Reborn in Hong Kong Island, I can see loyalty

Chapter 523 Ye Haoxuan's chapter is heaven!

Southeast Asia, Bangkok.

A secluded manor deep in the rainforest.

The sweltering air was filled with the pungent smell of grass and trees.

Jiang Tianyang leaned back in his rattan chair, his fingertips twirling Buddhist prayer beads as he slowly poured himself a shot of strong liquor.

"Bang!" The wooden door of the manor was kicked open, and the henchman rushed in, sweating profusely, his voice trembling:

"Mr. Jiang! Big news!"

"Jiang Tiansheng... was murdered in Windmill Country!"

"The camel was shot, but it ran away and didn't die!"

Jiang Tianyang paused in pouring the wine, then chuckled, and the speed at which his prayer beads spun suddenly increased:

"Oh? Jiang Tiansheng is dead?"

"Interesting, very interesting." Jiang Tianyang put down the wine pot. "Do you know who did it?"

Subordinate: "Verifying!"

Jiang Tianyang nodded, stood up, and walked to the window.

Outside the window, the rainforest was shrouded in night, with mist rising, much like the turbulent waters about to be stirred up in Hong Kong.

“My elder brother has spent his whole life scheming against others, and he wanted to use a camel to kill Ye Haoxuan.”

In the end, he himself became the victim of the knife.

"The camel is tough; it managed to escape with its life."

A flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by calculation, and a bloodthirsty smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

"But it's better this way."

"With Chiang Tin-sang dead, there is no room for reconciliation between Tung Sing and Hung Hing."

"The waters around Hong Kong Island are completely murky!"

His subordinate's eyes lit up, and he immediately realized, "Mr. Jiang, is this our chance?"

"It's not just an opportunity, it's a golden chance!"

Jiang Tianyang turned around, grabbed the wine jug on the table, and took a big gulp. The spicy wine flowed down his chin. "When two tigers fight, one will surely be injured."

"We'll just stand by and watch, wait until they're both badly injured, and then we'll step in to clean up the mess!"

He slammed the wine jug on the table, his tone suddenly becoming harsher: "Send a signal to A-Wu immediately!"

"Have him take two of his best henchmen and head to Hong Kong Island right now!"

"Remember, look for Tachibana Masahito!"

"That guy has settled in a cheap hotel in Yau Ma Tei, and the Yamaguchi-gumi pursuers are almost here."

"Don't force him, win him over with affection."

"First, help him deal with the Yamaguchi-gumi members, so he'll owe us a favor."

"I don't need him to submit. As long as he's willing to help me even once, that's enough!"

"Understood! I'll go deliver the message right away!" The subordinate bowed and withdrew. Just as the silence in the manor was about to spread, three figures slowly emerged from the shadows on the side of the hall.

The man at the head of the group was wearing a black Zhongshan suit, with a stern face and sharp, eagle-like eyes; he was none other than Che Baoshan.

He toyed with a butterfly knife in his hand, the blade gleaming coldly in the dim light. His steps were steady as he walked to Jiang Tianyang and bowed.

"Mr. Jiang."

Beside him stood a burly man with dark skin and bulging muscles, arms crossed. It was Peng Hei; his Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke in a deep voice:

"Ye Haoxuan and Camel are about to clash. Should we set off ahead of time and make arrangements in Hong Kong?"

On the other side, Nai Bai was thin, with sinister eyes, holding a sharp silver needle in her hand, and speaking in a cold tone:

“As long as Mr. Chiang gives the order, the three of us can infiltrate Hong Kong Island at any time and clean up the spies of Hung Hing and Tung Sing.”

These three are top-tier fighters in the Young and Dangerous comic book series, and are also staunch loyalists trained by Chiang Tin-yeung. They have been following him in Southeast Asia for years, waiting for their chance.

Jiang Tianyang looked at the three of them, his smile widening, and patted Che Baoshan on the shoulder:

"Not urgent."

