In Hong Kong, there were four major triads.

Hung Hing, Shi Er, Sun Yee On, and Red Star Society. These triad organizations were already notoriously famous in the Hong Kong underworld. Anyone operating within the Hong Kong criminal circles would have undoubtedly heard of these four gangs.

Consequently, it wasn't just those in the underworld who knew of them; even ordinary citizens had caught wind. Although their lives were unlikely to involve fighting across nine generations, the sudden trouble caused by triads was still a reality in today’s world, whether for criminals or regular people.

Given this, if common folk were aware, the Hong Kong police certainly could not be ignorant. These four triad organizations had long been a persistent headache for the police force. These sworn enemies, the triads, truly troubled the officers. At the same time, the police, being their sworn enemies, also deeply annoyed those within the triads.

Tonight, the Hong Kong government somehow received intelligence that a fundamental shift was about to engulf the entire territory precisely at midnight. Under the banner of prioritizing people, police patrols were heavily deployed. Even before twelve o'clock, Hong Kong was already buzzing with an unusual fervor.

"Report, Captain. Our patrol unit is fully prepared," a female officer, clad in a formidable uniform, reported to a middle-aged policeman.

"Mm, let's move out. Tonight, we might be in for a tough fight," the middle-aged officer said with a smile, appearing somewhat flirtatious toward the female officer.

The female officer understood his tone and smiled in return, leaning closer to ask, "Hey, Captain, what did you discuss in the meeting tonight? Are we just patrolling the streets?"

"Well... that was strictly classified by the higher-ups. If we don't spot anything, that's best. If we do, call headquarters immediately," the middle-aged officer glanced around nervously after she moved in so close, only relaxing once he confirmed they were alone.

"Captain, just tell me," the female officer couldn't help but smile at his tension. "If you don't tell me, you'll have hell to pay when we get back tonight."

"This..." The middle-aged officer’s expression soured. Feeling her hand near his waist, he quickly added, "I can tell you, but don't leak it, or else..."

"Tch, fine, don't say it then..." The female officer scoffed, turning away as if to leave.

The middle-aged officer hastily grabbed her arm, looking around furtively as if he were a thief, and whispered close to her ear, "Actually, the entire purpose of the meeting was to be vigilant, to prevent anything extraordinary from happening. That’s because the top brass received word that the Hong Kong triads are planning a massive turf war!"

"What?" The female officer was startled!

Those privy to such information were undoubtedly high-ranking officials or senior figures within the police force. This female officer was merely a squad leader on patrol, so she wasn't aware of such depths.

"Yeah, that's it. Be extra careful during patrols. If anything happens, prioritize your own safety first, because Hong Kong is going to be chaotic tonight."

"Understood..."

All of the above clearly demonstrated that at this very moment, the smoke of conflict wasn't just brewing among the triads; friction had already sparked between the police and the gangs, indicating the methods employed by those orchestrating everything were extreme. However, the main show, it seemed, was yet to come.

"Young Master, the men are ready," Feng Shi stated, sitting in the driver's seat and glancing into the rearview mirror.

"Hm!" Yang Yi acknowledged, raising the watch on his wrist. "It's only eleven now; we still have an hour!"

"Brother Yi, is one hour enough?" asked Lin Fatty.

"One hour is enough to stir up quite a bit of trouble across Hong Kong, though it depends on speed. But now is not the time," Yang Yi said darkly to Feng Shi. "Yanran, issue the order: half an hour from now, commence action immediately, starting with Causeway Bay!"

"Yes!" Feng Shi responded, immediately pulling out her phone to make a call.

"So, are we really not getting involved tonight?" Lin Fatty seemed more interested in whether there would be any actual fighting.

"Didn't I tell you when we left? It’s not certain yet. For now, everything is proceeding exactly as I predicted," Yang Yi gave him an exasperated look. "You want a fight so badly, are you hoping my plan goes wrong?"

"Uh, no, absolutely not!" Lin Fatty quickly waved his hands, not daring to admit otherwise, lest he end up beaten up for no reason.

As Yang Yi and his group waited for everything to erupt at the appointed moment, on the other side, both Hung Hing and Shi Er were already making covert preparations.

