Chapter 55 What do these punks brandishing blades and guns even amount to!

Old Wan smiled as he looked at Yang Mi. "Little Yang, actually, there's something I've never quite figured out."

Yang Mi cracked a melon seed casually, her lips parting and closing. "Go ahead, spit it out."

"I think things have been overcomplicated," Old Wan shook his head and said bluntly. "Why make it so troublesome? Back during the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, we beat the old Americans down into the dust. What do these triad punks, waving knives and guns around, even amount to?"

Dongguan Mouth, listening from the side, broke out in a cold sweat. This old man was fiercely dominant... It was a good thing he had come to his senses early.

Yang Mi straightened her face. "Comrade Wan Huajun, how old are you this year?"

"Um... huh?" Old Wan frowned. "Over fifty, so what?"

Yang Mi's gaze was stern. "Let me ask you, if the People's Liberation Army moves in, can they solve these problems?"

Old Wan sneered with utter disdain. "Ha! All these noisy rabble in Hong Kong, what are they worth? They aren't worth a fart!"

Yang Mi kept her face straight. "But do you know? Hong Kong is one of the world's top three financial centers, known as NYHK (New York-London-Hong Kong). Concerning its future, the higher-ups have held meetings and discussed it many times, ultimately reaching this conclusion:

Comrade Old Wan, the only thing we need to do is execute it one hundred percent, even if it means being shattered to pieces. Please do not bring this matter up again in the future!"

After a long silence, Old Wan sighed. "I understand. After the reform and opening up, the motherland needs a calling card."

Yang Mi suddenly smiled, and then casually went back to cracking her melon seeds.

After thinking for a moment, Old Wan posed his final question. "We can leave the Hong Lok faction alone for now, but what are your thoughts on the Kowloon Walled City?"

Yang Mi shook her head slightly, her expression somewhat hesitant. "An entry point is very difficult. I haven't figured out what to do yet."

As night fell, inside Ying Si's small apartment, Liu Haizhu frowned as he looked around her empty room. A moment later, he stepped inside.

It felt a bit chilly. He walked over to the window and closed it.

Why isn't she back yet?

"Hmm?"

This fellow's eyes flashed, and he reached out to pick up a photo frame from the bookshelf.

It was a picture of two people, taken in the suburbs.

Under the sunlight, two smiling faces. One was Ying Si, and the other was the young man in black who had rescued him in Portland Street that day—the one many people spoke of with apprehension: Chan Ho-nam of Causeway Bay!

Tsk tsk. He really had quite some style. In terms of looks, he was practically just as handsome as himself.

"Brother-in-law."

A soft whisper interrupted his train of thought. Liu Haizhu instinctively put the photo frame back.

Luo Xiaoni hugged her sleeping-bag bear, walked up to him, and gently tugged on his sleeve. "Are your feelings hurt? Come on, hug me!"

Liu Haizhu's heart warmed slightly, and he gently picked up little Nini.

"Muah!"

Luo Nini planted a fierce kiss on her brother-in-law's cheek, finally satisfied. Pointing her small finger toward the photo frame, she said, "That's Brother Nam. He's not as handsome as you, don't worry."

With doting eyes, Liu Haizhu asked, "Where's your sister?"

Nini thought for a moment and sold her out without a shred of hesitation: "Your wife probably went to NOVA Bar. I think she's in a bad mood, you should go find her and bring her back."

Liu Haizhu gently pinched her chubby little cheek. "Aren't you coming with me?"

"No way," Nini puffed out her cheeks and instructed him earnestly. "I'm still so young, how would they let me into a bar? I'm going to sleep now, la la la."

"Haha!"

Liu Haizhu laughed, carried her back to her room, and tucked her into bed.

"Good night."

"Mhm," Nini raised her pink little fist and said solemnly, "I'm going to grow up fast, and then marry you along with my sister!"

"Haha, alright!"

Liu Haizhu gently flicked her forehead, turned off the light, and closed the door.

Where is this NOVA Bar anyway?

Come to think of it, the name was quite a tongue-twister.

Walking out the door, the fellow waved and hailed a taxi.

Yuen Long, San Tin Street, NOVA Bar.

This was Tung Shing's territory. The parking valet at the door had sharp eyes. Seeing someone approach, he went up to him with familiar familiarity: "Big Brother Haizhu, why are you here?"

Two or three 'blue lanterns' and 'straw sandals' also eagerly swarmed around.

"Brother Haizhu!"
"Brother Haizhu!"

No kidding, Haizhu was currently Tung Shing's hottest Twin Flower Red Pole. If one could latch onto this boat, the future would be bright!

Faced with their enthusiasm, the fellow nodded to each of them and asked, "Where is Ying Si?"

"Big Sister? She's inside drinking. Brother Wah is with her."

"Yeah, Big Sister seems to be in a bad mood, and none of us could persuade her otherwise."

Liu Haizhu frowned. "Take me to her!"

The leading underling wore a smile as bright as a flower and eagerly stepped up to guide the way. "Come on, Boss Haizhu, I'll take you!"

The few guys next to him were instantly dumbfounded. *Damn, you're that smooth?!*

"Heh, alright."

Liu Haizhu walked and asked, "What's your name? Who do you report to?"

*Slap!*

Hearing this, this particularly sharp-looking underling immediately stood at attention and made a hand gesture: "Good day, Boss! Just call me Le Yat Chai. I currently eat from Emperor Brother's bowl, and my rank in the branch is Iron Plate, not yet officially initiated."

"Mhm!"

Liu Haizhu smiled. How could he not see through this kid's intentions? Yet he deliberately didn't take the bait, wanting to tease him a bit.

As they walked, Liu Haizhu asked with a smile, "Do you want to follow me?"

Le Yat Chai was instantly thrilled. "W-willing! Boss, are you serious?"

"I'll have a word with Emperor. In a few days, go over to Tuen Mun and help me out."

"Got it!"

Overjoyed, Le Yat Chai led him through the crowd of busy young men and women, pointing to a small table near the front. "Brother Haizhu, look, Brother Wah and Big Sister are over there."

*Whoosh!*

Sky Force Wah turned his head, spotted Liu Haizhu, gave him a stiff nod, and stood up to leave.

For some reason, Brother Wah felt that whenever he ran into this kid, nothing good ever happened.

The first time: Sha Meng took his money to do business, and the project department was all set up, only for this kid to show up and beat him straight to death.

The second time: That night in Tuen Mun, after analyzing and re-analyzing using Zhuge Liang's brain... he finally poured his entire net worth into placing a heavy bet on Scarface Fai to win.

The result? He lost down to his last pair of underwear, and ended up owing Szeto a mountain of debts.

They simply weren't astrologically compatible!

Seeing Big Brother Wah leave, Le Yat Chai blinked, cleverly keeping his mouth shut, before turning to Liu Haizhu and directly changing his address: "Boss, do you need any help?"

Liu Haizhu smiled and didn't answer. He stepped forward and scooped up Ying Si, who was basically dead drunk.

Then, looking at Le Yat Chai, he asked, "Do you have a car?"

"I do!"

"Let's go, back we go."

"Yes, Big Boss!"

Out in the dark night, Finger-Broken Chung walked alone down the street in a state of utter dejection, his clothes in tatters.

From head to toe, he looked as though he had been plowed over eight hundred times in a farmland—so miserably pathetic that it was hard to look upon.

As he walked, Big Chung started to laugh.

Whatever.

If they see me, they see me. If they want to laugh, let them laugh...

Anyway, he had lost all will to live. Let it all collapse, let it explode... whatever happens, happens.

Seriously, Big Sister, you're something else.

If you wanted to run, you ran, but how could you abandon loyal Big Chung to that bastard Brother Nam? That's not very nice, is it...