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The prince had just seen his boss being slashed when he saw Ah Ting's second slash coming towards him. He immediately turned around, jumped up from his chair, grabbed a nearby table, and used it to block the attack.
click!
Ah Ting's machete struck the table, instantly cutting a gash in it. But Prince Gang seized the opportunity to throw the table forward, then pulled out a short knife from his waist and slashed at Ah Ting.
At this moment, Huo Baoming's gang of henchmen also reacted and rushed over, brandishing their weapons.
Ah Dong and Ah Liang rushed over to shield Ah Ting from several blows, and the three of them retreated while fighting.
The prince rushed to Huo Baoming's side, only to find that Huo Baoming's head was tilted to one side, blood was flowing from his neck like a spring, and he could only exhale through his nostrils!
"Our boss got killed by this kid! Avenge our boss!"
The prince roared and charged at Ah Ting with his fiery henchmen, sword raised.
There were twenty or thirty of them in total, and Ah Ting and his two companions were no match for them. They quickly turned and ran away from the food stall, heading towards the van that Ah Yi was driving in the distance.
But Prince Gang's loud roar woke up many of Heng Kee's underlings in Temple Street. Many short mules rushed out of the street with iron pipes and steel knives, and soon more than a dozen people blocked Ah Ting's way.
Seeing this, Ah Ting and the others quickly turned and ran towards the alley behind Temple Street, shouting towards Ah Yi in the van as they ran:
"Come on!"
Ah Yi quickly started the car, turned around, and sped towards the street corner. But after only a few steps, a car suddenly sped up in front of her and blocked her way.
Seeing this, Ah Dong quickly tried to rush up to save his girlfriend, but at that moment, Prince Gang and the others rushed over, and soon the three of them were surrounded by hundreds of short mules!
"It's over!"
Ah Liang couldn't help but sigh.
There were only three of them, but the enemy had over a hundred. With so many people, each wielding a knife, they were doomed tonight!
Chapter 150 Taking over Temple Street, Heng Kee prepares a fierce counterattack.
Ah Ting, Ah Yi, and the other two, along with Ah Yi who was driving, were surrounded by more than a hundred short mules. Some of the mules had already started attacking the windshield of the van with steel pipes and baseball bats. In the blink of an eye, several windows of the van were smashed, and Ah Yi was terrified.
Just then, the Crown Prince led a group of short mules to attack Ah Ting and his companions. Just as the three of them were about to die under a hail of blades, a roaring car engine, like the fury of a raging beast, suddenly came from afar.
In the blink of an eye, a convoy sped up behind Hengji's dwarf mules. The vehicles in front didn't brake at all and crashed straight into the mules, sending them flying.
The convoy came to an abrupt halt, and dozens of burly men wielding steel knives jumped out of the vehicles. Leading them was none other than Hong Wentong!
Hong Wentong cleaved a bloody path with a few slashes, rushed to Ah Ting and the others, and laughed loudly:
"Ah Ting, did Brother Tong arrive in time? I won't abandon my brothers!"
Ah Ting was overjoyed to see that Hong Wentong had arrived in time.
Hong Wentong glanced at Huo Baoming's corpse on the food stall and laughed:
"Ah Ting, I've received your pledge of loyalty. Follow me and take over Temple Street; this will be your headquarters!"
Upon hearing this, Ah Ting immediately grabbed his steel knife and charged towards Prince Gang and his men with Hong Wentong.
Although Prince Gang and his men numbered over a hundred, far exceeding the dozens of Dongxing underlings behind Hong Wentong, the men Hong Wentong brought this time were all elite swordsmen from Dongxing, each capable of taking on three or more opponents at once. Many of them wielded two steel swords, and once they charged into the crowd, they attacked with both hands, slaughtering like tigers charging into a flock of sheep.
Moments later, the Hengji henchmen who were right next to the Crown Prince were utterly defeated, and many of them turned tail and ran, having no courage to put up any more resistance.
The crown prince, seeing the situation was not good, also wanted to turn around and run away, but Ah Ting caught up and kicked him in the back, sending him flying several meters before crashing heavily to the ground.
Before he could even get up, Ah Ting stomped on his chest, pointed the knife at his head, and sneered:
"Crown Prince Gang, who's really in charge here now?"
