By the window on the fourth floor of the hall.
Uncle Wen looked down and said, "Yang Sheng is quite good at bewitching people; ordinary scoundrels don't have this ability."
"Old Ding, what if Yang Sheng really manages to kill Luo Rong this time?"
Uncle Chang squinted slightly and smiled, saying, "If he really manages to kill Luo Rong, wouldn't our Hong Sheng Lian be in for a treat?"
"Don't worry, this kid can't cause any trouble. As long as the three of us haven't backed down, anyone who wants to step up will have to get our approval first."
When newcomers rise to prominence, the elders must step down.
The three elders of Hong Sheng Lian have controlled the entire Hong Sheng Lian for more than 20 years, and they are not yet at the point of retirement.
Yang Sheng quickly selected four people besides the foreigner.
Two of them were introduced by a foreigner named Wen; both were among the more capable fighters in the Hung Shing Lian gang.
One of them was called Leopard Head. He was tall and had a fierce face. Although he hadn't learned any proper fighting techniques, he was strong and ruthless.
The other one was called Dilu. He was somewhat handsome, but he had dyed yellow hair and wore an earring, looking like a low-class thug.
However, Yang Sheng glanced at the other person thoughtfully a few times.
This guy must have trained; he has powerful strides and a straight posture. Even if he walks crookedly like other thugs, his spine is still perfectly straight.
At this moment, the foreigner Wen leaned over excitedly and asked, "Handsome, how should we proceed? Should we disguise ourselves and infiltrate Luo Rong's gang to assassinate him?"
Yang Sheng's lips twitched slightly.
He was now certain that the foreigner Wen had stepped forward simply because he was itching to kill someone.
"When a gang kills someone, it's not like they're going to be secret agents. Why bother with disguises? Of course, they just charge in."
Dilu scratched his head and said, "Brother Sheng, is it really that rough?"
Yang Sheng said in a deep voice, "That's how brutal it is."
I ask you, if you were Luo Rong, would you think that Hong Shenglian, a sunset gang, would dare to come and kill him in the middle of the night?
They all shook their heads.
Some of them are even feeling a little regretful now, wondering why their superiors insisted on doing such a dangerous task.
Yang Sheng shrugged: "You wouldn't believe it, and neither would Luo Rong."
Luo Rong is the head of the Mong Kok branch of the British Associated Press, but his territory has extended to the entire Yau Tsim Mong area, so his underlings are scattered.
At this time, Luo Rong would definitely be inside his establishment, the Fulong Building.
The building is cramped; having more people won't help. So, the six of us are enough to block one passage—three in front and three in back. If we can kill Luo Rong as quickly as possible, we'll have a chance to get out alive.
Seemingly infected by Yang Sheng's confidence, the others also calmed down.
He wrapped the weapon in his hand with a newspaper, hid it in his clothes, and prepared to leave.
This is a common tactic used in gang fights; otherwise, if you wander around carrying a machete, you might get taken to the police station for questioning.
Dilu was carrying a kukri knife, also known as a Nepalese Gurkha knife.
Leopard Head didn't use a knife; instead, he held an alloy baseball bat.
This is the perfect tool for him to use, and he doesn't have to worry about getting into trouble with the police while carrying it.
Yang Sheng turned around and saw the weapon that the foreigner Wen was holding, and immediately let out a soft exclamation.
Those were two straight bayonets, each forty centimeters long, with barbs on one side of the hilt, and they looked quite old.
"The Japanese Type 38 bayonet?"
Yang Sheng asked with some confusion.
He had only seen this thing on TV before, so it looked somewhat familiar.
The foreigner nodded and said, "Yes, I got it after seeing it at Uncle Wen's place."
I heard that it was stolen by one of our Hong Shenglian's double-flowered red sticks during the Japanese occupation, who killed two Japanese soldiers in the middle of the night.
It is said that the number of traitors and Japanese soldiers who died under those two bayonets later exceeded double digits, to the point that the Japanese soldiers on that street dared not patrol in groups of less than five.
"Wow, using the Japanese devils' stuff to kill them, just thinking about it is exciting!"
Yang Sheng nodded. Hong Shenglian had once been glorious.
In terms of seniority, Hung Sing-Lian can be considered a direct descendant of the Hung Society, whose lineage can be traced back to the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.
During the Japanese occupation, many gangs in Hong Kong became traitors, either for personal gain or out of cowardice and fear of death.
However, Hong Shenglian refused to collude with them and secretly resisted the Japanese, assassinating many Japanese invaders and traitors.
Even Hong Shenglian's disciples were once wanted by the authorities and were forced to move their headquarters to the shadows.
During that era, many of the most capable Red Sticks in Hong Sheng Lian died under the guns of the Japanese invaders, losing 90% of their elite forces.
After Japan's defeat, the entire Hong Sheng Lian was reduced to less than a hundred people, marking the beginning of its decline.
Moreover, because almost all the capable and elite members of Hung Sheng Lian were killed in action, and the remaining members were mostly cowardly and incompetent, the gang failed to seize its best opportunity for development and has continued to decline to this day.
If Hong Shenglian had had a powerful figure like Chai Hongtu back then, he might not have reached where he is today.
"By the way, handsome, don't you use weapons?"
The foreigner looked at Yang Sheng with some strangeness.
If you're going to attack someone, are you going to use your fists instead of a knife?
Yang Sheng thought for a moment and said, "Do you have any triangular thorns? Find me one."
The essence of Chinese martial arts lies in weaponry and combat; in fact, many early forms of boxing evolved from weapons.
Nowadays, each martial arts style has its own specific weapon to accompany it.
For example, the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) is paired with a knife, and Xingyi (Form and Meaning) is like a
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