Chapter 3: Suspected of being an undercover agent?

The night was as dark as ink. The Toyota drove over the damp streets of Kowloon and stopped at the end of a dark alley.

Li Hanzhou got out of the car first, his muscles taut beneath his black vest.

Ah Gui followed closely behind, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

Fang Che was the last to get off the bus. His legs gave way, and he almost lost his balance.

This body is really too weak!

He was inwardly wailing, but outwardly he tried to remain calm. He jogged a few steps to catch up with Li Hanzhou, but was blocked by A Gui.

"This is a solemn place, not a place for a kid like you to play. Stay outside and guard it!"

Fang Che pursed his lips, remained silent, and couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention.

He knew now was not the time to argue.

The old, gloomy tenement building in front of me had white lanterns hanging at the entrance, swaying in the wind.

Suppressed cries and chanting could be faintly heard, the air thick with the scent of incense and the smell of death.

Fang Che shivered.

This atmosphere is even more exciting than watching a horror movie.

Li Hanzhou paused, then turned to look at him.

"Stay close, don't look around, and don't talk."

"Understood, Brother Li!" Fang Che nodded immediately.

The funeral hall was dimly lit.

Two black lacquered coffins were placed in the center, with flickering candlelight in front of them.

Dozens of members of the Heyitang stood with their heads bowed, the atmosphere heavy.

Li Hanzhou's appearance attracted everyone's attention.

He walked to the coffin, silently offered incense, and bowed.

His back was straight, yet shrouded in gloom.

Fang Che obediently shrank behind him, his head lowered and his eyes subtly scanning the entire mourning hall.

Among these people, who is the mole?

The original text describes it as "a wretched dog".

What does he look like?

His gaze swept over faces that were either sad or numb.

Suddenly, he noticed a tall, thin man in the shadows of the corner.

The man's eyes darted around, he kept wiping sweat with his sleeve, and glanced at the door every now and then.

Fang Che's heart skipped a beat.

He wanted to remind Li Hanzhou, but then remembered the warning, so he cleared his throat forcefully.

"cough!"

The sound seemed abrupt in the silence.

Li Hanzhou turned his head and gave him a warning glance.

Ah Gui's eyes were even more fierce.

Just then—

"Clang!!"

The door to the funeral hall was suddenly kicked open, sending splinters flying!

"The Dong Sheng Society sends Master Li and Uncle Long on their way!!"

With a roar, a dark mass of thugs surged in, led by the same blond-haired leader from earlier that day, a burly man with a scar on his face.

The real mole has already sent the signal.

"Protect Brother Li!"

"Let's fight them!"

The funeral hall erupted in chaos.

Ah Gui roared and grabbed a long bench, charging into the enemy ranks.

Li Hanzhou's eyes were icy cold as he drew his short knife with a swift and ruthless motion.

Fang Che felt a chill run down his spine and wanted to find a place to hide.

But the next second, he saw Li Hanzhou being entangled by three people, while someone raised a knife to launch a sneak attack from the side!

Ah Gui was also surrounded by the two and couldn't escape.

No way! We can't let the big boss get hurt!

Fang Che immediately looked around, grabbed the nearest fruit offering on the table, and threw it at the person who had attacked him.

"Screw you!"

"Smack!"

An apple hit the back of his head, splashing juice everywhere.

Although it didn't hurt, it successfully interrupted the other person.

Dong Sheng turned around in a daze: "Who threw me?!"

Seizing the opportunity, Li Hanzhou flicked his wrist, and his short sword flashed with cold light as he dealt with the enemy in front of him, while simultaneously dodging another person to the side.

He glanced at Fang Che briefly, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Seeing that his attack was effective, Fang Che grew bolder and began to use both hands, attacking with apples, oranges, sticky rice chicken...

He threw whatever was at hand, chanting in Northeastern dialect, "I'll smash you to death, you bastard! You dared to sneak up on me!"

His haphazard "ranged attacks," though causing no real damage, disrupted Dong Shengzai's mindset, distracting them from their attempts to dodge.

With the pressure on Li Hanzhou and A Gui lessened, their offensive intensified.