The crown prince, his face pale with fright, no longer dared to speak defiantly and quickly said:
"Brother Ting, Master Ting, you're the boss, you're the boss of the entire Hengji!"
Ah Ting smiled coldly, just as he was about to slash Prince Gang twice, when suddenly there was a commotion in Temple Street, and a group of 02 short mules rushed out, led by none other than the fiery Ming's henchman, Zi Jian.
This Zi Jian is Huo Baoming's trusted henchman. Because of his fiery personality, he doesn't like to fawn over Huo Baoming like Tai Zi Gang does. So this time, he didn't come with Huo Baoming. Instead, he stayed in Temple Street to oversee the mahjong parlor that Huo Baoming runs.
Upon hearing the news of Huo Baoming's slashing, he immediately gathered three or four hundred henchmen from Temple Street, who rushed out armed with various weapons.
As soon as the Crown Prince saw Zijian come out, he scrambled to his feet at Ating's feet, ran behind Zijian, and pointed at Ating, saying:
"Brother Zijian, this is the guy who killed our boss! Kill him quickly to avenge our boss!"
Zi Jian turned around and saw that Huo Baoming's corpse was still lying in the food stall. He was immediately enraged and roared. He led the three or four hundred henchmen behind him and charged towards Hong Wentong and A Ting.
The dozens of Temple Street thugs who had just been slashed and fled in a sorry state by Hong Wentong and his men saw Zijian and his group come out, and then emerged from the corners and rejoined Hengji's main force, launching a fierce attack on Hong Wentong and his men.
Seeing that the other side had a large number of people and was in a strong position, Ah Ting and his group quickly said:
"Brother Tong, the enemy outnumbers us, should we retreat first?"
Hong Wentong gave a cold laugh:
"Ah Ting, you remember this: even if they outnumber us, there are only about fifty people spread out across this street. So, their five hundred people are essentially the same as our fifty. I'm brave enough; fifty of me can take on five hundred. In a narrow encounter, the brave prevail!"
Before he finished speaking, he raised his three-foot-long machete and charged towards Zijian and the others.
When Ah Ting and his men saw Hong Wentong see Hengji's large group of men come out, they were not afraid at all but instead led the charge. A surge of heroic spirit ignited in Ah Ting's heart, and he raised his steel knife and charged towards Zi Jian and his men.
The dozens of elite Dongxing knife-wielders were not afraid at all, and followed Hong Wentong and his men to charge towards Hengji's underlings.
In the blink of an eye, the two groups of people collided like two dark tides. The cold light of blades flashed from time to time in the crowd, and each flash brought out a drop of blood. The cries of the wounded and screaming dwarf mules rose and fell like waves!
Hong Wentong was right. The width of a street could only accommodate a maximum of fifty people at a time. Regardless of the relative strength of the two groups, the first wave of confrontation was the most crucial.
Although Tung Sing had far fewer men than Heng Kee, with Hung Man-tung and Ah Ting leading the charge, the remaining Tung Sing underlings charged forward like howling wolves, fearlessly brandishing their knives. Their valiant and fearless spirit terrified even the Heng Kee underlings, who outnumbered them tenfold.
Moreover, the Dongxing team consisted of elites whose skills and swordsmanship far surpassed the rabble that Zijian had gathered.
In the blink of an eye, within just a few seconds, more than a dozen of Heng Kee's underlings fell to the ground, their severed limbs scattered everywhere!
Although Dongxing only had a few dozen people, they managed to withstand the onslaught of Hengji's hundreds of men and even killed more than a dozen of them in one fell swoop.
Zijian's eyes turned red with anger, and he roared:
"Damn it, charge! There are so many of us, each of us can kill them with one slash!"
Hong Wentong, on the other side, swiftly slashed down one of Hengji's underlings with two quick strokes, then sneered:
"War isn't about who has more people. Besides, you think you can outnumber us at Dongxing?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than the roar of a car engine came from the other end of Temple Street again.
A much larger convoy suddenly sped over and, in the blink of an eye, stretched out like a long snake at the other end of Temple Street. A burly man jumped out of the lead car; it was none other than Tang Shan Kui!
