A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 1573 Boss, you're really good at bragging! (Please subscribe!)
Hua Shier has traveled to Hong Kong Island several times and knows this place very well.

He led his group through a few twists and turns until they reached a highway, pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and began speaking in familiar,江湖-slang:

"I was introduced by Brother Hua Gou. I just came across this big business. I'm here—" He didn't even need to look at the road signs; he just blurted out his exact location.

Forty minutes later, a van stopped in front of them.

The car door opened, and inside, besides the driver, sat three gangsters with dragon and tiger tattoos.

The leader, a blond man with an earring, looked them up and down, his tone tentative yet slightly disdainful:

"Mainland boy?"

Hua Shier didn't respond, and the brothers behind him just stared at them coldly, as did Feng Yuxiu, who was holding his wife.

The people in the carriage felt a chill run down their spines under those gazes, as if the surrounding air had become more oppressive. They immediately swallowed back the thought of exchanging a few more words.

Huang Mao quickly got down to business, cleared his throat, and asked, "Which one is Yu Tianlong? Brother Snakeskin sent us to pick you up."

Hua Shier then spoke calmly, "That's me."

The blond-haired man gestured with his hand, his tone tinged with impatience:

"Hurry up and get in the car, it'll be troublesome if we run into the cops. The cops here are such a pain!"

Hua Shier glanced around the carriage: "There are too many of us, this carriage can't accommodate everyone."

This van is a seven-seater, and there are already three gangsters inside. Hua Shier and his wife, along with Mouse, make four people, plus Feng Yuxiu and his wife, making a total of seven people. Normally, there definitely wouldn't be enough room for everyone.

The blond-haired man clicked his tongue, his impatience deepening.
"Hey mainland guy, are you kidding me? This bus is crammed with twenty or thirty people, don't make it so complicated."

Hua Shier pulled a gun from his lower back and pressed it against the man's forehead, speaking in a flat tone as if he were remarking on the weather:

"Didn't you understand when I said there wasn't enough room?"

Two minutes later, the van carrying Hua Shier drove away from the spot.

The blond-haired guy and two other thugs were left on the roadside, jumping up and down in anger, cursing, "Damn it! Are you kidding me?"

The van, which had only driven a short distance, suddenly braked sharply and stopped. Then its taillights came on, and it slowly reversed back.

The car window rolled down, and Hua Shier's gun barrel popped out again, pointing squarely at the blond-haired man's forehead.

He uttered only two words: "Kneel down and kowtow."

The three gangsters were stunned on the spot, as if they had been transported back to the 1970s and 80s when the Hong Kong gangsters swept through this area.

Several people knelt in a row, banging their foreheads on the ground as if they were throwing money away, kowtowing dozens of times. Only then did the van restart, step on the gas, and speed away.

This time, the blond-haired man didn't dare to curse on the spot. He gritted his teeth and waited until the van's taillights completely disappeared into the night before jumping up from the ground. Clutching his swollen forehead, he shouted hoarsely at the empty road:

"Don't let me see you again! Believe me, I'll chop you up until even your own mother wouldn't recognize you!"

After yelling, he didn't dare linger by the roadside. Trembling, he pulled out his phone and dialed: "Hey, Snakeskin Bro, these mainland guys don't know any rules!"

Inside the van, Hua Shier sat in the passenger seat, turning his head to look at the driver with amusement:

Are you hot? You're sweating so much.

The driver's face was pale, and cold sweat poured down his forehead. He was terrified by the ruthless thug beside him.

Upon hearing the question from the bigwig next to him, he nodded frantically, forcing out a smile that looked more like a grimace.
"Yeah, bro, it's hot on Hong Kong Island."

Hua Shier slapped him on the back of the head, the force just right, causing the driver to stumble forward.
"It's hot and you're not turning on the air conditioning? I feel hot too, you idiot!"

The driver said "Oh," and hurriedly turned the air conditioner to its maximum.

