My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 720 This is a man who owns an aircraft carrier.

The "master" is the general manager of a gang, usually someone with high prestige in the underworld who is responsible for the daily operations and management of the organization.

They usually don't come to the front lines where there's fighting and killing.

Shen Cuiyue and her two siblings still often muttered these basic gang knowledge.

Hong Kong isn't like the mainland, where a few petty thugs gather together and call themselves things like the Knife Gang, Axe Gang, Eight Great Vajras, or Flying Tigers—these are just random, unorganized criminal organizations.

Several long-standing triad gangs have long been spread throughout every corner of society.

Wherever a new group of kids starts to emerge, people will come knocking to recruit them as underlings. They're always infiltrating various branches of the major gangs in the streets and alleys.

It is absolutely impossible for any new organization to appear out of nowhere.

Occasionally, someone might break away from someone else's command and become independent. This is either because they were misled into betraying their cause and switching jobs, or because they found a way to make money, gain fame, and challenge higher-ups. In the end, they still follow the same boss.

In short, the underworld in Hong Kong has a relatively complete organizational structure.

If discovered in mainland China, they will definitely be crushed to ashes by the thunderous iron fist of the dictatorship.

That's why Shen Cuiyue is so obsessed with this kind of thing; she grew up surrounded by the old times that her elders reminisce about.

Her loud, delicate shouts sounded like a summoning of spirits, carrying a sharp, resentful tone.

The same Emei dagger pierced through the noisy and bustling venue, actually silencing all the shouting and cursing.

Wei Dong guessed that the vast majority of young people, who did not understand Mandarin and could not understand the Sichuan accent, were eager to hear what was being said.

Moreover, judging from the situation he managed to squeeze out, most people were just joining in the fun and making a fuss, mainly talking but not actually doing anything.

Those at the forefront are mostly from other gangs, taking the opportunity to provoke trouble or out of instinctive resentment.

But when they suddenly hear their teammates chanting incantations, they are always surprised and turn around to look.

Wei Dong had almost squeezed to the front because everyone was looking over there. The people behind him who squeezed in turned around and saw that it was the basketball gym manager holding a child, so they let him pass. It was impossible to clear a path for him; it was quite difficult.

During this brief pause, the entire hall seemed to quiet down a bit. Shen Cuiyue decided to finish the ritual: "My elder brother bestowed upon me the Hong family token, which I firmly remember in my heart. Gentlemen, if you wish to see it, it is the same for everyone in the world!"

She was indeed full of dissatisfaction.

They keep saying that everyone in the martial arts world is a brother, and that our family isn't without connections or rules, yet we're still being treated like easy prey.

If she were a tough, resilient man, she would most likely demand an explanation.

Especially since he had praised Wei Dong so much in the martial arts world, only to be proven wrong, he had no choice but to endure it before.

With thousands of brothers backing her up, she can't see the big picture, but the arrogance that comes with riding the wave of success in the underworld will still make her immediately start shouting.

Aren't you going to reply?

Then let's go again: "Golden Wharf, Silver Wharf, we've arrived at your esteemed city's treasure wharf, brother. We've long heard of your benevolence, righteousness, talent, and ambition. Here, we raise our flag and take command. The mountains are verdant and beautiful, gathering heroes and valiant men, planting peach and plum trees, and bearing eternal red fruit..."

If this were a man, people probably wouldn't listen for more than a few words; they'd get impatient if they didn't understand.

But this girl, dressed in an ordinary T-shirt and sportswear, clasped her hands together and shouted. Whether you could see her face or not, you would think, "Wow, she's incredibly bold!"

It's something that anyone with an introverted personality would find extremely difficult to do, to shout like that among thousands of people.

Not to mention that there was a conflict between the two sides, and the other side was clearly a gang leader.

She dared to clasp her hands together on her forehead, shout as she approached, and kept changing her hand gestures.

It's already showing some of the mystical, charlatan-like style of spirit mediums in Southeast China, and it's getting even more energetic.

The crowd watched quietly, and even moved her to the very front, facing her directly.

In fact, Wei Dong had already seen Shi Tou, who was standing at the very front, grinning like a child watching a show, and half-squatting in the gap between the people on the other side, while Mao Er was mixed in on the other side, joining in the commotion!

Just by looking at the positioning of these two little bastards and their tense body posture, they're ready to attack the basket and kill it in one shot!
Damn it, can't you three just give me a break?!

Xiaodie seemed to be infected by the tense atmosphere, clenching her little fists and leaning forward.

Are you this violent too?

As a man in his sixties, Wei Dong wouldn't resort to violence so easily; his violent temper was just an outlet for his anger after it had been provoked.

Let's observe first.

Skipping over the boisterous blond-haired men and the arrogant, burly men, I looked at the middle-aged man surrounded by them. He had the kind of long, center-parted hair popular in Jackie Chan's early films, a thin face, and wore a black stand-up collar outfit. In recent years, it seems that this kind of clothing, called a "student uniform," has also slowly appeared in mainland China.

The black formal suit that Chen Zhen wore when he challenged the martial arts school was a style that seemed to be popular in mainland China at the time. I don't know if it was because he still disliked Western suits and thought that Zhongshan suits were too formal and old-fashioned, but it was a style that was suddenly popular at the time, and many tailor shops could make it.

But this man, who should be over forty, had two or three buttons undone at the collar, giving him a touch of the unruly spirit of the martial arts world.

Originally focused on Shen Cuiyue, her gaze shifted to Rang Weidong, who was holding a child and stood out conspicuously.

Wei Dong had never dealt with any underworld bosses, except for Chen Wenliang, who was desperately trying to portray himself as a businessman.