Behind Tang Shankui followed more than a hundred elite Dongxing swordsmen, each wielding a steel knife and wearing a red cloth strip tied around their right arm to distinguish friend from foe.
Tang Shankui raised his steel knife and roared:
"Kill! Charge into Temple Street and kill Hang Kee's boys! Temple Street belongs to Tung Sing!"
"kill!"
More than a hundred elite Dongxing knife-wielders immediately rushed into Temple Street with steel knives in hand. They slashed at Heng Kee's short mules and smashed their shops and stalls. In the blink of an eye, they had turned Heng Kee's territory on Temple Street into a mess, with chickens and dogs running rampant!
Tang Shankui, leading several dozen men, did not linger in battle. Instead, he charged straight through Temple Street and reached the rear of Zijian and his men.
Although they were few in number, their strength lay in their bravery and ferocity, and in the blink of an eye, they routed Heng Kee's underlings.
The Heng Kee underlings were caught in a pincer movement and immediately fell into chaos. Many of them realized that the Tung Sing men were too fierce and powerful, and knew that things were not going well. They turned around and ran away, escaping along the alleys on both sides of Temple Street.
Although Zijian and his men numbered as many as 500, after a battle, only a little over 100 of their underlings remained by their side in the blink of an eye.
Hong Wentong laughed heartily:
"Ah Ting, did you see that? We may be outnumbered, but we're a pack of wolves! No matter how many of them there are, it's useless. They're just sheep, sheep that we can slaughter at will!"
"Kill them and take over Temple Street!"
Upon hearing this, Ah Ting felt an even greater surge of pride and shouted:
"Good! Kill them and take over Temple Street!"
The two then led their men in a continued charge, while Tang Shankui and his men flanked them from behind. In the blink of an eye, dozens more of Zijian's men were cut down.
The prince turned to run again when he saw that things were not going well, but this time Ah Ting did not give him a chance. He rushed over and slashed him in the chest, knocking him to the ground.
Prince Gang had a gash more than a foot long cut open in his chest, and blood was seeping out continuously.
He clutched his chest, crawling backward on the ground, pleading for mercy.
"Brother Ting, please forgive me! I'll never do it again! From now on, if I see you on the street from afar, please walk away."
Ah Ting said coldly:
"A person like you is unnecessary to live in this world!"
After saying that, he raised his knife and slashed at Prince Gang's neck, cutting a huge gash in his throat, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
People like Prince Gang have always used various means to harm women, and he has done many things such as forcing women into prostitution. For example, he has drugged women in bars, dragged them away and assaulted them, and then dumped them in brothels.
This time, Ah Ting had no intention of sparing his life, so he killed him with a single strike!
Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people around him, Zijian lost the courage to continue fighting. He grabbed one of his underlings and pushed him in front of Hong Wentong, making him take a knife for him. Then he turned around and ran into a nearby alley.
But he had only run a few steps when Tang Shankui grabbed a chair from a food stall and threw it at him, hitting him right behind him and causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.
Before he could even get up, Ah Ting's henchman Ah Dong chased after him and slashed his back with a knife, severing his spine.
Zijian twitched on the ground, then kicked his legs and died on the spot.
Seeing this, the remaining Hengji underlings didn't even dare to run away. They all knelt on the ground, dropped their knives, and begged for mercy from the Dongxing men.
Seeing that Hengji's underlings had surrendered, Tang Shankui and his men stopped their pursuit and cheered, raising their steel knives high.
"we won!"
"Dongxing will win!"
Temple Street belongs to us!
After a round of cheers, Hong Wentong led Ah Ting and the others to take over Temple Street.
Ah Ting was originally a member of Heng Kee and was very familiar with Temple Street. He immediately led his Tung Sing men to occupy all of Heng Kee's shops and stalls in Temple Street, and then began to appease the frightened small vendors:
"Brothers, friends, I'm Ah Ting. Many of you know me!"
"Today, we, Tung Sing, have taken over Temple Street. From now on, Temple Street belongs to Tung Sing. You all know what kind of triad Tung Sing is. With Tung Sing protecting you, we guarantee no one will dare to cause you trouble, and your business will only get better!"