Hua Shier then asked, "Where are you taking us?"

The driver quickly and honestly answered:
"Go to Daxing Village. Brother Snakeskin asked me to arrange accommodation for you first, and we'll meet again tomorrow."

Hua Shier raised an eyebrow, intrigued:

"Is it the Tai Hing Village in Tuen Mun from 'Infernal Affairs'?"

The driver nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, boss."

Hua lit a cigarette, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and chuckled as he joked:
"That doesn't seem like a good omen. Han Chen and the rest of the Infernal Affairs team are all dead!"

Upon hearing this, the driver was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to accept or not. His lips twitched repeatedly, and in the end, he could only offer a forced, insincere smile and agree.

"Boss, you really know how to joke."

Twenty minutes later, the van drove into Daxing Village and stopped in front of a nightclub.

The driver tossed the car keys to the valet and led Hua Shier and his party straight up to the second floor, introducing the place to them as they went:

"This is Snakeskin Bro's territory. There are guest rooms upstairs. You can stay here and enjoy food, drinks, and entertainment for free. Snakeskin Bro instructed us to treat these big shots well."

As he spoke, he gestured with his chin toward the madam who was walking towards him and gave her an order:

"These big shots are Brother Snakeskin's distinguished guests. Arrange the most beautiful girls for them and make sure they are well taken care of."

Mouse, caught up in the passionate throes of a secret affair with the young woman, immediately waved his hands and shook his head vigorously, like a rattle-drum:
"No, no, I don't want it—"

Before he could finish speaking, Hua Shier interrupted him, saying to the madam:

"If he doesn't want it, call two for me. My brother likes to gamble. Is there a place to gamble? I'll take him there later to have some fun."

The driver and the madam replied in unison that they had it on hand and there was no problem.

Upon hearing this, Mouse and the others all looked at Hua Twelve, as if to say: Is that really true, bro? You've made a mistake!

Hua Shier was speechless at their stares—what kind of mess was Xu Pingqiu making? The training had gone to waste.

His mother came undercover to carry out a fishing mission, and the local thugs arranged women for her, but she wouldn't touch them. Doesn't that clearly show that she's a member of the disciplined force?

The so-called special training only created a shell of delinquents on the surface; deep down, they were still the same police academy students.

He immediately gave the others a wink, then chuckled and made an excuse:
"Brother Snakeskin's intentions are good, everyone should feel free to have fun."

The brothers then understood and put on laughing expressions, putting their arms around each other and joining in the teasing.

Only Feng Yuxiu stood still, his expression grave as he whispered, "I don't want any of them, boss. Why don't you take a look at Xue first? I feel like she's not feeling well!"

Hua Shier looked down and saw that the woman in Feng Yuxiu's arms had indeed fainted, her face ashen and frightening.

Hua Twelve touched Feng Yuxiu's wife's forehead; it was a little hot. He then took her pulse and said:

"It's nothing serious, just a cold from being at the beach!"

He turned to the driver and instructed, "Arrange a guest room for my brother first. His wife is sick, I'll treat her first!"

Upon hearing this, the driver was quite surprised. He hadn't expected that this large, circumference-like guest could actually treat illnesses. He quickly asked the madam to lead the way and efficiently booked a room.

As soon as the door was pushed open, the dim lighting revealed a round bed that took up most of the room, with a dazzling array of sex toys on the bedside table.

Hua Shier and the others suddenly realized, what guest rooms? This is just a sex room!

Hua Shier instructed Feng Yuxiu to place Shen Xueping on the bed, then with a flick of his wrist, he took out a box of silver needles and began administering acupuncture without saying a word.

After a few needle pricks, all the wind and cold that had been lingering in her body were expelled.

Fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on the forehead of the woman who had been unconscious. After a moment, she slowly opened her eyes, her voice weak but clear:
"Ash, I'm so hot."

