20demayo Chapter 58 First Generation Grandmaster
Chapter 58 First Generation Grandmaster
Hong Kong Island is only so big, and with hundreds of triads crammed together, conflicts between them are inevitable.
After years of development, two methods for resolving conflicts and struggles have been formulated.
One method is through negotiation, where gangs sit down and negotiate. This is how Lin Sheng previously negotiated with He Tu and Lian He, and how Liang Kun negotiated with Lin Huai Le.
Secondly, there is the possibility of armed conflict; if negotiations fail, fighting will naturally ensue.
However, there are two types of martial arts fights: fighting fiercely in a ring and fighting with horses.
The Crown Prince's purpose in coming here this time is very clear: he wants to challenge Lin Sheng.
If the prince wins, Lam Sing will have to unconditionally cede Mong Kok.
If Prince loses, then Hung Hing will give up Mong Kok.
Hung Hing has a much stronger foundation than Lam Sing.
If the Crown Prince were to join forces with the renowned Double Flower Red Stick, even if Lin Sheng refused the Crown Prince's challenge, no one would laugh at him.
In the end, it will still turn into a horse-showing display!
"When Mr. Jiang invited me for tea, did he mention that you were going to injure my men?"
Lin Sheng raised an eyebrow, looked at the dozen or so henchmen lying on the ground behind the Crown Prince, and questioned them.
"Don't worry, I won't die!" Gan Zitai said without even lifting his eyelids, completely disregarding everyone else.
"hehe!"
Sensing the prince's indifferent attitude towards life and death, Lin Sheng couldn't help but sneer twice.
Laughter echoed throughout the nightclub. Ah Bao and his three companions, along with Ah He and his two friends, had already drawn their weapons. As long as Lin Sheng gave the order, they would definitely kill the prince on the spot.
At this moment, Lin Sheng's henchmen also arrived, and dozens of them surrounded the prince.
"Anyone who dares to set foot in Yau Ma Tei will be killed!"
"He injured so many of our brothers, kill him!"
"Brother Sheng, give the order, and we'll act immediately to avenge our brothers!"
Amidst the clamor of the crowd, the Crown Prince's expression subtly changed, and his demeanor became serious.
He has mastered Muay Thai to a high level; he can easily take on ten opponents.
But Lin Sheng has more than ten henchmen; he has hundreds or even thousands. If they all swarm him, he will definitely be beaten to death.
"Lynn Sing, I thought you were incredibly audacious, having turned our Mong Kok branch up. Turns out you're just a coward!" Prince sneered, deliberately provoking Lynn Sing.
The atmosphere at the scene was tense, with the Crown Prince about to clash with Lin Sheng's dozens of henchmen.
"Young Master Hung Hing, I will settle this score with you. Where is Chiang Tin-sang?"
Gan Zitai slightly turned to the side, gesturing for them to proceed, but his tone remained indifferent: "Central Building!"
"snort!"
Lin Sheng snorted coldly, looked towards the door, and said to Gan Zitai, "Lead the way, you Hung Hing roadblock dogs!"
"Damn it, get your shovel!"
Muay Thai training is arduous and painful, and the fighters are quick to anger and prone to outbursts.
Provoked by Lin Sheng's sudden outburst, Gan Zitai felt a surge of anger, raised his fist, and strode forward.
Despite having several guns pointed at him, he was confident he could punch Liang Sheng to pieces within seven steps.
Ah and his men were on high alert, ready to open the safety as quickly as possible and pull the trigger to stop the prince's dangerous actions.
"Bang!"
A silent sound suddenly rang out, like a nail pinning the prince, who had taken two steps, firmly to the ground.
Immediately following was the sound of the sunglasses shattering and hitting the ground with a crisp thud.
"How is that possible!"
Gan Zitai's eyes widened as he stared intently at the black star on Lin Sheng's palm, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Within seven steps, which is faster, a fist or a gun?
Many years ago, his master Baohua had already given the answer.
Among the hundreds of thousands of gangsters in Hong Kong, you can't find more than five who can draw a gun faster than your fist.
But Lin Sheng happens to be one of these five!
Before the prince could raise his fist, he lightly raised his arm, a black gun landed in his palm, he released the safety, pulled the trigger, aimed and shot precisely into the other's sunglasses in one smooth motion!
If Lin Sheng wanted to kill the Crown Prince, it would be as easy as turning his hand.
