Hong Kong film: People in Wo Luen Shing, summoning the King of Fighters.

"Boss! Prince Luo is back."

"Yes, yes, don't worry!"

Stepping into Yongle Nightclub, Chen Jialuo took a step back, looking at the sign on the wall with some confusion, and then at the sky.

"Brother Luo, are you wondering why the nightclub is so lively at four in the afternoon?"

Chen Qinshan, noticing Chen Jialuo's confusion, explained, "The day after you left, people started guarding the store entrance every day, and dozens of calls came in every day asking about your whereabouts. I counted, and there were more than a dozen groups involved. Later, some of them simply started coming to the nightclub to spend money."

"Brother Luo, you're back?"

As soon as Chen Qinshan finished speaking, the waiter at the nightclub, who was serving drinks, looked at him with surprise.

For an instant.

Countless eyes in the nightclub turned to look at them, and almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

At one of the tables, the head customer put down a wad of banknotes, threw his cigarette butt into the ashtray, and said, "Alright, now that we've shown up, there's nothing more for us to do. Let's get out of here!"

The guest, a bald man in a floral shirt with three buttons undone at the top, revealing a tattoo on his chest, walked over and said, "Brother Luo, I'm sorry to have bothered you these past few days."

After bowing to Chen Jialuo, he led his men away from Yongle Nightclub.

Soon, more and more customers, clearly short and stocky, got up, paid, and stepped outside. Most of them looked at Chen Jialuo as if he were already dead.

"Damn it, now the whole world is waiting for the moment when I fight Gan Zitai to the death."

Chen Jialu shook his head, somewhat amused, and went to his office. He lit a cigarette and asked, "Did anything happen while I was away?"

"Brother Luo, these guys who came to the nightclub to find out about you are actually quite well-behaved. They didn't cause us any trouble, and our business is booming every day."

"However, some gangs are already getting restless. These past few days, there have been people secretly buying and selling Miss White in Temple Street and Fruit Market, and the Emperor of Tung Sing is especially arrogant. After Black Star switched sides to Tung Sing, he didn't get involved out of old feelings. We followed your orders and didn't make any rash moves."

"Many thugs in the boxing gym have already switched to other gangs, and those who remain all hope to go to Firestone Island."

Chen Qinshan, Iori Yagami, Goro Daimon, and others responded one by one.

The fruit market and Temple Street are bustling with people, and there are countless stalls and vendors. Every day, tens of thousands of people come here to buy fruits and ingredients and stroll through the night market.

This kind of market with huge foot traffic is a natural camouflage for those fans.

She pretended to be buying seasonings and fruits with her online friends, and sold them small packets of Bai Xiaojie's products, either by putting them into the fruits or by adding sugar and salt.

After the transaction was completed, the offline player and his fellow Daoist disappeared into the bustling crowd without anyone noticing.

The fruit market was at its peak during the years when Yan Tong, a prominent detective from Chaozhou, was in charge of Yau Ma Tei.

At night, the fellow cultivators openly lined up to buy Miss Bai's services. Next to her, there were even shacks for them to use for their dragon-chasing adventures. No one cut in line; they were even more polite than the foreign gentlemen.

The situation at the fruit market only improved after the Yau Ma Tei Police Station corruption scandal broke out.

"I understand. Let them be arrogant for a while. Alright, I'm going out for a bit. You all should get some rest these next few days."

Upon hearing this, Chen Jialuo threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, picked up his travel bag, and stood up.

Chen Guohan, Chen Pojun, and others also stood up.

"You don't need to follow me. You can just stay in the nightclub. I'm the safest person in all of Hong Kong right now. Even the Governor of Hong Kong isn't as safe as me."

Chen Jialuo gave a wry smile and waved for them to sit down.

He wasn't wrong. Right now, he was the safest person in all of Hong Kong, not for any other reason than the impending Battle of Firestone Island!

The life-or-death duel involving a hundred people attracted countless eyes. Even the underground boxing matches in the walled city weren't this exciting!

Many forces have already made it clear that anyone who dares to make things difficult for Chen Jialuo during this period will be considered their enemy!

Because of this battle, many underworld forces have joined forces to open betting outlets, involving numerous large sums of money to cover their gambling debts! It has involved the legitimate, criminal, and gray-area sides of the law, with countless entanglements of interests.

If Chen Jialuo dies prematurely, the battle of Huoshizhou cannot take place, and they won't make any money. That's why people are sending people every day to check on his whereabouts; they must ensure that Chen Jialuo is alive and can participate in the bloody battle of Huoshizhou!

Therefore, Chen Jialuo has now become the safest person in all of Hong Kong.

This is undeniably ironic!

Come to the door.

Chen Jialuo took out his car keys, opened the door of the Mercedes-Benz G-Class, and threw the travel bag full of Hong Kong dollars into the car.

"Brother Luo, may I ask where you're going? Please don't make things difficult for us juniors; I'm just doing someone else's job. We've all been living in fear while you've been away."

A burly, short mule strode forward, pulled out a cigarette case, offered one to the mule, and bowed and asked.

