Two days later, on Hong Kong Island, at the Jiulong Peninsula.

At the famous intersection of Kung Tsz Road and Shek Kau Street, there is a restaurant called "Tim Kee Tea Restaurant".

It was nearly noon, and there were quite a few people coming into the restaurant to eat.

Two male police officers in gray-green military uniforms strolled leisurely into the restaurant.

"Officer, you're here? Please come in."

The chubby shop owner, who was sitting behind the cashier, stood up and greeted us warmly.

"Tim Kee, today's routine: two servings of char siu and sliced ​​chicken, two sunny-side-up eggs, and two iced lemon drinks."

The middle-aged policeman in uniform, who was in the lead, spoke loudly and led the way to an empty booth on the left.

The two sat down and took off their hats, placing them on the dining table.

"Please wait a moment, officers, it will be ready soon."

Fatty Tianji wrote the menu himself, walked slowly to the food pick-up window, and handed the menu to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, two servings of Hong Kong-style double-portion rice with egg were placed on the table of the uniformed police officers.

On a chilly winter day, enjoying a hearty lunch with an iced lemonade brings a refreshing feeling that is the most relaxing moment of the day for these patrol officers.

"Boss, bring me three servings of curry beef rice, three servings of fish balls, a plate of bok choy, and three iced Cokes, that'll be perfect!"

Three flashy, slovenly-looking young men walked into the restaurant and arrogantly looked around as soon as they entered.

"Received. You're here early today, Explosive Brother. Please come in."

The chubby boss quickly greeted them and turned to go into the kitchen to place the order.

Seeing that all the booths were full of customers, the blond, muscular young man known as "Explosive Popularity" cracked his neck, revealing colorful tattoos inside his collar:

"Hey, where do you think we should sit? The uniformed officer? Or that pink-haired guy in the red jacket?"

"Bro, you're in charge, hehe..."

A short, somewhat hunchbacked man standing nearby responded with an awkward laugh.

In Shek Kwu Street, who doesn't know that when Brother Explosive Fire goes crazy, he even dares to provoke the police?

"Let's play a game of coin toss. If you lose, you choose the military uniform; if you win, you choose the jacket."

"Burstfire Bro, maybe we should just give up?"

The dwarf looked miserable, almost turning into a bitter gourd.

Explosive Fire slammed his palm hard on his head, cursing:

"Guess quickly!"

"All right."

"Five champions!" "Good buddies!"

"Eight horses!" "Sixes bring good fortune!"

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The two stood at the entrance of the tea restaurant, playing a drinking game and shouting as if no one else was around, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

Seeing that they were three not-so-friendly gangsters, many people looked away, not daring to utter a sound, and buried their heads in their food.

The two men in uniform exchanged a glance, and the older one shook his head, indicating that they should mind their own business.

"You win, shorty! Let's go pick out a jacket!"

The three men swaggered over to a booth where a man of about thirty-five or thirty-six years old was sitting, wearing a striking red jacket.

"What's a grown man doing wearing a red jacket? Is it Luo Jing or Zeng Qing who's here for a meal?"

Explosive Fire plopped down opposite the man in the jacket and spat on the ground.

"Bro, what I wear is none of your business!"

The man in the jacket stopped eating, looked up at the three of them, and chuckled.

"Damn, he dares to talk back! Bro, he actually dares to talk back!"

The short, wiry man suddenly stood up, ready to rush forward and unleash his fury.

Explosive Fire reached out and stopped him, grinning at the man in the jacket:

"You little punk, do you know who I am? Dare to talk back?"

"I don't care who you are, just don't get in my way of eating."

"You're something else, really arrogant, even more so than when I became famous? Okay, you've finished your food, get lost!"

Bao Huo was so angry that he laughed and spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the jacket-wearing man's plate.

"Let's see how you eat now! Hahaha..."

The three young thugs laughed gleefully, completely disregarding the man in the jacket and even the police officer two tables away.

The man in the jacket put down his chopsticks, not angry at all. He silently picked up a glass bottle of cola and took a sip through the straw.

The next second, without warning, the man in the jacket swung the soda bottle and smashed it hard on the man's head.

"Bang!"

The glass bottle shattered, a scream rang out, and with a crash, the entire booth was thrown into chaos.

"Go get that shovel, and get him!"

Explosive Fire clutched his head, which was gushing blood, and screamed wildly.

Two of his men grabbed the plates and ashtrays from the table and charged at the man in the jacket.

The man in the jacket was no pushover either. He swiftly grabbed a beer bottle from the next table and unleashed a ruthless barrage of attacks on the three of them.

Judging from his skills, he's no ordinary person.

In less than twenty seconds, the three provocative thugs were all knocked down by the man in the jacket.

One by one, they lay on the ground, bleeding from their heads, groaning in pain.

"Stop!"

The two uniformed police officers finally realized what was happening. They left the table, their right hands touching their gun holsters, and pointed at the man in the jacket with their left hands, shouting at him to stop:

"Put your hands behind your head and squat down!"

The man in the red jacket kicked Explosive Fire hard one last time, spat in his face with a "pui" sound, then covered his head with his hands and slowly squatted down on the ground.

The tea restaurant was in complete chaos, with many diners carelessly tossing banknotes on the table and rushing out the door.

The portly owner of the tea restaurant, Tim Kee, cowered behind the cashier, his face deathly pale, thinking dejectedly:

What's wrong with this guy in the jacket? He even dared to hit one of the henchmen of the Dong Sheng Gang?

This thing became incredibly popular in Dongsheng, and I heard it has quite a powerful backing.

Will the Dongsheng Gang hold them accountable?

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