"Now is not the time for us to make a move."

"Let Ye Haoxuan and Camel fight each other to the death first, and stir up the waters of Hong Kong even more."

He paused, his gaze turning authoritative: "You three, get ready."

"Once A-Wu wins over Tachibana Masahito, that will be the day we march back to Hong Kong!"

"When the time comes, Hung Hing, Tung Sing, and everyone who gets in my way, wipe them all out!"

Che Baoshan and the other two men's eyes sharpened, and they replied in unison, "Yes, Mr. Jiang!"

His voice was firm and powerful, carrying an unquestionable loyalty.

Jiang Tianyang sat back down in the rattan chair, picked up the Buddhist prayer beads and slowly turned them, his ambition fully erupting in his eyes.

Handsome Xuan, Camel. You can kill and fight as much as you want.

The underground empire of Hong Kong Island will ultimately belong to me, Chiang Tin-yeung!

Tonight, Jiang Tiansheng's death is just the beginning of this storm.

It was a little after nine o'clock the next morning.

Hongxing Gang.

The smoke was thick and choking, making people wince.

The area around the octagonal table and the benches against the wall were packed with people.

Liang Kun, Feng Yuxiu, Lian Haolong, Tony, Abu, Thirteen Sister, Prince, Han Bin...

The leaders of each branch, along with their core, capable underlings, were all present.

Everyone knows that the Ding family has just been wiped out; this is not the end, but the beginning.

Next up is Dongxing, who are ten times more ruthless than the Ding family.

Not to mention that there are still some remnants of Chiang Tin-sang and Chiang Tin-yeung's forces within Hung Hing. These people, out of consideration for the old leader, always felt that Ye Haoxuan would ruin Hung Hing, and they have been whispering about it in secret.

Suddenly that.

The doorman shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brother Xuan is here!"

The hall fell silent instantly.

Everyone stood up abruptly, turning to look at the doorway in unison, their eyes filled with pure awe, without a trace of impurity.

Ye Haoxuan, dressed in a black jacket, walked in with steady steps, exuding an aura that seemed to tread on the hearts of everyone present.

The woman walking beside him instantly drew everyone's attention—it was Shui Ling!

She wore a matte black leather jacket, the hem of which barely reached her waist, outlining a tight and neat waistline. She wore matching tactical work pants, the cuffs of which were tucked into black Martin boots. With each step, the soles of her boots struck the ground with a dull thud, her rhythm perfectly synchronized with Ye Haoxuan's, unhurried yet carrying immense power.

Her long hair was tied into a neat ponytail, with a few stray strands sticking to her temples, which made her jawline look cold and sharp.

There was not a trace of femininity in her eyes; her gaze was as dark and deep as an icy pool. When she swept her gaze over the people in the hall, it was as sharp as a drawn blade, carrying an undisguised sense of oppression. Her fingertips, calloused from years of wielding knives and practicing fists, hung casually at her sides, yet left no doubt that if she so desired, she could unleash a thunderous attack in the next second.

She stood beside Ye Haoxuan, not deliberately flamboyant, but exuding a chilling aura that seemed to say "keep away, even ghosts and gods should not offend," which intertwined with Ye Haoxuan's calm and domineering presence, creating a tense tension of strong confrontation.

The room was filled with seasoned veterans of the martial arts world, but upon seeing this scene, no one dared to utter a single word of nonsense, and they even subconsciously lowered their breathing.

The Crown Prince, in particular, had his pupils shrink the moment he saw Shui Ling—he knew this woman all too well!

A top expert of Dongxing, he was once the behind-the-scenes controller of Dongxing. The power he built was so great that no one in Dongxing dared to mess with him. More importantly, he had fought with Shui Ling. The two fought for a full three hundred rounds and ended up evenly matched.

The prince still vividly remembers the danger of that battle.

Even though he recognized this great figure from Dongxing, the prince merely clenched his fist without uttering a single question.

In Hung Hing, Ye Haoxuan's word is law!