?"
Ah Ting took out two cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to Ah Chang, then lit it himself, took a few deep drags, threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground, and stomped on it.
"Come with me to Tung Sing!"
……
The next morning, after returning to the gang, Hong Wentong began to carefully examine the Temple Street information that Li Ruolan had sent through her secretary, finally focusing his gaze on a few documents.
These documents include not only Huo Baoming and his wife Ai Lian, but also Yao Wen, Heng Kee boss Min Ge, Uncle Jiu, and even Ah Ting's identity information.
Hong Wentong finally turned his gaze to Ah Ting.
"This kid is actually a college student? That's really rare!"
Upon seeing Ah Ting's resume, Hong Wentong's eyes showed even more admiration.
Simply put, Hong Wentong was attracted to his talent.
Ah Ting is not only capable and courageous, but also loyal and skilled in martial arts, all of which Hong Wentong greatly admires.
Li Ruolan had already conducted some investigation and found that the demolition of Temple Street did not require moving the street stalls. It only required demolishing and restoring the old buildings on both sides. Therefore, the total development and demolition cost would be at most 100 million yuan.
Huo Baoming was simply asking for an exorbitant amount, hoping to take advantage of Li Ruolan's plea for help and squeeze a huge slice of her wealth.
As for Heng Kee, the resident boss, Uncle Min, and his uncles, including Uncle Jiu, are all old-fashioned and don't have many troops at their disposal. Yao Wen, the fruit market owner, is basically semi-retired.
The biggest obstacle to the demolition of Temple Street is Huo Baoming. Once we get rid of him, there won't be so many problems.
Thinking of this, Hong Wentong left and picked up the phone:
"Brother, I am Hong Wentong!"
Upon hearing Hong Wentong's voice, Xu Lang said:
"How's it going? Are you able to handle things on Temple Street? Do you have any plans?"
"The plan is simple. Boss, just have Tang Shan Kui take some men back to support me. I'm going to take out Huo Bao Ming and his men!"
"Okay, I'll have Tang Shankui come find you right away!"
After hanging up the phone, Hong Wentong also tossed aside the Temple Street information he was holding.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, and a henchman pushed the door open and said:
"Brother Tong, a young man named A-Ting is looking for you!"
Upon hearing this, Hong Wentong's heart skipped a beat, and he nodded, saying:
"Let him in!"
After the younger brother turned and left, he led Ah Ting into Hong Wentong's office.
Ah Ting's facial injuries have healed considerably, with only one scar remaining on the left side of his face. He is not disfigured yet, but he looks somewhat disheveled with a bandage on his face.
"Brother Tong!"
Hong Wentong smiled and looked at A Ting:
"Do you understand?"
Ah Ting nodded.
As the eldest brother, Yaowen is completely disheartened and unambitious. Following such a boss, there is definitely no future for him. If A-Ting continues like this, he will probably never get ahead.
The pent-up anger from the Crown Prince last night left him feeling incredibly frustrated.
So today, he brought his two underlings, Ah Xiang and Ah Dong, directly to the Dongxing Hall to request an audience with Hong Wentong, who had given him his business card yesterday.
"Brother Tong, I've thought it through, I want to transfer to your team!"
Hong Wentong nodded:
"You need to think this through. We at Tung Sing don't just take anyone. To be Brother Lang's underling, you not only need to be loyal, but you also need to be smart and have guts!"
Ah Ting smiled:
"Brother Tong, I have all of these!"
Hong Wentong smiled and glanced at him, then pulled out Huo Baoming's file from the documents in front of him and pushed it in front of A Ting:
"Since you have all of these, then kill him for me! Hand over this pledge of loyalty, and I'll guarantee your promotion!"
……
At night, a van quietly drove up to the street corner near Temple Street.
Inside the van, Ah Ting, Ah Xiang, and Ah Dong sat in the passenger compartment, their eyes fixed on Temple Street in the distance, each clutching a gleaming machete in their hands.
He met with Hong Wentong in the morning, who asked him to submit a pledge of loyalty. After returning home, he immediately called his underlings, A Xiang and A Dong, and had A Dong's girlfriend, A Yi, drive the three of them to Temple Street.
