Chapter 364: Borrowing Soldiers from the Jianghu and Helping the Jianghu

Chapter 364: Borrowing Soldiers from the Jianghu and Helping the Jianghu

Chapter 364: Borrowing Soldiers from the Jianghu and Helping the Jianghu

"Assemble, clear the streets of gangsters!" Jimmy Lai looked crazy, waved his arms and shouted loudly.

Ren Rongrong put his hand on his shoulder and warned him, "The order from above is just martial law. The higher-ups don't want to get involved in the dispute between China and Britain."

"Because no matter who controls Hong Kong Island in the future, brothers will have a meal even if they rely on guns to eat guns!"

Jimmy Lai shook off Ren Darong's arm and angrily yelled, "Fuck your mother, am I short of food? I've been wearing this dog skin and risking my life for so many years, just for a meal?"

"Those big guys, they watch horse racing, play golf, sit in the office all day, and in a word, brothers risk their lives, what for?"

“It’s not for a meal, it’s for the good of Hong Kong Island!”

"I can't just sit there and watch those guys from the Special Branch instigate a fight in Hong Kong Island, watch a street get destroyed, sorry, I can't do that."

Ren Rong stared at him and said, "If you can't do it, what else can you do?"

Jimmy Lai grabbed the gun bag on his waist and rushed to the door: "Shoot them all to death, pick that star!"

Ren Qirong opened his arms and tried to stop Li Zhibin. His face was calm and resolute: "Abin, be rational!"

"How can one man with only one gun defeat them?"

In the office, one hundred and twenty-six silent guys with gun pouches on their waists and loaded guns stood up one after another. Their silence was worth a thousand words.

Li Zhibin turned his head and saw the determined faces of his fellow soldiers. He immediately had a premonition. A variety of feelings surged into his heart and his eyes turned red.

"This, this, might be defined as a rebellion."

Ren Rongrong's eyes were like an eagle, his momentum was like a tiger, and his voice was like a bell: "Failure is still a rebellion, success is a revolution!"

"In the past ten years as the Royal Police Force, the police force has made too many mistakes. We cannot make the same mistakes over and over again and must be true to our conscience."

"Tonight, suppressing riots, settling disputes, and arresting triad members are the responsibilities of our Triad Investigation Division."

"I, Arong, will take full responsibility. Brothers, just go ahead and do it!"

One hundred and twenty-six people stood at attention, raised their heads and chests, and shouted loudly: "Yes, sir!"

Ren Rongrong waved his hand: "Go get your bulletproof vests and set off."

Ta-da-da, a busy sound of footsteps suddenly sounded, and the guys rushed to the gun room to get bulletproof vests, tear gas, submachine guns and other weapons.

The Operations Department had issued a martial law order, and the collection of weapons was reasonable and legal, but no one would have imagined that a substantial armed rebellion was taking place.

With Hong Kong Island as the chessboard, everyone is a chess piece and no one can escape.

After the 1967 riots, pro-British elements were vigorously promoted within the Police Force, and Chinese police officers were given power for the first time.

Liu Fu, Lei Luo, Han Sen and others all made great contributions in 1966 and 1967 and were appointed as inspectors. Later, they were too corrupt and triggered an anti-corruption storm, so they were just a few people who were sent out to do the job.

The internal power is still tightly controlled by the pro-British faction. The people under Deputy Director of Operations Zhuo Youquan all rely on the foreigners for their survival and only follow their orders.

But in the mid-1970s, students graduating from the police academy joined the police force in batches. Many of them suffered from "police-criminal collusion" and the "inspector era". Whether they were from the lower classes or police families, more and more people were dissatisfied with the pro-British faction.

The "Hong Kong faction" of the police force is also quietly emerging. It is widely distributed below the level of superintendent and has become the backbone of the police force.

You must know that the greatest power lies at the grassroots level, and the backbone force is the strongest force!

The fact that Ren Qirong dared to act proved that he had the confidence. Otherwise, how could a rising star in the police force gamble his entire future?

He is not a man like Jimmy Lai, who has nothing except a dog-skin suit, a gun, and the phrase "eliminating violence and upholding justice" that he always says.

However, Sir Li has proved that eliminating violence and maintaining peace is not just a slogan. Cracking down on gangs and protecting the safety of citizens is a creed worth risking one's life for.

