Chapter 895: Chapter 837: Iron Fists
Half an hour later, Liu Hun, Uncle Yun, Wenhua, Ding Wen, and others stood in an open area at the Baihe Wharf, able to take in almost the entire view of the wharf.
"Are all the arrangements in place?" Liu Hun asked Ding Wen calmly, while keeping his eyes fixed on a vacant lot near the coast at the Baihe Wharf.
At this moment, there were dozens of people on that vacant lot, including Hongxing Gang’s Hong Wenqiang and De Yun Society’s Feng Deyun.
"I’ve mobilized almost half of the police force here, just nearby. With one command, they can act, but I worry that with just our numbers, we might not be able to handle so many of them," Ding Wen said, his face showing some concern.
It’s well known that the Hongxing Gang has remained unchallenged over the years due to their terrifying firepower. If a gunfight were to break out, the police handguns would be no match for the Hongxing Gang’s weapons.
"That won’t be a problem. Although they are arrogant, they wouldn’t openly shoot at the police, and your men are just to clean up the aftermath and provide cover," Liu Hun shook his head, signaling Ding Wen not to worry.
With Liu Hun’s reassurance, Ding Wen felt much calmer. Since he took this position, he had never been involved in such a large-scale anti-drug operation, let alone without his superiors’ consent.
After speaking, Liu Hun picked up binoculars and closely observed the situation at the wharf.
Hong Wenqiang from the Hongxing Gang was a fat man, weighing almost 180 pounds, while Feng Deyun from De Yun Society appeared lean and thin.
"Old Hong, although we’ve stayed out of each other’s way over the years, since you want a share, I have to say upfront: drugs can be sold to some young people, but absolutely not to students," Feng Deyun said with a calm demeanor, reminding Hong Wenqiang.
"No need for you to worry, little brother. As long as I make money, you’ll definitely get half of the profit. After all, you know I have way more people under my command than you," Hong Wenqiang waved dismissively, clearly unconcerned about Feng Deyun’s words.
Seeing this, Feng Deyun frowned slightly, a trace of coldness flashing in his eyes. He had been in this business for years, and while having connections above, that wasn’t the reason he remained unscathed.
He’s survived because he knows the bottom line—students are always off-limits. If he crosses this line, even connections might not help.
If those above grow tired of them, they’d just be considered small pawns, easily disposed of without mercy.
Now that Hong Wenqiang wouldn’t heed his advice, he couldn’t be blamed. If the Hongxing Gang were to be toppled, he could seize the opportunity to swallow part of their territory.
"In that case, let’s trade money for goods," a hint of coldness flashed in Feng Deyun’s eyes before he calmly stated to Hong Wenqiang.
"Are you worried I might pocket your goods? Don’t worry, the money’s already ready," said Hong Wenqiang, as he had someone check the quality of the goods and nodded before instructing his men to hand over the money to Feng Deyun.
"Fire!" At that moment, a cold glint flickered in Liu Hun’s eyes, and he instructed Ding Wen beside him.
"Fire!" Ding Wen didn’t hesitate and ordered the sniper to shoot and kill the small-time player delivering the money.
With the death of this lackey, the entire scene descended into chaos.
Hong Wenqiang quickly grabbed the drugs and hid behind a nearby stack of crates, but Liu Hun was prepared and naturally wouldn’t let them leave easily.
"It’s time for us to make a move," Liu Hun took a deep breath, put on a mask, glanced back at Ding Wen, and instructed, "Cover us!"
Liu Hun, Wenhua, Uncle Yun, and Wenhua’s men quickly rushed into the scene, each wielding a short knife; attacking anyone they encountered.
The sudden intrusion of Liu Hun’s group left De Yun Society and Hongxing Gang members unable to shoot, fearing they might hit their own.
Though a high level of skill can be brought down by a single bullet, cultivators remain cultivators. Their reaction speed and strength are unmatched by ordinary people.
In a short time, many from De Yun Society were dead or injured, while not a single person from the Hongxing Gang had died.
After securing the suitcase of money, Uncle Yun and the others began to retreat. Meanwhile, Liu Hun, like a phantom, suddenly appeared in front of Hong Wenqiang.
"Fi...fire!" Hong Wenqiang was about to speak when Liu Hun’s figure flickered. In the next moment, he felt a warm liquid on his face and a cold, bright short knife pressed against his neck.
Liu Hun took the suitcase of drugs directly from Hong Wenqiang’s hands.
"Who... who are you?" Hong Wenqiang finally realized that these people had premeditated this evening’s actions, with the intention of a black-on-black betrayal.
"That’s not for you to worry about; bang!" With that said, Liu Hun smashed the knife handle onto Hong Wenqiang’s forehead.
After knocking out Hong Wenqiang and his men, Liu Hun spoke into an earpiece to everyone, "Withdraw!"
With that command, a dozen or so phantom-like figures in black vanished from everyone’s sight in a short time.
As soon as they left, the gunfire gradually stopped.
"Boss, the money and goods have been robbed, Hong Wenqiang was knocked out; we probably lost more than a dozen people." After Liu Hun and his group vanished, Feng Deyun confirmed several times that the surroundings were safe before slowly walking out.