Huo Baoming would come to Temple Street every day, walking from one end to the other, just like a lion patrolling its territory every day. This was both to show his presence and to assert his dominance, deterring those with ulterior motives.
As someone who used to work for Heng Kee, Ah Ting was very clear about this, so there was almost no need for him to investigate.
The three sat quietly in the van, waiting for Huo Baoming to appear.
At this moment, Ah Liang looked at the bustling crowd in Temple Street in the distance and couldn't help but scratch his head, saying:
"Brother Ting, there are so many people here. Have you thought about how to escape later?"
Ah Ting said calmly:
"Ayi will meet us at the street corner in her car. If there are too many people on the other side and we can't get away, Ayi will go first, and we'll run through the alley behind the street!"
Ah Liang stopped talking. They all frequented this area and were very familiar with the terrain around Temple Street, so escaping from here was not a problem at all.
Ah Dong, however, was still a little worried and couldn't help but ask:
"Brother Ting, is that Hong Wentong reliable? He won't trick us into killing Huo Baoming, but then betray us?"
This was actually the question Ah Liang wanted to ask as well. After hearing Ah Dong ask it, he immediately looked at Ah Ting with some nervousness.
After a moment of silence, Ah Ting shook his head firmly.
"I know about Tung Sing. Their leader, Xu Lang, treats his men very well. Many of his current subordinates joined later, but he treats them all equally. That Fly used to be just a small-time hoodlum, but now he's doing very well in Tung Sing!"
"Besides, we're gambling right now! If we win, we'll make something of ourselves; if we lose, we can just move somewhere else and start over. Do you really want to rot here and end up like Yaowen, stuck with a fruit stall when you're old?"
Upon hearing Ah Ting's words, Ah Dong and Ah Liang fell silent.
In this world, who doesn't want to make a name for themselves? Who wants to be ridden on by a scoundrel like Prince Gang?
Ah Ting is right. This time they are gambling. If they win, they will rise to the top. If they lose, they can just run away and start over. If they are really unlucky and get killed, that's just their bad luck!
Just then, Huo Baoming appeared in Temple Street.
He led a group of his underlings, with Prince Gang still embracing a girl behind him. The large group of people swaggered through the middle of Temple Street and arrived at the food stall they frequented every day, ready to have some late-night snacks and beer.
"action!"
After giving the order, Ah Ting tucked the machete into his waistband, opened the car door, and got out. Ah Dong and Ah Liang also tucked their weapons behind their backs and followed him toward the food stall.
Soon, the three arrived at the food stall. As soon as the prince looked up and saw them, he sneered with disdain and said:
"Handsome Ting, you still have the nerve to come here? Haven't you had enough of the beating you got yesterday?"
Upon hearing his words, Fiery Ming and his group of underlings burst into laughter.
Ah Ting glanced at Prince Gang with feigned calmness, then turned his gaze to the fiery Ming Dao:
"Brother Ming, we're from the same sect. The Crown Prince beat me up yesterday and made me lose face. As the elder brother, shouldn't you do something to show your support?"
Upon hearing this, Fiery Ming grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it on the ground, his eyes wide open as he glared at Ah Ting:
"You brat. Even if your boss Yaowen comes, I won't give him a second thought today! Who do you think you are, daring to talk to me like that?"
Ah Ting smiled calmly:
"It was Yaowen and Grandpa who sent me. Grandpa also asked me to give you a message, he said..."
At this point, he deliberately lowered his voice.
Although Huo Baoming was arrogant and domineering, he still leaned his head towards Grandpa Min when he heard Grandpa Min speak:
"What did he say?"
But at that moment, Ah Ting suddenly pulled out the machete from his waist and slashed it fiercely at his neck.
chap!
Ah Ting's strike was ruthless and swift, instantly severing most of Huo Baoming's neck. Blood gushed out from Huo Baoming's neck like a fountain. Huo Baoming's henchmen were so shocked by this scene that they forgot to react.
At this moment, Ah Ting swung his knife back and slashed fiercely at the chest of the Crown Prince.