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Chapter 1487 A Petty Scoundrel Meets a Big Thug

The development of Tsim Sha Tsui began in the late 1970s, so at that time Tsim Sha Tsui had not yet developed into the prosperous place it is today.

Even so, this place was far more bustling than the pink-collar area. There were gambling dens, horse stables, opium dens, and all sorts of restaurants and food stalls.

The signs of each store already have a distinctly neon look.

Three vans stopped in front of a gambling den in Tsim Sha Tsui, and more than 20 people got out one after another.

"Wang Sheng, please don't act impulsively." Peng Yunliang followed Wang Yan with a look of utter despair.

Li Kuiyong said, "Peng Sheng, my brother Yan is very reasonable, but after hearing what you said about the behavior of the gangsters around here, I think they're not very reasonable. They only know how to fight with their fists!"

Wang Yan nodded with a smile and put his arm around Li Kuiyong's shoulder: "Dayong, you've improved. You see the problems very clearly now."

"If I haven't made any progress while spending all my time by your side, what have I become?"

Wang Yan laughed and patted Peng Yunliang on the shoulder: "Peng Sheng, you should go first, don't cause trouble for yourselves. These guys, they're all cowards, they can take on a whole bunch of people after one of them."

“Wang Sheng is joking. No matter what, we’ll support you.” Peng Yunliang pulled Wang Yan’s arm. “Wang Sheng, let me speak first. Let’s try to resolve this as a minor issue.”

Wang Yan neither agreed nor disagreed, and simply followed Peng Yunliang and the others inside.

Their arrival was quite a commotion; the area inside was already on high alert.

Even the gamblers who were smoking and gambling stopped, quietly giving up their seats to watch the spectacle. They planned to continue their game once this was over.

"What, bringing so many people here, does your Peng family want to take over my territory?" A man wearing a white t-shirt, black joggers, and cloth shoes, with a head a size larger than average, spoke up while smoking a cigarette.

"Big Head Qiang, we don't want any trouble. We're here to pick someone up. Let us see the person first." Peng Yunliang quickly tugged at Wang Yan and stepped forward.

"Humph!"

Big Head Qiang waved his hand, "Drag those two bastards out."

Shortly after, Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong, their faces bruised and swollen from the beating, were dragged out and thrown to the ground.

"Brother Yan!"

Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong looked like they were about to cry when they saw Wang Yan; they were finally saved!

"Name a number," Peng Yunliang said, glancing at Wang Yan's expression and seeing that he didn't respond.

"Great job, no wonder you're from the Peng family, a real big spender." Big Head Qiang laughed heartily, "Twenty thousand per person! Pay up and we'll release them."

"Why don't you just rob him!" Peng Yunliang roared. "You've beaten him up like this, and you still want so much?"

"Hey, let me do the math for you. Do you need a fee for teaching these two bastards a lesson? My brother's fists are all scraped, do you need medical bills? And you dirtied my floor, do you need... ah..."

Wang Yan kicked him away, then turned to look at the dumbfounded Peng Yunliang: "You saw that? They're unreasonable, clearly bullying people. Brothers, what are you standing there for? Beat them! Beat them until they're smoking!"

Li Kuiyong shouted and kicked straight at one of the men in front of him. The militiamen behind him showed no mercy either, rushing forward and beating anyone they saw.

However, they didn't kill them; their main goal was to incapacitate these thugs.

The fight inside the gambling den ended in less than five minutes.

The commune's militia captain walked up to Wang Yan. The man, in his thirties, was quite dissatisfied: "Director Wang, these guys are so easily beaten. They can't even handle this?"

"Reactionaries are all paper tigers. Look at their cowardly appearance. Calling them reactionaries is giving them too much credit. Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is their nature as thugs. These people don't have any real skills. They just rely on their numbers and the leadership of a few wicked individuals to oppress the good and kind."

Wang Yan took a few steps unhurriedly: "Big Head Qiang, Brother Qiang! Are you very powerful?"

"Don't you dare leave!" Big Head Qiang clutched his chest and managed to utter a powerful shout.

Wang Yan was amused. He pulled up a chair and sat down next to Da Tou Qiang: "I'm not leaving. I'm going to settle the score with you. There were twenty-three of us who fought, and our hands were scraped. I saw a few others get kicked. We need to pay for their medical expenses, right? Fighting is exhausting, so we need to pay for our hard work, right?"
Look, you guys beat my two brothers to a pulp. Their medical expenses absolutely cannot be neglected. And also, with so many of you bullying them, you caused them so much psychological harm; compensation for emotional distress is a must.

"Here's what we'll do: each of them will receive 50,000 yuan in compensation, and each of us twenty-three brothers will receive 20,000 yuan, totaling 560,000 yuan. Round it up to 600,000 yuan, and that'll be the end of it."