Saigon Street.

The white shirt on Snoring Pig was splattered with blood. After a few minutes of head-on fighting, more than a dozen of his brothers were injured.

Black Lion held the goose-wing knife in both hands, and blood was dripping from the blood groove on the blade.

There are six holes chiseled on the back of the knife, which is a unique feature of the goose-wing knife.

In ancient times, there were often escorts and gang members who hung copper rings on the holes. When they swung the knife, the rings would hit the back of the knife, making a sound that sounded like the cry of geese, hence the name.

Some people also call it "Golden Back Big Ring Knife" based on its appearance. It is divided into six-ring and nine-ring types according to the number of rings. Generally, the higher the number of rings, the heavier the blade.

As an ancient military weapon, with the passage of time, fewer and fewer people know how to use it. Black Lion can wield the goose-wing knife with ease and method, which shows that he has a noble origin.

The reason why Black Lion was chosen by Cai Zhenbing from among all the red sticks with four-digit numbers in their names is that he had changed jobs early, and the second is that he has real skills.

The short axe in the hands of the snoring pig is sharp, flexible and changeable, and he is very good at close range chopping. He appears to be very brave on the battlefield, but he is not a reckless man. While fighting, he still observes the battlefield and shouts commands from time to time.

When he saw that the brothers who were supposed to appear in the street had not arrived, he knew that He Lufeng's men were far more than the hundred people at the door.

More people may go through the alleys and into the middle of the street, cutting the battlefield. If they continue to fight with the Black Lion, the brothers will fall into danger.

"Get out!" Snoring Pig looked towards Black Lion and loudly ordered his brothers to retreat. The loyal brothers pulled up the brothers who were still able to move and fled into the street with their heads in their hands.

"A loyal and righteous man is capable of fighting, and the best fighters are from the Loyalty Hall. What a shitty reputation they have, a bunch of useless people!" Black Lion held a knife and watched the Snoring Pig run away, not in a hurry to chase him.

Because, together with Lufeng, they dispatched more than a dozen people to attack Saigon Night Market in several routes. Given the size of Zhongyitang, it would be easy to arrange a few hundred people to guard the night market. If they chased too quickly, they might get stabbed.

As a "veteran" in the underworld, Black Lion is good at fighting, but he knows how to survive better, and the first thing he does is to call on his subordinates to go first.

"Go after him, damn it, whoever takes down the snoring pig will take care of Sai Kung Street! A Zhongyitang big bottom, 500,000 Hong Kong dollars, come on!" Black Lion picked up a rag from the stall and wiped his weapon. The thugs from Lufeng were inspired and shouted as they rushed forward.

After entering Sai Kung Street, I found that the entire street was already a battlefield. More than 1,000 thugs from Lufeng were fighting with more than 900 loyalists from Mong Kok.

The entire Saigon Street is only 1.6 kilometers long, and with more than 2,000 people showing off their horses, the streets are filled with shouts of killing. A stall had already been overturned, and the thugs fell to the ground, with their necks pinched and their eyes stabbed, and their heads scalded by frying pans, wailing everywhere.

The residents of the street market buildings seemed to have returned to the days when Hong Kong Island was occupied, with turmoil, disorder and ubiquitous violence.

Although Kowloon has over 6,000 police officers, the streets of Sai Kung have become a lawless place.

Saigon Street Night Market is a legal activity. Normally, if you call the police station, the police will come to help. But tonight, the police seemed to have died out. Not a single one was seen!
"Go, retreat!"

"Retreat, follow me." Snoring Pig frequently looked back at Black Lion, calling on his brothers to retreat along the way. Unknowingly, he had gathered two or three hundred brothers around him.

Black Lion stared at Snoring Pig through the crowd of people, but was in no hurry to attack. He continued to gather his brothers and soon gathered more than 500 people.

They had the advantage over Lufeng in terms of numbers, and also used tactics to catch Snoring Pig off guard.

Snoring Pig retreated again and again, and finally had no way to escape, and was trapped by He Lufeng from both sides. At this time, Black Lion asked his brothers to shoot at Snoring Pig again, and felt that he had already won, so he said, "It's no use kneeling down and calling me Godfather now. I won't call myself Black Lion until I kill you, a roasted suckling pig!"

