"Sangbo, what do you want to do? Don't mess around. I am the prince of Hong Tai, and my father is the boss of Hong Tai. If you attack me...ah——"

Before the prince finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Zangbo's action of popping an egg.

The scene that follows is obviously beyond description.

The prince's attitude made Sangbo, who was already in a rage, act recklessly, so soon, in endless pain, the prince breathed his last and ended his life.

Early morning.

A sanitation worker dragged a trash can and picked up a garbage bag in a remote alley, preparing to load it into the truck.

After loading a few bags, a hideous-looking corpse appeared in the garbage dump.

"ah--"

The sanitation worker was shocked, so she quickly called the police.

The body was pulled to the hospital morgue.

The prince is dead!

Uncle Mei received the news soon.

Looking at his son who was beyond recognition in the morgue and who had suffered countless tortures during his lifetime, he showed his domineering attitude as the leader of the society for the first time.

"Inform me immediately, Ahu. No matter what method is used or how much money is spent, we must find a funeral to bury my son with him!"

Among all the clubs in Hong Kong Island, Hong Tai is a small club that does not rank high.

However, on one-third of an acre of land in Tsim Sha Tsui, the operation for more than ten years is remarkable.

Especially looking for someone like Sang Bo, who has no foundation and only relies on ruthlessness to get ahead.

Soon, the hiding place where Sangbo was hiding was found.

This time, Wei Jixiang also joined the team that went to kill people.

After a fight, Sangbo's remaining younger brothers fell into a pool of blood, and Sangbo was forced to jump off the building to escape.

puff--

But before he could stand up from the ground, Wei Jixiang, who had been waiting downstairs, stepped forward and without saying a word, stabbed the man in the chest with a knife.

"Uh-huh——"

Sangbo covered his chest and fell to the ground again, with his back pressed against the ground. He tried to get up but couldn't.

Soon, Uncle Mei arrived at the scene personally after receiving the news.

He took the machete handed over by Wei Jixiang and slashed at Sangbo one after another in front of dozens of younger brothers.

Soon blood covered his body.

By the time he stopped chopping, Sangbo had already lost his vitality for a long, long time.

The revenge for the loss of his son was avenged. Uncle Mei looked at Wei Jixiang aside with a complicated expression.

In the beginning, they actually wanted each other to be their scapegoat.

As a result, the other party was the first to inform him about the disappearance of the prince last night, and now he was the one who stopped Sangbo from escaping.

In order to appease his men, he still had no choice but to speak.

"This time Wei Jixiang has made a contribution to the society. From now on, he will be in charge of all the places on Cameron Road."

These businesses originally belonged to the prince, but now that the prince is dead, someone still needs to be responsible for the society's business. This time Wei Jixiang performed well.

In order not to convince everyone in the gang, he had no choice but to push Wei Jixiang to the top.

"Thank you, Tou!"

Wei Jixiang took the machete handed over to him, deliberately not touching the spot touched by Uncle Mei with his palm.

He glanced vaguely at Shensha, who had a somewhat unnatural body in the crowd, and felt a little calmer.

But he wasn't too happy that Uncle Mei promoted him.

"Thank you, Uncle Mei. I will do my best and I will not let you down!"

Uncle Mei nodded and left.

His son is dead, and he still has a lot to do.

Wei Jixiang waited until the other party left, and then also left the scene. Naturally, someone would stay to deal with the scene.

After leaving, Wei Jixiang quickly came to a hiding place.

Soon the divine sand also appeared here.

"Boss, this is too exciting!"

Shensha touched the sweat on his forehead. He didn't know whether it was because of the hot weather or the fear in his heart.

"Everything was captured!"

Wei Jixiang did not go to comfort Shensha, but became concerned about another matter.

"Of course!"

When Shen Sha heard Wei Jixiang's question, his face was very proud.

He took out a camera with video recording function from his arms and handed it over.

"I deliberately waited until Uncle Mei arrived before turning on the phone. Every stab he made to kill Zangbo was recorded in exactly one second."

"But if we do this, if others find out that we deliberately called the police to trick Uncle Mei, we may not be able to survive on the road."

After the excitement, Shensha felt a little uneasy again.

Hong Tai has been entrenched in Tsim Sha Tsui for more than ten years. Although his power has never been too great, the rules of the society still exist.

If they use the police's help to deal with Hong Tai, they will probably be angered by other associations.

"What are you afraid of? As long as you are not exposed."

Wei Jixiang took the camera and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that only Uncle Mei was in the picture.

Then he picked up the machete that Uncle Mei had taken before. The knife had been packed in a plastic bag and had the other party's fingerprints on it.

As for him, he had taken it before, so he didn't need to worry too much, because when he took the machete, he specially put a piece of clothing on it to prevent fingerprints.

Now there is video, there is a murder weapon, only the body has been discovered by the police.

"When you come back later, do you know where they dumped Sangbo's body?"

So he asked about Shensha.

"Uncle Mei planned to let Sangbo bury his son with him, so he had the body taken back to the factory."

"Okay, please pay attention. I'll call the police first."

When Wei Jixiang heard this, he naturally remembered that he had signed the equity transfer letter for that factory.

Now I hope they won't act so quickly and haven't had time to go to the Industrial and Commercial Department to change the information.

So he called Zhang Pin again and told him everything about last night and today.

When he said that he deliberately designed to frame the prince, he still felt a little uneasy.

Because if Zhang Pin breaks his promise, he can be arrested directly on this charge.

Fortunately, Zhang Pin finally just asked him not to approach the factory, found a way to hide, and then hung up the phone.

Zhang Pin didn't even ask about the more than one million Hong Kong dollars he had snatched from Sangbo, which he thought he might have to hand over.

This time Wei Jixiang finally felt a lot more at ease.

With Zhang Pin as his backer, he began to look forward to his future.

After Zhang Pin received the news from Wei Jixiang, he did not act on his own. Instead, he called Jin Zai and Ma Jun.

"I received a tip and found Hong Tai's warehouse in Tsim Sha Tsui. You will lead a team to search the warehouse for me and capture Hong Tai's faucet for me."

"yes, sir!"

Both Chen Jin and Ma Jun are actually a little angry these days.

Because after Zhang Pin came to Tsim Sha Tsui and took office, the troubles in the area almost never stopped.

At the welcome banquet on the first night, they encountered young and Dangerous men who kidnapped and kidnapped them in the street.

Moreover, the criminal caught by Zhang Pin actually escaped from the hospital that night.

This guy ran out and ran away in a low profile, but then he made a big fuss, killing people and burning shops in the street.

But no matter how anxious the two of them were, they couldn't get much useful information at all when the police station was full of sieves.

But Ah Tou is indeed an Ah Tou. Zhang Pin obviously didn't do anything, but there were clues that appeared in his hands.

"Jin Zai, are you going to raid the warehouse this time or catch the short-lived eyebrows?"

Ma Jun looked at Chen Jin and took the initiative to let him choose the mission first.

"I'll go raid the warehouse."
To be continued...