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"This is Gao Laosi's force of several thousand men?"
Hao Ji, watching from the side, was filled with excitement, her face flushed.
She had been following the doctor in Thailand, but she had rarely seen such a thrilling street fight, let alone a battle like the one between Dongxing and Anle, where less than a thousand people had defeated a much larger force of several thousand!
The people from Tung Sing are really good fighters!
Recalling the humiliation Gao Laosi had inflicted on her during the day, Hao Ji felt an indescribable sense of pleasure.
"That was great, brother!"
Xu Lang smiled and looked at Hao Ji:
"Is that enough? Let me tell you, it's not enough!"
……
Taishan Racecourse!
This is Gao Laosi's horse farm. He holds two to three horse races here every week. The stables house more than 300 fine horses purchased from all over the country. They are Gao Laosi's lifeblood!
It was late at night, and the lights inside the racecourse had long been turned off. Only a few dozen of Anle's horsemen were patrolling near the entrance and the perimeter wall to ensure the safety of the racecourse.
Just then, a group of dark figures silently pounced on the horse farm.
The one leading them was none other than Luo Tianhong!
Of the thousand elite Tung Sing soldiers transferred from Hong Kong Island, more than a hundred were brought here by him, with the goal of the horse races at the Ko Lo Si Tai Shan Racecourse!
More than a hundred people were divided into five teams and quickly rushed to the area around the racetrack. Most of the guards and the Anle dwarf mules were dozing off. They were quickly subdued by Luo Tianhong and his group in a silent and sudden attack. Several people who dared to resist were killed on the spot!
After binding the mules' hands and feet with cable ties and stuffing their mouths with their own smelly socks, Dongxing's underlings turned and followed Luo Tianhong into the horse farm.
The lights were turned on, and all three hundred-plus racehorses in the stable were startled awake. They stared wide-eyed, somewhat fearfully, at the suddenly appearing Dongxing underlings.
Luo Tianhong glanced at the racehorses in the stable and shook his head with some regret.
These racehorses were carefully selected from all over the world, with many individual horses valued at millions of Hong Kong dollars, and the total value of them is at least hundreds of millions!
In the stables, there was a prized Akhal-Teke horse, purchased from Central Asia at great expense. Its coat was as white as snow, but when it ran, the sweat on its body was like blood. It was Gao Laosi's most precious treasure.
Luo Tianhong went straight to the stables of the Akhal-Teke horse, looked at the precious steed, and sighed:
"What fine horses they are! It's a pity you've chosen the wrong master!"
After saying that, he waved to his underlings behind him:
"start!"
Upon hearing the order, more than a hundred Dongxing henchmen immediately jumped into the stable, raised their kukri knives, and slashed at the horse's legs.
Instantly, the painful cries of the horses in the stable rose and fell!
In no time, more than three hundred horses had their legs cut off!
Hearing the mournful cries of its kind and smelling the pervasive scent of horse blood in the stable, the Akhal-Teke horse became restless and began to whinny intermittently.
Luo Tianhong took one last look at the Akhal-Teke horse in front of him, then suddenly leaped onto the horse's bridle, raised his eight-sided Han sword, and slashed it down at the horse's neck.
chap!
The horse's head was instantly severed by his sword, and blood gushed out like a fountain, reaching several meters high, with blood foam even spraying onto the roof.
After severing the horse's head with a single sword stroke, Luo Tianhong glanced regretfully at the horse's mangled carcass on the ground and waved to his henchmen beside him:
"Wrap up the horse's head!"
"Yes, Brother Tianhong!"
The two henchmen agreed, wrapped the Akhal-Teke horse's head in a black plastic sheet, and carried it out of the stable.
……
At the entrance of the Wo On Lok General Church in the reclaimed area, a group of Wo On Lok's short mules were gathered together, many of them with bandages wrapped around their bodies.