"The Grand Rich Nightclub".

As the saying goes, one shouldn't hit a smiling dog, so Chen Jialuo naturally wouldn't make things difficult for these henchmen. He knew that if he drove one group away, another would come.

"Going clubbing, huh? OK! I'll call the nightclub right away."

The short mule immediately took out his cell phone, dialed a number, and shouted, "Prince Luo is going to the Grand Fortune Hotel to have some fun. Tell Bearded Yong to arrange for a beautiful woman to greet him right away."

At the same time, at least a dozen people around him dialed numbers simultaneously, reporting Chen Jialuo's whereabouts.

After finishing his call, the burly, short mule thanked Chen Jialuo.

Chapter 50 Ask my gun, what's my worth!

Chen Jialuo shook his head, got into the car, and started the Mercedes-Benz G-Class.

It's a short drive from Yau Ma Tei to Tsim Sha Tsui, but along the way, more than a dozen triad cars escorted him, as if afraid he might get into an accident.

Upon arriving at the Grand Rich Nightclub, several parking attendants rushed forward, grinning, "Brother Luo, welcome! Parking is free."

Chen Jialuo tossed the keys to the valet without any expression.

A burly, bearded man in a trench coat strode in from the nightclub, a large cigar between his left and right hands. His face was flushed as he said, "Prince Luo, you're the most famous man in Hong Kong right now. Even the Queen of England's birthday celebrations weren't as prestigious as yours!"

"Brother Yong, right? Shall we get a private room?"

Chen Jialuo looked at Bearded Yong and took the cigar offered by him.

"OK! What are you bunch of idiots standing there for? Hurry up and bring out some good wine and call a few pretty girls to keep Brother Luo company!" Bearded Yong shouted to his men, then smiled and looked at Chen Jialuo: "Prince Luo, what kind of taste do you like? If you want to play with celebrities, just tell me! It's on me tonight."

"I find you."

Chen Jialuo offered a casual explanation, picked up his travel bag, and stepped into the opulent Grand Rich Nightclub.

"Holy crap, are you kidding me?"

Bearded Yong shrugged and followed Chen Jialuo with a smile.

The Grand Celebrity Nightclub is one of the top three nightclubs in Tsim Sha Tsui, with hundreds of booths and dozens of private rooms. It is managed by Bearded Yung, who receives a monthly management fee of 200 million HKD.

Bearded Yong is the head of the Yi group, a well-known and formidable figure in the underworld. His wife, Da Jie, is also his sworn sister—the general manager of the Lisboa Hotel casino in Macau.

This time, the betting odds jointly set up by various forces in the martial arts world were the work of Hu Xuyong and his associates.

In the box.

Bearded Yong's henchman, the bald-headed guy from the Yizi Pile, poured Chen Jialuo a glass of whiskey and stood back behind Bearded Yong.

Bearded Yong leisurely exhaled a puff of his cigar and asked, "Prince Luo, is there anything I can do to help?"

How much does it cost to order a small item?

Chen Jialuo threw his travel bag on the table.

"boom"

The dull thud indicated that there was a considerable amount of cash inside.

Taking out his Dupont lighter, Chen Jialuo lit a cigar, then casually closed the lighter and placed it on the table.

Bearded Yong took a small sip of whiskey and said meaningfully, "You mean, you're going to use this money to buy your own life? How about this, I'll call Gan Zitai over now to have a chat with you? I can't get involved in these matters."

"You're wrong, this money is for betting on me to win."

Chen Jialuo said something that was sure to shock people.

The next moment, Hu Xuyong spat out all the wine in his mouth, speechless with astonishment.

"What, you bookmakers on the sidelines don't welcome me placing bets?" Chen Jialuo asked casually, taking a puff of his cigar.

"Welcome! Of course you're welcome! Baldy, go get a few money counting machines to count the money."

Realizing he had lost his composure, Bearded Yong quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe the alcohol off his clothes and replied.

"Wait, there's something I need to ask you!"

"boom!"

After Chen Jialuo finished speaking, he pulled out an M1911 and slammed it on the table.

Baldy and his men quickly put their hands behind their backs, ready to draw their guns at any moment. Bearded Yong gestured to his underlings not to make any rash moves and looked at Chen Jialuo, saying, "Ask away."

"As far as I know, you also gave Gan Zitai an appearance fee? However, it seems that you haven't even come to ask for my opinion yet!"

Chen Jialuo smiled at Hu Xuyong with a forced smile.

The bearded man took a deep drag on his cigar and said in a deep voice, "This was something Gan Zitai and I agreed on beforehand. Also, what is Gan Zitai's net worth? What is your net worth?"

Before reaching an agreement with Gan Zitai, Hu Xuyong never intended to pay Chen Jialuo an appearance fee, because in his eyes Chen Jialuo was a dead man.

"Then ask me what my worth is, based on the gun in my hand!"

Chen Jialuo slammed his fist on the table, grabbed the M1911 from the table, disengaged the safety, pointed at Hu Xuyong, and shouted.