They made eye contact and nodded.

Four years ago, Rang Weidong would never have done that! From a handless old security guard to a dock porter, Rang Weidong would never have had such a nonchalant and composed reaction.

Even if a major incident occurs amidst fighting and bloodshed, he will remain calm and composed.

This contrasts sharply with the girl who was gesturing and singing loudly.

But Shen Cuiyue's Jianghu slang was so consistent that Wei Dong even suspected that she was memorizing Jianghu textbooks every day to keep her memory.

The words flowed on and on, drawn out, and carried a distinctive southwestern dialect rhythm.

The young people from Hong Kong around them listened with great interest.

The result was that a tall, thin old man emerged from behind the man with the stand-up collar. He also had parted hair, but appeared to be in his sixties or seventies, wearing a traditional Chinese jacket and holding a paper folding fan. He began to speak: "What is light? What is a stick? What is a river? What is a lake? Rivers, lakes, and seas; in the middle of the lakes and seas, there is a large rock with several eyes on it..."

It wasn't a southwestern accent, but standard Mandarin, which seemed to be somewhat different from standard Mandarin.

But Wei Dong can understand it too.

Most people in the basketball arena probably couldn't understand it, but they all buzzed in unison!
I imagine it's a folk performance, and the audience is amazed that the other person can actually keep up.

Sure enough, Shen Laosan was able to continue the conversation: "Brother, there's no need to interrogate me. Listen carefully to the rest. Although I only remember a few sentences, please forgive any omissions or incompleteness. Sunlight is light, a piece of wood is a stick, ears and eyes are rivers, and words spoken are lakes..."

Their nonsensical conversation was neither rhyming nor logical.

Wei Dong vaguely understood; it was meant to be hard to remember, and even contained some deliberate traps of right and wrong, but once you matched the match, you knew you were kindred spirits.

It's just like checking a letter of introduction.

Shen Laosan then started showing off his skills: "...The King of Qin released it, the King of Chu took it back, Laozi chose the iron dragon head, Yang Jian walked drunk in the long street, knocked down the Queen Mother's nine-story building, broke three thousand six hundred glazed tiles, knocked down seventy-two golden pillars, the Queen Mother cursed loudly, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven became his enemy, Ziya carried the list under the bridge, the monkey did somersaults under the bridge, if it is clear and well said, if it is still not true, then I will receive the certificate again!"

Anyway, the old man put away his folding fan and clasped his hands in a fist salute: "It's alright, it's alright, we're all from the same family..."

She then retreated behind the man with the stand-up collar.

Seriously, even if you don't understand the conversation between the two sides, and there are no subtitles, everyone can see that this young woman has perfectly matched all the commands.

The entire audience couldn't help but applaud and cheer, creating a thunderous roar, but then immediately fell silent.

Because the man in the stand-up collar smiled and stepped forward, pointing at Wei Dong with an inquiring expression.

Shen Cuiyue asserted without hesitation: "I am his wife, he is a hero, and we follow a veteran who has been through countless battles!"

Wei Dong chuckled when he heard this, thinking to himself, "Oh well, oh well, I don't blame her."

He originally didn't want to get involved with these gang members, but now he actually feels indifferent.

After receiving the paper fan and translating behind his back, the man in the stand-up collar nodded and turned slightly to the side: "Shall we chat for a bit?"

Although it was Cantonese, Wei Dong could understand the gesture, so he nodded and carried the baby over.

Do you know who Xiaodie has met while being held? I'm afraid you'll be shocked if I tell you...

Wei Dong, dressed in a T-shirt, baggy sweatpants, and basketball shoes, strode out of the stadium with a strong and muscular physique. He seemed completely unconcerned about being surrounded by twenty or thirty people from the other side. Xiao Die was even playing with her father's ears.

He didn't utter a single word from beginning to end, yet he effortlessly demonstrated that he had complete control of the situation.

As everyone turned around and came out, the entire basketball court erupted in cheers!
It was as if they had driven this group away, so a few blond-haired guys still turned back resentfully.

What's there to be afraid of for Wei Dong? Although Shen Cuiyue didn't come out, many people must have squeezed out out of the door out of curiosity, and Shi Tou Mao'er was mixed in among them.

Clearly, something had happened, which made Wei Dong have no doubt that the two of them would target the man with the stand-up collar and the paper folding fan.

Whether they can be killed or not, or whether they die after their outburst, is not important; the important thing is to create an opportunity for the eldest brother to escape.

That's their logic.

The man with the stand-up collar's logic was: "What are you doing here?"

It's definitely a translation of "paper folding fan".

Let Wei Dong keep it simple: "I want to make it the largest basketball club in Hong Kong. It will make money, gain the attention and influence of the municipal government, and it's a great business that will make me a Justice of the Peace."

In Hong Kong movies, it's not just Hong Kong businessmen who most want to be Justices of the Peace.

Let's try the next hook.

People in the martial arts world, however, may never have dreamed of such legitimate recognition.

After hearing the translation from the paper fan, the man with the stand-up collar asked again, "Who are you?"

Haha, this is interesting. It's like Wei Dong flipped through his pile of work permits and letters of introduction to find the most suitable one to show off.

"I heard that from Yuen Long, you can see an aircraft carrier docked in Pengzhen Bay, that's mine."

Even though there were no fighter jets parked on the aircraft carrier, the paper fan was visibly startled. The person who had been using the fan to cover their mouth while speaking unconsciously put their hand to their ear.

The man with the stand-up collar made Wei Dong's expression change drastically!
This is a man who owns an aircraft carrier!
(End of this chapter)