Damn it…
You've just made it big, and now you're talking about intelligence sharing?
Lu Qichang cursed inwardly, but out loud he said calmly:
"Let's meet when we have time. Some things are better discussed face to face."
"Alright. We'll be in touch," Lin Yao replied.
He hung up.
From Lu Qichang's tone, it didn't sound like he was the one who'd taken Fat Wah out.
So then… who the hell was it?
Based on all the information fed back by his underlings, Lin Yao couldn't see any old enemies of Fat Wah who had a clear motive to kill him.
Forget it. No point overthinking it.
He was already in charge now.
As for avenging the former boss… that could be postponed indefinitely.
Even Huajie didn't seem particularly bothered.
And as for being an informant—Lin Yao had no intention of doing that ever again.
His ambition was to become the ultimate financial tycoon.
He had no interest in fighting over who sat in some ancestral hall unless absolutely necessary.
In short:
The triad was nothing more than a stepping stone.
Principles were principles—but reality was reality.
Right now, the priority was to drive Yiqun out and maximize profits.
The only problem was—
Lin Yao had zero confidence in the fighting ability of the hall's street thugs.
Could those soft, useless bastards even handle the Sunset Society's Yiqun?
Hell.
At the end of the day, he'd probably have to get his own hands dirty again.
He truly didn't want to do this kind of exhausting, bloody work.
But there was no choice.
The only people around who could fight were A-Bu—and Wu, who was only half reliable.
In the movies, Wu could probably take on two average street punks alone.
But in real life?
Lin Yao honestly didn't know.
Why wipe out Yiqun in Tsim Sha Tsui?
Aside from clearing the streets—
The real prize was the pier.
No matter how small, a pier was still a pier.
The importance of an "exit to the sea" spoke for itself.
The people smuggled over were all ruthless characters.
Whoever controlled the pier would get first pick.
…
The next day, 9:30 a.m.
Wu arrived at Lin Yao's temporary office.
"Brother Yao, I've got everything figured out!" Wu said with a grin.
"That fast? You sure nothing slipped through?" Lin Yao was skeptical.
"I've got a distant cousin over there," Wu replied.
"He got slapped by Yiqun's current leader—Black Wolf Liu—over some bullshit."
"So he told me everything."
"Mm. Go on," Lin Yao said.
"Yiqun has about 380 people total. Over 200 are fresh Blue Lanterns—kids who just joined society. No real fighting power."
"Another hundred-plus—at least half are junkies."
"And the most important intel—there's a good chance they're planning to hit us tonight. We've clashed several times already."
So that's how it is.
I was just about to make a move on you—
—and you idiots deliver yourselves right to my door.
"Wu, gather the brothers. Tell them there's action tonight. Everyone stays on standby!"
"Yes, Brother Yao!"
After Wu left, Lin Yao summoned A-Bu and gave him detailed instructions.
Sleeping next to the enemy—how could he allow that?
Tsim Sha Tsui's turf wasn't big—smaller than a single village in the mainland.
Just a few streets, really.
But in this era, its prosperity was absurd.
The GDP of a single street could surpass that of an entire county inland.
Night venues were packed wall to wall.
On Canada Road, besides Yiqun, there were several other small societies.
Lin Yao planned to settle everything in one shot—and temper his team in the process.
And clean out the trash inside his own hall.
If people weren't ruthless, they couldn't stand firm.
Especially in this era.
This was Lin Yao's first real territorial expansion since crossing over.
…
Midnight.
Canada Road.
Lin Yao leaned against the door of the Tiger Head Benz, cigarette in hand, staring quietly ahead.
Suddenly—
The clang of metal smashing echoed from the intersection.
Black Wolf Liu's men had arrived.
Three hundred and eighty men split into three groups, surging forward like a tide across the sidewalk.
Black Wolf Liu was shirtless, hacking apart a roadside lamp box with his chopper.
"Lin Yao! Tonight, you're getting buried in Tsim Sha Tsui!"
"A-Bu! Take fifty men and cut off the rear! Don't let them flank us!"
"Yes, Boss!" A-Bu answered sharply.
Lin Yao pulled a butterfly knife from the car seat.
Without waiting for his two hundred men to fully form up, he charged straight into the crowd.
A flash of steel—
The steel pipe at the very front flew into the air!
With his backhand, he slammed into an enemy's throat.
Using the momentum, he hurled the man diagonally backward, knocking over three weapon-wielders.
Wu led a hundred men in from the flank. Baseball bats smashed down with sickening thuds.
Wu had just taken one man down when he caught sight of five attackers closing in on Lin Yao's left.
He was about to swing—
—but Lin Yao's butterfly knife skimmed low in a half circle, slicing through two men's Achilles tendons.
As he rose, the knife hilt cracked into the third man's nose.
At the same time, he twisted sideways, narrowly dodging a blade from behind.
His left hand clamped onto an enemy's wrist and shoved forward violently—
—forcing that man's knife straight into another thug's shoulder.
Crack!
The clavicle and shoulder bone shattered instantly.
"Focus on the center!" Lin Yao roared.
He'd seen it clearly—Black Wolf Liu had numbers, but the narrow streets prevented full deployment.
Lin Yao deliberately split his own men into four groups, driving into the enemy formation like wedges.
A-Bu's rear squad switched from defense to offense, blasting fire extinguishers to spray white clouds, then hurling bottles into the chaos.
Yiqun's formation was forced tighter and tighter.
Black Wolf Liu finally snapped and charged straight at Lin Yao with his chopper raised.
Lin Yao advanced instead of retreating.
He blocked with his left forearm guard, trapping the blade, and stabbed forward with his right—
—straight into Black Wolf Liu's lower abdomen.
Black Wolf Liu leapt back in panic—
—only to be tangled by his own men.
Lin Yao seized the opening, took two strides forward, and smashed the knife spine into the back of his neck.
Black Wolf Liu screamed and collapsed. His blade clattered to the ground.
"The boss is down! Why the hell are we still fighting?!"
Someone shouted.
Instantly, Yiqun's ranks fell into chaos.
Lin Yao stepped on Black Wolf Liu's back.
A thug beside him chopped down—
—and Black Wolf Liu got his "boxed meal" on the spot.
Yiqun's men stared at one another in horror.
Several leaders dropped their weapons and ran.
The rest scattered in panic.
The pier's floodlights came on, illuminating bodies and blood everywhere.
Wu stood there stunned.
Holy shit… Brother Yao can really fight.
Less than ten minutes.
Yiqun—gone.
Lin Yao bent down, picked up Black Wolf Liu's chopper, and casually tossed it into the sea.
He turned to his panting brothers.
"Don't stop. Push the other societies immediately!"
"One breath—drive every last one of them out!"
"Brother Yao… really chasing?" a thug asked, gasping, his bat still dripping blood.
He stared at Lin Yao's finger pointing toward another street.
Lin Yao crushed his cigarette underfoot.
"While the iron's hot—clean everything in one go!"
Before the words even finished—
A-Bu had already formed up fifty men, blade scars still gleaming on his wrist guard.
Wu looked like a battlefield general, knife and clothes soaked in blood—his own and others'.
Clearly, he'd hurt a thousand and lost three hundred.
The remaining men were exhausted—but when they saw Lin Yao charging forward personally,
Every one of them went red-eyed.
They grabbed whatever weapons they had and followed.
"Listen to the boss—kill! Kill! Kill!" Wu roared, swinging his blade.
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