Reborn in Hong Kong Island, I can see loyalty

"The price?" Ye Haoxuan laughed loudly, but there was no warmth in his laughter, and the coldness in his eyes grew even more piercing. "I've been established in Hong Kong for many years, and no one has ever dared to speak to me like this. Either put down your knife and get out of Hong Kong, or leave your life at this dock today!"

"Arrogant!" Miyamoto roared, waving his hand to signal the remaining samurai to attack. "Kill them!" Several samurai gritted their teeth and charged forward, their katana flashing as they rushed towards Ye Haoxuan and Tachibana Masahito.

Feng Yuxiu and several elite Hung Hing members, who could no longer contain themselves, immediately drew their swords and charged forward.

Feng Yuxiu's twin short swords flashed like lightning, each strike aimed at the throat. Wherever the swords flashed, screams rang out one after another. In no time, the two warriors fell into pools of blood.

The remaining men turned pale upon seeing this, but dared not retreat. They charged forward defiantly, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Ye Haoxuan remained standing still, his dark eyes fixed on Miyamoto, his gaze like a hawk's throat, making Miyamoto's heart pound with unease.

Seeing his men fall one by one, he knew that the situation was hopeless, so he gritted his teeth and turned to run away.

"Trying to run? Too late!" Ye Haoxuan snorted coldly, exerted force with his feet, and his figure flashed behind Gong Ben like a ghost. His right fist, wrapped with a strong wind, slammed heavily into Gong Ben's back.

With a crisp "crack," the excruciating pain of Miyamoto's broken ribs caused his vision to go black. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground like a kite with a broken string. His katana fell from his hand and landed with a crisp sound.

Ye Haoxuan crouched down, grabbed his collar, his knuckles turning white, and the coldness in his eyes almost froze him:

"Speak! Where is Hoshino Taro? When did he arrive in Hong Kong? Is he in league with the Camel Gang of Tung Sing?"

Miyamoto clutched his chest, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with terror, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

“I… I said… Mr. Kusakari is staying at the Western District Hotel. He arrived in Hong Kong last night… He… he talked to Camel. Camel promised us that if we kill Tachibana Masahito, he will help us restrain Hung Hing and allow us to establish a foothold in Hong Kong…”

"When did they make their move?" Ye Haoxuan pressed, increasing the pressure on his fingers.

"N-I don't know..." Miyamoto shook his head desperately, his voice choked with emotion, "Kusakari-san only told us to eliminate Tachibana Masahito first, and we know nothing about anything else..."

Ye Haoxuan stared at him for a moment, seeing only fear in his eyes and no falsehood in his words, then released his grip, stood up, and said in a deep voice:

"Feng Yuxiu, tie him up tightly, take him back to headquarters and keep him under strict guard. Don't let him die; he'll still be useful."

"Understood!" Feng Yuxiu responded and stepped forward, untying the rope around his waist and binding Miyamoto's hands tightly behind his back.

Tachibana Masahito walked up to Ye Haoxuan and said in a heavy voice, "Brother Xuan, I'm sorry. It's all because of me that Hung Hing has gotten into such big trouble. Hoshino Taro's strength is far beyond that of ordinary people. His karate has reached a high level of perfection. He also has several top experts by his side. In addition, Camel is lurking in the shadows. We are afraid that we will face many dangers next."

“Between brothers, there’s no such thing as being implicated.” Ye Haoxuan patted his arm, his tone steady and resolute. “If you trust me, I will trust you. No matter how strong Hoshino Taro is, he’s just an outsider crossing the river; even if Camel comes back, Tung Sing is already crippled and can’t cause much trouble. As long as we brothers are united and defend Hung Hing’s territory, we will have nothing to fear from any enemy.”

Looking into Ye Haoxuan's open and honest eyes, Tachibana Masahito felt a warmth in his heart.

Having wandered Hong Kong Island for many years and witnessed the coldness and warmth of the underworld, he had never been treated as a true brother by Ye Haoxuan, who unconditionally trusted and protected him.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he said in a deep voice, "Brother Xuan, thank you. Hoshino Taro's methods are extremely ruthless, we must be careful in dealing with him."