The morale of the brothers from Heyitang was greatly boosted.

Seeing that the Dong Sheng Society's surprise attack was about to be repelled, Mad Dog Qiang's face turned ashen, and he began to consider retreating.

Just then—

"Slap, slap, slap..."

Three slow claps came from the doorway.

A figure, out of place in the mourning hall, slowly walked in.

He was wearing a silver-gray suit, gold-rimmed glasses, his hair was neatly styled, and he had a smile on his lips.

Two bodyguards in black followed behind him.

“That was truly remarkable.” The man spoke, his voice gentle yet scrutinizing. “Li Hanzhou, it’s been so many years, you’re still as impulsive as ever.”

Li Hanzhou's pupils contracted sharply, and his killing intent almost solidified as he squeezed out three words through gritted teeth: "Jiang, Tian, ​​Qi!"

The heir of the Dong Sheng Society!

Li Hanzhou's most formidable opponent in the future!

Fang Che's heart sank.

Oh no! Why did he show up ahead of schedule?

In the original novel, Jiang Tianqi is ruthless and cunning, a tough nut to crack!

Sure enough, the situation instantly reversed with his appearance.

With the addition of his men, the Dong Sheng Society regained the upper hand.

Several of the Heyitang brothers were injured, and Li Hanzhou and Agui could only fight and retreat.

Ignoring Li Hanzhou's gaze, Jiang Tianqi's eyes swept over the messy mourning hall, past A Gui, and finally stopped on Fang Che's face, who was hiding behind Li Hanzhou and breathing slightly.

His gaze lingered on Fang Che's face for a moment, a look of amazement flashing across his eyes.

"Heh," Jiang Tianqi chuckled, turning back to Li Hanzhou, "Boss Li, you're bringing such a pretty young lady to keep vigil? No wonder you were sold out without even realizing it."

Li Hanzhou's eyes were icy: "What do you mean?"

“The meaning is very simple.” Jiang Tianqi spread his hands. “You think it’s over once you’ve found a messenger? The real mole is buried deeper than you think.”

His gaze swept over Fang Che again, with a meaningful look in his eyes.

Fang Che thought, "Jiang Tianqi looks decent enough, but why does he say such unpleasant things?"

What does "little beauty" mean? What does it mean to "be sold out without even knowing it"?

Still staring at him? What are you looking at!

I've never seen such a "real man" Northeastern guy before!

With his explosive temper, how could he tolerate it?

Fang Che immediately leaned halfway out from behind Li Hanzhou, and in his unique accent, a mix of thick Northeastern dialect and broken Cantonese, he fired at Jiang Tianqi: "Hey, you! Wearing glasses doesn't make you a cultured person, does it? Why are you spouting nonsense? Who's the beauty? Who got sold out? I think you're the one who's running a pyramid scheme and selling insurance! Trying to sow discord here, don't you have any morals?!"

After the outpouring of words, an eerie silence fell over the mourning hall.

Even the henchmen who were fighting slowed down a bit, unable to resist looking at the incredibly handsome young man who was full of arrogance when he cursed.

Li Hanzhou frowned slightly and pulled Fang Che further behind him.

Is this little guy really that bold, or just really stupid?

Who is Jiang Tianqi? How dare he point his finger at me and curse like that?

Jiang Tianqi's smile froze, his gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses sharpened as he scrutinized Fang Che, as if he had discovered something interesting: "Heh... not only is she beautiful, but she's also got a fiery temper. Li Hanzhou, where did you get such a treasure?"

"None of your business." Li Hanzhou's voice was icy, his grip on the short knife tightening.

Jiang Tianqi's appearance signifies that the situation has completely spiraled out of control, and the Dongsheng Society is determined to wipe him out.

“Of course it’s none of my business,” Jiang Tianqi said slowly, dusting off his suit. “I’m just curious, is this ‘stunning beauty’ of unknown origin just good luck, or… a ‘gift’ that someone specially sent to you?”

He deliberately emphasized the word "gift," his gaze sweeping between Li Hanzhou and Fang Che.