Chapter 39

Before going to bed at night, Song Shu was thinking about his birthday, so much so that when she got up in the morning to have breakfast, she couldn't help but glance at the man sitting on the sofa watching TV from time to time.

Maybe her gaze was too strong to be ignored. When she glanced over for the first time, the man turned his head to catch her gaze and raised his eyebrows. "What's the matter?"

Song Shu took a sip of soy milk and said casually, "Last night Jiahui told me that a kid in her class had a birthday and bought a huge cake."

The man was turning the TV channel with the remote control in his hand and said casually, "You can buy her a big cake for her birthday."

Song Shu said "Oh". She actually didn't want to discuss the cake, but just wanted to use this opportunity to bring up the man's birthday. She was thinking about how to start the conversation.

At this time, the man turned sideways, twirling the remote in his hand, and asked casually, "When is your birthday?"

Song Shu was stunned. She didn't expect that before she asked, the man asked her birthday first. Her birthday was the same as the original owner's birthday, the same month and day. "My birthday has already passed. It was on April 22."

Chen Zonghao glanced at her and nodded, "Yeah."

Song Shu took the opportunity to ask, "When is your birthday?"

After she finished speaking, Song Shu saw the man's expression become subtle. Song Shu suddenly remembered that his birthday was the day his mother gave birth to a child with difficulty. She wondered if he minded. If he minded, mentioning his birthday would be like opening his wound. She immediately felt guilty and uneasy, "I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

Before she could finish, the man interrupted her, "October 5th."

He looked at her as if he could see through her thoughts, and continued, "There's nothing that can't be mentioned."

He was born without a mother. When he was a child, his father would occasionally celebrate his birthday, but most of the time he would forget. So gradually he stopped celebrating his birthday, and every birthday was no different to him from any other day.

After hearing what he said, Song Shu didn't think it was nothing to him. Who doesn't look forward to their birthday?

Just as she was daydreaming, she heard the man say in a low voice, "Didn't you see my ID when you went to register? Don't you remember?"

Song Shu almost choked on her soy milk. He changed the subject too quickly. And there was a sense of resentment in his words. Song Shu couldn't help but mutter, "Of course I don't remember."

But the man just gave her a lazy look, as if to say, why are you asking if you remember it?

Song Shu had no words to say, so she said directly: "Next Wednesday is your birthday. We can invite Liang Sao, Fu Bo, Xiao Hua and their family, as well as Shi Tou, A Wen, and A Hao to come to our house for a meal. It will be warm and lively. What do you think?"

On the one hand, it would be more lively with more people, and on the other hand, Liang Sao and the others had helped them a lot, so Song Shu also wanted to take this opportunity to treat them to a meal to express her gratitude.

Chen Zonghao saw the bright look on her face, as if she was eager to plan a birthday for him. Suddenly, he felt that celebrating birthdays was not so boring after all, and murmured "hmm" in a low voice.

Seeing that he agreed, Song Shu smiled happily and patted her chest to promise, "Wait, I will definitely give you an unforgettable birthday."

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She just said it with full confidence, but Song Shu sat in the store for the whole morning thinking about it and still couldn't figure out what gift to give him.

You should know that what made her happiest on her birthday in the past was receiving gifts from others. Even if the gifts were simple and inexpensive, as long as they were given to her sincerely, she would feel very happy, because that was the happiness of someone remembering your birthday.

Rong Xiaohua saw Sister Shu sitting there in a daze for the whole morning, and she didn't even enjoy her lunch as usual. She couldn't help but worry, "Sister Shu, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Song Shu lay on the cash register, her chin resting on her arm, shaking her head, "I'm not feeling unwell, I'm just thinking about what gift I should give to someone on their birthday. Xiaohua, what gifts do you usually give to someone on their birthday?"

Rong Xiaohua used a feather duster to brush off the dust from the clothes hanging on the rack while answering her question, "There are many options. For girls, you can give them some jewelry you made yourself, or buy them some cosmetics, etc. As for boys, well, I've never given a boy a gift, so I really don't know what to give."

Rong Xiaohua glanced at Song Shu as she spoke, and then she smiled as she thought of something, "Sister Shu, are you going to send a boy or a girl? It's not going to be Brother Hao, is it?"

