Fengzi overheard their conversation. He put down his binoculars and asked with some concern:

"Won't the commotion attract too much attention and provoke intervention from the Thai military?"

“I just received a message from Liangzai Nan. General Pachai said that the Thai royal family is afraid that things will escalate, so two regiments of defense forces have been assembled in Bangkok tonight.”

Upon hearing this, Blackface chuckled loudly.

"Only two regiments? No armored units? Without heavy firepower, their soldiers will be easy prey once they enter Chinatown."

“I agree with that. In street fighting and alleyway fighting, who have we ever been afraid of?” Zhang Ziqiang nodded in agreement.

These two notorious gangsters and ruthless figures in the underworld have surprisingly reached a consensus.

"Gentlemen, those are two regiments, more than 3,000 people. How many of us are there? 400?"

Fengzi was speechless. These two lunatics were more insane than the other.

At that moment, the black-faced man's military communicator rang again:

"explain."

"Boss, the main gate has been breached. One enemy has been killed and two hostages have been successfully rescued."

"Very good! Where are the other three enemies?"

"The brothers on the south side have already intercepted them. The other side has submachine guns and just took a family in the next building hostage."

"Hostages? Do we know them?"

"I don't know him."

"Damn it, what are you hesitating for if you don't even know me? Give the order to fire! Kill them all!"

The dark-faced, hoarse shouts and curses caused the air on the rooftop to ripple slightly, creating a faint buzzing sound.

"Well said!"

Zhang Ziqiang adjusted his glasses and secretly gave a thumbs-up.

Fengzi, standing there somewhat disheveled, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but could only shake his head and sigh helplessly:

"Looks like my name is too weak. Damn it, those two are the real lunatics!"