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After some discussion, Grandpa Fei Jiu said in a deep voice.
"Okay, it's a deal!"
"A word is settled!"
Liang Kun and Wang Dong nodded in agreement.
"Since that's the case, it's getting late, so I'll be going now!"
Wang Dong glanced at the time, then got up and prepared to leave with his daughter, Wang Fengyi.
"Sigh, I'll be going now, Boss Fatty Nine!"
Liang Kun also got up and left.
"Alright, Ahua, hurry up and see the two bosses off!"
"Yes, boss!"
Watching Liang Kun and Wang Dong leave, Grandpa Fei Jiu, who was still sitting in his seat, felt uneasy.
It's worth noting that among the three of them, he had the lowest sense of security.
Among these three, their number gang, Shengzidui, is the weakest, with only over seven hundred members.
As for Leung Kwan, he has Hung Hing backing him, and his own strength is not weak either. In any case, he is much stronger than the number gang, the Winning Number Gang!
Finally, there's Wang Dong of the Quanxing Society. Under Wang Dong's management, business has been getting better and better in recent years, and he has more than a thousand underlings. Only their number gang, Shengzidui, has declined in recent years, with only more than seven hundred underlings, making them one of the weakest of the three small gangs.
If Tung Sing's Kirin Tiger Xu Lang really wants to unify Mong Kok and turn it into a monolithic organization, the first group he might have to deal with is the number gang, the Winning Numbers Club!
Thinking of this, Grandpa Fei Jiu couldn't sit still any longer.
Give me my phone number!
Grandpa Fei Jiu said to his underlings behind him.
"Yes, boss!"
The younger brother quickly stepped forward and handed the phone to Grandpa Fei Jiu.
Grandpa Fei Jiu dialed Tony's number directly.
"Hey, who is it?"
The phone rang with the sound of mahjong tiles being rubbed together, making it very noisy. Tony seemed to be smoking, and his voice was quite muffled.
Grandpa Fei Jiu said in a deep voice, "Tony, it's my grandpa!"
"Six seven seven." "Grandpa?"
Tony immediately stopped what he was doing and asked very seriously, "What is it, Grandpa?"
Grandpa Fei Jiu replied, "Come to my tea restaurant right now, I have something to tell you!"
"Yes, Grandpa, I'll be right there! Beep~ Beep~ Beep~"
Tony responded and hung up the phone.
Although Grandpa Fei Jiu was involved in a triad, he also had many legitimate businesses, including a tea restaurant.
"Alright, I'm going back to the tea restaurant now. I've called Tony over to discuss some business!"
Grandpa Fei Jiu stood up and said.
"Yes, Grandpa!"
As soon as he entered, Ah Hua, along with Fly and a group of his underlings, followed Grandpa Fatty Nine toward the tea restaurant.
They were already on their own street and soon arrived at the tea restaurant.
Not long after, Tony arrived with a bunch of his underlings.
"Grandpa, what's wrong? Why did you call me here in such a hurry?"
Tony casually sat down next to Grandpa Fei Jiu and asked.
Grandpa Fei Jiu took a deep breath before saying, "Now that Tung Sing's Kirin Tiger Xu Lang wants to unify Mong Kok, he will definitely target our Number Gang's Winning Number Club. After all, our Number Gang's Winning Number Club is the weakest of the remaining gangs, and then we will be completely out of food!"
Upon hearing his grandfather's words, Tony's face immediately darkened, and he turned to ask his grandfather directly, "Grandpa, what do you want to do?"
Grandpa Fei Jiu glanced at Ah Hua, who was silent beside him, and turned to Tony, saying, "In order to protect our Number Gang's Victory Pile, we must strike first. So what if Xu Lang, the Kirin Tiger of East Star, has tens of thousands of underlings? He's not made of iron. As long as we take him down, his men will naturally fall into chaos!"
"Grandpa is right!"
Tony and Ahua both nodded.
"Grandpa, give me a gun, I'll take care of Xu Lang by myself, and let the Tung Sing gang know that our Number Gang, the Sheng Zi Dui, is not to be trifled with!"
At this moment, the fly, finally seeing hope, suddenly stood up and spoke.
Snapped! ! !
Upon hearing this, Ahua couldn't sit still any longer. He stood up, slapped Fly on the head, and said, "Are you so desperate for fame that you've gone crazy?"
"Hahaha……"
Ahua turned to Grandpa Fei Jiu and said, "Grandpa, the fly was just joking, don't take it seriously!"
"Hmm~"
Grandpa Fei Jiu nodded.
Fly was a bit unreliable. Although he was bold, he couldn't possibly take Xu Lang down by himself, so he didn't take his words to heart at all.
Grandpa Fei Jiu turned to Tony beside him and said, "Tony, I'm leaving this matter to you!"
Upon hearing this, Tony nodded and said, "I know some people in Kowloon Walled City. I can have them send some gunmen to handle this!"
After saying that, he thought for a moment and added, "But the club must pay for this!"
"Okay, the club will cover this cost!"
Upon hearing this, Grandpa Fei Jiu nodded, agreeing with Tony's suggestion.
"Then it's settled, Tony. Get this done as soon as possible. Xu Lang is putting a lot of pressure on us; we don't know when he might make a move against us!"
Grandpa Fei Jiu said to Tony.
"Okay, I'll contact them right now!"
Tony got up and left with a group of his underlings.
Not long after, Tony returned to his mahjong parlor.
"call--"
After taking a drag of his cigarette, Tony dialed the number.
He was calling the old man with white hair in Kowloon Walled City!
White-haired Guy is a hitman boss in Kowloon Walled City. He keeps a group of gangsters under his command. These people are ruthless and have a certain reputation in Hong Kong.
"Hey Tony, what's up?"
"I received the call," the white-haired man asked in a deep voice.
His tone was calm, revealing not a trace of joy or anger!
"Shall we meet tonight?"
Tony asked directly.
"See you at the usual place then, beep~ beep~ beep~"
The white-haired man answered crisply and clearly, then hung up the phone.
Tony had asked the white-haired man to do a few things before, so the two were old acquaintances.
……
At night, next to a stone pier in the suburbs of Mong Kok.
Tony was leaning against his car, smoking and gazing at the bustling city in the distance.
Not long after, a car pulled up and stopped next to him.
A middle-aged man with a full head of white hair got out of the car.
The middle-aged man had a knife scar near his eye, which made him look somewhat ferocious.
"Tony, long time no see~"
"Old man with white hair, long time no see~"
The white-haired man walked up to Tony and greeted him, to which Tony casually responded.
Click! Click!
The white-haired man sat to the side, lit the cigarette Tony had tossed him, and asked, "Tony, what's up?"
"call--"
Tony, exhaling a smoke ring, replied, "Help me kill Xu Lang, the Qilin Tiger of Dongxing!"
The white-haired man glanced at Tony and asked, "How much?"
Tony pulled a suitcase from behind him and tossed it to the white-haired man, saying, "Here's a deposit of 500,000. I'll pay another 500,000 after it's done, making it a total of one million!"
The white-haired man took the box, looked at the money inside, nodded, and said, "Okay, no problem!"
For assassins, it doesn't matter who these gangs kill; quite a few gang leaders have died at the hands of the White-Haired Guy.
"This is urgent. Get your men moving as soon as possible!"
Tony added his own instructions.
"Don't worry, I'll arrange manpower as soon as possible!"
The white-haired man replied, casually tossed the cigarette butt out of his mouth, turned around, grabbed his suitcase, and left.
After watching the white-haired man leave, Tony got into his car and drove away.
……
the next morning.
"Brother Lang, this is good!"