Song Shu did not hide it, "Well, Chen Zonghao's birthday is next Wednesday."

Rong Xiaohua nodded, "So that's how it is." She said, "What else could be difficult for her, Sister Shu?"

Song Shu just asked casually, thinking that she still had several days to prepare, she was no longer in a hurry.

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At this time, a lady pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing Song Shu sitting behind the cashier, she walked straight towards her with a polite smile on her face, "Hello, Miss Song, I have something to discuss with you."

Song Shu looked up at the woman in front of her. She was a stranger. Although she didn't know her, Song Shu still stood up politely and welcomed her to sit on the sofa. "Hello."

The lady followed her and sat on the sofa. Without beating around the bush, she stated the purpose of her visit. "I'm the agent of singer Ho Chien-chi. May, you can call me Sister May."

I do know the singer Ho Chien-chi and Song Shu. She is a very popular female singer in Hong Kong, and she is one of the few female singers who became famous by singing rock songs. She is a standout among the singers who became famous in recent years with love songs.

As a result, the Hong Kong media had mixed opinions about her, saying that she was too arrogant, had a bad temper and acted like a big shot.

But the strange thing is that even though she has been portrayed in a bad light by the media, she still has a lot of fans, and the sales of her albums have always been among the best in Hong Kong and even in Asia.

Song Shu had only heard of this singer from gossip media, and didn't know anything about her. She didn't know why her agent would contact her. "Sister May, why is she contacting me?"

May smiled bitterly, "Actually, I came to see Miss Song today because we plan to hire Miss Song to design Qianci's stage costumes. Qianci will hold a concert at the Hung Hom Coliseum next month."

Song Shu also got some information about this concert from the newspapers, but most of the reports said that it was completely unworthy of Miss Ho to become the first singer to hold a concert in the Hung Hom Coliseum, and that Miss Ho must have used some tricks to get this opportunity.

They even mocked and waited for Miss Ho to fall flat on her face. However, no matter what the paparazzi said, the fans continued to support Ho Chien-chi. This immediately led to a fierce battle between the fans and the paparazzi. It was so lively that this concert attracted the attention of the whole of Hong Kong.

May continued, "However, Qianci has never been very satisfied with the previous stage costumes. She also asked a designer to design them exclusively but they still failed to meet her requirements. So today I want to ask Miss Song if she is interested in taking this job?"

As for stage costume design, Song Shu had never been involved in this kind of work before. She had never designed stage costumes for singers, so she was not very confident that she could do it. In addition, she recently had to design costumes for a TV series, the Hanfu Festival. Although the date of the Hanfu Festival has not been confirmed yet, she is still busy with the TV series.

Therefore, Song Shu thought for a moment and said, "Sorry, Sister May, I have never designed stage costumes, and I also have other design work here, so maybe..."

"Miss Song!"

Before Song Shu finished speaking, she was interrupted by the agent in front of her. May looked anxious and said sincerely, "Miss Song, don't rush to refuse. You can think about it more. It's okay if you have never designed stage costumes. Sometimes it may make your design more novel."

Seeing her sincere face and asking her to think about it again, Song Shu was a little puzzled, "Sister May, there should be other designers willing to do this job."

Unexpectedly, May smiled bitterly and said, "Qianci has rejected many designers, and now designers are not willing to pay attention to her."

Not only that, those designers also secretly criticized her for being demanding and leaked some information to the paparazzi, which made the paparazzi even more vocal about how He Qianci was arrogant and difficult to serve.

Although May also admitted that Qianci was a bit picky, her attitude was only reflected in work, and she was a very casual person in private.

After hearing this, Song Shu finally understood what was going on. She was curious about what kind of stage costume this singer needed, as she was not satisfied with the costumes designed by so many designers.

Sister May continued to urge Song Shu to consider it urgently, "The design fee is not a problem. Even if Qianci is not satisfied with the clothes designed by Miss Song, we will pay half of the design fee. Moreover, I have seen Miss Song's designs. Miss Song is really a very talented person. Your design..."

Song Shu looked at the agent in front of her who was promising her a high design fee and praising her to the utmost. For a moment, Song Shu was filled with admiration for her. This agent really cared about her artists.

Song Shu couldn't help but feel moved by her words and wanted to give it a try, so she thought for a while and nodded, "I agree. You can leave your design requirements, and I will design a set of clothes according to your requirements to see if it suits you."