"Why don't you just rob someone?" Big Head Qiang roared angrily.

"I'm robbing you, isn't it obvious?" Wang Yan said with a smile. "You definitely can't come up with this money. Have someone go find your big brother. I reckon your big brother can't come up with this either. It would be best to just bring Xiang Yan over. Also, give me all the money you have here first."

"I'm afraid you'll have the life to take it, but not the life to spend it. You really think... ah..."

With a cracking sound, everyone present felt a shiver run down their spines, as Wang Yan had broken one of Da Tou Qiang's legs.

"Brother Qiang, I heard that Boss Yi is called Limpy Hao. You're probably going to be Limpy Qiang from now on." Wang Yan leaned down, hands on his knees. "If you keep spouting those useless threats, I'll break all your limbs. You'll be in real trouble then..."

So Big Head Qiang behaved himself and stopped talking nonsense. He ordered his men to find their boss, told him the safe's combination, and took out a huge amount of money and IOUs...

Seeing all this, Peng Yunliang was even more stunned.

Seeing his reaction, Li Kuiyong grinned and said, "Peng Sheng, you'll get used to it. You just haven't known Brother Yan for very long. These hooligans are really no good, far inferior to those in Beijing. Right, Yuemin?"

Zhong Yuemin...

Zhong Yuemin, wincing in pain, rolled his eyes at Li Kuiyong, indicating that he didn't want to talk.

Peng Yunliang ignored Li Kuiyong and walked a few steps to Wang Yan's side: "Wang Sheng, a wise man doesn't stand under a dangerous wall. Let's go. Don't worry, we'll support you if there are any troubles later. Even if we can't hold on, we still have Xinhua News Agency."

"How can we cause trouble for our own people?" Wang Yan shook his head. "Peng Sheng, you go first, I can handle it."

"oops……"

Peng Yunliang was so anxious he was about to jump up and down, but no matter what he said, Wang Yan wouldn't leave. Instead, he was looking through the IOUs and talking to the people around him.

"See? They set up a scheme to lure people into gambling. At first, they let people win a little, then they let them lose everything, and then they lend them money."

They can't take the money away; they have to keep gambling here, winning and losing. And in the end? They'll be skinned alive, leaving nothing. Look, some are even mortgaging their wives and children. This is the destructive and harmful capitalism we see. Comrades, be vigilant!

The militia captain said, "That's really bad! Wang Yan, you know a lot. Weren't the landlords like this in the past?" "More or less. When the harvest was bad, the land failed to yield a good crop, and there wasn't enough food to eat, what did they do? They definitely had to borrow grain. Even if they borrowed grain from the landlord, without compounding interest, there still wouldn't be enough food next year. What if there was another bad harvest? They hadn't repaid the old grain, and now they owed new grain. How could they repay it? They had to mortgage their land to the landlord."

What will they do when they lose their land? They'll rent the land they've already mortgaged to the landlord and continue farming. Then the harvest fails again, and they still have to pay rent to the landlord, so they have to borrow new grain. And then they can't pay it back. What will they do?

"Sell your children!" the militia captain retorted.

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "Then the whole family became the landlord's servants, with no way out. That's why our Party is so great. It has been doing this for thousands of years. Now, the people are the masters of their own destiny."

Big Head Qiang, who had already gotten used to the pain of his broken leg and was still grimacing, was sweating profusely as he listened.

He couldn't understand what these people were doing here. Were they the vanguard of the invasion from the mainland? But he didn't dare ask. He didn't even dare to utter a sound...

After counting the money, Li Kuiyong asked, "Brother Yan, there are 26,200 here. What should we do with this money?"

“Take it, what else can we do? Consider it interest for the delay,” Wang Yan said matter-of-factly.

Keep in mind, this was in the 1970s, before Hong Kong had even become one of the Four Asian Tigers, before it had taken off. Twenty thousand was no small sum. Even Xiang Yan would tremble at the thought of six hundred thousand.

After waiting for half an hour, the militiamen watching the situation outside the gambling den said that people were gathering outside with sticks. In the following time, more and more people gathered, probably five or six hundred.

The person in question finally appeared; he was a robust middle-aged man dressed in a Tang suit, exuding an air of old-fashioned wealth.

"This is Lin Jing, a veteran of the Sun Yee On triad, very prestigious," Peng Yunliang introduced to Wang Yan.

"Elder? Big Head Qiang doesn't hold a very high position, and he's already an elder?" Li Kuiyong said, unable to understand.

"The organizational structure is loose. How many years have they been operating? This will change as they develop. Hong Kong Island has recovered since the war, and they don't have much pursuit of internal administrative efficiency. It's not time for them to do so yet."