Feng Yuxiu could immediately see that the effect was immediate. He rushed to the bedside, grabbed his wife's hand, and his voice trembled with excitement.

"Ah Xue, you're saved! The boss is treating your illness!"

Hua Shier calmly poured cold water on the situation from the side:
"Don't be too happy yet. This is just for treating a cold. Next, we'll treat your wife's terminal illness!"

He said to the woman, "It'll hurt a little now, just bear with it!"

The woman nodded, her face pale, but a long-lost light shone in her eyes.

This time, Hua Shier used acupuncture as a pretext, but in reality, he used the "Dual-Handed" supernatural power from the Eight Extraordinary Techniques to reduce the lesions in women at the level of cell nucleus genes.

This treatment directly affects the nerves, and the pain is real.

The woman bit her lip until it bled, but she didn't utter a sound.

Feng Yuxiu knelt by the bed, holding her hand tightly, his tiger-like eyes filled with tears, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, wishing he could take all her pain away from her.

As soon as the treatment stopped, the woman felt a sudden lightness throughout her body. She was drenched in sweat as if she had been pulled out of water, but her voice was noticeably stronger.
"Ash, I... I think I'm gone. I haven't felt this comfortable in so long. Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry!"

Feng Yuxiu nodded repeatedly, then suddenly turned to look at the madam who was already staring in disbelief at the door.

The madam then came to her senses and replied repeatedly, "Yes, yes! There's a buffet on the third floor. I'll have someone bring the food over right away!" A little while later, the food was served, and the woman actually managed to sit up from the bed by herself, took the chopsticks, and slowly began to eat.

Feng Yuxiu's eyes reddened, and he turned to face Hua Shier, kneeling down and banging his head repeatedly so hard the floor shook.

"Thank you so much, boss! Thank you so much, boss!"

Hua Shier pulled him up:
"This is only the first treatment. Your wife's illness needs to be treated slowly; you can't rush it!"

In fact, the Double-Handed Cure can completely cure any ailment in one treatment. However, in order not to attract too much attention, Hua Shier deliberately prolonged the treatment course each time he used it, which was also the case when he treated Xu Pingqiu.

Even so, Feng Yuxiu and the woman were grateful to the core.

After dinner, Shen Xue struggled to get out of bed to kowtow to Hua Shier, but he waved her off and pressed her back down. It was only then that the group learned his wife's full name from Feng Yuxiu—Shen Xue.

The driver and the madam watched the entire treatment process of Hua Shier, their faces filled with undisguised surprise.

The madam couldn't help but lean closer and ask Shen Xue, "Little sister, what exactly is wrong with you?"

Shen Xue simply shook her head slightly without replying.

Seeing that she was unwilling to talk, the madam did not force her, but instead put on a smiling face towards Hua Twelve, swaying her hips as she moved closer:

"Hey sir, I have a recurring health problem that I can't seem to get better. Could you take a look at it for me?"

Hua Shier glanced at her, didn't even take her pulse, and casually said:
"Your condition was called 'flower venereal disease' in the old days. It's treatable. Buy yourself a set of acupuncture needles, and I'll take a look!"

The madam's eyes instantly lit up like two light bulbs.

He diagnosed the problem at a glance without even taking the patient's pulse. What is this? A miracle doctor!
She rubbed her hands together and took another step forward: "Well, all the girls around here want you to take a look at them, big brother."

Hua Shier was exasperated. He immediately pointed at Zhang Meng, Wang Shenxiu, and Luo Jialong, and calmly shifted the focus of the attack.
"Just give those two pretty girls I mentioned earlier to them!"

Zhang Meng, Wang Shenxiu, and Luo Jialong were about to curse when they heard that Zhang Meng had asked for two of them, but now that they were sick, they had given them all to them. You despicable Yu!
The brothers found an excuse and righteously declared that they were all upright gentlemen and refused to accept any of the bedding. They only asked the madam to change the bedding in all the guest rooms before they could settle down with peace of mind.

