A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 1578 Family Discipline or Internal Strife? (Please Subscribe!)

Song San was grabbed by the back of the head by Feng Yuxiu, and his face slammed solidly onto the mahjong table. Blood gushed from his nose, and stars flashed before his eyes.

But this only fueled his ruthlessness, and he roared hoarsely, "Kill them!"

Almost everyone in the mahjong parlor got moving.

They started throwing punches from nearby, while others grabbed stools or rushed to the corners of the walls to grab weapons.

Mouse, Zhang Meng, Wang Shenxiu, and Luo Jialong immediately felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, clenching their fists and preparing to fight.

Hua Shier didn't even blink, smiling as he reached out to stop Mouse and the others, and calmly said to Feng Yuxiu:
"Ash, it's up to you now."

In fact, Feng Yuxiu had already taken action without him even saying it.

With one hand he held Song San down tightly, while with the other hand, as fast as lightning, he knocked down several people nearby in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterward, he braced himself against Song San's head with his left hand, using the momentum to leap into the air. He lightly floated over the mahjong table and delivered a flying kick to the chest of a fat man who was swinging a chair at him. The man and chair flew backward, the wooden chair shattering into pieces mid-air.

Hua Shier, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, chuckled and reminded him, "Axiu, hurry up, just don't kill anyone."

"Understood, boss!"

Feng Yuxiu might have some trouble fighting Xiahou Wu now, but when it comes to beating these ordinary thugs who haven't trained in martial arts, it's like cutting grass; they fall down one after another as soon as he walks by.

The moment Song San regained his freedom, just as Feng Yuxiu leaped up, he struggled to get up. Before he could even steady himself, he saw Feng Yuxiu, who had just taken down several of his underlings, twist his body in mid-air, reach across the table with his left hand, and press it down accurately and ruthlessly on the back of Song San's head again.

With a muffled thud, even Venus disappeared this time; everything went black before his eyes. He was slammed onto the table, managing only to utter half a distorted sentence: "Holy shit—"

The players opposite and to his left who were playing mahjong at the same table had tried to make a move, but Feng Yuxiu had already taken them down. Only that Dog Brother hadn't made a single move.

Taking advantage of this moment, he hurriedly sought the Dao from Hua Twelve:

"Brother, boss, stop fighting! It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. Let's talk this out."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly flipped his right hand, and a screwdriver silently slid out from his sleeve, pointing it directly at Hua Shier. His voice suddenly rose, and he shouted sharply:
"Brother, make him stop!"

Hua Shier glanced down at the trembling screwdriver, pulled out a large black screwdriver from his back, and steadily placed it on Dog Brother's forehead, his tone as calm as if he were asking if he had eaten today:
"What do you say?"

Dog Brother immediately threw away the screwdriver, raised his hands high, and spoke rapidly like a machine gun:
"Boss, please don't shoot! My wife is only forty, and she's incredibly beautiful. If I die, who knows which bastard will get the chance?"

One sentence made Hua Shier laugh; this old guy is really a witty person!

At that moment, a young man suddenly rushed out from the inner room of the mahjong parlor, shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Stop fighting! I'm calling the police! They're coming right away!"

The moment that shout was uttered, the entire mahjong parlor fell silent.

Those who had taken action and those who were watching all looked at the boy in astonishment.

Taking advantage of this opening, Dog Brother quickly advised Hua Twelve:
"Boss, you'd better get out of here! If Lei sees you with that weapon, it'll be a disaster!"

Hua Shier stood up, looked down at Song San, who was slumped over the table with his face covered in blood, and asked indifferently:
"Now, can we talk about Master Ge?"

Song San spat out a mouthful of blood, grinned, revealing a smile more painful than a grimace, and spat out each word slowly and deliberately:

"I'm not telling you. Go ahead and kill me."

"That's pretty loyal!"

Hua Shier reached out and gently patted his face, then gave him a contemptuous gesture and sneered:

"You're just having a fight and you still have your underlings call the police—what the hell are you doing in this underworld?"

After he finished speaking, he ignored Song San's extremely ugly face, raised his chin towards Feng Yuxiu and the group behind him, and simply uttered a single word:

"Walk."

The group swaggered out of the mahjong parlor, and none of the people behind them dared to stop them.

No sooner had they left than Brother Gou rushed forward to help Song San up, muttering to himself:

"San'er, are you alright? Look at my little brother, how clever he is!"

