At 12 a.m., Mong Kok...

"Ahh

"How long have you been with me?"

In the headquarters of Xingyao Group, there is a specially renovated conference room.

It is said to be special because in this room, in addition to the conference table, the most conspicuous thing is the statue of a person enshrined on the altar.

Guan Gong stood proudly, holding a knife in one hand and stroking his beard in the other.

There is a plaque on the altar, which reads: Loyalty and righteousness.

Lin Yao was wearing a suit, holding a stick of incense in his hand, bowed to Guan Gong three times, inserted the incense into the incense burner, and asked without looking back, "Has it been a year?" ”

"Brother Yao for more than a year, I followed you not long after you came to Mong Kok, and it has been thirteen or fourteen months."

Chen Yongren stood behind Lin Yao, and while speaking, he also followed Lin Yao's example and folded his hands and bowed in front of the statue of Guan Gong.

Hong Kong Island has not experienced shabby actions, and the traditions of the older generation are preserved, and they believe in God more than the people in their hometown.

Guan Gong, as the god of martial arts and wealth, is the most prosperous god of incense on Hong Kong Island, whether it is seeking wealth or peace, it is right to worship Guan Gong, and even the police station is to worship Master Guan.

"It's been more than a year, and time flies."

Lin Yao nodded lightly, sat in the top spot at the conference table, and said, "Have you thought about it later?" ”

"Brother Yao, you look up to me and make me the big boss among the stars, I am grateful to you, as for the future..."

Chen Yongren's tone paused slightly, and he said with a smile: "Of course I will continue to follow you, what do you say, I think not only Mong Kok, but the entire Yau Tsim Mong District will be yours sooner or later, and when the time comes, our little brothers will be able to enjoy the blessings." ”

Bell bell bell ...

As he was talking, Lin Yao's eldest brother rang out.

Knife boy took two steps forward and handed Big Brother over and pressed the connect button for him.

"Hello?"

Whew, whew...

Wheezing came from the other end of the line.

After a while, a silly and trembling voice came from the other end: "Brother Yao, we have entered Mong Kok West Road, and the good times have been beaten by me." ”

The Good Time Nightclub on Mong Kok West Road is Hung Hing's main stronghold on Mong Kok West Street.

Laying it down is like Liu Bei capturing Jingzhou and Cao Cao capturing the Central Plains, which is of great significance.

But for Silly Qiang's report, Lin Yao did not show surprise.

On the one hand, Mong Kok West Street is the weakest of the three streets under Li Fatzi, and on the other hand, Lin Yao made a budget before the war, and with the strength of Shun Heaven, where the stupid and strong are located, it is not difficult to defeat Mong Kok West Street.

"Well done."

This was Lin Yao's first sentence.

"You're not hurt, are you?"

This is the second sentence.

"What about the losses, brothers?"

This is the third sentence.

The first sentence is an affirmation of Silly Qiang, the second sentence is a concern for Silly Qiang, and the third sentence is an inquiry about the brothers.

As soon as the three questions came out, the already naïve Silly Qiang was immediately moved to tears, and said with tears in his eyes: "Brother Yao, don't worry, I'm fine, and my brothers are all fine."

We killed them by surprise this time, many of the brothers were wounded, but not many were killed in battle, and I have already had the seriously injured brothers sent to the hospital. ”

"Okay, you can do it, I don't worry."

Lin Yao said with a smile, and then changed his words: "Do the finishing work well, and let the shopkeepers on the street not be nervous, I will invite everyone to tea tomorrow."

By the way, you're done and come back early, and we'll have a supper together. ”

Lin Yao's old friend made an appointment for supper, which made Silly Qiang, who had just experienced a vicious battle and was still a little uneasy, quickly stabilized.

In Silly Qiang's opinion, Lin Yao is the Dinghai God Needle, as long as he doesn't mess with the stars, he can't mess up.

The plain dialogue fell on the ears of Silly Qiang, but there was an indescribable contagion, which made him can't help but relax, it is a sense of fulfillment that the sky has fallen and someone has helped you carry it.

"Thank you, Brother Yao, I may be busy until late, you better rest early, with me on Mong Kok West Street, the people of Hongxing don't want to step in."

Today's stupid Qiang is not very old, in his early twenties, and he is in a hurry to express himself.

A year ago, he never dreamed that he would be able to lead a group of people in the future, and hundreds of people would enter Mong Kok West Street to drive Hongxing's people away.

Now that he has done it, he has lived up to Lin Yao's cultivation, and I believe that when the newspaper comes out tomorrow morning, the whole Hong Kong Island will know that it was he who stupidly took the watermelon knife and was the first to cut into Mong Kok West Street, turning the banner of Hongxing into the banner of the stars.

"Well, thank you for your hard work, call me again if you have something."