After putting down their luggage, they couldn't stay still, so they couldn't resist running upstairs to the casino to broaden their horizons.

The next day, when Hua Shier woke up, those guys still hadn't returned.

It's understandable. It was his first time stepping onto capitalist territory, and he probably had to give it a good scolding in the casino last night to satisfy his craving.

He went up to the rooftop of the nightclub, lit a cigarette and wanted to get some fresh air, when he saw Feng Yuxiu practicing boxing on the roof.

The wind from the punches whistled, and Feng Yuxiu sensed Hua Shier's arrival almost simultaneously. He stopped his stance, turned around, clasped his fists together, and assumed a proper boxing stance, his gaze fixed intently on Hua Shier.
"First fists, then legs, then grappling; weapons and internal martial arts combined into one. Do you know which school of kung fu you practice, boss? Your humble servant, Feng Yuxiu, would like to learn from you."

Hua Shier, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, tilted his head and thought seriously for a moment:
"I started with boxing, specifically Tyson's combination punches."

A hint of undisguised contempt flashed in Feng Yuxiu's eyes, a natural disdain from a traditional martial artist for the rules of the arena:
"Boxing is a sport in the ring. I've watched Tyson's videos, and he is indeed very skilled. But if he were to fight me, I could gouge his eyes, groin, and then strike the back of his head in one move. He would be no match for me."

Hua Shier's lips twitched. How could you make such a vicious and deadly trick sound so natural?
He continued, “After that, I practiced the Great Sage Splitting Kick and the Shaolin Twelve-Road Springing Leg. At that time, some people called me ‘the master of both fists and feet.’”

Feng Yuxiu's eyes suddenly gleamed, and his entire aura was boosted.

Hua Shier continued unhurriedly:
"After that, I learned the Gong Family's Sixty-Four Hands, and integrated various other Chinese martial arts styles. I practiced the Dan Dan sitting posture, refining my Qi and blood into a powerful force. In the world of Chinese martial arts, I was already invincible. Later, by chance, I learned internal energy cultivation, and from then on, I cultivated both internal and external strength, reaching a level of mastery that transcended the ordinary."

Every time he said something, Feng Yuxiu's eye would twitch.

After Hua Shier finished speaking, Feng Yuxiu stood there for a long time, digesting the information, before finally straightening his face and giving his carefully considered conclusion:
"Boss, you're really good at bragging."

Hua Shier had just finished his last puff of cigarette, threw the butt on the ground, stomped it out, and laughed heartily.
"Believe it or not, it's fine. Come downstairs for breakfast."

Feng Yuxiu panicked and stepped forward to stop him:

"Boss, you haven't fought me yet!"

Seeing that Hua Shier did not stop walking, he reached out and grabbed Hua Shier's wrist in a moment of panic.

The moment their fingertips touched Hua Shier's wrist, they felt a tremendous force surge through them.

Feng Yuxiu felt as if he had been struck head-on by an invisible giant beast. He lost his footing and stumbled back more than ten steps before his foot suddenly slipped, and he was thrown to the edge of the rooftop. He lost his footing and fell backwards.

Normally, Feng Yuxiu could save himself with a simple twist of his waist and hips and a somersault.

But at this moment, the force he was under made stiff, and he didn't even have a chance to save himself.

At the critical moment, with a muffled thud, Feng Yuxiu's neck was firmly gripped by a hand, and he was lifted back from mid-air, his feet landing back on the rooftop like a chick being lifted.

Hua Shier let go of his hand, smiled at him, and said, "Axiu, watch your footing."

Feng Yuxiu's eyes widened, his pupils filled with shock and disbelief.

The next moment, the shock turned into burning fervor: "Boss, what you just said is true?"

Hua Shier turned and left, waving his hand without looking back: "Didn't you say I was just bragging?"