Snoring Pig led more than 500 of his brothers and sisters, shoulder to shoulder, back to back, holding weapons, standing in the middle of Saigon Street, with a calm face and a sly smile, and said: "Black Lion, if you want to get involved in this, you can't just dance like a lion. You can't just jump and dance. You have to use your brain!"

"Open your eyes and see, do you have more people here, or do you have more people here?" More than a thousand people suddenly rushed out from the corridors on the second and third floors of the street buildings on both sides. The leader on the left was Zhongyi Xin Shuanghua Honggun Yuanzi, and the leader on the right was Zhongyi Qun Honggun Chuanzi.

Saigon Street was conquered by the three people with the character "Zhong" in their names. It is not just the old Zhong family that eats alone, and when something goes wrong, how can the old Zhong family be the only one to help?
Different from the group led by Snoring Pig, the brothers with the character "忠" in their names on both sides of the street had red scarves tied on their left hands to distinguish between friend and foe.

Yuanzi led the people from Zhongyi Xin to go downstairs from the right, while Chuanzi led the people from Zhongyi Xin to go downstairs from the left. They went one in front and one behind, staggered their positions, and surrounded the people from Lufeng in the middle.

Seeing the Zhong-headed man coming aggressively, the leader A Wei asked nervously, "Brother Black Lion, what should we do?"

The thug Feihong held a machete in his hand, beads of sweat on his forehead, and said timidly: "Boss, are you going to dodge?"

Black Lion's heart was pounding. He would be lying if he said he was not afraid. But those who could carry the Black Lion in the lion dance team were all strong men. He risked his life and said, "How can I escape if I don't kill them?"

"rush!"

"Kill the stupid pig!"

Ah Wei, Fei Hong and other thugs, seeing the boss getting angry, calmed down, took a deep breath and shouted: "Kill the stupid pig!"

"Kill these loyal guys!"

"kill!!!"

Black Lion's decision was undoubtedly correct. When surrounded, the only way to survive was to charge forward and carve out a path forward.

After all, there are hundreds of fighters from Lufeng behind Hanzhu. If the two groups of troops join forces and thousands of people continue to rush forward, at least half of them can rush out.

It is not like it is now, where it is cut into two pieces, each piece faces more than a thousand loyal fighters and will be easily eaten.

At this time, Hanzhu saw Black Lion and his men rushing over, and knew that he had to resist, otherwise he would be unworthy of his grandfather's trust. He took out another short axe from his waist, and with two axes in hand, he rushed forward, blocking left and chopping right, easily knocking down a guy who was fighting with Lu Feng, and shouted loudly: "Zhongyi Hall!"

"Loyalty is here!!!"

Thousands of brothers roared loudly, fought in the streets, and strived to be the first.

Silly Pig finally faced off against the Black Lion. He held the axe in his left hand to catch the goose-wing knife. With a thud, he lost his grip on the axe and it fell directly to the ground.

The silly pig's eyes suddenly bared and his face turned pale with fear. He had not expected that the black lion was so incredibly strong. After knocking down the short axe with one blow, the black lion took advantage of the situation and pursued him, with the blade slashing across his chest.

tear.

The shirt was cut open, blood splattered, and the silly pig stared with wide eyes, his eyes full of despair: "It's over!"

At this time, Yuanzai and Chuanzai had already arrived at the scene. Holding knives and accompanied by more than 20 confidants, they staged a strategy of capturing the leader first and stopped Black Lion who was trying to finish him off.

"If you pick that star, you old loyal guys won't even want your piece of land!" Black Lion was stabbed in the left hand, and seeing more and more loyal people gathering around him, he knew that his chances of survival were slim.

After beating the stupid pig, he couldn't even kill it. Instead, he relaxed and had the leisure to curse.

With the help of his brother, Silly Pig stood up, picked up the hatchet, and pointed it at the black lion: "I only want your life!"

Everyone in the martial arts world knew that they had borrowed 15 million troops from Lufeng to buy the land of Zhongyitang. Heishi originally thought that the troops of Erzhong and Xizhong would be transferred back to Qingfeng Street to guard the land.

