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"I've mastered it! I've really succeeded!"

Chen Luojun stared at his fist in disbelief, then his face lit up with ecstatic joy. "Master, I've really mastered it!"

"Very good, you certainly didn't disappoint me!"

Qin Tai patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction. He knew without a doubt that this was the typical treatment a protagonist would receive. When he was racking his brains but couldn't make a breakthrough, the important supporting character would play a role in providing inspiration.

As it turned out, Feng Yuxiu's real-world challenge put a lot of pressure on Chen Luojun, forcing him to unleash his full potential and successfully deliver this amazing whirlwind punch.

"Feng Yuxiu, how are you?"

"It's alright, I won't die!" Feng Yuxiu stood up cheerfully, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth without a care. His eyes gleamed with excitement as he eagerly said, "Come on, Chen Luojun, we haven't decided a winner yet, let's go again!"

Chen Luojun smiled wryly: "No, let's not. If we keep fighting, people will die."

Feng Yuxiu retorted, "Kung Fu is a killing art! It's either you or me; if there's a winner, then we must fight to the death!"

Chen Luojun shook his head in distress and looked to his master, Qin Tai, for help.

Qin Tai, who knew best how to command Feng Yuxiu, said indifferently, "A master of hard qigong, with Iron Shirt fully mastered and Vajra Finger at the One-Finger Zen level, are you interested?"

"Yes! Yes! Of course I'm interested!" Upon hearing this, Feng Yuxiu's attention was immediately piqued, and he asked excitedly, "Where is it?"

"Don't worry, you'll be in for a world of trouble! Tomorrow you and Luo Jun will set off together, and your mission is to take him down! Right now, your task is to recover from your injuries and get back into shape for the challenge, or I'll take care of it myself."

"No! Please don't! I'll do as you say!"

Feng Yuxiu blurted out, almost swearing. Qin Tai, this monster, had repeatedly refreshed his understanding of the world. He had finally encountered a rare opponent. If he were to be killed by Qin Tai with one punch, he would have nowhere to cry.

Seeing Feng Yuxiu, the martial arts fanatic, being coaxed away, Chen Luojun finally breathed a sigh of relief with a wry smile. It was almost a fatal accident, but thankfully everything turned out well. The tornado in the sky had a spirit that helped him have a burst of inspiration and master the Whirlwind Fist. He was now full of confidence and was absolutely able to kill Wang Jiu and reclaim the stronghold!

"I have some bad news for you. Wang Jiu, that madman, has gone berserk again. Tiger is dead, and Jia Shi Tang has fallen apart." Qin Tai dropped a bombshell right off the bat.

"What? What about Xin Yi, Twelfth Young Master, and the others...?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Luojun's expression changed drastically, and he looked flustered.

For the past week, he had been working day and night, devoting himself entirely to practicing the Whirlwind Fist, completely unaware of what was happening outside.

"Don't worry, since there's no news of them dying, it means they're alive and well. You should be able to contact them easily once you get out," Qin Tai reassured him, then reminded him, "But do you still remember our agreement?"

Chen Luojun nodded and said, "Understood. I will talk to Xin Yi and Twelfth Young Master! If we can retake the walled city with the help of Hung Hing this time, Xin Yi will definitely not refuse the Dragon City Gang's willingness to submit to Hung Hing!"

Qin Tai is no saint; he sees no investment without a return as meaningless, and he has no interest in generating electricity through love.

So when Qin Tai was teaching Chen Luojun the Whirlwind Fist, he had already agreed on the terms. Qin Tai promised to help Xin Yi and his gang reclaim Kowloon Walled City and eliminate the riot gangs. In return, the Dragon City Gang would have to align themselves with Hung Hing and fight side by side.

Before the walled city was demolished, it was entirely left to Shin Yi to handle. Hung Hing not only provided the obligation of mutual assistance as an ally, but also did not interfere in any internal affairs, at most letting Chan Lok-kwan act as a messenger and liaison.

However, after the walled city was demolished, the Lung Shing Gang disbanded on the spot, and all its members joined Hung Hing.

