Chapter 53

Entering the venue, Su Yang and Xiao Wei quietly took their seats. Although they saw many acquaintances, Xiao Wei's mind was entirely on Su Yang, and she did not greet everyone individually but instead quietly accompanied him, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

A handsome man in a black tuxedo, upon seeing Xiao Wei, approached with a somewhat apologetic look and said, "Sister Xiao, I'm really sorry, I'm in a very difficult position. We had agreed to sign with your newly established film company, but as you know, the big boss spoke, and I couldn't withstand the pressure."

"Azu, don't think too much about it. I understand your difficulties, it's fine," Xiao Wei said with a faint smile.

After that, several more stars who were originally scheduled to sign with Xiao Wei's film company came over to apologize. It was clear that they had their own helplessness.

Su Yang, who had observed everything, gently squeezed Xiao Wei's hand and said softly, "It's because of Yongsheng, right?"

Xiao Wei nodded and said, "I can't blame them. When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head."

Su Yang smiled and said, "Am I such an unreasonable person? Wait a few days, and then invite them again. I guarantee it will work out."

Xiao Wei blinked her eyes and said trustingly, "With you here, I believe anything is possible."

After the host's opening remarks, the Golden Image Awards ceremony officially began. Half an hour later, the host announced the nominees for Best Actress at this year's Hong Kong Golden Image Awards and invited the Best Actor, Zhou Runfa, to announce the final winner.

"Next, I announce that the winner of this year's Golden Image Award for Best Actress is..."

"Xiao Wei."

Encouraged by Su Yang's smile, Xiao Wei, who was emotionally stirred, stepped onto the award stage.

At the same time, in the three major areas of Hong Kong Island, Kowloon, and the New Territories, all of Yongsheng's overt and covert businesses were undergoing a storm-like cleansing.

In an underground gambling den in the Yau Tsim Mong District, it was peak time with many gamblers. A dozen Yongsheng enforcers were patrolling the hall.

"Bang"

The iron door of the gambling den was kicked open, and two enforcers who were keeping watch outside were thrown in. A dozen men in black suits, wearing sunglasses, and holding AK47s rushed in like a gust of wind.

Two Yongsheng enforcers reacted quickly and drew their guns, but almost as soon as they did, they were riddled with bullets.

"Gamblers, get down on the ground. Yongsheng people, stand up," the foreigner shouted in broken Chinese.

Seeing the deaths, the previously chaotic crowd fell silent, and hundreds of gamblers obediently squatted on the ground.

Only seven Yongsheng enforcers remained standing, their faces filled with fear. Two or three of them even squatted down, trying to blend in.

"Boss, the numbers don't match."

"According to the information, there are fifteen Yongsheng people here, including one manager, one deputy manager, and thirteen enforcers. Including the two we dealt with at the door and the two we killed, we are still missing two people."

"That's easy."

The foreigner, called the boss, sneered and lifted a Yongsheng enforcer who was trembling with one hand, pressing the AK47 to his chin and said harshly, "Apart from the standing people, who else is your accomplice? Point them out immediately, or you die."

After about ten seconds, two Yongsheng enforcers who tried to blend in were dragged out from the crowd.

"Now that everyone is here, listen up. You have two choices."

"Either end up like them," the foreigner pointed to the two bodies on the ground.

"Or confess to your criminal activities over the years." He then pulled out a small tape recorder from his pocket.

"You have ten seconds to decide."

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

Faced with these ruthless, unidentified men, the Yongsheng people instantly broke down psychologically and began to confess their past misdeeds.

"Take them all away and deliver them to the entrance of the Hong Kong Garrison in Central. Someone will take over there."

Similar scenes were happening at Yongsheng's nightclubs, boxing gyms, restaurants, hotels, dogfighting arenas, and bars.

However, the people who stormed each location were different, including Italians, Americans, Russians, and Japanese, as if it were a premeditated UN cleansing operation.

These people were extremely efficient, decisive, and ruthless, giving a good lesson to the majority of Yongsheng's henchmen, who only knew how to wield knives.

Killing you meant killing you; a single glance could get you killed, with no room for negotiation or mercy.

To them, the lives of Yongsheng people were no different from ants.

Of course, they also faced resistance and confrontation. After all, Yongsheng was a century-old criminal organization with many brave and fierce members. However, against these well-equipped, ruthless, and far superior in both numbers and combat ability, the resistance was limited, only adding to the casualties.

Within a two-kilometer radius of the Hong Kong Garrison in Central, thousands of troops were mobilized, setting up checkpoints at intersections.

