I Am King

At No. 58 Repulse Bay, Jiang Tian looked solemn.

After the call was disconnected, he waited a while and tried to call back, but he couldn't get through. It was obvious that something had happened to Ni Yongxiao.

The Ni family villa has a group of gunmen. The reason they chose to live on the mountain was to make it easier for the gunmen to carry out their work. In terms of security, the Ni family's place is much better than his.

Now that the Ni family is in trouble, who could be behind it?

Who in Hong Kong would dare to directly attack the Ni family villa?

Jiang Tiansheng thought for a long time but couldn't think of anyone in Hong Kong with such strength.

The first person he thought of was Qin Feng, but he quickly dismissed the idea because he hadn't heard of Qin Feng keeping gunmen. Even if Dongxing did have gunmen, Qin Feng, having just taken over, might not be able to mobilize them.

His second thought was the police. The gunshots on the phone were continuous, the kind of sound only automatic weapons could produce. The only ones in Hong Kong with that kind of firepower are the police.

"Could it be that the police have found evidence of the Ni family's drug trafficking activities?"

Jiang Tiansheng muttered to himself.

After saying that, he picked up the phone and called Xu Huaqiang, wanting to ask Xu Huaqiang if he knew about the Ni family's situation.

Just as Jiang Tiansheng began dialing, Qin Feng, who had already observed the surrounding situation, took action.

Outside the villa, in the garden, there were two groups of gangsters, each with four men, guarding the front and back yards respectively. Qin Feng sent four men to deal with the men in the front yard, while he himself led one man to sneak into the back yard.

Since it was already past ten o'clock, and they had been patrolling this area for a while without anything happening, the bodyguards in the backyard had become a little complacent. The four of them were now gathered in a corner of the backyard chatting.

The dark-skinned young man looked at the person next to him with envy and said;

"That Miss Fang is really beautiful!"

"The boss is so lucky to be able to sleep with such a beautiful girl, and she's a movie star too. When I rise to power, I'll find a few stars to keep as mistresses."

"Do you think you're some kind of crazy lunatic?"

The person next to him glanced at him disdainfully. Twenty or thirty years ago, he might have been able to make a name for himself through hard work and struggle, but now...?

From Tung Sing to Wo Luen Shing, and including the Ni family and Sun Kee, including Hung Tai, which of these slightly famous triads wasn't passed down from their fathers? Apart from Qin Feng, who else rose from the bottom?

There are hundreds of thousands of gangsters in Hong Kong, but Qin Feng is a unique case!

"What's wrong with being crazy?"

"If he could rise from a lowly thug to the top leader of Tung Sing, so can we."

"……you sure?"

"...Even if you can't become the top leader, becoming the person in charge is still acceptable!"

The dark-skinned young man, feeling a bit embarrassed by the stares, was actually just saying it to encourage himself. He didn't even believe he could reach Qin Feng's level.

"cut……………."

The person next to him waved his hand, then prepared to go around and see if there was anything going on. After all, he was working for the boss, and while he could slack off occasionally, he still had to do what he was supposed to do.

But just as he turned around, two dark figures fell from the wall almost simultaneously. Before the two people behind him could react, their necks were already being grabbed by the dark figures, and the one who grabbed them was Qin Feng.

After grabbing the two men by the neck, Qin Feng twisted his hand outwards with great force. Two cracking sounds of bones breaking rang out almost simultaneously, and the two men's bodies went limp.

Only then did the two men in front react. Just as they reached for their guns, another dark figure appeared before them. This figure held a flash of silver light in its hand, and with a flick of the wrist, it slashed at their necks. Instinctively, they tried to retreat, but before they could even move, they felt a sharp pain in their necks, followed by a surge of heat. They instinctively tried to cover their necks with their hands, but to no avail; a sticky liquid continuously seeped from between their fingers. Soon, they too suffered the same fate as the men behind them…

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