After a fierce battle at the Paramount, nearly a thousand of He Anle's men were killed or wounded. Many were utterly terrified and now, after returning from the Paramount, they are all gathering at the main hall entrance, waiting for their boss's orders.
But Gao Laosi had already gone into hiding before the war even started. Although he was arrogant and loved to show off, he was extremely cautious in private. After learning that Dongxing had mobilized its forces to fight him, he sent three thousand of his men to the Paramount, but he himself secretly went into hiding to prevent Xu Lang from having any other assassination methods.
Now that Anle and his younger brother have returned in defeat, Gao Laosi has not shown up. Only Young Master Xiong, with a bandage on his right cheek, is at the entrance of the main hall arranging for his injured younger brother.
Just then, a car suddenly sped towards us from a distance.
The car was traveling at an extremely high speed, and in the blink of an eye, it arrived at the entrance of the Wo On Lok General Hall. The car then slowed down, and one of the doors opened, from which a black plastic bag was thrown out. The driver then stepped on the gas and sped away.
Seeing this, Young Master Xiong and the others dared not go up, fearing it might be a bomb or something. After waiting for a while and seeing no movement, they sent two of their underlings to check.
The two underlings carefully peeled off the black plastic bag, but they were both shocked and turned pale.
The black plastic bag contained, however, the head of Gao Laosi's prized Akhal-Teke horse!
Chapter 163 Gao Laosi, unable to win through direct confrontation, resorts to underhanded tactics, forcing Zhang Weilun to assassinate Xu Lang.
Gao Laosi, who was always arrogant and domineering in Macau, was surprisingly quiet when he saw the head of his prized Akhal-Teke horse and didn't say a word.
Beside him, the young master Xiong, now with only one ear, felt a chill run down his spine as he watched his boss stare intently at the head of the Akhal-Teke horse without uttering a word.
"Big...Big Brother, don't be sad. I'll take my little brother to the Paramount Ballroom right away to avenge your BMW..."
Old Master Gao looked up and gave Young Master Xiong a cold look:
"Yesterday, even with over three thousand of you, we still couldn't win against the Eagles. How do you plan to fight them yourself?"
Young Master Xiong was speechless.
If he hadn't run away quickly last night when he sensed something was wrong, he would probably be lying in the funeral home like Fatty Long, who was fighting with eagles.
He was just talking about avenging Gao Laosi's BMW; he wouldn't actually dare to go there.
Seeing that Young Master Xiong remained silent, Gao Laosi turned away from him, waved for his two henchmen and Anle to carry the horse's head away, and then sat there alone in silence for a long time before saying:
"Ah Xiong, go find Zhang Weilun and the others!"
Young Master Xiong was taken aback:
"Looking for Zhang Weilun? What do you want with them?"
Zhang Weilun is the elder brother of Sheng Le, a school club in Haojiang. He had a lot of grudges with Gao Laosi and his gang. Gao Laosi had long wanted to take over Sheng Le, but recently, Dongxing suddenly appeared and disrupted his plans.
He Sheng Le is a school club with less than a thousand members. They have territory covering three streets in the reclaimed area. The main figures of the club are the eldest brother Zhang Weilun and the younger brother Zhang Haotian. Although they are few in number, they are all brave and daring. In several conflicts with He An Le, they have been able to hold their own and have always been regarded as a thorn in Gao Lao Si's side.
"Now that Eagle and Fat Dragon are dead in the gang, many of our elite underlings were terrified by the East Star gang after yesterday's battle. We urgently need to replenish our ranks with new blood and skilled fighters!"
Gao Laosi said:
"The Zhang brothers, Wei-Lun and Hao-Tian, are quite good. They're brave, daring, and loyal. If we could get them to join Wo On Lok, it would be a huge boost to us!"
Young Master Xiong couldn't help but secretly curl his lip.