May heaved a sigh of relief and nodded quickly, "Okay, we'll pay for the suit as well."

Then he took out some documents from his bag and handed them to her, "These are the songs and dances that Qianci plans to perform at the concert, as well as some stage designs and some of Qianci's requirements. Miss Song, you can take a look at them."

Song Shu nodded and took it. "I will look at it carefully."

"Excuse me, Miss Song. This is my business card with my phone number on it. If you have any questions, you can contact me." May handed a business card to Song Shu.

Song Shu took her business card and said, "Sure, I'll contact you, Sister May, after I design the first set of clothes."

"good."

After May left, Song Shu sat on the sofa, flipped through the information casually, and sighed.

Rong Xiaohua heard her sigh and asked curiously, "Sister Shu, aren't you happy that you have a job? I think you are amazing. A producer and a popular singer have come to you, which shows that they all recognize your ability."

Song Shu closed the materials and planned to study them tonight. After hearing what Xiao Hua said, "Why are you unhappy? Of course I'm happy to have a job."

She was busy again all of a sudden, as if she had returned to the busy state of her previous life. It turned out that she was destined to be a hard worker and could not stop working for a moment. She was in pain and happiness at the same time.

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In the afternoon, Song Shu remembered that Chen Zonghao had invited Liang Sao and others to dinner on his birthday, so she got up and went over to inform them.

When I arrived at Uncle Fu's store, Uncle Fu was still sitting in a chair and reading leisurely as usual.

Song Shu walked into the store and called out, "Uncle Fu."

Uncle Fu looked up from his book and nodded, "Second Sister Chen."

Song Shu then told him about Chen Zonghao's birthday dinner, "Uncle Fu, you and Aunt Fu must be there."

After hearing this, Uncle Fu adjusted his glasses. It was really strange because Haozi had never celebrated his birthday before.

Uncle Fu sighed in his heart and nodded, "Okay, your Aunt Fu and I will definitely go there then."

After Song Shu informed Uncle Fu, she walked towards Liang Sao's shop and pushed the door open.

The shopkeeper Liang's wife twisted Liang Shuyi's ear and said to her in a frustrated tone, "You poor girl, the final exam will be in a few days, and your sister can't keep an eye on you, so you ran out to play. You said that you think about playing all day and you don't read at all. Are you trying to piss off your mother to death..."

Liang Shuyi bent her waist to protect her ears, and cried out in pain, "It hurts, it hurts, Mom, please be gentler, why am I not reading, I have already reviewed it..."

Mrs. Liang didn't believe it. She knew her daughter's abilities. "I heard you talking nonsense. If I tell you, Liang Shuyi, you can't pass the final exam, I will break your legs."

Liang Shuyi made a bitter face and promised, "Mom, I will definitely get through this."

As he turned around and saw Song Shu, his eyes lit up as if he had seen a savior, and he shouted loudly, "Sister Shu!"

Liang's wife was startled and loosened her hand. Liang Shuyi escaped from her mother's clutches, hid aside, and greeted Song Shu: "Hello, Sister Shu, are you here to see my mother? My mother is here. I'm going upstairs to review first."

After saying that, she quickly ran to the second floor to avoid being caught and scolded by her mother again.

Mrs. Liang glared at her unhappily, then turned around and greeted Song Shu warmly, "Shu, have you had lunch yet? Would you like some beef brisket noodles?"

Song Shu thought that she didn't eat much lunch at noon and was a little hungry now, so she didn't refuse, "Then please give me a bowl of beef brisket noodles, Sister Liang."

"Okay." Liang's wife smiled happily, turned around and shouted to the kitchen, "Lao Liang, give Ah Shu a bowl of beef brisket noodles, and put more beef brisket in it."

"Got it." Uncle Liang poked his head out and made an OK gesture.

Song Shu looked at this scene and chuckled. Liang's wife looked at her and said with a smile, "What's wrong? You are laughing so happily."

Song Shu curled her lips and said, "It reminded me of the first time I came to Liang Sao's store. Liang Sao treated me the same way then."

After hearing what she said, Mrs. Liang also recalled, "That's true." Even the words were almost the same.

