The current chaos in Hong Kong's lower classes is astonishing. It can be said that there is no order or law. The police station serves capital entirely. The environment in the rich areas is elegant and safer. Even if a drunk man lies on the ground, a police car will arrive in less than ten minutes.
In stark contrast, the lower classes live in tiny, cage-like shacks of about ten square meters in harsh environments, and unless the case is extremely serious, they are ignored.
Ordinary people at the bottom of society actually live outside the law. Streets, food stalls, entertainment venues, etc., are all managed by social figures in a brutal way.
Don't even mention the past; in fact, many countries are still like this today. The most ordinary people at the bottom of society are a group of abandoned people, who are simply and brutally ruled by gangs.
Mr. Chen paid a considerable sum of money, enough to make these thugs risk their lives. The two streets next to the Tianhai Hotel were food stalls selling things like beef balls and rice noodle rolls, while the street in front of them was an entertainment venue.
The streets were a chaotic mess, with electrical wires tangled together like a spider web. Under various bright red signs stood young people, and a young girl with dyed hair, wearing a tank top, stood at the entrance, smoking a cigarette, and asked passersby, "Want to play?"
Not far away was an ice cream parlor, selling chess, cards, cold drinks, and more. A dozen young people were sitting at the entrance, some of them shirtless, with hideous knife scars visible on their bodies.
"Be ruthless this time, understand?" a man in his thirties shouted at the young man.
"Got it, Brother Koma!"
“If you want to make a name for yourself, you have to do it. This kid is riding high right now. If you kill him today, everyone will have to call you 'Big Brother' from now on.” A man threw a newspaper on the table, which clearly showed a picture of Lu Feng.
"Big brother, will we go to jail?"
"What the hell are you doing? You think you're afraid of jail? Let me tell you, the brothers in our gang are all ready to go through fire and water. One phone call and they'll let you go."
Four or five people encouraged a few greenhorns who had become shrewd and worldly-wise. They knew to step back from fighting and killing, but step forward when it came to counting money.
So what if I go to jail?
The place where I was imprisoned was more spacious than the house I rented.
Downstairs at the Tianhai Hotel, five cars were parked in front of the entrance. Nearly twenty people got out of the cars. These people did not look like people to be trifled with; their eyes were filled with menacing intent. People coming out of the hotel saw them and walked around them.
Feng Zhiyao received a call saying that the person had arrived and that he should leave as soon as possible. After hanging up, he stood up and walked towards the main banquet hall.
Lu Feng had been standing at the edge of the scene for a while. When he saw Feng Zhiyao appear, he strode outside.
"The person has arrived, let's go."
Lu Feng nodded and followed Feng Zhiyao into the elevator. When they arrived at the lobby on the first floor, a group of people were sitting in the lounge. When they saw Lu Feng come down, a young man walked over, looking Lu Feng up and down with a rather provocative expression.
"So you're Lu Feng?" He took out a cigarette from his pocket and casually tossed it to Lu Feng, saying, "I'm Hong..."
“I have no interest in knowing what gang you belong to; it’s none of my business,” Lu Feng interrupted him.
"Damn, you're pretty cocky. Let me tell you, we're here to escort you from the hotel to your accommodation. Whether you encounter danger or not, we'll pay you, understand?" The young man said to Lu Feng, "Let me make the unpleasant things clear from the start."
Feng Zhiyao was a little unhappy. He spoke with such arrogance, as if someone owed him money. Lu Feng understood that Feng Zhiyao was young and already had so many followers. When facing a young man who was about the same age as him, he naturally had to show off his awesomeness.
People need to make money, but they also need to save face.
"Thank you, you've worked hard." Lu Feng understood his feelings and gave him face. He took out several thousand Hong Kong dollars from his pocket and put them in his hand, saying, "Brothers, you've worked hard. This money is a small token of my appreciation. Let's go out for a drink after this is over. Don't worry, I'll pay you back as agreed."
"That's fucking generous." The young man grinned, stuffed the money into his pocket, and patted Lu Feng on the shoulder, saying, "I've met rich people, but you're the most agreeable one. You're like a human being, not like those scumbags."
“I also like straightforward people. Let’s go.” Lu Feng walked towards the door.
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