Hong Kong Variety Show: Starting with Five Poisons, I, Dongxing Jade Kirin

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Many vendors in Temple Street know Ah Ting, and know that he was originally a subordinate of Heng Kee Yiu Man.

Now that they've heard that Tung Sing has taken control of Temple Street, many people are no longer afraid.

The people here are used to fighting and killing, so although the battle between Tung Sing and Heng Kee was fierce, they were not very afraid.

Tung Sing now wields immense power on Hong Kong Island, even Hung Hing dares not provoke them. Hang Kee used to be just a small triad with only a little over a thousand members. Now that Tung Sing is protecting Temple Street, it will definitely be more stable than before!

Hong Wentong watched as Ah Ting comforted the vendors on Temple Street and couldn't help but nod approvingly.

I'm quite satisfied with this college student underling. He's intelligent, has his own ideas, and can do many things very well without Hong Wentong having to tell him what to do.

"Ah Ting, you did a great job. I'll report this to Brother Lang and help you get promoted!"

……

Meanwhile, Huo Baoming's wife, Ai Lian, soon heard the news that her husband had been hacked to death and that Temple Street had been taken over by Tung Sing. She felt as if the sky was about to fall.

Huo Baoming's base of operations is in Temple Street, which is why he has the confidence to ask Li Ruolan for exorbitant prices. Furthermore, Sister Ailian controls more than a dozen mahjong parlors in Temple Street, as well as many orange-clad shops.

But now Temple Street has changed hands overnight. Not only did her husband die, but her business was also taken away by the Tung Sing gang!

She didn't even have time to go to the funeral home to see her dead husband; she turned around and ran to Man-ge, the boss of Heng Kee, to cry and complain.

"Brother Min, Fiery Ming was killed by Tung Sing's men, and Tung Sing also took over Temple Street. What should we do?!"

Min-ge had already received the news and was in a state of panic when he saw Ai-lian's tearful complaint, which immediately made him furious.

"This Tung Sing is really going too far. They know that Temple Street is the most important territory of Heng Kee, yet they still managed to invade and even killed Fiery Ming!"

Uncle Jiu, standing to the side, was also gritting his teeth:

"Brother Min, this concerns the survival of Heng 080. We have to fight to the death, otherwise Heng will be finished!"

Min nodded, then looked at Sister Ailian:

"Ailian, how many people are still around you?"

Sister Ailian said:

“I still have more than 300 underlings who haven’t left, led by my right-hand man Andy.”

Min nodded again.

Andy Min also knew this; he was Sister Ai Lian's top lieutenant and was extremely brave.

Although Fiery Ming and Zi Jian are dead, it shouldn't be a problem for Andy and his men to lead the charge back to Temple Street. What's more, Brother Min is also planning to gather all of Heng Kee's underlings to take back Temple Street in one fell swoop!

"Alright, I'll immediately gather all of Heng Kee's men, led by Andy, my little brother Sang Gou, and Uncle Nine's little brother Fatty Wah. There will be nearly a thousand men in total. We'll take them back to Temple Street!"

Min-ge's right-hand man used to be Yao-wen, but he has rarely been involved in the affairs of the underworld in recent years. This time, when Huo-bao-ming was killed, Yao-wen did not even come to Min-ge's place, so Min-ge did not mention him at all.

Upon hearing this, a hint of excitement immediately appeared in Sister Ailian's eyes:

"Alright, I'll personally lead the charge tomorrow, and we'll march back to Temple Street together!"

……

After Tung Sing took over Temple Street, the area quickly returned to calm.

Ah Ting, led by Hong Wentong and Tang Shankui, turned around and went to the Tung Sing headquarters to meet Xu Lang.

When Xu Lang saw that Hong Wentong and the others had arrived, he asked Cai Cai Zi to cut up a few plates of watermelon and put them on the table, and then asked Hong Wentong and the others to sit down.

"Brother!"

Hong Wentong didn't rush to eat the watermelon, but instead smiled and introduced A-Ting to Xu Lang:

"This is my newly recruited underling, his name is A-Ting!"

Xu Lang glanced at Ah Ting. Before his transmigration, he had read about the job and naturally recognized this handsome and very brave underling.

"He's already shown his loyalty; he's the one who killed Huo Baoming!"

Xu Lang nodded and said:

"You've only just joined Tung Sing and you've already made a great contribution to the triad. As a reward, Temple Street should be handed over to you. However, Hang Kee will definitely not give up. Temple Street is their best territory, and there will definitely be a counterattack. Can you hold it?"

Ah Ting immediately stood up, showing no fear, and said:

"Brother, Tong taught me that no matter how many enemies there are, only a few dozen people can be deployed on a street. So when two people meet on a narrow road, only the brave can win in the end!"

"I, Ah Ting, don't need too many people. Give me two hundred men, and I can definitely hold Temple Street!"

Upon hearing Ah Ting's words, Xu Lang couldn't help but nod approvingly.

"Alright, I'll give you two hundred underlings. As long as you guard Temple Street for me, this street will be your territory!"

Upon hearing this, Ah Ting was overjoyed and immediately raised his head and puffed out his chest, loudly proclaiming:

"yes, Sir!"

Hong Wentong smiled and patted A-Ting on the shoulder:

"Hengji's counterattack will definitely be fierce. Now that I've taken you in as my subordinate, I certainly won't abandon you. We'll work together to crush them!"

Chapter 151 Ah Ting's Wisdom: Nearly a Thousand Hengji People Were Chased and Beaten by Two Hundred Dongxing

On Hengji's side, Brother Min quickly gathered nearly a thousand gang members.

Heng Kee doesn't own much territory, and Temple Street is the most lucrative, which is why Man Gor favors Fiery Ming.