Liang's wife was filled with emotion. "Thinking about you, Shu, you have been in Hong Kong for more than two months. Time flies."

Song Shu thought that the time had passed without her paying much attention. Time passed really quickly.

At this time, Uncle Liang came over with a bowl of beef brisket noodles, "Beef brisket noodles are here." He put the bowl of noodles in front of Song Shu.

Song Shu looked at the bowl of noodles and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The bowl was filled with beef brisket, almost overflowing from the bowl. "Uncle Liang, why is there so much beef brisket? I can't finish it."

Uncle Liang waved his hand, "Not much, not much, Ah Shu, eat more."

Liang's wife sat down on the chair opposite Song Shu and said, "That's right, Ah Shu, eat more."

Song Shu could only nod helplessly, "Thank you, Uncle Liang and Sister-in-law."

"Thank you so much. You're welcome." Uncle Liang brought out the noodles and went back to the kitchen.

Liang's wife watched her eat noodles and asked, "Why do you have time to come to see me today?"

Song Shu took a bite of noodles and answered her, "Next Wednesday is Chen Zonghao's birthday. We plan to treat you and your family, as well as Uncle Fu and his family, to a meal. Sister Liang must come over then."

After hearing this, Liang's wife nodded with a smile and said, "Okay, we will go over. Haozi is so lucky to marry you." Look, someone still cares about him on his birthday.

After hearing this, Song Shu thought that it was not that she was missing him, but she just happened to think of him when asking about Jiahui's birthday.

Liang's wife saw her eating noodles and thought of something, so she said, "Ah Shu, I want to go to the Wong Tai Sin Temple in Kowloon to worship tomorrow. Shuyi will have an exam in a few days, so I plan to go and worship the gods. Do you want to go with me? The Wong Tai Sin Temple is very powerful, and many people go there to worship. There are also amulets blessed by masters for sale..."

Song Shu was moved when she heard this. After the time travel, she had a kind of awe for all these things. Although she had no request, it was not bad to go and worship. Besides, she had been busy for a while, so she could take it as a way to relax. So she did not refuse Liang Sao, "Look, Liang Sao, I'll go too."

"Well, I'll come find you tomorrow morning."

Song Shu nodded, "Then do I need to prepare anything?"

Liang's wife waved her hand and said, "You don't need to prepare anything. I'll bring a roast chicken over there. There are a lot of candles for sale there. You can just buy some and pray."

Song Shu nodded obediently after hearing this, "Okay."

After finishing the bowl of noodles with great difficulty, Song Shu and Liang Sao said goodbye, walked out of the store and returned to the clothing store.

Rong Xiaohua just hung up the phone and said, "Hey, Sister Shu, Brother Hao just called me. If you had come back earlier, you would have answered the phone."

Song Shu asked: "What did he say?"

"Brother Hao said he won't be back tonight and asked you to close the door."

Song Shu nodded to show that she understood. During this period, if Chen Zonghao didn't come back at night, he would always call her to tell her, and she had gotten used to it.

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The small bay at night is far away from the city, located on a remote and uninhabited mountain shore. There is no light at night, and with the reeds growing everywhere, you can hardly see your hand in front of you.

It is so remote that the only sound you can hear is the croaking of frogs in the paddy fields.

In a bush, Koushuibian and a few gangsters were squatting there, each of them wearing a black mask that only exposed their eyes and mouth.

There was a toothpick in his drooling mouth and his eyes were staring fiercely at a path.

This place is near the water, with a lot of weeds and is humid. There are a lot of mosquitoes. The "buzzing" sound all around them is not only annoying but also makes them get bitten all over the head.

A gangster whose head was covered with mosquito bites couldn't bear it anymore and reached out to slap the mosquitoes on his arm.

He had just killed a mosquito when his head was slapped by saliva.

The spit-squeaked man tilted his head and glared at the beaten gangster, cursing in a low voice: "You bastard, I told you not to make any noise, you are looking for death."

The gangster who got beaten up felt a little aggrieved, holding his arm, "Brother Bian, I didn't mean to do that, it's just that there are too many mosquitoes and my whole body is itchy."

He spat at him and said, "Get lost. If you can't hold on, just get out. There are plenty of brothers willing to take your place."

