The next morning, the air on Cheung Chau island was electric. Thousands of gangsters from every triad had gathered, and the mixture of jeers, laughter, and the clang of hidden weapons created a symphony of violence. But before the games could begin, some players were already off the board. The Big Four gang was a no-show; after Yip Kai-Foon's ambush, they had wisely withdrawn. As for Man Lung of the Diao Si, he was busy explaining himself to the local police about his brawl with Ah Hei the night before.
In a villa on a hilltop, Aoyama Minami calmly sipped a glass of red wine. He was at the apex of his life. His operations in Hong Kong were proceeding, his daughter back home was well-behaved, and his beautiful wife, Tokugawa Yoshiki, was his ultimate trophy. He was dreaming of his perfect empire.
Suddenly, his phone rang. It was a trusted subordinate from Japan.
"Aoyama-sama! Congratulations!" the man's voice was ecstatic. "The mistress… she is pregnant!"
The wine glass froze halfway to Aoyama's lips. The smile on his face turned to ice. "What did you say?"
"Yes, my lord! She is more than a month along! Congratulations on your coming heir!"
Aoyama was silent. A terrifying silence. He knew better than anyone. He had been in Hong Kong for over three months, preparing day and night for this festival, never once touching his wife.
CRACK! The wine glass shattered in his hand. Shards dug into his palm, drawing blood, but he felt no pain. A black rage, the agony of the ultimate betrayal, erupted in his chest. "That… whore…!" he snarled, a low, animalistic sound.
His grand plan, his career, his future… it all turned to ash. Now, there was only one thing left to cling to: victory. He had to win this festival at all costs. He had to obtain absolute power in Hong Kong, become a god here, then return to Japan as a conqueror, the supreme commander. Only power could erase this humiliation. The cold, calculating Aoyama Minami was gone. In his place stood a mad tiger whose heart had been ripped out.
Part 2: The Melee
BOOM!
A deafening explosion ripped through the air. The "Firecracker King" had been lit. From the smoke, a brass "Firecracker Talisman" shot into the sky, signaling the official start of the war.
Instantly, the entire beach became a battlefield.
"GET CHAN HO NAM!" The Wo Kee crew, led by Big Sister Mi Mi and Brother Ox, surged toward Chan Ho Nam like a tidal wave.
Ho Nam and Ah Hei stood back-to-back. "Holy shit, there are as many as them as ants!" Ah Hei yelled, his steel hook swinging, knocking one of the charging thugs aside.
Elsewhere, Tachibana Masato ignored the chaos. His eyes were locked on a single target. "You are mine, Aoyama Minami," he whispered, slipping through the mob like a phantom.
Aoyama, flanked by his football team bodyguards, was a bulldozer. They plowed through everything, tossing aside anyone in their path. Brother Ox, thinking himself strong, charged at them, only to be sent flying several meters by a single shoulder-check from one of the massive players, coughing up blood.
In the heart of the chaos, it was Aoyama himself who snatched the Firecracker Talisman. Without a shred of hesitation, he channeled his frenzied energy and began sprinting toward the giant cannon set atop a rocky cliff. He was about to win.
Part 3: Blood on the Rocks
But as Aoyama was just steps away from the cannon, a shadow fell upon him from above. SHINK! A dagger plunged deep into his shoulder. It was an old gangster, a legendary figure with a deep-seated hatred for the Sankō-gumi.
"Die, you bastard!" the old man screamed.
Aoyama staggered, but he did not fall. He looked at the knife in his shoulder, then at the old man, and a crazed smile spread across his lips. "Is that all you've got?"
He didn't even bother to pull the knife out. He swung his fist, a single punch packed with all the hatred in his soul. It connected squarely with the old man's face. CRUNCH! The old man flew backward, tumbling from the high cliff to his death on the rocks below.
Aoyama stood there, blood streaming down his arm, but he seemed to feel nothing. He was a god of war.
Ah Hei, having broken free from the mob, saw his chance. He lunged at Aoyama, reaching for the Talisman.
"BEGONE!"
Aoyama let out an inhuman roar. He spun, delivering a thunderous punch directly into Ah Hei's chest. The impact was so powerful, the sound of ribs shattering was audible over the din of battle. Ah Hei's eyes went wide, blood erupted from his mouth, and he collapsed, dead before he hit the ground.
"AH HEI!!!!"
Chan Ho Nam screamed, his voice breaking with anguish. He became a maddened beast, charging at Aoyama. "You son of a bitch! I'll kill you!"
But against Aoyama in his frenzied state, Ho Nam was just a moth to a flame. Aoyama easily sidestepped the wild attack and delivered a single, brutal kick that sent Ho Nam flying several meters, his back slamming against a rock.
"Die," Aoyama said, his voice cold as the grave. He raised his fist to deliver the final blow.
In a flash, a small figure dove in front of Ho Nam, taking the full force of the punch. It was Little Bee.
THUD!
She crumpled without a sound, knocked unconscious instantly.
Chan Ho Nam's eyes widened, staring at the girl who had taken a killing blow for him, then at his sworn brother lying dead just feet away. The battle still raged around them, but in his world, everything went silent. The silence of absolute despair.