"Boss, this is an invitation from the Hongmen."

That day, Lin Dong was having breakfast in his rented room when Feng Zi, who hadn't returned home all night, handed him a red invitation as soon as he entered.

Lin Dong accepted the invitation and opened it.

Inside were two lines of vigorous and powerful calligraphy.

The words were golden, and they were exceptionally dazzling in the morning light.

[At noon today, we will be waiting for your arrival at Baxianju Restaurant.]

[Hongmen]

Concise and to the point is the style of the Hongmen.

"Hmph, Baxianju?"

Lin Dong snorted and gently placed the invitation on the dining table:

"It's time to meet these old guys."

......

12 noon.

Lin Dong arrived at Baxianju Restaurant, located in the East District of Chinatown, on time.

He came alone today, dressed in a black suit.

The guards at the gate saw Lin Dong but did not stop him; instead, they readily let him pass.

Because the sect leader had given the order long ago:

Lin Dongruo has arrived, and no one is allowed to stop him!

At the entrance of Juxiangtang.

Xiong Yaolin, with a full head of white hair, personally led seven Hongmen leaders to line up and welcome him.

The Hongmen hasn't seen such a grand display in a long time.

"This must be Boss Lin of the Dragon Gang, right?"

"What a handsome and promising young man!"

As soon as Lin Dong entered the front yard, a loud but aged voice rang out.

He looked up and his gaze was immediately drawn to the white-haired old man in the center of the crowd.

Judging from this man's appearance and demeanor, it's no surprise that he is Xiong Yaolin, the leader of the Hongmen.

However, being cautious by nature, Boss Lin still habitually activated his Black Gold Eye to scan the area:

[Ding!]

[Target individuals identified for illicit activities.]

[Xiong Yaolin, male, 73 years old, head of the Hongmen (leadership), president of the Overseas Chinese Chamber of Commerce, involved in 632 cases of smuggling, arms trafficking, hiring hitmen, and assault, with illicit gains valued at 18.657 billion yuan.]

[Hidden Location of Black Gold 1: 86 Yangliu Alley, Chinatown, New York...]

[Ding!]

[Target of Black Money Detection]

[Zhou Hanyu, nicknamed "Fish Boy," male, 45 years old, head of the Baohua Hall of the Hongmen, involved in 397 cases including oil smuggling, violent demolitions, arms trafficking, and hiring thugs to commit murder and assault. His illicit gains amount to 3.7187 billion yuan.]

[Hidden Location of Black Gold 1: 129 Yangliu Alley, Chinatown, New York...]

[Ding!]

[Target of Black Money Detection]

[Chen Jin, nicknamed "Fat Man Jin," male, 64 years old, head of the Hongmen Baolu Hall, involved in 375 cases including operating casinos and hiring hitmen, with illicit gains valued at 2.3846 billion yuan.]

[Hidden Location of Black Gold 1: 31 Mingzheng Road, Chinatown, New York...]

......

A series of system notification sounds flooded Lin Dong's mind.

Most of these people's illicit wealth is hidden in New York City.

Some of the black gold had already been converted by Lin Dong during his previous street sweeps, but there were always some that slipped through the net, so of course he converted them all this time.

The Hongmen leaders who came to greet Lin Dong clasped their hands in a salute, and Lin Dong, following the rules of the underworld, returned the salute in kind.

"Greetings to Elder Xiong of the Hongmen, and greetings to all the Hongmen leaders!"

The etiquette was not complicated, nor was there much insincere small talk.

The two sides clasped their hands in a salute, introduced themselves to each other, and then entered the main hall of Juxiangtang.

Inside the hall, the usual aroma of tea has been replaced by the rich fragrance of wine and food.

The aroma of wine mingled with the rich fragrance of meat and vegetables, filling the air with a delightful scent.

On the south side of the hall, a large rosewood octagonal table was piled high with freshly served delicacies.

Eight bottles of 15-year-old Moutai were arranged in a circle, neatly placed in the center of the table.

Bird's nest and shredded chicken soup, Wensi tofu, steamed sea bass, boiled Australian lobster, shark fin soup, roast suckling pig, crispy duck, spicy chicken, green bean rolls, radish cake...

This kind of cuisine is both understated and luxurious.

"Since this is your first visit, Boss Lin, we have nothing much to offer but a simple meal and some wine. We hope you won't find it offensive."

Xiong Yaolin led Lin Dong to the seat of honor and politely gestured for him to sit down.

Lin Dong smiled slightly: "Sect Leader Xiong, you're too kind."

The host and guests took their seats.

Two young women in green robes poured a glass of Moutai for each of them.

The aroma of wine in the air was even stronger.

"It's a rare treat for Boss Lin to grace us with his presence at our Hongmen Baxianju restaurant today. How about we toast Boss Lin with this first cup together?"

Xiong Yaolin, as expected of someone who has seen a lot, speaks eloquently and persuasively, making people feel comfortable and pleased.

"That's right, this cup of wine is a toast!"

"Yes, let's all pay our respects to Boss Lin."

......

As the saying goes...

At a banquet, it's hard to refuse the warm hospitality; no matter how many people toast you, you can't turn down the first drink.

"You're too kind, everyone. Let's finish this drink!"

Lin Dong boldly picked up his wine glass, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

As the wine went down my throat, a fiery sensation shot straight down into my stomach, leaving me feeling warm all over.

"Let me drink the second cup, Boss Lin. The people I admire most in my life are the heroes who fought against the Japanese and foreigners."

Zhou Hanyu, a burly man, stood up, holding a wine glass:

"Boss Lin's heroic act has enhanced the prestige of the Chinese people and shaken the reputation of the Jianghu (江湖, the martial arts world). It is truly a great achievement in my life. I salute you!"

After saying that, Zhou Hanyu tilted his head back and drank the wine in one gulp.

Lin Dong accepted all offers and drank another glass of wine.

Fifteen-year-old Maotai has a mellow and rich flavor.

With Lin Dong's current physique, let alone a few cups of wine, even if you soaked him in yeast for three days and three nights, he wouldn't get drunk.

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