The gangster didn't dare to say anything. This was a good job. I heard that the brothers who intercepted the goods from Kou Shui Bian twice before earned one thousand yuan each trip.

That's one thousand Hong Kong dollars, and it only requires some effort with no loss. Only close people can fight with him. He had finally managed to get this job and didn't want to give it up.

So after being scolded, even if the mosquito bite was itchy, the person would only dare to fan the mosquito away.

Koushuibian stared at Xiaolu with viciousness in his eyes. What was morality? To these scumbags, whoever gave her milk was her mother. They would even steal the goods from their fellow gang members.

Who does Chen Zonghao think he is? He was robbed twice and he still dares not say a word in front of his master. He even claims to be the most valued person by boss Uncle Hua. But he is just a lapdog of the boss.

He was feeling very proud for a moment, thinking that after he stole the goods he would go back and find some girls, as he hadn't had any fun with a woman for a long time.

At this time, a gangster next to him whispered to him, "Brother Bian, someone is coming."

Suddenly, Koushuibian perked up, staring at the path with burning eyes, and saw several blurry figures turning around from the other end of the path. They didn't turn on the lights, and it seemed that for safety reasons, they dared to walk in the dark.

Doushuibian counted the number of people and frowned, "Why are there four people? Isn't there usually only three people?"

The first two times he robbed, it was Shitou, Awen, and the fat foreigner who were delivering the goods.

A clever gangster said, "Maybe Chen Zonghao is here with us this time."

Kou Shuibian thought about it and agreed. He received news that Chen Zonghao and his team would deliver a batch of goods tonight, so Brother Da Biao asked him to take some people to make the trip.

With the previous two successful experiences, Kou Shuibian was already familiar with the process. Ha, it was good that Chen Zonghao was here, and he could take this opportunity to give him a good beating.

The more Kou Shuibian thought about it, the more excited he became. He whispered, "Just listen to my orders and rush forward. Do you hear me?"

“Yes.”

The people in the distance were getting closer and closer. The wind blew, and the reeds made a rustling sound.

Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, his eyes were red with excitement and his breathing became heavier and heavier. "Go ahead."

As soon as the voice came out, the people behind him rushed towards those people, "Hand over the goods."

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Tonight, Viper planned to deliver the goods to Southeast Asia as ordered by the boss. When he was about to reach the small bay, five or six people suddenly jumped out and shouted, "Hand over the goods."

His heart sank. Who the hell would dare to steal his goods? Before he could even see who was coming, he was knocked down by two people.

The venomous snake was immediately furious. "Go to the streets, I will send you to see King Yan tonight."

He was extremely strong and lived on the edge of a knife. His punches were killing moves, and the two people who hit him were immediately thrown aside.

For a moment, no one could tell who was who on the field. They only knew that one side was trying to steal the goods and the other side was trying to keep the goods.

For a moment, everyone's eyes turned red with anger. Under the moonlight, a white light flashed, and no one knew who drew the knife first. There was a "puff" sound, which was the sound of the knife piercing the flesh. There was a wailing sound, and a man fell to the ground with a "bang".

Under the cover of night, the bright red color could not be seen seeping into the ground.

The smell of blood wafted over, stimulating the people whose heads were already hot, making them even more agitated.

Even the frogs that were croaking beside the paddy fields were frightened and fled in all directions, and the night became even quieter.

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In Kowloon Walled City, in a spacious room filled with smoke, a group of people who were gambling feverishly gathered around a table and were shouting loudly.

A man and a woman were hugging each other on the sofa next to them. A burly man was sitting at the top, holding a woman in his arms. White powder was spread on the table, and the man had an intoxicated expression on his face.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open with a "bang". The sound scared the people in the box and they immediately became quiet.

The startled people wanted to curse the newcomer, but the newcomer spoke before them, with a panicked look on his face, and said to the man sitting at the top: "Master, something terrible has happened. Brother Bian is dead."

After hearing this, the man at the top glared at them and roughly threw the two women in his arms aside.

The two women who fell to the ground saw the murderous look on his face and dared not say a word, but retreated to the side in fear.

Da Biao stood up and stared at the newcomer with his eyes, "What are you talking about, you bastard? You're drooling so much!"

The informant was so frightened by his gaze that his legs trembled. He nodded, "Yes, Master. Brother Bian is dead. One of the gangsters who followed him escaped and told me this."