Song San, clutching his still-bleeding nose, asked the young man who had shouted for the police:
"Did they really call the police?"

The young man nodded and confidently snorted.
"I saw them all pull out their guns."

Upon hearing this, Song San nearly choked on his own breath and launched into a tirade:
"You're really something else. They came to challenge us, and you actually called the police? If word gets out, I'm done for!"

After cursing, he yelled angrily at his underlings around him:

"Aren't you going to pack up right now? Put away everything that Lei Zi can't see!"

Five minutes later, police sirens sounded outside.

Immediately afterwards, a team of police officers pushed open the door and entered. The officer in charge glanced at the mess on the floor and asked in a deep voice:

"Who called the police? Where were the shots fired?"

Song San, with a crooked plaster on his nose, pointed to the young man who had just called the police and said to the officer without changing his expression:

"Officer, the child is just being silly, he was just dialing randomly, he was just playing around."

Dog Brother also nodded and bowed in agreement, his face beaming with smiles:
"Yes, yes, the child is ignorant, we have already criticized and educated him."

The officer in charge coldly swept his gaze around, finally settling on the ointment on Song San's nose and the bruises on his face, and asked:
"How did you do that?"

Song San stiffened his neck and retorted defiantly without even blinking:
"I bumped into a tree while walking and using my phone. Is that illegal?"

The officer gave him a deep look, then turned to his colleague behind him and gave him instructions:
"Check for any prohibited items. Verify everyone's ID card."

A group of people searched carefully, but found nothing.

Without further ado, the officer pointed at the young man who had called the police and said to his colleague beside him:

"Take him back. He filed a false police report and will be detained for five days."

Song Sanchao raised his chin, his tone carrying a hint of exasperation and a sense of being told he was hopelessly lazy:

"Did you hear that? Making a false police report will get you detained. Hurry up and go with them. You're a big guy who doesn't do anything useful. Go in and learn your lesson."

Dog Brother quickly moved closer to the young man and whispered words of comfort:

"It's okay, you'll be out in a few days. I'll come pick you up then."

After the police left with the men and the mahjong parlor door closed again, the ruthlessness in Song San's eyes surged up all at once, and he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a single word:

"Find them. Find those southerners for me."

On the other side, after the officer in charge brought the person who reported the incident back to the station, he locked him up in a separate interrogation room and made him reflect on his actions.

Not long after, the interrogation room door was pushed open, and a man in plainclothes walked in, slamming the door shut behind him. He asked in a low voice:

"What's going on today?"

The young man looked up and reported quickly and clearly:
“A group of people came from the south, looking for Master Ge, saying they were there to collect debts. One of them seemed to have a limp, but he was incredibly good at fighting. The leader was a young man, who looked even younger than me, and he had a Black Star rifle. These guys were like dragons crossing the river, and they took care of Song San and his gang. I was afraid that those southerners might go too far and kill someone, so I chose to call the police.”

The plainclothes officer nodded and said:

"Okay, you did a good job. I'll have someone check the nearby surveillance footage later, and you can help identify the person."

The young man shook his head and said:

"It's no use. Song San already had all the surveillance cameras around the mahjong parlor destroyed with slingshots. He keeps destroying them every time we try to fix them, so none of the cameras work. I suggest we check the hotel registrations to see if there are any suspicious people from the south."

Meanwhile, Hua Shier and his group had returned to the budget hotel and invited Shen Xue to go out for dinner.

At the dinner table, Mouse and the others praised Feng Yuxiu's skills, chattering and urging him to give them some pointers when he had time.

Feng Yuxiu was a little embarrassed by the praise and said awkwardly, "The boss's kung fu is better than mine, why don't you let the boss teach you?"

Zhang Meng, quick to speak, interrupted with a resentful look: "Old Feng, you have no idea—how come we've never asked him for help? This bastard makes us call him godfather."

Feng Yuxiu and Shen Xue both burst out laughing at the same time.

Hua Shier looked at his roommates with disdain and mercilessly began to criticize them:

"Don't say I don't teach. If I made you practice standing meditation, which of you could endure that hardship?"

After saying that, he ignored the others and turned to Feng Yuxiu, saying, "Axiu, you've been doing well lately. I'll treat you to a good leg later as a reward."