"I understand." Ye Haoxuan nodded and gestured for everyone to move. "I have already had people keeping an eye on Hoshino Taro's movements. Let's go back to headquarters first and discuss countermeasures."

Tachibana Masahito nodded and followed Ye Haoxuan toward the car.

Feng Yuxiu escorted Miyamoto, with several elite soldiers following closely behind. The group's figures stood out even more in the morning light.

Upon seeing this, the dockworkers gathered around and began to discuss it animatedly: "Was that Ye Haoxuan from Hung Hing in the black shirt? He's amazing! He crippled the Yamada Group with just one punch!"

"And that gentleman with the samurai sword, the sword was so fast you couldn't even see the shadow of it, he killed several men in kimonos, Hung Hing is indeed full of hidden talents!"

"The Yamada Group is too arrogant, daring to cause trouble in Hong Kong Island. Luckily, Mr. Ye dealt with them, otherwise our docks would never have peace!"

Amid the murmurs, Ye Haoxuan's car slowly drove away from the dock, heading towards the Hung Hing headquarters.

Inside the carriage, Ye Haoxuan leaned back in his seat, his fingertips lightly tapping his knees, his eyes as deep as the night.

He knew that Hoshino Taro's arrival was no accident.

With Camel colluding with Yamada Group and Big D of Wo Shing Group eyeing them covetously, the three forces are secretly working together, and an even bigger storm is brewing.

But he showed no fear whatsoever.

His strongest foundation lies in Tachibana Masahito's sword, Feng Yuxiu's short blade, the prince's bravery, the ruthlessness of the seven siblings of Tian Yangsheng, his capable subordinates such as Han Bin and Ah Hu, and the thousands upon thousands of loyal Hung Hing brothers.

As long as everyone is of one mind, he is confident that he can defend Hung Hing's empire even against a massive army.

Meanwhile, in a suite at the West District Hotel, dark cushions covered the tatami mats, and several long swords were stuck in a samurai sword rack in the corner, exuding a chilling aura. Hoshino Taro sat at a low table, holding a celadon sake cup in his hand, his fingertips caressing the rim of the cup. His gaze was calm as he looked out at the hazy night, his whole being radiating the tranquility and ruthlessness unique to Japanese yakuza.

Several black-clad warriors stood with their heads bowed to the side, not daring to breathe loudly.

Not long after, a samurai rushed in, bowed and knelt, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly:

"Sir, Miyamoto and his men have failed. More than a dozen of their elite troops have been lost. Miyamoto has been captured by Ye Haoxuan, and Tachibana Masahito has also been rescued."

Hoshino Taro paused slightly in his cup, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, but he said nothing. He simply drank the sake slowly, the spiciness of the liquor unable to suppress the ferocity in his eyes.

The samurai continued, "Ye Haoxuan's strength far exceeds our expectations, and Miyamoto is no match for him. Should we immediately gather our forces, launch a surprise attack on the Hung Hing headquarters, rescue Miyamoto, and then kill Tachibana Masahito and Ye Haoxuan?"

"No rush." ​​Hoshino Taro slowly put down his wine glass, the bottom of which tapped lightly against the low table, making a crisp sound. His tone was as calm as ice water. "Since Ye Haoxuan dared to rescue people, he must have been prepared. To launch a surprise attack now would be to walk into a trap."

He looked out the window, his eyes becoming deep and dark: "Camel has already contacted me. He will secretly restrain Hung Hing's border branches and disrupt their defenses. What we need to do is remain calm and wait—wait for the best opportunity. Miyamoto is nothing but a piece of trash, his death is not a pity. As long as we can get rid of Tachibana Masahito and Ye Haoxuan, the life of a piece of trash is not worth mentioning."

"Yes!" The samurai bowed and replied, not daring to say anything more, and turned to leave silently.

Silence returned to the suite. Hoshino Taro picked up the katana on the table, his fingertips tracing the cold blade, a fierce glint in his eyes.

Ye Haoxuan, Tachibana Masahito, your days are numbered.

The sea breeze seeped in through the window cracks, ruffling the wine glasses on the table. The air was thick with the oppressive atmosphere of an impending storm, and the undercurrents of Hong Kong's underworld were surging toward an even more turbulent future.