Reborn in Hong Kong Island, I can see loyalty

Chapter 534 Amidst a hail of bullets! Little Ma rushes to the rescue!

Ye Haoxuan led Abu and Feng Yuxiu out. Abu took the lead, walked to a Mercedes-Benz, opened the door, and waited for Ye Haoxuan to get in before moving to the driver's seat, opening the door, getting in, and starting the Mercedes.

The engine roared to life instantly, the tires sputtering and sparks flying as it raced toward Kowloon Walled City.

"Brother Xuan, should we bring more people?" Abu asked, gripping the steering wheel with both hands.

"Call Xiao Ma and tell him to bring a few of his men over," Ye Haoxuan nodded.

Feng Yuxiu immediately pulled out his mobile phone, his fingers flying across the dial, his tone urgent as thunder: "Brother Ma, Brother Xuan wants you to take a few men to the abandoned factory in Kowloon Walled City. Bring your weapons, it's extremely urgent!"

A hoarse yet penetrating voice came from the other end of the phone, carrying a hint of competence: "Brother Xuan? What's the situation? How many brothers do you need me to bring?"

Ye Haoxuan took the mobile phone, held it to his ear, and said:

"Save them! Take a few skilled gunmen with you, and bring your modified shotguns. Meet them at the outskirts of the abandoned factory as quickly as possible!"

Little Ma is Hung Hing's recognized gun god. Not only is his own marksmanship superb, but he is also in charge of training his men in firearms tactics. Every gunman he trains is a ruthless character who can accurately kill in chaotic battles.

"Roger that!" Xiao Ma replied without hesitation. "I'll set off right now with A-Qiang, A-Pao, and A-Lei. We'll be there on time!"

After hanging up the phone, Ye Haoxuan gestured with his chin toward the trunk: "Take out the bulletproof vest."

Feng Yuxiu hurriedly took it out, tore open the canvas bag, and three black bulletproof vests were revealed.

This was transferred out of Ye Haoxuan's personal space in advance.

His space contained all sorts of sophisticated weapons and equipment, but this secret must never be exposed; he could only prepare some in advance for emergencies.

The three men moved swiftly, putting on their bulletproof vests in just over ten seconds. The thick fabric clung to their skin, feeling heavy yet reassuring.

"Watch out, the enemy has guns. We're going to rescue a few people. They're good fighters, but they can't withstand firearms." Ye Haoxuan's eyes were cold. "Drive faster, we have to get there before they give up!"

Abu floored the accelerator, and the Mercedes roared like a wild horse, cutting through the night. The street scenes along the way rushed past, leaving only the sound of the wind whistling in his ears.

Meanwhile, inside the abandoned factory in Kowloon Walled City, a hail of bullets had already broken out.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots rang out in rapid succession, like popping beans. Bullets struck the metal shelves, sending sparks flying and debris scattering everywhere. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

The seven siblings of Tian Yangsheng huddled behind a pile of abandoned wooden crates deep inside the factory. Each of them was covered in wounds, their faces smeared with dust and blood, yet their eyes remained as fierce as wolves.

The eldest brother, Tian Yangsheng, was shirtless, his bronze muscles covered with wounds of varying depths. He had been shot in the left arm, and blood was flowing down his fingertips, soaking the ground beneath him.

But he still gripped a machete tightly, the blade still stained with the drug dealer's blood, his breathing heavy yet steady.

"Big brother, we're almost out of bullets!" The second brother, Tian Yangzhi, roared in a low voice, clutching a scavenged pistol with an empty magazine. "A-Jie's injuries are getting worse. If we don't find a way to break out soon, he won't make it!"

The youngest brother, Tian Yangjie, was huddled behind a wooden crate. A stray bullet had hit his thigh, leaving a bloody and mangled wound. His face was ashen, his lips were cracked, and he was trembling with pain, but he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound. He just stared intently at the drug dealer in front of him, his eyes filled with resentment.

Tian Yangyi, the younger sister, knelt beside him, pressing her torn clothes tightly against Tian Yangjie's wound. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she dared not cry out loud—she knew that crying now would only affect morale.

Not far away, Vulture, the leader of the Vulture Gang, had a cigarette dangling from his lips, oblivious to the fact that the cigarette butt was almost burning his fingers.

He was toying with a shiny black pistol in his hand, a cruel grin on his lips. Behind him stood a dozen drug dealers, all pointing their guns at the direction where Tian Yangsheng and his sister were hiding.

"Tian Yangsheng, stop hiding!" The vulture's voice was rough and hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against wood. "You killed my second brother and raided my warehouse. Today, I'm going to make you and your siblings die here one by one, to be buried with my second brother!"

"Dream on!" Tian Yangsheng roared, suddenly standing up and about to rush out, but was held back tightly by Tian Yangzhi.

"Brother! Don't be impulsive!" Tian Yangzhi cried out anxiously, his face flushed. "They outnumber us and have more guns. If we rush out, we'll just be throwing our lives away!"

"Are we just going to wait here to die?" Tian Yangsheng's eyes were bloodshot and red. "A-Jie can't hold on much longer. I can't let him die here!"

Seeing this, the vulture laughed even more wildly: "Shoot! Shoot at the wooden crates! I want to see how long you can hide!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The drug dealers immediately pulled the trigger, and a hail of bullets rained down on the wooden crate. The wooden planks were riddled with holes, and wood chips flew everywhere. Many bullets pierced through the crate and grazed the bodies of Tian Yangsheng and his sister, creating a perilous situation.

The situation of Tian Yangsheng and his sister has reached a dead end.

Just then, a rapid engine sound came from outside the factory, and three motorcycles sped over and stopped abruptly.

The one riding the bicycle was Xiao Ma. He was wearing a black leather jacket and carrying a modified shotgun, the gun gleaming coldly.

Behind him were three gunmen, A-Qiang, A-Pao, and A-Lei, each holding a pistol and with spare magazines at their waists. Their eyes were sharp as eagles, and they were clearly ruthless characters who had been through countless battles.

"Brother Ma, Brother Xuan hasn't arrived yet?" Ah Qiang asked in a low voice.

Xiao Ma looked up in the direction of the factory; the gunshots were clearly audible. He frowned.

"Brother Xuan should be here soon. Let's circle around to the side door first, and when he attacks from the front, we'll rush in from the side door and attack from both sides!"

The three nodded and pushed their motorcycles into the intricate alleyways of Kowloon Walled City.

The place is full of dilapidated buildings, with electrical wires tangled overhead like spider webs, and the ground is littered with garbage that emits a pungent, fishy stench. The roads are full of potholes, and you could easily slip and fall if you weren't careful.

Not long after, Ye Haoxuan's Mercedes-Benz arrived at the factory's main gate.

"Brother Xuan!" Xiao Ma ran over from the side door and reported in a low voice, "There are about twenty drug dealers inside, most of them have guns. The person we need to rescue is hiding inside, and the situation is unknown."

"We'll split into two groups." Ye Haoxuan got straight to the point, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I'll lead Abu and Azheng to break through the main gate and hold off their firepower; you take Aqiang and the others in through the side gate, find the right opportunity to pick off the key targets, and finish this quickly!"

"Understood!" Xiao Ma's eyes sharpened, and he turned around and made a gesture to A-Qiang and the other two. The four of them immediately crept towards the side door.