Feng Yuxiu had heard Hua Twelve mention the leg treatment before, but he hadn't dared to take it to heart. Hearing his boss bring it up again now, he paused, then asked incredulously:

"Boss, can my leg really be cured?"

Hua Shier looked at him with a half-smile and asked, "You don't believe me?"

Feng Yuxiu quickly waved his hand, his tongue tumbling out in his haste: "No, no, that's not what I meant."

Shen Xue quietly nudged him from the side and whispered a reminder, "Axiu, why don't you thank the boss?"

Feng Yuxiu then realized what was happening and said repeatedly, "Yes, yes, thank you, boss!"

Hua Shier smiled and waved his hand: "You can thank me after I've really cured you."

As they were talking, there was a knock on the door of the private room.

The waiter came in, bowed slightly, and said softly, "Excuse me, gentlemen, there are some guests outside who would like to see you."

Mouse and the others were all taken aback and asked who it was.

They were all wondering to themselves if it was Song San, that local bully, coming to take revenge.

Feng Yuxiu's eyes suddenly sharpened, and his muscles tensed slightly, ready to make a move at any moment.

Hua Shier, however, didn't care at all, and without even putting down his chopsticks, casually said:

"Let him in."

The waiter left. A moment later, the door was pushed open again, and an elderly man dressed in a very imposing manner walked in with a smile, carrying two glossy walnuts in his hands, surrounded by several men in black.

The old man bowed respectfully as he entered, his tone polite yet without a trace of awkwardness:
"I've come uninvited, sorry to bother you."

Hua Shier raised an eyebrow slightly, stood up, and asked calmly, "And you are, sir?"

The old man introduced himself with a smile:
"I heard that some of you friends have come from the south to see Master Ge? Let me introduce myself. I am Old Ge's sworn brother. Brothers in the underworld call me Uncle Long out of respect. This restaurant you've come to is my property."

Hua Shier was also amused, and generously extended his hand, smiling as he said:
"What a coincidence! I am Yu Tianlong from Guangzhou. To be honest, we were just thinking of visiting you."

Uncle Long reached out and shook his hand, his tone carrying just the right amount of hearty cheerfulness:
"It is indeed a coincidence. I have two main things to discuss with you all."

"First, I'd like to ask you about your relationship with Lao Ge. Let's sit down and have a good talk."

"Secondly, I just received news that the police and Song San are looking for you everywhere. Your situation is not very good."

He paused here, then smiled and added, "If you gentlemen trust me, how about we move over to my place to talk?"

Hua Shier immediately agreed, saying decisively, "Alright. We'll accept your offer without hesitation. We brothers will be in your presence now."

The group followed Uncle Long out of the restaurant through the back door and got into several Mercedes-Benz cars that were already waiting by the roadside.

The convoy drove to a secluded villa area and slowly stopped in front of a detached house.

Upon entering, Uncle Long had tea and refreshments served, showing great hospitality.

Hua Twelve thanked him, picked up his teacup, suddenly smiled, and said:
"When I looked at Uncle Long just now, he looked familiar, like a big star."

Uncle Long laughed heartily, his voice full of energy, and the wrinkles on his face deepened with the laugh:

"Brother Tianlong has a good eye! When I was young, everyone said I looked like Xu Lingjun from 'The Herdsman'. I didn't expect you to notice it too, young man."

From the scruffy-bearded Young Master Zhao in the mahjong parlor, to the white-haired martial arts champion, and now to the elderly Xu Lingjun before him—Hua Twelve knew perfectly well that he had stumbled into some unknown plot again.

However, Zhao Gongzi has made so many bad movies over the years that Hua Shier hasn't watched many of his films since then, so he's not sure which one this plot belongs to.

After laughing, Uncle Long stopped talking and put down his teacup, asking directly:

"I heard that you went to see Song San, wanting to meet Master Ge, and even beat Song San up?"

Hua Shier put down his teacup and nodded generously:
"That's right. I originally planned to have a proper talk, but Song San had such a volatile temper. I thought it wasn't good, so I had someone help him calm down. I didn't expect his men to call the police instead."

Uncle Long, equally indignant, slapped his palm with the back of his hand and cursed with utter contempt:

"This Song San doesn't follow the rules, he's really going downhill from here."

Hua Shier smiled and went along with him, then casually asked:
"Uncle Long, are you planning to avenge Song San?"