Da Biao put his hands on the table and said, "Drag that guy in."

The gangster who had escaped was dragged in. He was covered in blood and wailing in pain. He covered his right hand with his left hand, and five fingers of his right hand were chopped off. There was blood all over.

When the people in the box saw him like this, some of the timid ones couldn't stand it anymore and turned their heads to cover their mouths and let out a "ugh".

Da Biao stared at him straight in the eyes, as if he couldn't see his bloody appearance, and shouted, "What's going on?"

The gangster was in so much pain that he could only wail and not listen to him. Someone next to him kicked him and said, "Get out of the way. Brother Biao has something to ask you."

The gangster was kicked, and when he looked up, he heard the sound of Master Biao eating people. Even though it hurt, he could only answer him tremblingly, "Master, tonight, Brother Bian and I went to intercept some goods, but we intercepted the wrong people, so we started fighting, and ended up using knives, wuwu."

The gangster choked up, tears and snot falling down, "Then Brother Bian and the others were stabbed several times and died... In the end, it was the brothers from our gang who came and saved me and I escaped."

Da Biao exhaled heavily several times, his eyes were bloodshot and his mouth was drooling. Bian was half his son and loved him very much. Killing him would be like attacking Da Biao. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Who are those guys?"

The gangster stammered, "They are from another social group, the Yiqingtuan."

The Yiqing Society was a three-way competition with them, the Sheng Society and the Hung On Society in Kowloon Walled City. The three societies regarded each other as rivals. The kings did not meet each other and only maintained superficial peace.

After hearing this, Da Biao lifted the table with both hands and pushed it to the side. The wine bottles, cups and other things on the table all fell to the ground with a "clang". The people in the box didn't dare to make any sound for a moment.

Da Biao had already smoked some drugs tonight, and his mind was out of control. In addition, he heard the news of his son's death, and his blood was boiling. He just felt his heart was boiling, and he yelled to his men, "Follow me to the Yiqingtuan."

"Got it, sir."

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Late at night, the Kowloon Walled City was still brightly lit, but the once bustling stalls had all been closed and the women soliciting customers had closed their doors early, as if a storm was about to come.

For a moment, Kowloon Walled City became quiet, so quiet that one could hear the squeaking sounds of rats in the sewers.

In the middle of Kowloon Walled City there is a two-story temple building with green bricks and black tiles.

At this time, a group of gangsters were divided into three groups at the temple gate, each standing in a different place, staring at each other but not daring to make a sound.

The temple was brightly lit. In the central hall stood a majestic statue of Guan Gong, with three large incense sticks burning in the incense burner in front.

There was a rectangular table with three people sitting around it. They were the three big bosses from the Wo Sheng Society, the Yi Qing Society, and the Hong An Society.

Behind the three bosses stood their own men.

The leader of the Hong An Society acted as a peacemaker tonight and sat at the top, while the Hesheng Society and the Yiqing Society sat on his left and right respectively.

Uncle Hua narrowed his eyes and looked at Uncle Qiang, the leader of the Yiqing Society opposite him.

Uncle Qiang, on the other hand, had a smiling expression on his face. He lit up his cigarette, took a puff, and said, "Ahua, it's not your turn to be angry. It was your gang that started the trouble tonight."

Uncle Hua smiled sinisterly, "Aqiang, several of my men and a hall leader died tonight." He gritted his teeth.

He was the leader of a gang, and he died just like that, and was beaten to death by his rival. How could he save his reputation?

When he heard the news of Da Biao's death tonight, he was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe.

Uncle Qiang retracted his smile, knocked on the table with his cigarette, and said in a rude tone, "Ahua, that's not what I meant. Who told your men to rob my people's goods? You also killed two of my men. And your leader Da Biao is so powerful that he brought people to attack my Yiqing Group. This is a slap in the face of my Yiqing Group."

"That's it."

"We, the Yiqingtuan, don't care about our reputation."

"You're looking for death."

The men standing behind Uncle Qiang echoed indignantly.

"Okay, stop shouting." Uncle Hong, the leader of the Hong'an Group, waved his hand to ask them to stop.