But now that Tung Sing has taken over Temple Street, it has made Min-ge, Uncle Nine and others feel like they have lost their parents. They immediately called out all the people in Heng Kee who could be mobilized, and even some people in their thirties and forties who had not participated in gang fights for a long time.

Of course, except for Yaowen.

The next morning, Ah Ting arrived at Yao Wen's fruit market early.

However, Yaowen was busy tidying up the fruit stall and didn't even glance at him.

Ah Ting stood there without saying a word. When Yao Wen couldn't move something, he reached out to help, but Yao Wen pushed him away.

"Big brother!"

Yaowen sneered:

"Why are you still calling me 'Big Brother'? Ting-ge! You already have a new 'Big Brother,' Temple Street is practically your gang's territory!"

Ah Ting was silent for a moment, then said:

"Big brother, you should understand, I don't want to be trampled underfoot my whole life! But in my heart, you're still my good big brother!"

Yaowen stopped, remained silent for a long time, and then suddenly sighed:

“Min and his gang won’t let this go. I heard they’ve already blown the whistle and summoned everyone from Hengji, but I didn’t go. I don’t want to fight you on the street, and I’ve wanted to leave this underworld for a long time!”

A warm feeling instantly welled up in Ah Ting's heart.

To be fair, Yaowen was a pretty good older brother. Although he was old and no longer had the vigor and spirit of his youth, and didn't want to get involved in the struggles of the martial arts world, he was very good to A-Ting back then, and helped A-Ting many times when he was in danger.

Now, Min-ge blows the whistle to summon his men, but Yao-wen does not respond to his call. Firstly, he does not want to fight Ah-ting head-on; secondly, he wants to take this opportunity to completely retire from the underworld; and thirdly, he does not hold any hope of victory for Min-ge and his men.

His ability to withstand the pressure from the Heng Kee triad at this time, not to stand against Ah Ting, and not to accuse Ah Ting of betraying him, already showed great tolerance and help.

"Thank you, brother!"

Ah Ting nodded and smiled:

"After this is over, I'll reserve a spot for you on Temple Street so you can open a fruit shop there. As long as I, Ah Ting, am around, no one will dare to charge you rent or land fees!"

After saying that, Ah Ting turned around and left Yao Wen's fruit market.

Yaowen watched his retreating figure stride away and couldn't help but sigh.

"Watch out, kid, don't fall down!"

……

As evening fell, vendors at the Temple Street night market were just setting up their stalls when they noticed that the air in the surrounding space seemed a bit off.

The entire area seemed to be filled with a somber, oppressive, and cold atmosphere.

Everyone couldn't help but look into the distance.

Two figures appeared on the street in the distance. One was tall, wearing only a cotton vest, and carrying a large cleaver more than three feet long. The other was a woman in a black suit, with a very slender figure and a big wavy perm, who also carried a samurai sword more than two feet long.

These two women are none other than Ai Lian, the widow of the fiery Ming, and the man next to her, wearing a vest and holding a large machete, is her right-hand man, Andy.

At the other end of Temple Street, another group of people appeared, led by two men: Sang Gou, one of Min Ge's henchmen, and Fatty Wah, one of Uncle Nine's underlings.

The four men split into two groups, each followed by four or five hundred dwarf mules, and came from both sides of Temple Street.

As the two groups of people approached, the sky over Temple Street seemed to change color instantly, with dark clouds pressing down on the city as if it were about to collapse!

Many vendors who were just about to set up their stalls were so frightened by this scene that they immediately pushed their carts back into the box and hid in the alley, too afraid to come out.

Anyone who isn't an idiot would know that a major battle is about to break out. Heng Kee's forces are in a state of flux, with at least a thousand men. If such a battle were to break out, anyone who is blind to the danger and stands on the street would deserve to be caught in the crossfire!

In the blink of an eye, Sister Ailian and Sanggou's two groups had entered the streets of Temple Street. At this moment, a figure walked out from the once bustling mahjong parlor in the middle of Temple Street.

The man was wearing a suit, but no shirt underneath, only a T-shirt, and a necklace around his neck. At first glance, he looked like a dwarf, but his outfit combined two extremely different qualities: refinement and wildness, making him stand out as very unique.

This person was none other than Ah Ting!

When Ah Ting walked out of the mahjong parlor, he was holding a cup of milk tea in his hand. He looked at the Heng Kee people walking on both sides of the street with a calm and collected expression. He calmly drank the milk tea in his cup in one gulp before putting down the cup and waving to the person behind him.

As the gesture fell, two groups of people suddenly emerged from the buildings behind and in front of him.

These men were all two hundred Dongxing knife-wielders that Xu Lang had given to Ah Ting. They were all burly and carried machetes, kukri knives, and other sharp weapons. Although their numbers were far fewer than Hengji's men, they all had fierce expressions and showed no fear whatsoever.

From the crowd behind Ah Ting, another burly man stepped out; it was none other than Ah Ting's elder brother, Hong Wentong, who had joined the Tung Sing gang.

Hong Wentong glanced at the Hengji men slowly approaching in the distance, a cold smile on his face:

"Ah Ting, there are so many of them, it seems they're planning to surround us from both sides and kill us all!"

Ah Ting smiled as well:

"Brother, you said it before, 'When two paths cross, the brave one wins!' We might not be surrounded in the middle; we could be blooming in the middle and basking in the fragrance from both sides!"

"Well said, that's interesting!"

Hong Wentong smiled, took two gleaming machetes from one of his underlings, then handed one to Ah Ting, saying:

"Alright, let's each take charge of one side. I'll take the woman on the left; I love dealing with young widows!"