Wang Yan gave an explanation, then strolled forward with a cigarette dangling from his lips.

"Mr. Lin, did you bring any money?"

Lin Jing squinted and said with a sinister smile, "I heard you're from the mainland? You have quite the appetite, 600,000? You really dare to ask for that much, are you out of your mind?"

Wang Yan smiled and asked, "So, are you going to give it to me or not?"

Lin Jing scoffed, "Judging from your confident words, you must have some backing. I don't want to make a big deal out of this. I'll give you a chance. Take your men and leave, and we'll call it even."

"Tsk tsk." Wang Yan couldn't help but shake his head. "What's your mission? Wasn't it to seize the opportunity to counterattack? Why don't you want to escalate things further? Huh?"

He turned back to Li Kuiyong, the militia captain, and others, and said, "See? This is a paper tiger. They act all high and mighty in front of the underworld, but when it comes to real action, they're cowards."

"Young man, don't be so arrogant. Such a big matter is not something you can talk about carelessly." Lin Jing's face turned green, but he still suppressed his temper.

He already knew the whole story. A group of people from the mainland were treated as honored guests by the pink-collar leader Peng, who actively helped to resolve the problems. He even made phone calls to them, the upper echelons of the Sun Yee On triad, to communicate with them. This was not a simple matter.

Little did he know that the Peng family had asked Wang Yan to help them find ways to make money, and that there was nothing else going on.

Wang Yan could tell at a glance that this young man was overthinking things, so he immediately laughed and said, "Mr. Lin, don't overthink it. Do you think I'm someone with official duties at such a young age? This trip to Hong Kong is just to broaden my horizons at Mr. Peng's kind invitation."

Lin Jing sneered and remained silent. Did he think he wouldn't? He was just afraid it might be true...

"If you don't agree, call Xinhua News Agency and verify it."

Lin Jing's smile grew even colder.

Wang Yan shook his head helplessly: "Alright, Mr. Lin, I'll be frank with you. If you don't come, fine, but if you do, you're going to make a fortune. Six hundred thousand, not a penny less."

"You're dreaming! Get out of here!"

Snapped……

Watching Lin Jing spin and land, Wang Yan flicked a cigarette butt at his face: "You're asking for it!"

Without waiting for Lin Jing to react and call for someone to kill him, he rushed into the crowd.

Behind him, Li Kuiyong and the others didn't hesitate and followed Wang Yan into battle. However, they didn't have Wang Yan's skills and fought together in formation.

Li Kuiyong, who was in charge, was unaware of this. Whenever he broke away, the militia captain would always pull him back...

The battle lasted for seven or eight minutes before it ended. Wang Yan was covered in blood, carrying an iron rod, and panting heavily. Around him were Li Kuiyong and the others, all of whom were also panting. They had all suffered injuries of varying degrees, and some had even been slashed several times.

At their feet lay a horde of thugs, some with bloodied heads, some with broken arms and legs, and some clutching their groins, weeping uncontrollably—a truly pitiful sight.

On the outer perimeter, there were hundreds of people who dared not make a move, but they also dared not leave, so they could only stand guard at a distance of more than twenty meters...

You can't really blame them. After all, most fights are just for show; not many people actually fight to the death. They're all relying on the gang for money, and with the gang's backing, they can avoid being bullied and even bully others. But when it comes to truly risking their lives, most of them aren't up to it.

Wang Yan and his group were different. They didn't hold back when there were many of them, beating people to death. In just a short while, nearly two hundred people were lying on the ground, and none of them were alive and well.

Too scary!

Wang Yan took out a cigarette, waved it around, and finally lit it for himself. He strolled over to Lin Jing and said, "Mr. Lin, you see, my comrades have all been injured by your men. Do you want medical expenses? Do you want compensation for your trouble? Do you want compensation for your emotional distress? I'll give you a discount, 10,000 yuan per person, that's 800,000 yuan in total. Do you have the money now?"

Lin Jing had already stood up, one side of her face was swollen, and several of her teeth had been pulled out.

He gritted his teeth: "Yes!"

"Look, wouldn't it have been settled if we had just done this earlier? Why did we have to make such a big fuss?"

Wang Yan patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction. "You still don't know my name, do you? My name is Wang Yan. Don't come back looking for revenge and not know who to turn to. I'll be staying here for about half a month. You can decide what to do. Okay, that's all for now. Have someone get the money. I'll leave once I have the money."

Wang Yan sneered as he blew smoke at Lin Jing, then turned and went to find Peng Yunliang, asking him to arrange for a doctor to examine everyone's injuries.

After all, you get slashed with a knife, so you need to get it treated; tetanus wouldn't be good...

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