People always act this way; even when death is imminent, they still utter words that hold no meaning whatsoever.

Zheng Shen's expression darkened, leaving no room for argument. He looked with utter disdain at the group—one severely wounded, the other struggling just to draw breath—who still harbored illusions at this moment, a cold sneer deep in his heart.

"Hmph!" Regarding Zheng Shen's words, both Liu Shen and Cai Hongxing couldn't deny them, as the facts were laid bare before them.

The fact that Hong Xing and Shi Si could appear here, and as they claimed, the territories of the Sun Yee On and Red Star Association were slowly being conquered by them, meant that with their own leaders absent from those areas, the chances of survival for their territories were practically zero.

"It's inevitable that my Hong Xing will swallow your Red Star Association, and that Shi Si will swallow your Sun Yee On. You two should have no regrets about this outcome. After all, it's being swallowed by people from the Hong Kong underworld, not by outsiders," Hong Gang asserted. The two bosses, now riddled with bullet holes and utterly defeated, likely wouldn't comprehend the people Hong Gang referred to.

But Shi Si and his contingent understood clearly, as people from the mainland underworld had already approached them. Thus, Zheng Shen didn't want to waste any more time and immediately demanded, "Boss Liu, I ask you now, are you willing to transfer all the Sun Yee On territories and assets to us, Shi Si!"

Hearing this, Liu Shen’s face instantly flushed with rage, his eyes fixed intently on Zheng Shen, yet he remained silent. In truth, given the current situation, he had no choice left, and simultaneously, he was deeply regretting his own foolishness that had created this opportunity for Shi Si to bite down on them during this conflict.

The situation on the other side was undoubtedly the same. Cai Hongxing knew and understood clearly that they had been defeated today—utterly and completely routed. Because now, he stood to lose not just the Red Star Association; very likely, in losing the association, his own life would be forfeit as well.

Meanwhile, at a police station in Hong Kong.

"Initiate immediate forced rescue operations—hurry! Dispatch all available police strength to areas like Causeway Bay and Lantau Island immediately," a police officer in a crisp white uniform instructed several higher-ranking officers in his office with a stern expression.

"Yes, sir." The group snapped to attention, saluted, and hurried out.

Outside, officers across various major police precincts and substations in Hong Kong were moving non-stop, clutching file after file. Telephones rang incessantly, the emergency reporting system kept buzzing with calls, and this torrent of incidents threatened to overwhelm the entire Hong Kong police force.

"Sigh, why is there so much happening today?" A supervisory officer in a white uniform looked outside, his face etched with worry.

Concurrently, inside a certain villa.

A middle-aged man radiating an aura of 'Mountain Tier' presence looked sternly at the several middle-aged men seated before him.

"What exactly is going on here?" This middle-aged man was named 'Zheng Lihua,' the Chief Executive of the Hong Kong Special Administrative Region. He would have remained oblivious to the night's events had his secretary not informed him.

But knowing was perhaps worse. Being woken up from a deep sleep by an urgent call was certainly infuriating. It was clear the Chief Executive had been roused, and he had learned from his secretary that Hong Kong was in chaos.

"Chief Executive, this matter likely involves those gangs in Hong Kong," one of the middle-aged men stated.

"I’m not asking for the origin of the incident; tell me how you plan to resolve this matter," the Chief Executive demanded with an imposing glare.

"This... the entire situation is still under investigation. Moreover, the preliminary findings suggest the incidents were accidents, yet no one was reported injured, so..."

Hearing this, the Chief Executive’s face hardened with anger. "Hmph! Seal this matter immediately, investigate strictly, and uncover the truth without delay."

"Yes!" The group of middle-aged men responded and moved toward the door.

However, one middle-aged man lingered behind. His expression was somewhat indifferent as he said, "Old Zheng, this matter probably involves your..."

Upon hearing this, the Chief Executive let out a sigh of resignation. "It certainly is related. Alas, if this blows up and reaches the Central Government, it will be troublesome."

"It won't. On the surface, everything appears accidental. Furthermore, our investigation has only raised suspicion where no injuries were found. This indicates that whoever is responsible has precisely judged the limit."

"En." The Chief Executive acknowledged with a brief sound and turned to his secretary. "Go, call immediately and ask Zheng Shen to return."

"Yes, Chief!"

...................

"Young Master Long!"

