Because Huo Qi was making tea, and because he had made a name for himself in Kowloon today, Master Dong turned his attention to him. As soon as he sat down, he said in a sarcastic tone, "I am ashamed to accept tea from the number one boss in Kowloon."

One-Eyed chimes in: "Unlike some gangs that are cowardly and afraid of death, bowing down to the British government, our Righteous and Brave Gang is full of tough guys. We can lose our heads, but we will not bow down!"

Actually, Master Er didn't drink his tea either. Huo Qi was trembling with fear. Brother Ji spat out a mouthful of blood, weak and powerless, but his momentum was not inferior: "Who is farting? It smells so bad. Let me see. Oh, it's the one-eyed guy who can't take his eyes off women. Oh, you're staring at me. Why don't you see yourself as cross-eyed?"

One-Eyed, his thoughts exposed, slammed his fist on the table in a fit of rage and shame: "You... shameless!"

Chicken Bro was all that was left to be stubborn: "Why didn't Second Master Weng come? He even touched my butt!"

One-Eyed slammed his fist on the table again: "You're talking nonsense! Weng Hua can't even get hard when he sees his wife, how could he touch your butt?"

Chicken Bro loosened his tie to catch his breath and pouted, "Homegrown flowers aren't as fragrant as wild ones!"

He was clearly the one who started the indecent act, but he was as stubborn as a mule, saying sarcastically, "Weng Hua touched my butt."

Of course, Master Er is cunning and shrewd. Although he didn't find a loophole in the "the guilty party accuses the innocent first" tactic, he had already figured out how to put himself on the moral high ground. Chicken Brother's verbal sparring was, of course, at his behest.

Regarding the matter of Weng Hua touching Brother Chicken's buttocks, although everyone in Yiyong Hall now knows that he was wronged, they can't reason with him. One-Eyed got tired of arguing and slammed his fist on the table, saying, "So what if I touched him? What do you want?"

Master Er may seem mild-mannered, but when it comes to playing mind games, as long as Second Master Weng isn't around, Master Dong can't outmaneuver him. And since they're sitting at the same table, they have to settle things once and for all. He said, "Brother Moji is nothing."

But he immediately added, "But he even groped chickens, how many respectable women has he groped?"

Chicken Brother pressed his advantage, saying, "Weng Hua is a lecherous old man. I've heard about it for a long time. Under the guise of providing rice and noodles, they openly provoke and molest respectable women. The entire Yi Yong Hall is a bunch of scum."

Master Er looked at Huo Qi again: "Huo Qi knows us best. Everyone in our Zhongyi Hall has a clean hand."

Chicken Bro sniffed his nosebleed and raised his hands: "Besides my wife, I've never even touched an octogenarian's mother."

Thus, in the first round of attacks, although Master Er spoke gently, his firepower was strong and there were no flaws to be found. He stood high on the moral high ground, making it difficult for Master Dong to attack him.

But Master Dong was not someone to be trifled with. Moreover, he had a strong base of support because of his good deeds. He waved his hand in front of him and sneered, "Our Yiyong Hall has been distributing rice and porridge for over a month, benefiting everyone in Kowloon. Huo, if you don't believe me, go to the streets of Kowloon now and ask around. Who hasn't eaten my rice or cooked porridge with it? Our Yiyong Hall is innocent, and we dare to declare our innocence to the heavens!"

He wasn't stupid; he didn't fall into the trap of self-justification.

Moreover, he was furious and said harshly, "Our feud has been going on for years. What's the point of all this arguing? Let's sign a waiver, find a place, each of us with a revolver, and play a round of roulette."

With a snap, he slammed a revolver on the table.

Roulette is basically playing with bullets. Each person takes one turn, with only one bullet in their gun. They then spin the magazine and fire at their opponent. It's purely a gamble on luck.

If Master Dong can do this, it proves he's a straightforward person. So, does Master Er dare to accept the challenge?

The answer is of course no, but Master Er's shrewdness lies in the fact that although he is unwilling, he will not explicitly refuse. Instead, he will shift the blame to outsiders. So he looked at Huo Qi and said, "I think Huo Qi should be happy to see today's scene?"

Now things are really messed up. Chicken Bro and One-Eyed are being led by the nose by him. The two of them almost simultaneously cursed Huo Qi: "You pig-headed police officer, don't think that just because the citizens carried you around a couple of times you're a big shot in Kowloon. I advise you to be careful when you walk at night in the future!"

Master Dong's eyebrows and beard bristled, and he said, "Huo, I think you're gloating."

Master Er gave a cold laugh without showing any emotion: "It seems I really am getting old. The young people are pressing me step by step, and it is indeed time for me to step down."

This is why Huo Qi had a headache.

Chicken Bro suddenly bared his teeth while loosening his tie, his eyes seeming to say: Watch out, your little brother might get hit by a car when he goes out.

One-Eyed drew his dagger, licked it with the tip of his tongue, stuck his tongue out at Huo Qi, and said, "Give my regards to your mother."

When gods fight, mortals suffer. These two big shots were sitting at the same table for the first time, exchanging sharp words. But suddenly, their focus shifted, sending Huo Qi's entire family to the King of Hell's Book of Life and Death. How could he not be afraid?

He then served tea to the two bigwigs: "Mr. Er, Mr. Dong, please don't put me on the hot seat. Everything is the will of the people. As a royal police officer, I am only responsible to the citizens. What happened today has nothing to do with me."

Chicken Bro, looking sickly, smirked and said, "So the citizens carried you out, huh? Why?"

One-Eyed continued licking his dagger: "Is it because you're handsome? But when it comes to handsomeness, how can you compare to me?"

Actually, he looks like a pumpkin, while Huo Qi is a genuine handsome man.

Huo Qi still appeared trembling with fear, but he suddenly became less weak and said, "It's because I'm a good policeman, I care about the citizens, and everything I do is for the good of the citizens, so they lift me up high."

Mr. Dong, unconvinced, slammed his fist on the table: "Do you think you're any better to the people of Kowloon than I am?"

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