Feng Yuxiu limped after him, his tone devoid of any of the martial arts fanatic's reserve, replaced only by a stubborn, persistent urge:

"Master, please teach me!"

"Teach you my ass. You better perform well first, and when I'm satisfied, I'll fix your lame leg before we talk about anything else."

"You can even cure a lame leg?! Boss, I've realized I'm in love with you!"

"Go to hell, you damn gay!"

The two chatted and laughed as they went downstairs. In the buffet area, Mouse, sporting dark circles under his eyes, was wolfing down his food.

Zhang Meng's eyes lit up the moment he saw Hua Shier, and he couldn't help but excitedly lean over and whisper the good news:
"Brother Long, we're rich! Last night, Mouse led us to win money, we won tens of thousands!"

Hua Shier snapped irritably, "We're here to do big business, can't you be a little more dignified?"

After being scolded like that, the group of people sheepishly quieted down a bit.

Halfway through the meal, yesterday's driver hurried over, and Chaohua Twelve bowed slightly:

"Boss Tianlong, Brother Snakeskin is here. He wants you to come and see him."

Hua Shier and his party were led into a large private room at the nightclub.

A lean, middle-aged man sat imposingly in the center of the sofa. Hua Shier immediately understood why this guy was called 'Snake Skin'; it was true that there were no wrong nicknames, only wrong given names.

This person looked like a mantis, all skin and bones, with dry and rough skin, resembling the texture of a snake's molted skin, dry on the outside and even drier on the inside.

Snakeskin sat with his legs crossed, slumped in the sofa, with dozens of henchmen standing behind him. Among them were the three blond-haired men that Hua Twelve had thrown at Longgutan the night before.

He touched his short, flat hair, raised his narrow, serpentine eyes to scrutinize Hua Twelve, and slowly began to speak:

"You're Yu Tianlong, the one Hua Gou introduced?"

Hua Shier nodded, stepped forward, and naturally extended his hand:
"It's me. I've heard so much about you, Snakeskin Bro."

Snakeskin didn't take his hand, but instead made a casual remark:

"Hua Gou is my sworn brother. He introduced you here. Did I treat you well last night?"

Hua Shier withdrew his hand, smiled, and replied neither humbly nor arrogantly:
"Having food and shelter is good."

Snakeskin paused slightly, then turned his head and asked, "Didn't you call for a pretty girl?"

The driver quickly came over and whispered a few words in his ear.

Snakeskin's eyelids twitched upon hearing this. He subconsciously scratched his crotch and muttered to himself:
"No wonder it was getting itchier. Damn, I need to see a doctor."

He cleared his throat, steer the conversation back on track, and his tone suddenly turned cold:
"It's already good enough that you have food and shelter. I've been so good to you, but how have you treated my brothers? You dumped them on Lung Kwu Tan in the middle of the night—how are you going to settle this score?"

Hua Shier pulled out ten thousand Hong Kong dollars from his pocket, casually tossed it onto the coffee table, and spoke as nonchalantly as if he were paying for tea:

"We're out here to make money, and we make money to enjoy life. Yesterday the bus was too crowded, and I wasn't comfortable, so I had to trouble a few of my buddies to get some exercise. Here's ten thousand yuan for you guys to buy some tea!"

Snakeskin glanced at the banknotes on the coffee table, his gloomy expression visibly softening, and he nodded with a slight smirk.

"You're on the right track. Alright, let's leave this matter at that. Now tell me what big business deal you want to discuss with me!"

Hua Shier glanced around the private room.

Snakeskin understood, waved his hand, and the driver immediately led a group of henchmen out, leaving only a few trusted confidants behind.

He then gestured with his chin toward Hua Shier: "You can speak now."

Hua Shier walked over and sat down next to the snakeskin, lowering his voice to say:

"I heard from Flower Dog that you, Boss Snakeskin, are with Brother Kun. I'm here to buy some goods, so it would be best if you, Boss Snakeskin, could introduce me to Brother Kun!"

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