"En?" Long Tian released the professional beauty who was leaning against him and looked at her with confusion. "What is it?"

"The South might be in danger this time," the professional beauty said, raising her head.

"Are you referring to the Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang?"

"Yes, he might be someone you cannot handle at this juncture."

"Haha!" Long Tian let out a sarcastic laugh and asked, "It seems you’ve learned quite a bit about him during your trip to Hong Kong?"

"Young Master Long, this is the truth. Don't think I'm exaggerating his capabilities. He exudes a dangerous aura in every gesture—an aura that ordinary people cannot possess." The professional beauty’s mind flashed with Yang Yi’s image, and her body involuntarily shuddered.

"En... I know. In fact, I realized he wasn't simple long ago. When I saw him just now, I recognized something distinct in his eyes. Alas, the capital needed to be a formidable figure is indeed hard to attain."

Long Tian sighed deeply. Despite only meeting Yang Yi and observing him from a distance earlier, his decade of experience navigating the underworld told him that Yang Yi was a very dangerous individual—no, to be precise, extremely dangerous.

"It's not just that. He clearly knew we would send people to Hong Kong to negotiate with Hong Xing and Shi Si, yet he acted as if he had foreseen that Hong Xing and Shi Si would never cooperate with us and the Green Gang. His hidden maneuvers were still carried out openly, which shows..."

"Indeed, I appreciate that aspect as well. He possesses a very unique insight, coupled with a composure most people lack. Just as you said, the South is indeed in great peril this time." Long Tian also felt a headache brewing; given the current trajectory of events, worry was unavoidable.

The Black God Gang, starting as a mere six-thousand-man faction in Jiangsu, had encroached upon the three major gangs in City A, subsequently conquering one of the four major Chinese triads. Their growth and expansion—in China, Japan, and even in the UK—had been meticulously observed by Long Tian. Therefore, he dared not underestimate either the Black God Gang or Yang Yi.

The same applied to Qing Long of the Green Gang, especially after the incident with the Yamaguchi-gumi in Japan, which had completely galvanized him. If not for various constraining factors, the Green Gang would have already made a move when the Black God Gang advanced into Shanghai. They had endured and suppressed their urge until now, only deciding to meet the challenge when the enemy was practically knocking on their door.

"What, none of you are speaking?"

Hong San stepped forward, brandishing his single blade toward Cai Hongxing, his expression extremely arrogant. "We are determined to swallow your Red Star Association. How about it, are you handing it over or not?"

"Who swallows whom is not yet decided!"

Suddenly, a voice cut in. The voice sounded somewhat strange, yet it retained a playful undertone. Everyone who heard it instinctively turned toward the source, and immediately—every heart skipped a beat. The underlings looked confused, while the bosses’ faces darkened, a single thought flashing simultaneously through their minds: Who is this man?

Undoubtedly, the person who appeared was Yang Yi, accompanied by Fatty Lin, Xuanyuan Bing, and Feng Shi, approaching the group of figures renowned in Hong Kong society.

"Damn it, who the hell are you?"

"Swish!"

As Hong San finished speaking, a figure streaked toward him, followed by a dull thud.

"Hmph!" "Bang!"

The figure flew outward—yes, flew, not retreated—colliding with a tombstone before finally stopping. "Cough, cough! Ugh!"

"Second Brother!" Hong Gang watched as Hong San's body suddenly shot out and landed on the ground, spitting up torrents of blood. What was this?

"Damn it, I found you irritating the moment I saw you, so you’re the first one to get hit. How dare you curse my Brother Yi!" Fatty Lin’s demeanor was utterly brazen, even more so than Hong San’s had been.

In the circles of the underworld, arrogance requires capital. Without it, the awaiting consequence is brutal subjugation. Undeniably, Fatty Lin possessed that absolute capital; otherwise, the extremely arrogant Hong San wouldn't have been sent flying by his punch.

Previously, it was noted that Yang Yi was unaware of something Fatty Lin had carried since childhood: any matter concerning Yang Yi—being cursed, insulted, slandered, bullied, or deceived—was treated by Fatty Lin as if it were happening to him personally. In Fatty Lin’s heart, Yang Yi was above everything, including his own life. Thus, upon seeing Hong San dare to point his blade and insult Yang Yi, Fatty Lin didn't hesitate for a second and immediately rushed out, delivering a fierce blow to Hong San.