Upon hearing his subordinate’s report, Feng Deyun’s face turned extremely grim. The loss of goods was not his concern, as they already belonged to Hong Wenqiang.
But he couldn’t tolerate the loss of money, knowing that there was five million in cash!
"What’s the situation with the Hongxing Gang?" Feng Deyun’s eyes were filled with icy killing intent as he asked in a low voice.
"Aside from two of Hong Wenqiang’s men being killed, the rest of the Hongxing Gang is unharmed, not even injured at all." The subordinate standing in front of Feng Deyun was also filled with rage.
Having been in this line of work for a long time, he was used to seeing betrayals like this frequently; they have even done such things themselves in the past.
There were no significant casualties among Hong Wenqiang’s people, but Feng Deyun’s men suffered over a dozen casualties. He would never believe that this had nothing to do with the Hongxing Gang.
"Boss, I heard a few days ago that the reason Hong Wenqiang planned to get involved in this area was because he lost a lot of money in Macau, so I suspect..." The subordinate hesitated for a moment before speaking to Feng Deyun.
Feng Deyun still didn’t speak, swiftly moving to where the Hongxing Gang members were.
"What do you want to do?" The Hongxing Gang, one of the three major forces in Huaihai, was no simple role. A young man holding a submachine gun coldly asked Feng Deyun and his group.
"Are you fucking kidding me, pointing a gun at Brother Yun?" One of Feng Deyun’s men stepped forward to loudly curse at the young man.
The atmosphere was thick with tension, and a slight misstep could lead to an all-out fight.
"I just have a few questions for your gang leader. Once answered, we’ll leave immediately." Feng Deyun approached and spoke to the members of the Hongxing Gang.
"Fuck off with your questions, you suspect that this was done by us, the Hongxing Gang? Bullshit, we haven’t even suspected you yet, hell, if you’re not happy, let’s fight!" A bearded middle-aged man from the Hongxing Gang unceremoniously pointed his gun at Feng Deyun.
"Beard, don’t be rash, go wake the boss." Just as tensions reached a boiling point, another middle-aged man stepped forward, speaking to the bearded guy.
Within the Hongxing Gang, Beard was known for being good at fighting, once having killed dozens of people alone and surviving having been shot over ten times. After that battle, Beard’s reputation skyrocketed, and Hong Wenqiang began grooming him as a close confidant.
The middle-aged man who spoke was known as Old Goose in the underworld, a strategist of Hong Wenqiang’s. Without him, the Hongxing Gang wouldn’t have reached its current realm.
"Old Goose, these guys are clearly accusing us of betrayal, this is too much, why?" Beard, known for his impulsiveness, was naturally very upset.
"Because only two of us died, while the De Yun Society lost about a dozen people." Old Goose calmly responded to Beard.
All these years, Feng Deyun wanted to devour the Hongxing Gang, but with Hong Wenqiang having Old Goose and those firearms, he dared not act impulsively.
But upon hearing Old Goose’s words, Feng Deyun’s eyes twitched, feeling that something was amiss in Old Goose’s ability to pinpoint the number of casualties.
Seeing Feng Deyun’s expression, Old Goose sighed inwardly, knowing he had misspoken, but the deed was done, and any attempt to clarify would only raise more suspicion.
Hong Wenqiang was soon awakened. Upon seeing the current situation, he hesitated for a moment before bursting into curses: "Damn it, don’t let me find out who these people are, or I’ll dig up their family graves, those bastards dared to cross me!"
"Brother Hong, can you tell me what happened when you were knocked out?" Feng Deyun ignored Hong Wenqiang’s outburst and directly asked when he saw he was awake.
"Fuck, some bastard appeared out of nowhere and was like a ghost. My men didn’t even have the chance to shoot before I felt a hot sensation on my face, and then I was knocked out. Wait... are you suspecting me, bro?" Hong Wenqiang said and then realized with some anger in his eyes.
"We lost over a dozen people in the De Yun Society, while you only lost two in the Hongxing Gang. Also, I heard rumors about your gambling debts in Macau, but what’s important now are the missing money and goods." Feng Deyun stared at Hong Wenqiang, unblinkingly with a slightly aggressive tone.
"You’ve been investigating me?" Hong Wenqiang’s eyes showed a trace of coldness.
"Those people were experts, likely cultivators, so I’m kindly warning Brother Hong to be careful henceforth." After saying this, Feng Deyun left abruptly with his men, not looking back.
"What a goddamn son of a bitch, he’s clearly threatening us!" Beard cursed angrily as soon as Feng Deyun left.
Faced with Beard’s angry curses, Hong Wenqiang suppressed his anger, turning to Old Goose beside him: "Old Goose, what do you think, who is behind this? Could it be De Yun Society?"
"Whether it is or isn’t doesn’t really matter now, and neither do the money and goods. What matters is that from now on, De Yun Society and Hongxing Gang will surely fall into conflict. Boss, have the brothers be more cautious, and I’ll try to find out who’s behind this." Old Goose shook his head, sighing helplessly in his words.