Why not discuss Red Star Society and Sun Yee On first? The reason was simple: Red Star Society and Sun Yee On were already primed for conflict. The protagonists tonight were neither Yang Yi, nor Red Star Society, nor Sun Yee On. Undeniably, everything was a setup orchestrated by Yang Yi—a trap designed for the two currently most powerful factions in the Hong Kong underworld.

"Big Brother, we're ready; everything is armored up!" Hung San said with a sinister grin to Hung Gang.

"Good. We'll hit them hard this time. Our target is Red Star Society’s territory. Shi Er’s target is Sun Yee On’s territory. I believe after all this is over, the chances of us clashing with Shi Er will be quite high!"

"Then... Big Brother, is there anything else we need to do now?"

"No. Have some of the brothers linger within a hundred meters of Red Star Society's turf!"

"Understood!"

"Mm, I'm going to go see how those other two groups plan to clash tonight!" Hung Gang managed a strange smile before heading out.

Meanwhile, within Shi Er, it seemed they were equally prepared.

They had already begun moving out. A line of vehicles—one black sedan followed by a dozen large vans—trailed after one another. Yet, only a few minutes after this initial convoy departed, another dozen or so cars appeared.

They did not travel together but moved in the opposite direction, showing their arrangements mirrored Hung Hing’s: phased action, one group hitting the main base, another hitting the turf—a clear two-pronged assault.

"After we get there tonight, what are the odds of us running into Hung Hing?" Zheng Shen pulled out a cigarette and offered one to Zhou Tian.

Zhou Tian smiled faintly, accepted the cigarette, and remained silent until he lit it. He took a deep drag, looking at Zheng Shen’s peculiar grin, and said, "Actually, after tonight, the Hong Kong underworld won't be able to stir up trouble anymore. I believe the odds of us facing Hung Hing are fifty-fifty!"

"Half and half?" Zheng Shen wore a strange smile and said no more.

At this moment, time ticked away, and the tense moment was fast approaching.

"Begin," Yang Yi said with a faint smile to Feng Shi, who was watching him.

"Yes!"

Xuanyuan Bing, standing beside them, had been observing Yang Yi these past few days, taking in everything he did and everyone he organized. Sometimes, she truly found Yang Yi terrifying, like a leopard perpetually hidden in the darkness.

Sensing the unease of the beauty beside him, Yang Yi looked at Xuanyuan Bing questioningly. "What’s wrong?"

"Uh!" Xuanyuan Bing started slightly, then looked at him calmly. "Nothing. I just think you're terrifying sometimes."

Hearing this, Feng Shi and Lin Fatty both clicked their tongues, revealing expressions of disbelief.

Yang Yi merely smiled. He couldn't explain these things; after all, he understood his own emotions to some degree. Yet, in his heart, one conviction remained: 'Show no mercy to enemies, for any leniency means certain death for oneself.' He had seen far too many examples of this in the world.

"The Dragon Lord commands: commence action immediately, starting with Causeway Bay in the distance." A Black God Guard waved to his comrades and was the first to settle into a white car that was hopelessly dilapidated.

How dilapidated? It looked much like an ordinary taxi, except the gas tank was only half full, and the fuel cap was deliberately left open. This was so the car would successfully explode after the Black God Guards bailed out—meaning some tampering had certainly been done to the vehicle.

In Hong Kong, speed cameras—the legendary 'electronic eyes'—were common on the roads. To ensure that the ensuing explosion didn't look like a staged car accident to external observers, Yang Yi had the Black God Guards travel in these vehicles, driving around for a circuit before bailing out to trigger the detonation.

The time in Hong Kong was now 11:55 PM.

In a desolate graveyard on the eastern outskirts, thick mist permeated the air, punctuated by eerie "caw... caw..." sounds, lending the area a terrifying, cold, and shadowy aura emanating from the graves. A moment later, two teams of men, gripping machetes and wearing looks of bitter resentment, began ascending the slope. The dense throng looked to number well over several hundred people. Judging by the sheer number of subordinates climbing the steps, there were easily several thousand—indicating the scale of the impending bloodbath tonight...