Hanging up the phone, Lin Yao looked at the map of the Mong Kok area in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief.

Before the dust settled, even if Lin Yao calculated that he had a seventy percent chance of winning, it was uneasy for me to feel at ease if the facts were not in front of me.

Well, now that one of the three streets of West Street, North Street, and Center Street under Li Fatzi has fallen into his hands, I believe that the remaining two are not far away.

"Bring a pen."

Lin Yao looked down at the map and stretched out his hand behind him.

Soon, the knife boy brought a red signal pen and put it in his hand.

Lin Yao took the pen, took off the cap, drew a circle on Mong Kok West Street with a red pen, and hit the red cross again.

"Where did we just go?"

After doing all this, Lin Yao looked at Chen Yongren again.

Chen Yongren swallowed and foamed, he didn't know why, it was obvious that Lin Yao was simply standing there, but it gave him a sense of solemnity that he couldn't look at directly.

This kind of pressure was something he had never felt, and even Ni Yongxiao had never given him this kind of oppression.

"Oh, I remember!"

Without waiting for Chen Yongren to speak, Lin Yao suddenly realized: "You said that you want to continue to follow me and do things by my side." ”

Chen Yongren opened his mouth to say something.

Lin Yao interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and said bluntly: "I have a difficult thing to do now, would you like to help me?" ”

？？？

Chen Yongren was said to be blind.

Lin Yao is now strong and strong, and he didn't even use him to attack the Hung Xing Mong Kok branch, leaving him in the headquarters.

He really couldn't think of anything that could make Lin Yao embarrassed and needed his help.

"Brother Yao, despite your orders, I will never hesitate in the sword mountain and the sea of fire."

Although he didn't know what Lin Yao meant, Chen Yongren understood that he couldn't back down.

He is not just a gangster, nor is he just Ni Yongxiao's younger brother Ni Yongren, he is also an undercover agent for the police.

Although he has been by Lin Yao's side for more than a year, he has also become the big leader of the Stars Society, and his status does not seem to be below the left-handed and stupid people.

But he knew very well that he had never been trusted, and he even suspected that Lin Yao didn't believe anyone except Daozai, even Silly Qiang and Liu Hua had reserved trust, not to mention his Ni family, who had become a monk halfway.

He longs to gain Lin Yao's trust, and the best way to gain trust is to do more things that the boss has given you, so that the boss can see your value and loyalty.

"Hehe, the sword mountain and the sea of fire are too exaggerated, not that serious."

"It's just that this thing is very difficult to do, the most important thing is to have a brain, ordinary people may not be able to do it well, and I don't want to make mistakes."

Lin Yao pointed to the chair and motioned for Chen Yongren to sit down, and continued: "I want you to go back to your hometown and take the address I gave you to help me bring Brother Chen back." ”

"Brother Chen?"

Chen Yongren instantly thought that Ni Yongxiao had been frantically searching for Han Chen's affairs in the past few months.

At this time, bring Han Chen back, what does Lin Yao want to do.

He instinctively sensed that Han Chen's return would not be too simple, and Lin Yao might be planning something.

Could it be that Lin Yao is still unwilling to annex Mong Kok, and is about to make a move on Tsim Sha Tsui so soon?

"Brother Yao, when am I leaving?" Chen Yongren knew very well that his identity was the younger brother, and Lin Yao couldn't allow him to refuse when he opened his mouth, so he answered very simply.

Lin Yao said: "Tomorrow, you will set off with the ship early tomorrow morning, and the cargo ship that smuggles household appliances will send you ashore." ”

"Tomorrow?"

"Over here..."

Chen Yongren meant something.

Lin Yao waved his hand: "You don't have to worry about this side, if my guess is right, Silly Qiang's side is finished, and Liu Hua and the left hand side will be about the same." ”

At the same time, North Street...

"Kill, hack them!"

Covered in blood, his left hand was holding a watermelon knife, and he was the first to enter Hong Xing's branch hall on North Street, slashed down the two younger brothers guarding the door with one knife, and rushed into the inner room to cut Hong Xing's flag.

After doing all this, he didn't care about wiping the bloodstains, holding a knife in one hand and a big flag with the word Hongxing written on it in the other, he walked to the door and said loudly: "Hongxing's flag was pulled out by my left hand, kneel down for me if you don't want to die!" ”

Hula...

Seeing that even the hall flag had been pulled out, the momentum of the remaining Hongxing disciples dropped greatly, and some people who were afraid of death threw away their weapons and knelt on the ground.

Affected by this, even if someone wanted to resist stubbornly, it was difficult to set off a storm, and soon the shouting and killing on the North Street stopped.

At the same time.

Center Street.

Hung Hing Mong Kok Branch, the entrance of the main hall...