Uncle Long waved his hands repeatedly, his tone full of undisguised disgust:
“Why should I stand up for him? To be honest, Brother Tianlong, this Song San is a scoundrel. He broke the rules today. You taught him a lesson, and I should tell you that he did a good job.”

Upon hearing this, Hua Shier immediately became interested, leaned forward, and asked in a low voice:

"Uncle Long, according to the information I've received, it seems that you two are both working for Master Ge—is this... about to cause an internal power struggle?"

Uncle Long didn't answer directly, but instead changed the subject and asked in return:
"Brother Tianlong, may I ask first, what exactly do you want with Master Ge?"

Hua Shier didn't mince words, briefly recounting the story of coming to collect the debt, and added with a smile at the end:
"Paying back debts is a matter of course. Master Ge is a powerful figure in his own right; there's no reason for him to take the goods and not pay."

Uncle Long nodded thoughtfully and asked, "What kind of goods did you take?"

"It's hard to say here, but in Hong Kong they call it US dollars."

Uncle Long's face showed a look of realization, and he slowly nodded:
"I recall what you're talking about. Old Ge did indeed go to Hong Kong Island with that Mr. Li back then."

Hua Shier's eyes narrowed slightly, and he probed subtly:

"Uncle Long also knows Mr. Li?"

Uncle Long waved his hand, his tone carrying a hint of self-awareness and discretion:
"We're just small fry, how could we possibly meet someone like that?"

Hua Shier then followed up with another question:
"Then, Uncle Long, would it be convenient for you to introduce me to Master Ge? So we can talk things out in person."

Uncle Long was silent for a while before slowly speaking, his tone several degrees heavier than before:
“It’s not that I’m unwilling to help you, it’s just that I really can’t. Old Ge passed away last week. He’s gone, and even if you wanted to see him, you couldn’t.”

Hua Shier paused for a moment, then suddenly realized.

No wonder when he said he wanted to see Master Ge at the mahjong parlor, Song San burst out laughing, and that Brother Gou sarcastically added, "That's not allowed."

He sensed something was off about the other person's reaction back then, and now it all makes sense. It turns out that Master Ge had been dead for a long time.

Seeing Hua Twelve frown and remain silent, Uncle Long changed the subject, his tone becoming gentle and meaningful:

"However, it's only right to pay back debts. That's true. Although Old Ge is gone, his son, my nephew, is still alive. He should be the one to pay back this money. I can introduce you to him."

Looking at Uncle Long's smiling, harmless face, Hua Shier immediately understood.

This seemingly amiable old man probably doesn't have any good intentions towards his 'elder nephew'.

But then he thought about it again. None of these people were good people, and their fighting was none of his business. Since they shared a common goal, it wouldn't hurt to use each other.

He immediately smiled, clasped his hands in thanks, and said, "Then thank you very much, Uncle Long."

Uncle Long waved his hand, turned around and instructed the door, "Tell the kitchen that the food is ready." He then turned back to Hua Twelve and the others and smiled, "I've already asked someone to prepare wine and dishes. Let's eat and chat."

After a few rounds of drinks, Uncle Long put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and suddenly smiled at the group, saying:

"Brother Tianlong, tonight I'll treat you to a good show."

Hua Shier immediately put down his wine glass and asked, "What's the show?"

Uncle Long hesitated for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the table before he slowly spoke, his tone now tinged with a somber seriousness:

"Fine. Normally, family scandals shouldn't be aired in public, but I have to get this off my chest."

It turns out that Mr. Li had set a strict rule: none of his subordinates were allowed to ship goods locally.

Master Ge has followed Mr. Li's lead for many years and has always strictly adhered to this rule, never crossing the line.

But a while ago, Master Ge suddenly approached Uncle Long, saying that someone under his command seemed to have broken the rules and was secretly shipping goods locally. He instructed Uncle Ge to find the culprit and deal with him according to the family rules. However, less than two days after saying this, Master Ge died.

Uncle Long had always suspected that someone had sabotaged Master Ge because of that incident. These past few days, he had been secretly investigating, and all the clues pointed to the same person—Song San.

The person who was privately distributing the goods locally was probably Song San.

Uncle Long picked up his glass, took a sip, and gently placed the glass on the table. His voice was low, but every word was chilling:

"Brother Tianlong, the show I invited you to watch is tonight. I'm going to carry out family discipline—to avenge Lao Ge! And I'd like you friends from the South to be my witnesses!"

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