"I'm A Deity In The Cycle Of Reincarnation. "

Chapter four: Arrogance

Nguyen Phong's body twitched slightly at an odd angle in the boxing ring until it came to rest.

The entire boxing ring at the Dragon City Championship fell into an instant, utterly silent.

The Dragon City Championship had been underway for several days, and it wasn't that no newcomers had failed to make a name for themselves.

After all, Hong Kong had many triads, and quite a few skilled fighters, but Yang Sheng, an unknown nobody, was the first to defeat a Double Flower Red Pole.

And this kid was incredibly ruthless, actually killing Ruan Feng outright.

Just then, a middle-aged man from the British Associated Press, with slicked-back hair, gold-rimmed glasses, and a grey suit—looking more like a lawyer than a triad boss—suddenly stood up and pointed towards Hong Shenglian with his cigar-holding hand.

"Hong Shenglian attacks your mother!

How dare you kill me? "

Uncle Chang, the old man sitting in the Hong Shenglian restaurant, looked a little pale, but he still stood up with a cane and snorted coldly:

"Luo Rong, you don't care about life and death in the boxing ring. Ruan Feng is not the only one who has been suspended in the Dragon City Championship these days. Why haven't others come to trouble you?

After all, I am also of the same generation as Chai Jiu, the leader of the British Associated Press, so it is your turn as a junior to scold me here? "

The strength of Hong Shenglian and the British Associated Press is simply worlds apart.

The man in front of him is Luo Rong, the Mong Kok fitman of the British Associated Press, and Ruan Feng is his top horse.

Although he was just one of the leaders of the British Associated Press, Luo Rong's strength was enough to wipe out the entire Hung Shing Lian.

However, Uncle Chang was, after all, the head of Hung Shing Lian. If he were to be pointed at and belittled, he would completely disgrace Hung Shing Lian and would have no future in the underworld.

Just then, the elderly man in the long robe, who seemed like a referee, suddenly sneered, "Luo Rong, don't cause trouble here!

Both sides have already signed a waiver of life and death; on the boxing ring, victory or defeat is up to man, and life or death is up to fate.

Have you forgotten the rules of the Dragon City Championship? Or is it your Heroic Alliance that wants to withdraw from the Dragon City Championship?"

Luo Rong seemed quite wary of the elderly man in the long robe. Upon hearing this, he sneered and turned to leave with his men.

As Yang Sheng stepped off the ring, the way the Hong Sheng Lian gang looked at him changed.

The gazes they gave him were now filled with a mixture of respect and excitement.

Most of the members of Hong Sheng Lian, a sunset-age gang, lacked spirit and energy. Most joined the gang simply to coast along, and being looked down upon by other gangs was commonplace. However, Yang Sheng, representing the Hung Shing Lian triad, had just defeated the Vietnamese "tiger" Nguyen Phong in front of all the other triads in Hong Kong. This greatly boosted their morale, even giving these underlings a sense of pride.

But Di Wei frowned as he looked at Yang Sheng, and the three elders of the Hung Shing Lian also stared intently at him, their faces grim.

Yang Sheng had information about the three elders of the Hung Shing Lian in his memory.

The eldest, Uncle Chang, was the most senior, nearly sixty years old this year. Dressed in a white Tang suit and leaning on a cane, he looked like a kind-faced gentleman of the peace.

He became the leader mainly because his father was the previous leader of the Hung Shing Lian.

Therefore, during the competition for the leadership position, many elders supported him, allowing Uncle Chang to secure the position with almost no effort.

The other two men were all over fifty years old, tall but hunched over, with dark complexions.

He was Uncle Qiang, nicknamed Fisherman Qiang.

Fisherman Qiang was originally a fisherman before joining the Hung Shing Triad. He used a harpoon to carve out a territory for the triad at Sai Kung Pier, achieving remarkable success.

However, as Fisherman Qiang aged, the years spent in the icy seawater as a fisherman, and the injuries he sustained in fights for the triad, left him unable to fight for over a decade, forcing him to retire from active duty.

The other was a thin, elderly man in his fifties or sixties, dressed in a suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

He was Huang Wen, the "white paper fan" of the Hung Shing Triad. He had managed the triad's finances since his youth and now controlled the financial lifeline of Hung Shing Triad.

In Yang Sheng's memory, these three old men were not good people.

They were timid and hesitant in their dealings with outsiders, but internally they always used their seniority to oppress others, leaving almost no opportunity for the younger members of Hung Shing Triad to rise.

As one of the oldest triads in Hong Kong, the current state of affairs is largely due to the incompetence and actions of the three elders of Hung Shing Triad.

At this time, facing the three elders who looked a little gloomy, Yang Sheng suddenly grinned: "Old Ding, fortunately you have lived up to your fate."

Huang Wen frowned and said: "Dragon City Tournament is the home field of those big societies, we Hong Sheng United just need not be too embarrassed.

You were so ruthless that you killed the double bonus club of the British Associated Press. Do you know how much trouble you caused to the association? "

Yang Sheng spread his hands and said with an innocent expression: “Uncle Wen, swords and knives have no eyes, fists and feet are merciless! If I don’t kill him, he’ll kill me.

Does this mean I have to be beaten to death by Ruan Feng in the ring to avoid causing trouble for the gang?”

Seeing Yang Sheng dare to talk back, Huang Wen frowned, and Uncle Chang coughed, saying, “We’ll talk about it when we get back. Don’t let outsiders laugh at us.”