Lin Sheng put away the Black Star sword, looked at the Crown Prince's face, which was as black as an iron pot, and said with a mocking expression, "Crown Prince, have you gone stupid from practicing boxing? Within seven steps, your spear is both fast and accurate!"
How can one become a grandmaster if one has a gun but doesn't use it?
"Lead the way, you Hung Hing dogs!"
Upon hearing this mocking remark again, the crown prince no longer dared to take action, and he didn't even dare to vent his anger.
When news spread that Hung Hing's heir had traveled alone to Lam Shing-tak, the entire Hong Kong underworld was in an uproar.
"As expected of a top-tier triad, the Hung Hing heir lives up to his name; he's truly formidable!"
He Tu's "divine hair" was full of disdain: "Leung Sing is doomed this time. He was lucky to have snatched Mong Kok, but Hung Hing will definitely be able to take it back!"
"It would be best to kill Liang Sheng on the spot, so we can take advantage of the chaos and make a quick buck!"
The four-eyed allies hoped that the Hung Hing War God would step up his game and were prepared to take back the territory.
"You damn handsome guy!"
Upon receiving this news, Uncle Deng sneered inwardly.
If you refuse a toast offered in kind, then you'll have to drink a penalty shot.
When Wong Ping Yiu learned that Lam Sing had been taken away by the Hung Hing heir, he was filled with worry and picked up the phone to call his two subordinates, Luk Kei Cheong and Wong Chi Shing!
"You two, immediately lead your teams to raid Hung Hing's territory. Don't treat our police force like a decoration!"
"Yes, Inspector Wong!" Luk Kei-cheung and Wong Chi-shing immediately nodded in agreement and each led their teams to raid Hung Hing's entertainment venues. Several police cars were dispatched.
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The Central Building is located in the CBD of Hong Kong Island.
In 82, one square meter cost tens of thousands of yuan, equivalent to an average worker's annual salary.
Hung Hing leader Chiang Tin-sang actually had a 500-square-meter office in the prime Central Tower, which made Lin Sheng envious and jealous.
"Damn it, why is Jiang Tiansheng able to own such a huge company and live in a villa on the hillside?"
"Liang Sheng, Mr. Jiang is waiting for you in the conference room!" Gan Zitai led the way, his expression somewhat complicated, no longer the spirited man he was when he went to find Lin Sheng.
"Brother Sheng, is Hung Hing going to pull some tricks?" Gao Jin whispered in Lin Sheng's ear.
"Ah Jin, this is Central, there are so many beautiful women here. If a fight breaks out, they'll be more scared than you and will call the police immediately. Don't worry!"
Lin Sheng brazenly sized up the pretty receptionists at the company, causing them to pull up their collars in response.
Upon entering the conference hall, Lin Sheng glanced around and saw that, apart from Liang Kun, all eleven leaders from Hung Hing's various branches were present.
Kwai Tsing Han Bin, Big Brother B, Bucky, Thirteen Sister, Dinosaur, Fat Guy Lai...
Lin Sheng walked to the seat opposite the head of the table and sat down, immediately crossing his legs and grumbling, "Is this all the Hung Hing leader can be?"
At the home turf of Hung Hing leader Chiang Tin-sang, Lam Sing started cursing as soon as he sat down, which immediately angered many tribal leaders.
"Lung Sing, you dare to be arrogant here? Don't think you can be so cocky just because you killed Lung Kwan. Believe me, I'll kill you right now!"
Lin Sheng glanced at the clamoring Hung Hing fence-sitter, too lazy to pay him any attention.
He pulled a box of Marlboro Red from his pocket and threw it on the table, glancing at the empty head seat with a disdainful look. "Did I say something wrong? Your gang leader invited me over for tea, but I can't even find him. Looks like I'll have to take down a few of his gangs!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Boss B stood up immediately: "Ah Sheng, Jiang Sheng invited you here with great sincerity, otherwise the Crown Prince would have already made his move!"
"Hey, were you talking about him just now?" Lin Sheng pointed his finger at the prince's nose.
"That's right, our Hung Hing War God, Prince, if it weren't for Chiang Seng's insistence on talking to you, Prince would have come to your door last night!" Boss B said proudly.
Within Hung Hing, some might disagree with the leader, Chiang Tin-sang.
But he would never disobey the Crown Prince of War.
Those who disagree are either lying in the hospital with tubes inserted or their graves overgrown with weeds.
Even other triads on Hong Kong Island would tremble at the mere mention of the Prince's name, let alone dare to confront him in a fight.