Unexpectedly, Han Zhu was showing weakness to lure them into the trap. Lao Zhong still arranged a large number of troops to eat them all in one go.

Yuanzi, Hanzhu, and Chuanzi looked at each other, picked up their weapons, and rushed forward: "Die!"

Two minutes later, Black Lion was lying in a pool of blood with knife and axe wounds all over his body and a short axe stuck in the back of his neck.

Tsing Fung Street, Causeway Bay.

The lamppost of Chaoyi Restaurant stands on the street, emitting a red light.

All the windows on the second floor were opened, and macaws were jumping happily in their cages. All the wooden doors on the first floor were removed. More than 300 Zhongji brothers, dressed in black and with red ribbons on their hands, sat on both sides of the round table in the lobby, drinking Pu'er tea with egg tarts, with a travel bag at their feet.

Many brothers even stepped on the backpack.

The touch of the soles of their feet makes them feel at ease.

Fat Cat, Gao Laosen, Jie Shiyong, Xiaosa, Pa Chewei, Liang Jiacong and Lu Qingdong were standing side by side on the second floor, looking at the street scene in the distance.

Qingfeng Street is more than 500 meters long, with more than 2,000 Zhongji brothers standing at the front and end of the alley.

Fifteen million Hong Kong dollars is enough to motivate some people who are blinded by profit. Some of them usually don't dare to attack Lao Zhong, but in a sensitive period, they may dare to give it a try under the temptation of huge profits.

After all, this is Lao Zhong's territory. If he can capture the flag, he will become famous overnight and well-known in Hong Kong. How many powerful men in the underworld dream of such an opportunity.

Two buses suddenly stopped on the street, and a smell of gunpowder immediately blew into the street.

Gao Laosen's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but say, "Brother Mao, ask Ah Hao to bring some people over!"

"No, Qingfeng Street is in Causeway Bay, and Causeway Bay should be responsible for guarding the land." Fat Cat stood in front of the window holding a dragon head stick. His fat body looked somewhat majestic under the light.

Gao Laosen was afraid of death, so he argued, "The restaurant is the whole gang's land, how can it be the business of a gang in Causeway Bay?"

Fat Cat swung his dragon-headed stick and hit Tall Sen on the head, cursing, "If you keep talking, I'll throw you off the second floor!"

Street Market Yong, wearing a T-shirt, took a deep breath and promised: "Grandpa is right, the Causeway Bay Tong has less territory and is taken care of by more social groups, because the land is in Causeway Bay."

"The club has something going on today, and I, Yong, will definitely handle it to the end!"

Anyone who dares to take a secret payment of 15 million to attack Qingfeng Street is definitely not an unknown thug, but at least a strong man from a well-known family.

He is even a popular figure in the Number Gang, Xinji and Big Circle Gang, and a big boss in Zidui.

Fat Cat refused to transfer troops from other gangs because he was afraid of pulling all the people to Qingfeng Street. If a fight broke out in Qingfeng Street, it would probably cause a pack of wolves to devour tigers. By then, all the big and small gangs would have crossed the line, and Lao Zhong would be really finished.

Therefore, he did not move any soldiers from his gang, and only summoned the people from Causeway Bay and the remaining soldiers from Zhongyi Xin and Zhongyi Qun to guard the place.

If they can hold it, everything will be fine. If they can't, when Shenxiantang is released from prison, there will be manpower and troops available, and the society still has hope of making a comeback.

As for the group of people under Jie Shiyong, they have never been the backbone of the society. They have received the society's favor, and when it is time to die, they must stand up and take the blame!

Just when everyone thought that the two buses were just the beginning and that some gangster was going to show up, more than 200 thugs with machetes and red ropes tied around their shoulders rushed off the buses.

The leader walked into Qingfeng Street, clasped his hands together, and shouted loudly: "Dong'an Society leader Yaoji, bring 216 disciples to help!"

Xiaoji, wearing a gray gown, stepped out of a Mercedes-Benz car and looked up at the fat cat in the attic.

Fat Cat smiled knowingly, clenched the dragon head stick with both hands, and laughed generously: "Some people throw silver paper to the Jianghu to borrow soldiers, and some people rush to my loyalty flag, and the Jianghu will help me!"

"Brothers from the Dong'an Society are invited to enter our land."

(End of this chapter)