CHAPTER 140: 【098】THE LU FAMILY’S SURPRISE RAID (PART 1)_3

"That’s fine, let those who want to join Zhang Jinbao’s men go ahead. Everyone’s far from home just trying to make a living; there’s no need for a bloody conflict," Huang Ao nodded in agreement without any hesitation.

As a native of Min Province, if it came down to comparing hometown connections, the combined forces of Zhang Jinbao and Wu Hujie were no match for his.

It was precisely because Huang Ao was kind-hearted and never went too far that Zhang Jinbao and Wu Hujie managed to form a three-way power structure with him in the factory.

"Alright, boss, I’ll go tell them the good news."

The factory was peaceful and quiet, with no one realizing that at that moment, a massive danger was silently approaching from outside the mountains.

Rumble!

On the muddy, slippery dirt road, three Jeep Wranglers sped through the mountain road at night.

"Who would think the main base of the Zheng’s Zhong Jun Hall would be hidden in these remote mountains? It’s impossible to find without a guide," said the bald man sitting in the passenger seat of the leading Wrangler, cursing as he looked out at the mountainous forest.

The young man driving beside him smiled slightly, "The Zhong Jun Hall’s herbal business spans across Southeast Asia, with many overseas consortia eyeing this lucrative venture. Naturally, they must be cautious."

"Young man from the Lu family, when we get to the destination later, should we just rush in and search for the Purple Ganoderma?" someone in the back seat asked.

"Exactly. According to our previous investigations, since firearms are prohibited on the mainland, it’s unlikely there are any guns in the Zheng family’s factory, so you don’t have to worry about being threatened by handguns,

Also, apart from the three experts named Zhang Jinbao, Wu Hujie, and Huang Ao, no one else in the Zheng’s factory is worth worrying about. They stand no chance against you, just go all out,

Tonight, whether it’s smashing, burning, or looting, you have to find the Purple Ganoderma, but remember, you absolutely cannot kill anyone, or no one will be able to save you," the young man said seriously.

"Only three experts? I’ll be the first to challenge them later. I’ve heard that martial arts on the mainland have fallen behind, and the so-called experts are just performers. Today, I, the ’Vajra Lion’ from Yau Tsim Mong, will show these mainland Martial Artists what real martial arts are!"

"I also want a challenge. My Iron Cloth Shirt has recently improved, and I haven’t found anyone to test its power against. Tonight should be interesting!"

The faces of the martial arts experts in the car all bore cruel, ferocious smiles, like beasts ready to devour someone.

In Hong Kong, where an underworld still exists and security isn’t as tight as on the mainland, the scenarios depicted in gangster films still play out today.

The fifteen Ming Jin experts brought by the Lu family this time all earned their reputations fighting on the streets, with blood on their hands and lives on their consciences, each a tough nut to crack.

All that can be said is that the Zheng family’s factory is truly facing impending disaster this time.

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"I think our security post must be one of the most idle jobs in the world, comparable to selling swimwear in Iceland, fire safety manuals at a fire station, or combs at the Shaolin Temple."

In the security post beside the factory gate, two middle-aged men in security uniforms chatted idly, each holding a thermos.

Judging by their plump faces and bellies straining against their uniforms like tight-fitting suits, you could tell that if any real danger occurred, they would have no ability to resist—just figures stationed there for show.

"Exactly, who would idly wander into these deep mountains looking for trouble? Old Lin, I’m planning to take a few days off from the factory. Do you need me to bring anything back for you?"

"Some Chaozhou pickled seafood and sauce-dipped seafood would be great. I haven’t had it in a while and miss that taste with my drinks."

Buzzing sounds buzz buzz!

At that moment, the roar of engines suddenly sounded from afar. The two security guards looked up, seeing several car lights speeding quickly along the mountain road.

At an overwhelming speed, they collided with the factory’s iron gate.

The oncoming vehicles were Jeep Wranglers, with riot-control steel frames mounted on each front end. With that impact, the factory’s iron gate collapsed to the ground, unable to withstand, leaving free entry for the intruders.

"Knock out the security guards, don’t give them a chance to call the police!"

A figure pushed open the car door and quickly jumped out, kicking open the security post door, stepping directly inside, with a mocking look at the two middle-aged security guards who were already scared stiff.

"What, what are you doing? You are committing a crime now, do you even know that?" one guard rose, his trembling lips warning them.

He had worked at the factory for eight years and had never encountered anything like this before, it was too terrifying.

"Fat boy loser, eat shit!"

The Ming Jin expert from Hong Kong opened his fists quickly, knocking the two security guards unconscious in a blink of an eye, taking their phones and walkie-talkies and crushing them, then stepped out of the security post, rushing into the factory with quick steps.

The mainland is not like Hong Kong; nothing can be handled using Hong Kong logic. If they delay too long and attract the local police, these Ming Jin experts would not escape the fate of eating bullets.