No matter how Chen Luojun looked at it, he didn't think there was anything wrong with the conditions, so he readily agreed. After all, the demolition of Kowloon Walled City was a foregone conclusion, and Xin Yi and the others were only returning to the Walled City to carry on the legacy of Tornado. It could be said that their master Qin Tai had shown them enough sincerity and respect.

Qin Tai said, "Very good. Tomorrow you will infiltrate the Walled City to carry out the decapitation operation. Use fireworks as a signal. The Hung Hing Mong Kok and Yau Ma Tei branches will provide backup for you."

"Thank you, Master! I'm off now!"

Chen Luojun couldn't wait to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Qin Tai snapped his fingers, and soon an assistant brought over a well-fitting suit.

Chen Luojun was flattered and somewhat at a loss for words: "This is..."

"The suit I ordered was tailor-made to your measurements and was just finished today. Tomorrow is a big day, and you're now the representative of Hung Hing, so don't embarrass me." Qin Tai chuckled mischievously. "Look at this old man's shirt you're wearing. Xin Yi was jealous back then and deliberately threw all his ugly clothes at you. This time, you're going to get your revenge and dazzle him!"

"Thank you, thank you, Master!"

Chen Luojun's eyes reddened, and his voice choked up at one point.

He wiped his dirty hands repeatedly, carefully put on the clothes, and instantly his aura changed.

He has lived a frugal life since he can remember, and he has even forgotten when the last time he wore new clothes was.

At this moment, he was once again moved by the warmth from humanity. Although Qin Tai was younger than him, he was steady and dignified. Moreover, the saying "a teacher for a day is a father for life" made him burst into tears with this care.

"I'm going!"

Chen Luojun bowed deeply in admiration, took a deep breath, and took a firm step forward.

"Alright, I'll be waiting for your triumphant return!"

Qin Tai waved his hand gently, appearing as a loving father and filial son.

He secretly chuckled to himself, thinking how easy it was to manipulate honest people.

The conditions he offered were indeed straightforward and even extremely favorable to the Dragon City Gang. However, the key issue lay in the land deeds, which were often overlooked, especially since Wang Jiu acted swiftly and acquired more than 80% of the properties in the city.

Cheng Haiyao and the other six top female assassins were well-trained and had made ample preparations, waiting only for the flames of war to ignite before carrying out their secret mission.

After the matter is settled, Qin Tai will not return these land deeds to Xin Yi as a form of charity.

From then on, he replaced the four landlords and became the biggest landlord in the city, holding the fate of the city in his hands. The Dragon City Gang was destined to be fish on his chopping board!

During the Hungry Ghost Festival, undercurrents surged and crises lurked in Kowloon.

Fireworks, processions, lion dances, Nuo operas and all sorts of other customs came one after another, creating a lively and exciting atmosphere, but also concealing hidden dangers. Chen Luojun brought news that Xin Yi and Twelve Young Masters had agreed to the terms and, with the help of Qin Tai, were making a comeback. They had already infiltrated the stronghold to carry out a decapitation operation.

At the same time, Qin Tai took a break from his busy schedule and instead of going to the scene, he went to the quiet and peaceful Kowloon Ice Room and ordered the unique Southeast Asian cuisine of Kowloon.

"Guest, your tomato and beef brisket rice is ready!"

Nine-Dragon, who looked remarkably like Chan Ho-nam, limped along delivering food with heavy steps, his dejected demeanor making him seem like an ordinary middle-aged man.

"Mmm, the taste is indeed top-notch."

To be honest, Nine-Dragon's cooking skills are really something. When Qin Tai took his first bite, the taste was only slightly inferior to Ah Qi's char siu rice. After all, the latter was cooked with internal energy, and the taste was hard for ordinary people to match.

"If you like it, remember to come back often."

Nine-Dragon grinned, then turned and went to tutor his son.

Before long, Xiao Lin rushed over and reported in a low voice: "Boss, Luo Jun's signal has come through. They have successfully held back Wang Jiu!"