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As long as he wants.
Any territory further away, any business more lucrative, will eventually fall into the hands of the Tung Sing gang.
Take it one bite at a time.
Eat it little by little.
Whoever stands in the way will die.
After the southern part of the country was returned to China, the main hall was busy for several days.
The ledgers were delivered truckload after truckload, and Hong Wentong and his men did the accounting until their hands were numb.
With nightclubs, casino perimeters, logistics terminals, and newly acquired land, all the industrial chains are connected, and the Tung Sing Gang's monthly revenue is now so high that it's impossible to count it all.
He Xigui's men were also busy.
The outer circles of Macau, Hong Kong Island, and Thailand were sieved one by one.
Collect what's usable, clear out the troublemakers, and destroy those who want to bet on both sides.
Lei Yaoyang led his men to patrol the area in three shifts a day, leaving no stone unturned, including the nightclub, logistics warehouse, and surrounding casinos.
Tiger Da Mi, Situ Hao Nan, and Heng Mei each led their men to keep watch on the outside, with people scouting every road and alley.
Ah Ji's men infiltrated from Thailand all the way to Southeast Asia, thoroughly investigating the outer circles there.
With Hong Kong Island, Macau, and Thailand forming a line, no one dared to make any rash moves.
That evening, Hong Wentong pushed a cart and brought in a large pile of the latest account books.
Xu Lang leaned back on the sofa, slowly sipping his tea, listening to him read out each line of the poem.
From the drinks served in nightclubs to the commissions taken by casinos outside the venues, to the handling fees for logistics and delivery, to the money collected by the venues outside the venues, every single transaction is crystal clear.
After reading for more than an hour, Hong Wentong's throat became hoarse.
He put down the ledger, stood in front of the table to catch his breath, his eyes filled with barely suppressed excitement.
After listening, Xu Lang put down his teacup and slowly nodded.
Not a word of nonsense.
There wasn't the slightest change in his expression.
Everyone in the main hall understood.
This is what it truly means to win.
It wasn't something you could just talk about.
553 was earned through countless battles, bit by bit, and by sacrificing his life one by one.
The outer circles of Hong Kong Island have now accepted it.
The old conglomerates in Macau have also accepted it.
I'm impressed by the new clique in the southern part of Thailand.
The underground circles outside are all watching the East Star Gang's every move.
Some want to collaborate.
Some people wanted to hitch a ride.
Some people are looking for loopholes to make a quick buck.
But no matter what their intentions are, they still have to consider the attitude of the Tung Sing Gang.
Because now, with a single order from the Tung Sing Gang, all movable resources and movable money can be brought to a standstill.
Anyone who dares to cause trouble will die.
While organizing the account books, Hong Wentong arranged for people to collect protection fees from the surrounding venues.
He Xigui and his men continued to collect the wires, keeping a close eye on the small circles in Macau and the southern district of Thailand.
Chapter 550 Don't Go Against Tung Sing
Some time passed.
Top floor office of the Tung Sing Main Building.
Xu Lang leaned back on the sofa, the crystal chandelier in front of him shining quietly.
He held a glass of iced lemon tea in his hand, but didn't drink it. He just gently swirled the glass, his gaze fixed on the floor-to-ceiling glass window in front of him.
Hong Kong Island has been unsettled lately.
All sorts of news reached Tung Sing's intelligence team: some people were saying that Tung Sing was no longer viable, that Xu Lang was whitewashing his past, and that Tung Sing's temper wasn't as fierce as before.
Some people have started trying to steal business from the periphery, such as the warehouses in the animal logistics area and the nightclubs.
These people never learn.
Hong Wentong pushed the door open and came in very quietly. He walked up to Xu Lang and spoke in a low voice:
"Brother Lang, the 'Golden City Nightclub' in Mong Kok was vandalized yesterday."
The people who smashed it were from a newly emerged small gang called the 'Green Snake Society'.
He has no one backing him up; he seems to be trying to get attention!
"After they finished smashing things, they immediately took over the cigarette supply in the Jincheng area!"
Xu Lang didn't say anything, put down his teacup, and leaned forward slightly.
"The Green Snake Society is probing our defenses!"
Hong Wentong nodded.
"Even his name is so corny, you can tell he's not a smart guy!"
"Brother Lang, should we send Tiger Dami with some men over there and take care of them all?"
Xu Lang waved his hand.
"Not urgent!"
"If a small gang is causing trouble, there's definitely someone watching them."
Let's see if they're courting death, or if someone's handing them a knife!
"Give Jincheng Nightclub some more money and have them fix up the place!"
"Tell Xiaotianhu to go to 'Zuixianglou' for dinner tonight, and have a meal with a few members of the outer gangs while he's there. Spread the word!"
"I will personally handle the Green Snake Society matter tomorrow!"
Hong Wentong responded, a hint of excitement in his eyes.
With Xu Lang personally taking action, these people are probably in for a lot of trouble.
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The following night, in the Southern District of Hong Kong Island, at the Green Snake Society's hideout, in a karaoke bar called "Blue Court".
The place was bustling with activity. Several low-ranking members of the Green Snake Society were surrounding the chairman, known as "Brother Snake," and they were all drunk.
"Brother Snake, you really impressed this time!"
"You managed to wreck Tung Sing's place and still come back alive? I bet nobody in Hong Kong can keep you in check now!"
"The Tung Sing Gang is nothing special, they wouldn't dare to mess with us!"
"Now that even the nightclub's shipment has arrived, as long as we hold our ground, we can turn things around!"
Snake leaned back on the sofa, smoking and laughing, his eyes full of smugness.
"I told you long ago, that old bastard Xu Lang is past his prime."
"Tung Sing will be completely devoured sooner or later!"
"And we were the first to eat a bite of their flesh!"
"Just hold on a little longer, and we'll be able to..."
Before he could finish speaking, the door to the private room was kicked open with a loud bang.
A man in a black suit stood at the door, his features cold and hard, his eyes gleaming with a chilling light.
He walked in step by step, followed by Lei Yaoyang and Hengmei, as well as five or six fully armed Dongxing commando members.
"Who is Snake Bro?"
The man stopped, his voice calm.
The people in the private room were stunned. The air seemed to have been suddenly brought to a standstill, turning cold instantly.
Snake Brother slowly stood up, a hint of mockery on his lips.
"Who are you?"
"What are you looking for me for?"
The man in black didn't speak, but simply stepped aside.
Xu Lang walked in.
He was wearing gloves and no fancy suit, just a black shirt with the buttons neatly fastened.
He didn't look at Snake Brother, but only glanced at the people in the private room.
Then he slowly walked to the sofa, sat down, and attacked.
Chapter 551 Xu Lang Speaks
Snake instinctively shrank back, his smile a little awkward.
"Lang...Brother Lang?"
"What brings you to my humble abode?"
Xu Lang then glanced at him.
"You wrecked my place, stole my goods, and you still dare to open a karaoke bar?"
"You're quite courageous!"