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Chapter 72: The Plan Ahead of Schedule
Jiang Tiansheng sat with his back against the cold brick wall on the damp, dirty ground, with several cigarette butts that he had just stubbed out scattered around his legs.
The wound on his forehead had been hastily treated and wrapped with a strip of torn shirt fabric, the seeping blood staining the edges of the cloth. He had little expression on his face, but the suppressed rage deep in his eyes burned even more fiercely than the explosion had just occurred.
The dignified leader of Hung Hing was chased like a dog by a group of Japanese soldiers, nearly losing his life in a runaway alley. He couldn't swallow this insult.
Over there, Da Tian Er's "interrogation" continued, the dull thud of broken bricks hitting knees and the killer's heart-wrenching screams were particularly chilling.
"Speak! Who sent you? And where is your hideout?" Da Tian Er's voice was filled with malice.
These Japanese devils are ruthless; even after being tortured, their mouths remained tightly shut.
As Da Tian Er prepared to gradually increase the intensity, a large amount of foam suddenly appeared from the little Japanese soldier's mouth.
Xiao Zhuoxiao pried open the assassin's chin, then turned to Song Zhaowen and said, "This guy has a poison sac in his teeth; he's beyond saving."
Chen Yao stood beside Jiang Tiansheng, his expression also grim. He whispered, "Mr. Jiang, this is a suicide squad member, not an ordinary assassin."
Jiang Tiansheng didn't speak, but lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, and inhaled the pungent smoke, which slightly suppressed his surging anger. He glanced at Song Zhaowen, who was checking his pistol not far away, then at Chen Haonan, who was covered in blood and gritting his teeth, and at Bao Pi, Chao Pi, and the others who were filled with grief and indignation.
He witnessed the entire bar fight. If Song Zhaowen hadn't been there, the assassin might have succeeded, and everyone would have perished there.
He felt a pang of regret that such a skilled fighter wasn't a member of the Hung Hing triad, while at the same time he envied Old Fu, who had managed to discover a formidable talent in his old age, making the resurgence of Hung Hing just around the corner.
"Mr. Song, what do you think?" Jiang Tiansheng asked, his voice a little hoarse.
Song Zhaowen tucked the empty magazine of his pistol back into his waistband, walked over to Jiang Tiansheng, and sat down on the ground, completely unconcerned about the filth.
"Mr. Jiang, their methods are professional and ruthless. They even used hand grenades. They are determined to wipe us out completely. In addition, they are fearless. I think it is only possible for the Yamaguchi-gumi East City to have this capability in the entire Hong Kong."
He paused, then continued, "This sneak attack shows two things. First, Liang Kun already knows we have the evidence, and may even suspect that we're going to join forces against him and those Japanese; second, they're in a hurry, so much so that they're willing to use extreme measures to eliminate any potential threats before the deal. I guess the deal will happen in the next day or two."
Jiang Tiansheng slowly exhaled a smoke ring: "Just as I thought; it looks like our plan needs to be brought forward."
Then he turned to Chen Yao: "Yao, you haven't been exposed yet. Your next task is extremely important. You must find out where those Japanese are hiding, take them out, and then Liang Kun will just be a fish on a chopping board!"
"That's right, it would be best if someone on the cops' side could also release information at the right time, so that we can launch a fatal blow after the cops and those Japanese have fought to a standstill!" Song Zhaowen echoed.
As soon as Song Zhaowen finished speaking, the alley fell silent, with only the faint sound of distant waves and the heavy breathing of the crowd remaining.
Chen Yao's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously looked at Jiang Tiansheng. Jiang Tiansheng's fingers, which were holding a cigarette, also paused almost imperceptibly.
This is clearly a move to use the police as cannon fodder to fight head-on against the well-trained thugs of the East City Gang.
If the cops suffer significant casualties, who can guarantee that the police won't hold a grudge and seek revenge afterward?
This job is a hot potato, and could even be fatal.
However, some people were more anxious than him.
"Damn it!" Chan Ho-nam struggled to stand up, the movement aggravating his wounds and causing his lips to twitch in pain, but he still gritted his teeth and straightened his back: "The revenge for Charcoal Skin and Brother B must be taken! I'll leak information to the cops. Anyway, I'm just a worthless person now, I'm not afraid of being targeted."
"Brother Nan!" Da Tian Er and Bao Pi were anxious and tried to persuade him.
"Hao Nan, you're injured like this, how can you go?" Jiang Tiansheng frowned as well.
"The injury is nothing serious, I won't die." Chan Ho-nam wiped the blood from his face. "Mr. Chiang, Brother Man, I'm the most suitable person to handle this. First, I have a deep-seated grudge against Leung Kwan, so I have a motive to report him, and the cops are more likely to believe me. Second, I have no ties now. Even if the cops cause trouble for me afterward, I can just run away or go to jail for a few years, I'll accept it!"
"Okay, then it's decided. Ah Yao will release the materials, and then Hao Nan will release the materials!" Jiang Tiansheng didn't hesitate any longer.
Jiang Tiansheng glanced at Chen Haonan. "Haonan is seriously injured and needs immediate treatment. Mr. Song, do you have a safe place over there?"
"Yes, I have a hidden warehouse in Yuen Long."
"Alright, I'll leave Hao Nan and his men in your care for now." Jiang Tiansheng didn't stand on ceremony. "I have other plans. I, Jiang Tiansheng, owe you a huge favor for this, which I'll make up for later!"
Police sirens sounded in the distance; after all, the grenade explosion was too loud, and neighbors must have called the police.
"No time, let's go!" Song Zhaowen made a decisive decision and shouted in a low voice, "Split up and retreat; Ah Xiao, Ah Yong, you two protect Chen Haonan and Da Tian Er, and head to the Yuen Long base as planned! Mr. Jiang, Chen Yao, you two be careful, I'll handle things here!"
"Brother Wen, you're all alone..." Chan Ho-nam said worriedly.
"Stop talking nonsense, let's go." Song Zhaowen said firmly, "I have a way to escape. Remember, everything must be ready by sunset tomorrow at the latest, and we must get Liang Kun out of there!"
Jiang Tiansheng didn't mince words. He nodded to Song Zhaowen and said, "Awen, be careful; keep in touch!" After saying that, he led Chen Yao and quickly turned into another dark alley.
Xiao Zhuoxiao and Wu Zhaoyong supported Chen Haonan on either side, while Da Tian Er and Bao Pi helped the grief-stricken Chao Pi and pulled Xiao Jieba away, quickly disappearing in the opposite direction.
In the alley, only Song Zhaowen, a few corpses on the ground, and a dying assassin remained.
The sirens grew closer, and the sounds of brakes and police shouts could be heard.
Song Zhaowen quickly scanned the scene. He first walked to the Japanese assassin who had committed suicide by poisoning and kicked him. The man seemed to be in a dying state, his whole body convulsing.
Song Zhaowen's eyes were icy cold. He raised his foot and stomped down hard on the assassin's throat!
"Click."
A soft, crisp sound rang out, and the groan abruptly stopped.
He quickly collected everything that could identify him or point to the East City Gang, including firearms, magazines, daggers, and walkie-talkies, and stuffed them into a backpack he had torn from a corpse.
After doing all this, Song Zhaowen found gasoline in the bar, poured it on the corpse, and set it on fire.
It wasn't just a matter of taking off one's pants to urinate; with guns, grenades, and so many deaths at the scene, it was a major case. The Saigon police would definitely pursue it relentlessly, so to avoid any further complications, they had to clean up the mess.