Uncle Qiang waved his hand, and his men finally quieted down. Uncle Qiang looked at Uncle Hong and said, "Old Hong, you come and judge whether our Yiqingtuan did the right thing or not. If your Hongantuan was robbed of goods and attacked, you would not be like a turtle grandson and let them slap you in the face, right?"

Uncle Hong rubbed the cigarette in his hand, sniffed it, and said, "He Shengtuan went too far."

Uncle Hua leaned back in his chair with a gloomy face. If this matter were made public, they would be in the wrong, morally speaking. If you want to do it, just do it, but if everyone knows about it, they will be in trouble.

"However," Uncle Hong changed the subject, "Da Biao was the leader of a group after all, and it's hard to justify him being killed like this."

Uncle Qiang leaned back on the stool, spread his hands, and said lightly: "It was an accident. Guns and knives have no eyes. Who would have thought that the one who came to visit was the leader of a group."

"The boss is right, whoever is fighting will notice who."

"Who asked the hall master to show off his power and come to our house?"

Uncle Qiang's men spoke in unison.

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"What are you talking about, you idiot?"

"I'm going to fuck you, you wanna fight, right?"

The other members of the Hesheng Group became furious when being pointed at and cursed at, and started to shout back.

"Come on, who is afraid of who?"

"I'm afraid you'll fall off the street."

Immediately, the subordinates of both sides started arguing across the table and were about to start fighting.

"Alright." Uncle Hong knocked the table hard with his stick. "Shut up, Ah Hua, Ah Qiang, do you two want to have a fight? I'm going to leave now and wait for you two to finish."

Uncle Hua and Uncle Qiang waved their hands to tell their men to be quiet. After hearing what Uncle Hong said, they cursed in their hearts, "What an old fox! He just wants them to kill each other and then reap the benefits himself."

Uncle Hong picked up a cup of tea from the table and drank it. "How about this? Let Ah Qiang bring the man who chopped Da Biao out to Ah Hua to deal with him."

Uncle Qiang shrugged, "No problem, Jiezi will go and bring the people up."

"Got it, boss." One of Uncle Hua's men responded and walked out.

The hall fell silent in an instant, and the three big men sat in their seats, each with their own thoughts.

Uncle Hua was filled with resentment. How could he quell the anger of his men by only sending out a small follower? However, he was totally in the wrong tonight. If he quarreled with the Yiqingtuan over a hall leader, both sides would suffer in the end, and the Hongan Society would gain the benefit. So he could only swallow his anger.

A few minutes later, Jie Zai came in. He was the only one there. He walked over, bent down, and whispered in Uncle Hua's ear, "Boss, it's bad. The man who chopped Da Biao has escaped."

The voice sounded like it was whispered close to Uncle Qiang's ear, but everyone in the room could hear it clearly.

Uncle Qiang slapped Jiezi on the head with a "slap" sound and started to attack him first, "You sweet potatoes are wandering around and can't even look at people well. Why don't you go back to your hometown and raise pigs? I will raise you bunch of waste."

After saying that, Uncle Qiang looked at Uncle Hua and Uncle Hong with an embarrassed look on his face and said, "Ah Hua, you see, it's not that I don't want to hand the person over to you, but that guy ran away. I don't know if he fled to Southeast Asia."

Uncle Hua chuckled and said, "Do you think I'm stupid?" A small minion was able to escape. How could he have escaped without his help?

Uncle Hua stood up and said, "Let's go." He left without even saying goodbye to his men.

Uncle Qiang saw him leave, and waved to Uncle Hong, "Old Hong, look, this guy has a really bad temper. He's leaving now. I'm the one who suffered tonight."

Uncle Hong looked at him, smiling but didn't say anything.

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Scar followed Uncle Hua out of the temple and returned to his own place. He pushed open the private room, took a bottle of wine, opened it and took a big gulp. "It feels so good. I'm so happy."

The subordinates following him said in a flattering manner: "Hey, Master, we should be happy. We have one less competitor. The position of the club leader will belong to our Master in the future."

Scar sat on the sofa, "They all say that I, Scar, am simple-minded and impulsive, but I think Da Biao is even more impulsive than me."

"That's it."

"Our hall master is very smart. Who can be as wise and powerful as our hall master?"

Scar happily took another sip of his wine.

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In a tea room, tea sets were placed on a table. The owner, Aqing, picked up a pot of tea and poured a cup of tea to the person opposite him, "Drink tea."

