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Everyone knows that Tung Sing is making moves, but no one can produce any evidence.
Because Xu Lang didn't touch a single penny; he simply let others—those who had been cheated, deceived, and scapegoated by Matsui—do it themselves.
In just two days, Matsui was severed from funding, had its accounts frozen, and was cut off by four of its original "partners".
In the end, even a company that used his name closed down voluntarily, with the reason clearly stated:
"Business is temporarily suspended due to the person in charge being involved in multiple cases of illegal funds!"
Matsui looked like a snake soaking in cold water, his eyes red and his lips white.
He knew he was finished.
But he still has one card left.
Kill Xu Lang.
If Xu Lang dies, Dongxing will fall into chaos.
Even though Xu Lang has a deputy and Alpha, the name "Xu Lang" is the center of everything.
Without this person, there would be no empire.
Matsui left his hiding apartment with only two people.
They weren't assassins, nor were they assistants; they were two assassins brought from overseas, who hadn't been used yet.
He gave them one last instruction—
"Let's make our move tonight!"
Xu Lang will be in Central!
"Kill him, at all costs!"
Meanwhile, in the backyard of the East Star headquarters, Xu Lang was making tea.
Hong Wentong stood to the side, his expression carrying a hint of mockery.
"Matsui has gone mad!"
"He intends to do it himself!"
"Aren't you afraid of death?!"
Xu Lang poured himself a cup of tea and gently blew on it.
"He is dead!"
"He just hasn't realized it yet!"
"Killing me is his last straw!"
"It was also his last struggle before he fell off the cliff!"
Wang Jianjun walked in and placed a stack of photos on the table.
"They've arrived!"
"These are the two assassins; they've already appeared in the Central business district!"
"Aji's men are watching!"
"If they dare to get within ten meters of you, take them out immediately!"
Xu Lang glanced at the photo, a slight smile playing on his lips.
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"Then let them come closer!"
Hong Wentong was taken aback.
"Brother Lang?"
Xu Lang spoke in a very soft tone.
"I want them to know!"
"Killing me—will come at a price!"
"It's not just about life!"
"It's everything behind them!"
"I want Matsui to know that if he dares to make me shed a single drop of blood, I'll make sure he never gets another chance to rise again!"
8 PM, Central, Kowloon-Hui International Building.
This is the opening party for a new store of a jewelry company under Xu Lang's name tonight. On the surface, it is a business event, but in reality, it is a "fishing ground" arranged by Dongxing.
Matsui's two henchmen were already lying in ambush at the other end of the overpass, disguised as food deliverymen, carrying concealed firearms and homemade explosive devices on their waists.
They hid in the crowd, staring intently at the black minivan.
Target confirmed!
Xu Lang has gotten off the bus!
One of them muttered under his breath.
"Get ready to take action!"
Just as they were about to act, a shadow swept past them, its swift movements like those of a ghost.
"Snapped!"
One of them had his wrist snapped, his firearm fell to the ground, and before he could even utter a sound, a hand grabbed his throat and dragged him into a corner.
Just as the other assassin was about to turn around, a cold voice came from behind him.
Have you seen enough?
He turned around abruptly and was punched in the temple, instantly losing consciousness.
The battle is over in five seconds.
Not a drop of blood was left on the ground, but the two well-trained assassins were dragged into a pre-arranged car like two dead dogs.
The moment the car door closed, He Xigui dialed Xu Lang's number.
"The man has been caught!"
"Tough mouth!"
Xu Lang spoke calmly.
"Water!"
"Let's see how long they can hold out!"
"If they can avoid dying, then don't let them die!"
"I want Matsui to come and save us personally!"
"If he doesn't come, let the whole of Hong Kong know—"
"He doesn't even care about his own people!"
That evening, Matsui indeed received the message.
He didn't curse or panic; he simply sat down slowly, took out his phone, and began dialing numbers one by one.
No one answered.
Dial again, phone off.
Dial again, the number does not exist.
He finally realized—
It wasn't that these two people had an accident; it was that everyone knew they had an accident, but no one informed him.
He was abandoned.
Just like those "partners" he once abandoned.
He slumped onto the sofa, his face pale.
Two hours later, he received a call from Xu Lang.
He picked it up, paused for a few seconds, and then said:
"you win!"
"I have nothing left now!"
"What do you want from me?"
Xu Lang's voice was calm, yet it carried a suffocating sense of oppression.
Do you think you still have the right to ask me this question?
"How many schemes have you orchestrated behind my back? How many people have you manipulated? How many of my brothers from Dongxing have you killed?"
"You're asking me what I want now?"
I want you dead!
"But I'm not in a hurry!"
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"I want you to live, to watch you be stripped naked bit by bit, to watch you lose your right to exist in the Yakuza, Hong Kong Island, and the entire underworld!"
I want you to die—worse than a dog!
Matsui's throat bobbed, his voice hoarse:
You can kill me!
"I beg you!"
"Let me have some dignity!"
"I don't want them to laugh at me!"
"I don't want to be laughed at by those who used to rely on me for a living!"