Let's start with the two big shots.
Chicken Bro and One-Eyed Bro are both in their thirties, and they've been fighting since they were wearing open-crotch pants.
The two were exchanging harsh words. Chicken Bro's steel ball clenched so tightly it made a cracking sound: "One-Eyed Boy, this time is different from usual. Master Er said that anyone who blocks my way will be wiped out. I'm furious right now. If any stray dog dares to block my path, I'll find it, kill its parents, and exterminate its entire clan. You understand? I only have one thought right now: kill, kill, kill."
The one-eyed man pounded his fist with loud thuds: "Chicken, stop talking nonsense and take three of my punches if you dare!"
He wasn't tall, but he was quite broad, with exceptionally long arms. When he stretched out his arms, they were as wide as a cow's leg. One punch from him could send a person flying, let alone three. If someone took three punches from him, they would be going to meet the King of Hell.
Chicken Bro didn't dare to take the beating, but instead pounded the ground with his thumb: "Master Er said that in the final battle, we can only close our eyes when all members of your Righteous and Brave Hall are sent to hell. If you don't make way, we'll both die today!"
The one-eyed guy didn't yell as loudly as him, but he was much more ruthless in his actions. He slapped open his shirt and yelled, "Come on, let's die together!"
As he pulled open his shirt, shops on both sides of the street began to roll down their shutters. Pedestrians dragged their children, who still wanted to watch the excitement, as they ran. Residents upstairs either closed their windows or took in their laundry. Some fearless individuals even drove over to park their cars on the side of the road and sped away, because the one-eyed man had a row of explosives strapped to his body.
Okay, Chicken Bro has temporarily lost the battle and backed down when he saw the explosive pack.
The gangsters on Master Dong's side thumped their chests and laughed loudly, mocking the other side: "A bunch of losers, trash!"
Master Dong must have been very proud, as he deliberately raised an eyebrow and glanced at Chen Rou in the distance, and habitually smoothed his eyebrows.
Yes, he adjusted his posture, and Chen Rou saw the lower half of his face.
This is the original owner's grandfather. It's almost unbearable to look at, because his beard is also gray and white, and like his eyebrows, it's all raised up. He's the epitome of a fierce-looking man with a fierce beard and glaring eyes.
But clearly, Chicken Bro is more strategic than One-Eyed Bro, and he's also good at psychological warfare.
So he went back and talked to Uncle Er for a while, then smoothed his rooster-like hair. Brother Chicken came back, shrugged, and said, "You know One-Eyed Boy. Your Dong Ying is just trash, garbage. He was still wetting the bed when he was eight years old. His best grades were only E. He didn't kill his first person until he was 20. No girl would like a stupid idiot like him, you know? So get lost and don't humiliate yourself."
The implication was that Dong Ying was too incompetent to win over any girl, and Miss Chen could only belong to his family.
But what Brother Chicken said was probably true; his young master was just that bad, so One-Eyed was genuinely a bit stunned.
But just then, Master Dong suddenly coughed loudly: "Hmph!"
One-Eyed responded by lifting his shirt and pulling the fuse, yelling, "Get the hell back! Back! Back! Back!"
Chicken Bro wasn't easily intimidated. He threw down the steel ball, rolled up his sleeves, and pointed his finger directly at One-Eyed's nose: "I've been putting up with your Righteous Warriors Hall for too long. If your skills aren't up to par, you resort to underhanded sneak attacks. If you have the guts, pull the trigger, and I'll take you down with me today!"
He then gave the middle finger to Boss Dong's men: "You bunch of trash who don't follow the rules of the underworld, you scoundrels! I'll die right here today, and tomorrow all the henchmen in Kowloon will know that you won unfairly!"
Fighting in the underworld is all about fists and feet; generally speaking, weapons cannot be used to carry poison.
Anyone who carries a gun is considered cheating, and strapping a bomb to their body is a dirty trick. Even if One-Eye dies today and Master Dong wins, when the news gets to Kowloon Road, everyone will laugh at him for using dirty tricks and think that his victory was unfair.
In the martial world, one must uphold both strength and morality. One-Eyed didn't want to feel too aggrieved and wanted to defend himself: "Damn it, our Righteous and Brave Hall has been tricked by your Loyal and Righteous Hall many times, suffering in silence. Today, we'll blow you up fair and square!"
His henchmen echoed, "Yes, upright and honorable!"
But Chicken wasn't about to back down. He threw away his nunchucks and yelled at his men, "Everyone stay away! If I don't go to hell, who will? From now on, you'll be the ones telling and spreading my heroic tales!"
"You fucking want to die? Come on, let me grant your wish!" One-Eye yelled as he grabbed Chicken Bro.
Chicken Bro grabbed One-Eyed and roared, "You fucking pull the trigger! If you don't, all of you from the Righteous and Brave Hall are fucking bastards!"
"I'm going to pull you right now, I'm going to blow you to heaven!" The one-eyed man roared again.
Chicken Bro hugged again and shouted, "I dare not take your entire Yiyong Hall as my grandson! Pull him away!"
Just as One-Eye was about to pull the rope, and the two were about to die together, someone patted One-Eye on the shoulder: "Come out!"
No one willingly goes to their death. These kinds of challenges between the two gangs are common. When someone mediates, they separate. The one-eyed man turned around and exclaimed in surprise, "Miss Chen is out!"
His subordinates were even more excited than he was: "It looks like they're heading this way."
The one-eyed man grinned, his lips forming a fishhook shape. "Miss Chen is ours. We won!"
People watching from both sides of the street and from the upper floors, though unaware of what had happened, were both gossipy and excited.
The boss had already told his loyal underlings that the two gangs had no other conflict but one person: Miss Chen, the third wife of the Nie family.
Given the Nie family's wealth and influence, they cannot openly snatch people for DNA testing. However, whoever wins Miss Chen today will be able to end the epic battle between the two factions, and the grudges in Kowloon will come to an end.
So at this moment, whoever's car Ms. Chen walks towards will be the winner.
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