Although the He Sheng Le gang was relatively small, the Zhang Weilun brothers refused to submit. Despite being beaten by Gao Lao Si several times, they never bowed their heads. If they were willing to join He An Le, they would have joined long ago. Why wait until today?
"Boss, what if they refuse?"
Old Gao pondered for a moment, then said:
“We need to be prepared for both possibilities. You go and talk to Zhang Weilun first. If they refuse, arrest his brother Zhang Haotian and force Zhang Weilun to assassinate Xu Lang. Even if he fails, we can temporarily shift the blame to He Shengle. Then we can find a way to concentrate our efforts on dealing with Dongxing!”
Gao Laosi was not only arrogant, but also loved to play tricks. The Zhang Weilun brothers were quite strong fighters, so Gao Laosi came up with this idea: if he couldn't recruit the Zhang Weilun brothers to his side, he would force them to deal with Xu Lang.
When Xu Lang's forces are drawn to Zhang Weilun's firepower, they will definitely focus their efforts on dealing with He Shengle, while He Anle can take the opportunity to lick his wounds and look for another chance to deal with Dongxing.
Young Master Xiong also loved scheming and plotting, and upon hearing Gao Laosi's plan, his face immediately lit up with a smile:
"Brother, that's a brilliant idea! I'll get on it right away!"
He had only taken a few steps when Gao Laosi called him back:
"Don't panic. Remember to call Uncle Wen over before you go. He's a senior figure, and Zhang Weilun always listens to him. Ask him to help persuade them. It would be best if the two brothers were willing to join He Anle!"
"Understood, brother, don't worry!"
Young Master Xiong agreed and turned to walk out of the He'anle main hall.
……
At the reclaimed land area and the entrance to Shengle Hall, Zhang Weilun had just entered the hall when Zhang Haotian ran up quickly from behind, smiling broadly, and said:
"Big brother, have you heard? Yesterday, Anle and more than 3,000 of his men went to the Paramount Casino, trying to smash it up. But they were brutally beaten by the Tung Sing gang. The Tung Sing gang had less than 1,000 men, and they were all knocked down. Da Zaiying and Fatty Long were killed on the spot, and Young Master Xiong even had his ear chopped off!"
Zhang Weilun smiled:
"Of course I've heard about it. Those guys from Tung Sing are really ruthless!"
Zhang Haotian laughed heartily:
"Yeah, that's so satisfying! Gao Laosi and his gang always act all high and mighty in front of us, and they've given us no end of trouble. Now that we've seen them get their comeuppance, some dead and some injured, I'm in a great mood today. I'll eat at least five bowls of rice tonight!"
Zhang Weilun couldn't help but laugh:
"Look at you, so pathetic! Such a great thing deserves a bottle of champagne to celebrate!"
The two were chatting animatedly when Zhang Weilun's phone suddenly rang. Looking down, he saw it was Uncle Wen calling.
Uncle Mosquito is a senior figure in the Macau Wo triad, and he has close relationships with Cheung Wai Lun and Ko Lao Si, so Cheung Wai Lun respects him very much.
"Uncle Mosquito, hello, what can I do for you?"
"Weilun, I have something I'd like to discuss with you today. Do you have some time?"
"Okay, where should I look for you?"
Uncle Mosquito then gave a location, and Zhang Weilun and Zhang Haotian drove there. When they arrived at the restaurant's private room, they saw that Young Master Xiong, who had only one ear, was also there.
Upon seeing the Zhang brothers, Young Master Xiong completely lost his usual arrogance and stood up with a smile:
"Weilun, Haotian, you're here! Please have a seat!"
Zhang Weilun and Zhang Haotian saw that the other's ear was indeed wrapped in gauze, and couldn't help but smile at each other before sitting down to Uncle Mosquito's left.
After Uncle Mosquito and his men sat down and exchanged a few pleasantries, they got down to business:
"Weilun, Haotian, you should have heard about what happened with Anle and Dongxing yesterday, right?"
Zhang Weilun nodded: