Lian Xiaomin thought that many police officers in Hong Kong Island today were members of gangs. These people were very familiar with various societies and had very delicate relationships with the leaders of each gang.

It's all an exchange of interests. People like this can do better with the support of gangs, while the British will not care as long as they get the benefits.

In turn, these detectives also become the umbrellas for the gangs.

Fighting between gangs is an ever-present problem; it just depends on who is stronger.

She remembered something and asked, "You have robbed a lot of 13k territory in the past. Now that you have quit the gang, will they cause trouble for you?"

Lawrence Lu lit another cigarette and said slowly, “Of course they will, but they don’t dare to come openly easily. They can’t beat me in a fight. I’m afraid they will trip me up secretly after the hotel officially opens.”

"However, we have to deal with the enemy with our own strengths. At least Mr. Song and Xin Yi'an are our backers in Tsim Sha Tsui, and Brother Bin is also very helpful. Everything is fine at the moment."

…

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the rain finally stopped. After days of fatigue, Lu Guanjie was really sleepy. He went to the main room to scoop a basin of water, washed up simply, and went to the west room to sleep.

There is a lot of time to talk.

Lian Xiaomin left a flashlight with him, told him where the toilet was in the yard, then turned around, closed the door and left.

It was the first time in Lu Guanjie’s life that he lay on a hard kang in the Northeast, but his heart was filled with extreme joy.

Finally, he came to Amin's small mountain village after traveling thousands of miles and met the person he longed to see, and the other person seemed to be in love with him!

This sense of happiness slowly diluted the bitterness of his gloomy and lonely life over the years.