The Dragon City Ring Tournament continued, but Hong Sheng Lian and his group left early.

Hong Sheng Lian’s branch was in Wan Chai, on a small street, and was one of the few remaining face of the gang.

If the entire branch were forced to move to an industrial area like Kwun Tong, Hong Sheng Lian would truly become the lowest-ranking, most despicable gang.

Yang Sheng looked up and saw that the entire headquarters was quite imposing.

It was a four-story wooden building, entirely black and red, with a plaque above bearing the four large characters 'Hong Sheng Wei Yuan' (****).

Two young men in suit trousers, with buzz cuts and cold, fierce expressions, stood guard at the entrance.

Strictly speaking, they weren't exactly underlings of the Hong Sheng Lian (***), but rather gunmen paid for at great expense by Uncle Chang and his associates, each carrying real weapons.

If anyone dared to attack the gang, they would be the gang's last line of defense.

Of course, if guns were used, someone would have to take the blame afterward.

Uncle Chang and the other three elders of the Hong Sheng Lian led Di Wei into the inner hall of the gang. After they were seated, Uncle Chang frowned and asked, "Whose underling is Yang Sheng? How did he join my Hong Sheng Lian?

When did my Hong Sheng Lian get such a capable '49' (a derogatory term for a lowly member)?"

Huang Wen pushed up his glasses and thought for a moment before saying, "It seems like a few months ago, that bastard Da Tou Lin (a derogatory term for a guy from the Hong Lian) fought over territory with a nobody from the Hong Lian, and ended up getting beaten up.

That guy didn't care about the rules; he somehow got a bunch of mainlanders who swam over, crossed the blue lantern (a metaphor for a powerful, influential figure), and they all became '49' members. Yang Sheng..." "That's when they joined my Hung Shing Alliance.

However, although we won the turf war later, that guy Big Head Lam was retaliated against and killed by Hung Shing Alliance's underlings.

Hung Shing Alliance compensated us with 200,000 HKD. At that time, Boss, you didn't want to go to war with Hung Shing Alliance, so the matter was dropped.

Yang Sheng and the other underlings Big Head Lam had recruited were directly transferred to a branch, and didn't join anyone else for the time being."

In Hong Kong triads, the lowest level is the Blue Lantern Clan, which consists of peripheral members. Only after enduring several years and proving their loyalty to the triad can they formally join and become the lowest-ranking "49" (or "49-zai").

Above are the "432" (or "432" - these are the ranks of those who are qualified to open a branch and recruit members.

Above them were the strategist, White Paper Fan, responsible for planning and strategy, and the most skilled fighter, Red Stick, as well as the Second Marshal and the leader of the gang.

Of course, these rules were outdated; in today's underworld, no one adhered to them. Everything was about profit.

Just then, a henchman approached with a cell phone, saying, "Boss, it's Luo Rong from the British Associated Press on the phone."

Uncle Chang took the phone, his expression growing increasingly grim as he listened to the voice on the other end. Finally, he gave a heavy "Hmm," and slammed the phone to the ground, smashing it to pieces.

"I'll attack his mother's Luo Rong! Bastard! The Yan family shovels!"

Several people were startled, and Dewei quickly asked: "Lao Ding, what's going on?"

Uncle Chang said with a sullen face: "That bastard Luo Rong asked me, Hong Sheng Lian, to hand over Yang Sheng, or he would lead people to wipe out my Hong Sheng Lian's position."

The expressions of several people present changed somewhat.

The Associated Press is one of the top ten major organizations in Hong Kong. It is not difficult for Luo Rong and his family to defeat Hong Shenglian alone without the help of the Associated Press.

Moreover, Luo Rong has developed extremely rapidly in recent years and is arrogant and domineering. Even Chai Jiu, the leader of the British Associated Press, doesn't pay much attention to him, let alone Hong Shenglian, a sunset society.

So when Luo Rong said he wanted to fight Hong Sheng Lian, they didn't take it as a joke.

Huang Wen sighed, "This is troublesome. Yang Sheng is certainly impressive on the stage, but he's dragged the whole gang down."

Fisherman frowned, "Are we just going to hand him over like this? But if we do, what about Hong Sheng Lian's reputation?"

Reputation is paramount in the underworld.

If someone comes demanding someone's return, and you immediately hand over your underlings as an apology, you'll have your face trampled underfoot.

This kind of behavior will not only be ridiculed by other gangs, but it will also demoralize your men.

Diwei raised an eyebrow and said, "Uncle Qiang, is face more important or life?"

Luo Rong has money and manpower. Two of the three tigers of the British Commonwealth Society are under his command. One of the Vietnamese tigers, Nguyen Phong, is dead, and he still has the Nanshan tiger, Yao Hui, under his command.

Our Hong Sheng Lian has accumulated so much wealth with great difficulty. Are we really going to lose it all for a mere traitor?"

Diwei's schadenfreude wasn't just because he was afraid of Luo Rong.

He also harbored a hint of jealousy towards Yang Sheng.

As the only Red Pole in the Hong Sheng Lian, he should have been the one to represent the Hong Sheng Lian in the Dragon City Championship.

But he chickened out, and a mere traitor stole the spotlight.

The next day, Hong Shenglian probably knew that Di Wei had been cowardly in the face of the Vietnamese tiger Nguyen Phong, and that it was a mere thug who had beaten Nguyen Phong to death in the ring.

So, Yang Sheng being alive was unsettling for him.

Uncle Chang took a deep breath and ordered, "Where's Yang Sheng? Bring him to me."