Buses arrived at the checkpoints, and within less than two hours, hundreds of Yongsheng members, with their hands tied behind their backs and name tags on their bodies, were dumped in front of the checkpoints.

Liu Dingguo, holding a telescope, observed the situation at several checkpoints from the highest point of the camp, thinking, "I wonder who hired these people. They are so efficient. Yongsheng is a powerful criminal force in Hong Kong, and in less than two hours, so many people were captured."

"Even if I personally commanded the Hong Kong Garrison, I doubt I could do better."

Three hours later, Anthony arrived at the checkpoint with a large bag of small tape recorders.

"These are the confessions. We'll leave them to you to handle."

The captain in charge nodded and said, "No problem, we will categorize and process this evidence."

At the command center, Liu Dingguo listened to his subordinate's report.

"Commander, the number of captured Yongsheng members has reached 1,637."

"So many?"

"I never expected that just one Hong Kong gang would have so many people who endanger public safety."

"Verify their identities and notify the fleet to come to the port tomorrow to escort these people back to the mainland for trial."

"Yes, sir."

In the hotel, Carlo sat comfortably on the sofa, listening to his son Fabio's feedback.

"Father, you were truly wise to use two million dollars to bribe Yongsheng's advisor and obtain detailed information about all of Yongsheng's assets. With just one night's planning, we have destroyed over 90% of their power."

Carlo sneered and said, "It's just a small gang. Our master has given us the greatest convenience. If we can't take them down in one night, what face would the Gambino family have?"

"By the way, how is the operation at the Yongsheng leadership's residence going?"

Fabio calmly said, "The people we sent there are our family's bravest warriors. Five minutes ago, I received feedback that they have completely taken over and captured the leader."

"Good. It's because this Yongsheng leader angered our master that this disaster occurred. Keep a close eye on him; don't let him have a chance to commit suicide. We'll hand him over to our master for personal handling," Carlo ordered.

On the streets of Tsim Sha Tsui, Dong, in a daze, hid in the darkness, carrying a heavy briefcase, his mind filled with the scenes of his narrow escape.

When Old Phil led the core members of the Gambino family to attack Xiang Qiang's residence and bluntly told him that Xiang Qiang's tragic fate was due to angering the Gambino family's master, Su Yang, Xiang Qiang's desire for revenge was ignited.

He had hoped for support from his subordinates, but tragically discovered that his entire force had been wiped out.

This blow was too great, and Xiang Qiang was on the brink of madness.

"Dong, take the secret passage first, bring enough explosives, and blow up the Hong Kong Cultural Center."

"Damn it, if you're going to drive me to the brink, no one will be spared. Let's all die together."

The Hong Kong Golden Image Awards ceremony was nearing its end, and Dong quietly slipped in, set the timer, placed the briefcase in a dark corner, and slipped out.

"Boss, I've completed your task. Your enemies and all the top stars in Hong Kong and China will be buried with you."

"Yongsheng is finished, but as long as I, Dong, am still alive, I will make it rise again." Dong lit a cigarette and vowed.

In a narrow alley, a sudden figure appeared, startling Dong. As the leader of Yongsheng's assassination team, his reaction was top-notch, and he immediately aimed a shot at the forehead of the figure.

Two pale fingers easily caught the bullet, and Su Yang, with an evil smile, pressed close to Dong.

"You must have done something bad."

Without giving Dong any chance to resist, Su Yang pressed his palm to Dong's forehead, and the powerful energy of the Heavenly True Qi surged in, activating the Soul Capturing Technique. Moments later, Su Yang casually crushed Dong's skull, which shattered like an eggshell, and he died instantly.

It turned out that after accompanying Xiao Wei into the Hong Kong Cultural Center, Su Yang had already released his energy to cover the entire venue, just in case.

Dong, who had sneaked in as the ceremony was about to end, and who carried a strong aura of killing intent, could not help but attract Su Yang's attention.

Under the Soul Capturing Technique, Su Yang did not waste time interrogating and learned that there was a box of explosives in the venue that could destroy several square miles, and the explosion was only two minutes away.

At this moment, Su Yang pushed his speed to the limit, not even using the door, and directly broke through several concrete walls to rush into the venue.

The sudden sound of Su Yang breaking through the walls startled the many stars, who were momentarily stunned, staring at Su Yang, who was covered in dust.

The journalists present raised their cameras, the flashlights going off in a frenzy, with the target being the first "guest" to break through the walls at the Hong Kong Golden Image Awards—Su Yang.

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