The hall master, Ah Sheng, took a sip and said, "I never thought that Da Biao would die like this. What a miserable death."

His tone was gloating, thinking that it was good for him to die, as there was one less person competing with him for his position.

Ah Qing poured himself a cup of tea, picked up the cup, blew on it, and drank it slowly. "He was not in a clear mind, and he didn't know how he died."

After hearing what he said, Ah Sheng squinted at him and said, "Ah Qing, there is something behind your words. What do you mean? Didn't Da Biao seek death himself?"

Ah Qing put down the teacup, smiled and nodded, "He asked for death himself."

Ah Sheng shrugged, "I've long said that a brainless person like him will end up killing himself."

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Uncle Hua sat in the room, smoking a cigarette, while his confidants stood respectfully in front of the table, silent and silent.

After a while, Uncle Hua finally spoke up: "Acai, you said Da Biao really asked for his own death."

Ah Cai stood there with his back bent, and spoke carefully: "People at the scene said that Da Biao himself wanted to bring people to cause trouble for the Yi Qingtuan."

Uncle Hua exhaled smoke, which rose in circles and dissipated into the air. "What's going on with Haozi?"

Ah Cai looked up at him, met his gaze and said respectfully, "Chen Zonghao went to deliver the goods as usual tonight, but the Yi Qing Tuan went ahead of them. When they arrived, Da Biao's men had already started fighting with the Yi Qing Tuan people. Some were injured, some died, and in the end they rescued the gangster."

Uncle Hua put out the cigarette in the ashtray and said "hmm".

The room became quiet again.

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In Room 703 of a building in Kowloon Walled City, Shitou was sitting on the sofa, thinking about what happened tonight and still feeling very excited. He said to Ah Wen and the others, "You guys said that Kou Shuibian actually died like this. Was he kicked in the head by a donkey and went to steal other people's goods? But that Paojie died a good death. If it wasn't for Brother Hao stopping me, I would have beaten him to the point where his parents would disown him. But now, haha, he was sent to see King Yan."

Ah Wen also nodded, thinking it was really strange. He thought that Kou Shui-bian must have wanted to continue stealing their goods tonight, but he mistook the members of the Yiqingtuan for them.

"What's more, the hall master Da Biao is also dead." Shitou was really amazed and wondered if it was the Bodhisattva who appeared and took away these two pieces of gold.

The fat uncle sat on another sofa, gnawing on pig's trotters with gusto, nodding his head from time to time to show his approval.

Shitou was a little dissatisfied when he saw him like this, "Uncle Fatty, you have been chewing pig's trotters for decades, you must not be tired of it."

The fat uncle took a bite of the well-simmered bones and smacked his lips, "What are you talking about? Your fat uncle likes this. Pig's trotters are so delicious. You don't know what's good."

Shitou curled his lips and asked curiously, "Uncle Fatty, you are not excited about what happened tonight."

The fat uncle bit off a piece of pork trotter meat and said nonchalantly, "What's so exciting about this? So many gangsters die in Hong Kong every day. It's a common occurrence."

After the words fell, Shitou opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. He just felt that this truth seemed a little sad.

The whole room became quiet for a moment.

In the bathroom, cold water poured over his head. Chen Zonghao closed his eyes, the water flowing over his face. He lowered his head to look at his hands, the water flowing through his fingers and dripping onto the ground, pulling the corners of his mouth.

When he walked out of the bathroom, Shitou and Awen had already gone to rest.

Chen Zonghao sat on the sofa opposite Uncle Fat, who was sorting the bones on the table and putting them into a bag, muttering, "Give them to Wangcai downstairs tomorrow."

After tidying up the table, Fat Uncle opened a bottle of beer and handed it to Chen Zonghao. Chen Zonghao took it and took a sip.

The fat uncle also opened a bottle, took a sip and frowned, "I still can't get used to these beers. Next time, I'll ask the poor girl to buy me some white wine."

Chen Zonghao leaned on the sofa, shaking the beer bottle in his hand.

The fat uncle put the bottle of beer on the table with disdain and looked at him with a serious expression on his face. "Haozi, what are you going to do next?"

Chen Zonghao took a sip of beer and thought of something, "Let's go another way."

"good."