Yang Sheng was momentarily speechless.
He's finally certain now.
This handsome mixed-race guy in front of me must be a psychopath with mental problems!
Of course, the foreigner himself doesn't consider himself a pervert.
After the char siu rice arrived, the foreigner Wen shoveled the rice like a starving ghost, stuffing his mouth full, and mumbled indistinctly:
"Handsome, be careful later."
Just now, when I was passing by the entrance to the inner hall, I overheard Luo Rong from the British Associated Press calling Lao Ding, asking for your help.
Holy crap, the Associated Press (AP) truly lives up to its reputation as one of the top ten triads in Hong Kong. A mere leader dares to call the boss and demand people back. That guy, Law Wing, is even more powerful than Chai Kau, the head of the AP.
However, when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.
Judging from Lao Ding's words, he probably doesn't want to go head-to-head with the Commonwealth Press, especially not for the sake of a traitor like you.
Yang Sheng frowned slightly.
This was his first new world, and the missions weren't too difficult.
The two main quests are all there, but the only challenging one is finding the Imperial Guard's sword, which has no clue whatsoever. The quest to survive for three months is practically a bonus for new players.
After all, although Hong Kong was chaotic and morally ambiguous in this era, it was still possible to live peacefully for three months without any problems.
But now, on only the first day, he is facing this dead end.
If Hong Shenglian really handed him over, Luo Rong would definitely put him in a sack and sink him in international waters immediately.
If he were to flee, he would face pursuit by both gangs.
Whether we can survive for three months is still unknown, and how do we complete the other main quest?
Although Wang Pangzi temporarily elevated his martial arts skills to near the level of a grandmaster, he was not a superhuman. Even a god would find it difficult to defend against several guns pointed at him at the same time.
Even the legendary Bagua master Cheng Tinghua, whose martial arts were unparalleled, died amidst a hail of bullets.
Moreover, the name of this reincarnation world is Dragon City Conquest, and the side quests are also related to the Dragon City Arena. The main storyline should be the same.
If I forcibly leave the club and take a risky path, the most likely outcome is that I will drift further and further away from the main quest.
Therefore, the solution to the current predicament lies within the student organization.
Yang Sheng put down his chopsticks, a thoughtful look appearing in his eyes.
As Fatty Wang said before, in the cycle of reincarnation, you not only need to rely on your fists, but also on your brains.
Actually, Fatty Wang didn't expect Yang Sheng to be so fierce, giving him a hellish start right from the beginning.
If another newcomer had taken the stage at the Dragon City Arena at the start, they might not have been as ruthless and decisive as Yang Sheng. A stronger one would have only managed to defeat Ruan Feng, while a weaker one could have relied on the newcomer rewards to protect themselves.
In any case, they were able to slowly build their influence within the organization, seeking to complete their missions without striving for merit or making mistakes.
As a result, Yang Sheng did something quite different. He immediately killed a double-flowered red stick member of the British Associated Press. He was certainly impressive, but he also got himself into a dead end.
"You just said that Luo Rong is more powerful than Chai Jiu, the head of the British Associated Press? During the Dragon City Championship, Luo Rong just left without saying goodbye to Chai Jiu?"
The foreigner swallowed a large mouthful of rice, almost choking and rolling his eyes back, before catching his breath and saying:
"Luo Rong is the strongest leader of the British Associated Press right now. Two of the three tigers of the British Associated Press are under his command. Of course, he is more powerful than Chai Jiu."
As a triad leader, he wields more power than 80% of the triad bosses in Hong Kong.
"And what about Chai Jiu? Doesn't he have any complaints?"
The foreigner laughed and said, "Of course I'm dissatisfied, but what can I do when the situation is against me? It's just like Lao Ding."
Chai Jiu, nicknamed Prince Jiu, is of the same generation as Lao Ding, but he is not yet forty years old.
His father was quite imposing.
Chai Hongtu, the head of the British Associated Press, was a direct descendant of the Hongmen (Triads). It is said that he joined Chen Qimei in a rebellion with a gun when he was fifteen years old.
After being assassinated, Chen Qimei was disheartened and came to Hong Kong alone to establish the British Associated Press.
However, this old fellow lived too long, only stepping down as head of the British Associated Press in his seventies, allowing his youngest son, Chai Jiu, to take over. But Chai Hongtu also died less than two years later.
Chai Hongtu's first eight sons all died due to gang warfare and various accidents. Only his youngest son, Chai Jiu, was best protected by him and had never been involved in gang affairs.
Therefore, when Chai Jiu first came to power, the senior members of the British Associated Press would certainly support him because of Chai Hongtu's previous prestige and favors.
However, Luo Rong and other leaders who had built their territories through their own strength never really took Chai Jiu seriously, believing that Chai Jiu was only qualified to be the head of the British Society because he had a good father.
The previous leader of the Hongmen was also called "Old Wai Emperor." Even though Chai Jiu had become the leader of the British Associated Press, they still called him "Prince Jiu," which wasn't a compliment, but rather a mockery that he only deserved to be a prince.
After listening to what the foreigner said, Yang Sheng suddenly thought of something and nodded thoughtfully.
Just then, one of the underlings from the other side of the gang shouted over here, "Yang Sheng! Boss wants you to come over!"
Yang Sheng stood up and said to the foreigner, "Thanks, but why did you remind me? Aren't you afraid of being punished by Uncle Wen if he finds out?"
While shoveling rice into his mouth, the foreigner Wen said without looking up, "Put yourself in their shoes. We're all low-level 49ers. Nobody wants to be betrayed after doing something for the gang."
Although my mentor is Uncle Wen, one of the three elders of Hung Sheng Lian, he is still just a nobody. If he can hand you over, he can also hand me over.
Helping you is also helping myself. This door cannot be opened; if it is, the hearts of Hong Shenglian will fall apart.
Although Hung Sheng Lian is just a sunset club, I'm quite comfortable here, and I don't want the club to go from sunset to complete decline.
Yang Sheng nodded, gave the foreigner a deep look, and then turned and entered the hall.
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