Time flies, and three days passed quickly.

Hong Kong and Macau have just experienced a once-in-a-century typhoon.

Even after the typhoon passed, the rain hadn't stopped, but the number of people and vehicles on the streets began to increase again.

After all, in this fast-paced city, most people still have to struggle to make a living.

Even before nightfall, the underground parking lot of the Dragon Tower on Queen's Road in Wan Chai was already filled with luxury cars.

Gang leaders from all over Hong Kong and Macau arrived in groups of three or five, or with entourages, and took the elevator to the banquet hall on the 8th floor.

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At 8 p.m., the typhoon clouds over Hong Kong Island had not yet dissipated.

The neon lights appeared exceptionally hazy through the rain.

On the 8th floor of the Longteng Building, the crystal chandelier in the banquet hall swayed slightly in the lightning.

The shadows of more than three hundred underworld leaders were projected onto the gilded wall, like a group of restless, trapped beasts.

We've just finished a sumptuous dinner and enjoyed our drinks, so it's time to get down to business for tonight.

Lin Dong left his seat and stood on the low, semi-circular stage, his left fingertip tracing the rim of a wine glass.

The icy touch reminded him of the top-secret document Phoenix had handed him a few hours earlier in the rain—photos of the scene where Huang Daowen's youngest son died from a cocaine overdose in his London apartment.

Dark Dragon has made its move in London.

"Ladies and gentlemen." He tapped the microphone lightly, and the noisy banquet hall fell silent instantly. "Thank you very much for gracing the banquet with your presence. Without further ado, I am now going to make an official announcement about something important."

“Starting tonight, I hope that all the gang piers in Hong Kong and Macau will hang this up.”

Lin Dong turned around and looked at the screen.

On the projection screen in the banquet hall, a dark gold dragon-shaped logo was wrapped around the five large seal script characters "Dragon Scale Foundation".

The light from the screen was projected onto the sandalwood table in the center of the stage, giving the 62 gilded plaques that had been prepared a visible fluorescent glow.

The audience erupted in uproar.

Although Lin Dong didn't say it outright, even a fool would know what his real purpose was.

This kid is too domineering and aggressive; he actually wants to take over all the triads in Hong Kong and Macau.

Zhang Ziqiang, who was sitting in the front seat, exchanged a glance with Ye Zhihuan next to him.

Both of them were filled with excitement; the bold words Lin Dong had spoken a few months ago were finally about to come true.

"Boss Lin, tell me, what's the secret behind the Dragon Soaring Foundation?"

Jiang Zhongfa, who was also sitting in the front seat, exhaled a ring of cigar smoke and asked with a smile.

The Dragon Gang has risen too quickly recently. Although Xingyi Alliance has always maintained good relations with the Dragon Gang and has cooperated with them in many daily businesses.

But how could Jiang Zhongfa not understand Lin Dong's ambition?

Young people, with absolute strength, it's normal for them to be a bit aggressive.

"That's a good question, Mr. Jiang. Since everyone has this question, I'll just give a brief explanation."

Lin Dong smiled slightly and put down the wine glass in his hand:

"The Dragon Scale Foundation aims to unite all underground gangs in Hong Kong and Macau, leading them out into the world to earn more money!"

"With 1997 approaching, many things will change drastically. Why not seize this rare opportunity and go out to sea together..."

"The conditions for joining the Dragon Foundation are very simple: voluntary participation will earn you a gilded plaque."

"In addition, each member unit pays an annual membership fee of HK$100,000..."

Before Lin Dong could finish speaking, the noise from the audience grew even louder:

"Holy crap, they want to charge membership fees? What's the Dragon Gang up to?"

"Damn it, don't you see? Lin Dong wants to be the number one gangster in Hong Kong and Macau!"

"Hmph! This guy is powerful, but he thinks he can take over our entire martial arts world? No way!"

"Don't rush. My idea is to find out more about the situation first. After all, '97 is coming soon, and joining the foundation might really be a way out..."

"Hey, have you lost your mind? Lin Dongming is clearly trying to devour us all, you..."

"No, the Dragon Gang is so strong, and... this Boss Lin is so ruthless he'd kill anyone. Aren't you afraid?"

"......"

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On the right side of the banquet, Liang Kun, the newly appointed leader of the Dong Sheng Gang, surveyed the surroundings, his pupils slowly contracting.

He touched the black pistol hidden in his left waistband, caught in a deep dilemma.

"Boss Lin, are you asking us to pledge our loyalty?" Camel from Heshenglian asked sinisterly, stroking the scar on his chin.

"Sure, all of you bosses, please volunteer." Lin Dong didn't want to say more; he wanted to see who among these people would step forward first.

He was waiting, waiting for the right opportunity to come.

Tonight's events are definitely not as simple as they seem; there are hidden undercurrents, and it's impossible for them to end peacefully.

"Hmph! Voluntary? Then let me ask you one more question: what's it like to join? And what happens if you don't join?" Camel retorted with a cold snort.

Lin Dong with his hands behind his back:

"It's very simple. I guarantee that anyone who joins the Dragon Fund will get through 1997 safely, and I will help everyone earn an additional 300 million every year."

"Those who refuse to join will have no place to stand in Hong Kong and Macau from now on..."

The bigwigs were stunned.

"Lin Dong, you have quite the nerve!"

The impatient Camel slammed his hand on the table, jumped to his feet, and pointed at Lin Dong on the stage, yelling:

"Others may be afraid of you, but I, Camel, am not a coward. In the underworld, no one can escape the principle of reason."

"I, Camel, have been roaming the world for thirty years. I refuse to believe that anyone would dare to mess up my Heshenglian?"

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