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Presumably, some kind of shady agreement has been reached with the big boss. Tornado, this long-established giant in the underworld, may be facing a historic end today.

Before long, at Di Qiu's urging, the other three landlords of Kowloon Walled City also arrived at the scene. They all signed the lease agreement for Kowloon Walled City and handed it over to the big boss. The latter was overjoyed and put it into his pocket. He could not hide his smile of triumph.

"Prepare the car, let's head to the walled city!"

Qin Tai specially arranged for Xi Yan, the big boss, Di Qiu, and others to ride in one car, while he leisurely pulled Wang Jiu into the Mercedes-Benz behind them.

Wang Jiu's triangular eyes behind his sunglasses trembled with shock. He desperately wanted to escape, but there was no way to get away.

Pulled by Qin Tai's large hand, Wang Jiu was unable to break free as if gripped by an iron clamp. The previously neurotic and manic Wang Jiu was now like a respectable woman forced into business, her eyes filled with tears as she was forcibly dragged into the back seat, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

In the past, Wang Jiutian was fearless. Apart from the two internal strength masters, Tornado and the Big Boss, when had he ever been so restrained in front of others?

But Qin Tai's punch left a very deep impression on him.

He broke through his hard qigong head-on. Even though he survived by the skin of his teeth, a spiral-shaped, twisted fist mark remained on his chest. As a result, he no longer dared to wear an open floral shirt to show off. When he saw this plague god again, even though he was confident that his strength had reached a new level, it would be a lie to say that he was not flustered.

Qin Tai crossed his legs, looking every bit the villain: "Little Wang, why are you so reserved? Isn't the leather cushion comfortable? Even if you had hidden needles, they couldn't touch your iron shirt."

Wang Jiu's smile was stiff: "I still think running on the ground is better for physical exercise."

"Hehe, how can that be? You're the big boss's right-hand man, you have the strength and the shrewdness. In my opinion, if something happens to the big boss one day, you'll be the perfect person to lead the gang!" Qin Tai said casually, but his words were like a thunderclap.

Wang Jiu's heart trembled violently. These words had undoubtedly hit a nerve, almost making him feel like he had found a kindred spirit.

His ambition had been impossible to hide for a long time. He did all the hardest and most tiring work, running around but only getting a shout. The big boss took all the benefits, and in the end he could only get a small share. Who would be willing to accept that?

In the martial arts world, it's all about the survival of the fittest, and strength speaks for itself. My brothers all admire me, so why can't I be the leader?

Especially after narrowly escaping death this time, Wang Jiu became even more confident in his abilities, and his ambition naturally rose to a new level.

So he openly began copying others. When the big boss read comics, he would imitate him and read them in a similar manner. When the big boss smoked cigars, he would secretly learn the posture... In short, he had made all the preparations to become the boss, all he needed was an opportunity!

"Hehe, what a joke! I am absolutely loyal to the big boss and would never betray him!"

Wang Jiu said with absolute certainty that he would not leave any room for criticism.

The big boss knew his weakness, and was a genuine master of internal energy, specializing in attacking the internal organs. Hard qigong had almost no advantage against him, so he continued to play the submissive role when necessary.

Especially since Qin Tai is an outsider, he certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to leave himself open to criticism.

"Wang Jiu, everyone knows how loyal you are. Even the big boss praises you highly, saying you are the most loyal and capable dog. When he has a son in his old age, you will be the future young master's number one loyal subject. Good things should be passed down for three generations!"

Qin Tai spoke slowly, continuing to strike at the heart of the matter.

Wang Jiu was all smiles when he heard the first half of the sentence, but when he heard the second half, his face instantly stiffened, and it could even be described as extremely ugly.

But Qin Tai was telling the truth.

A henchman is always a henchman, not a biological son. Why would you give the boss's position to an outsider if you wouldn't give it to your own blood relative?

Looking at the majestic Kowloon Walled City in the distance, Qin Tai remarked, seemingly casually, "This time, there's bound to be a fierce battle with Tornado. A life-or-death duel between two masters of internal energy—it's sure to be spectacular. Even if the winner doesn't die, they'll probably suffer serious internal injuries, especially since Tornado's Whirlwind Fist has a powerful aftereffect. Getting hit by one of those punches will be quite a blow, tsk tsk tsk..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jiu felt his mouth go dry, his heart pounded, and his blood rushed to his head.

If this one-on-one duel between the big boss and the tornado is a life-or-death battle, with both sides going all out, then the best outcome of such a clash between two tigers is that one will die and the other will be injured. The winner will definitely not fare well either, and serious internal injuries will be a foregone conclusion.

With the behemoth Hung Hing Group supporting them from the sidelines, it was a foregone conclusion that Tornado would lose Kowloon Walled City; they certainly couldn't win.

Doesn't that mean that as long as I just sit back and watch the big boss get beaten up, I can reap the benefits?

At that point, the heavily injured boss would be no match for him, and little did he know that his near-death experience had elevated his strength even further. With a calculated attack on the unsuspecting, he might truly be able to...

Qin Tai saw Wang Jiu's triangular eyes darting wildly behind his sunglasses, and knew that the guy was definitely tempted, so he simply added fuel to the fire: "Actually, our Hung Hing's conditions have always been here. No matter who takes over Kowloon Walled City in the end, it has nothing to do with us. We will still cooperate with the rioters."

"Personally, I'd prefer a partner who's young and energetic, rather than an old-fashioned person who only knows how to stick to the old ways and cling to outdated rules. That way, our cooperation can be deeper, and we can even further divide up the huge pie of the Walled City, right?"

Wang Jiu's eyes involuntarily lit up, and his mouth went dry again. He understood the unspoken meaning in Qin Tai's words and couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

Qin Tai's words represent Hung Hing's attitude; the implication is that they support him becoming the head of the yakuza group.

So, Hung Hing is not actually satisfied with just controlling the noodle stall business in Kowloon Walled City; they want to go further and divide up the staggering amount of demolition compensation in Kowloon Walled City!

That makes perfect sense, because based on Wang Jiu's understanding of the big boss, this guy has always been a domineering and selfish person who would never allow Hung Hing to get involved in the demolition compensation. No wonder Hung Hing chose to secretly support him to take over.

"I don't understand what you're saying." Wang Jiu licked his lips with a hint of excitement, but pretended to be relaxed as he rubbed his chest and said casually, "It must be because I was injured too badly last time and haven't recovered. My sternum and ribs are still so painful that I can't exert any strength."

A knowing smile appeared on Qin Tai's lips. Wang Jiu's meaning couldn't be clearer: since he hadn't recovered from his injury, it meant he wouldn't be able to contribute when the battle broke out later. It was perfectly reasonable for him to slack off and watch the big boss and Tornado fight to the death.

Everything makes perfect sense!

Di Qiu was trying to negotiate with a tiger for its skin, and wasn't Wang Jiu doing the same thing?

It's just that people's greed and ambition blinded them.

"My boss has been waiting for a long time, please!"

The group's vehicle slowly drove to Kowloon Walled City. Xin, riding a bright red motorcycle, arrogantly led the way to meet them. However, when he saw Di Qiu traveling with the big boss, his expression changed almost imperceptibly, and he had a vague sense of foreboding.

"It's been twenty years since I last set foot in this place, but today, everything will be rewritten!"