"Of course I know that."
That kid is a fierce dragon. Although I don't know why he stayed in Hong Sheng Lian, it's clear that those three old guys can't control him.
The entire Hong Kong entertainment industry is now stagnant; it's difficult for newcomers to rise to prominence and for veterans to retire.
If that kid can cause some trouble, it wouldn't be a bad thing.
Victory can be achieved amidst chaos.
I've pretty much squandered my old man's fortune; it's time to find an opportunity to take it all back.
Otherwise, people might call him "Prince Chai" for the rest of his life.
Zuo Kun paused for a moment, then nodded knowingly.
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Inside the low, dilapidated shacks of Kowloon Walled City.
The casserole was bubbling away, releasing an enticing aroma. The meat chunks were tumbling inside, and the broth was rich and flavorful, making one completely forget the greasy, unrecognizable table and the dark red sewage flowing across the floor.
The foreigner picked up a piece of meat, blew on it twice, and then couldn't resist throwing it into his mouth. Although he grimaced from the heat, he didn't spit it out.
"Even immortals would be uneasy if the fragrant meat were to simmer three times!"
"Dilu, where did you find such a delicious dog meat hot pot?"
"The dog meat hot pot restaurants in Kowloon Walled City are all authentic, but the less they have signs and the dirtier they are, the more authentic they are."
Dilu fawned over Yang Sheng and put a few pieces of meat on his plate.
"Brother Sheng, come and have a taste."
If you don't eat soon, that foreigner Wen will eat it all.
Yang Sheng snapped out of his daze, took a bite, and exclaimed, "No wonder people risk being robbed to come to Kowloon Walled City for dog meat hot pot."
After the Dragon City Championship just ended, Yang Sheng asked Dilu to arrange for the brothers to have a late-night snack and try the famous dog meat hot pot of Kowloon Walled City.
At this moment, Zuo Kun suddenly came over to remind him that Wu Tianhao had noticed him and even wanted to use the British Associated Press to deal with him.
This was somewhat unexpected for Yang Sheng.
He was certain that Wu Tianhao wouldn't target him for the time being, but he didn't expect that this underground emperor was a bit petty. Even though he didn't take direct action, he still held a grudge against him.
Of course, it can't be said that Wu Tianhao is really petty.
Rather, it's because he's been the underground emperor for so many years, practically dominating all the gangs in Hong Kong, that no one has dared to challenge his authority for a long time.
Now that Yang Sheng has suddenly appeared, but Wu Tianhao is unable to deal with him immediately, he naturally feels frustrated and unhappy.
This is a troublesome matter.
After all, Yang Sheng didn't want to be ambushed by a bunch of gunmen one day.
Putting his thoughts aside for the moment, Yang Sheng also began to eagerly grab the meat and devour it, replenishing the energy he had expended in the boxing ring.
Suddenly, a cacophony of shouts and cries of battle erupted from the alleyway.
Yang Sheng turned his head and saw a fat man in a floral shirt panting as he was chased by several scruffy, skinny drug addicts with knives, heading towards the dog meat restaurant.
Those drug addicts had already collapsed from excessive drug use, but the fat man wasn't in good health either, so the two groups were chasing each other at a snail's pace, which seemed quite ridiculous.
The foreigner chuckled: "This fat guy must have flaunted his wealth in Kowloon Walled City and caught the eye of these old Taoists."
These old Taoist priests would even sell their wives and children for a single sip of their drug.
Lawlessness reigned in Kowloon Walled City; robbery was all too common.
Yang Sheng swallowed a mouthful of meat and said calmly, "Warn them not to disturb our meal."
The foreigner nodded, then yelled at the top of his lungs, "Get the hell out of here, you bunch of bastards! Don't disturb my boss's meal!"
But those few drug addicts seemed to be blinded by rage or out of their minds from too much drug use, and they still charged toward the dog meat restaurant.
"Damn! Leopard Head!"
Leopard Head stood up, his nearly two-meter-tall, imposing figure appearing almost like a giant compared to the skinny drug addicts.
Leopard Head grabbed a drug addict and used him as a weapon to smash them one by one, quickly knocking several drug addicts to the ground, howling in pain.
"Get out of here in three seconds! If you dare disturb my meal again, believe me, I'll crush your heads!"
Under the fierce gaze of Leopard Head, the drug addicts didn't dare utter a single harsh word and groaned as they slunk away.
The fat man with a small mustache stood up, panting, while leaning on the table, and said with a forced smile:
"Thank you all for your help. This meal is on me."
Because I've loved eating rice with lard since I was a child, people in the underworld call me "Lard Boy".
"I work for Inspector Lei. If you ever offend anyone outside and need my help, just let me know."
Yang Sheng originally just wanted to get rid of the fat man so he wouldn't disturb their meal.
But when he heard the names "Piggy" and "Detective Lei," he suddenly stopped eating.
"The Detective Lei you're talking about, is it Chief Detective Lei Luo of the Chinese Detective Agency?"
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