Hong Kong film: The cop backs down, the ladies beg me to check his license.

"You idiot, you've never seen a woman before!"

In the Mong Kok apartment on Hong Kong Island, the curtains were drawn tightly shut, and although it was already dawn outside, the room was still shrouded in darkness.

Ye Tian had just woken up. He sat up slightly, leaning against the headboard, his gaze falling on the woman on the edge of the bed.

The mature and charming woman had her back to him, her fingertips skillfully fastening the clasp of her gold lace bra.

Her smooth back gleamed softly in the dim light, her waist was slender, her hips were full, and her black lace panties outlined her alluring curves.

He grabbed a crumpled white shirt from the foot of the bed and put it on. The wide hem only reached his upper thighs, and the collar was crooked, revealing his deep collarbone.

She turned and leaned back in the wooden chair, reached for the Marlboro on the table, lit it, and smoke swirled around half her face as she spoke with a mocking tone:

"Hey handsome, what are you daydreaming about? Where's all that energy from last night? Now you're all serious?"

Ye Tian glanced at the empty wine bottle on the table, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips: "You were crazier than me last night."

"What? Is this my fault? Is it because I'm too pretty?"

The mature woman wanted to retort, but when she looked up and saw his face clearly, she swallowed her words.

Ye Tian had sharp, angular features, his face so sculpted it looked like it had been meticulously carved, and his smile carried a hint of wickedness.

Beneath the open shirt, his muscles were sharply defined, concealing a restrained strength.

"How old are you?" she changed the subject.

"twenty."

"I asked about their age!"

"That's exactly what I meant." Ye Tian raised an eyebrow, his tone playful.

"Let me see your ID card."

Ye Tian gestured for her to get it from her pants pocket. The woman pulled out her ID card, and after seeing her birthdate, she couldn't help but laugh and cry: "You really are twenty? When I was already earning money, you were probably still playing in the mud."

"I didn't complain about you, but you complain about me?" Ye Tian sneered, his eyes sweeping over her. "Last night, your body was much more honest than your words."

Before the words were even finished, rapid footsteps echoed in the hallway, followed by a violent slamming of the door, which lurched precariously.

"Ruby! How dare you cheat on me with another man!"

"Open the door! I'm going to chop you two up!"

"You dare touch Prince Hongtai's woman?"

The arrogant roar mingled with the clash of weapons. The woman's mocking expression froze instantly, her face turning deathly pale as she gripped Ye Tian's shirt tightly. Hong Tai was a long-established triad in Hong Kong with tens of thousands of members; she, a mere nightclub madam, was utterly powerless against them.

Outside the door, a barrage of profanities raged. The woman grabbed an ashtray and slammed it against the door, shattering glass and screaming.

"I've had enough! Your Highness! What do you want?! I've told you I don't like you!"

"I've been hiding for half a year, moving to countless places, but you've been chasing me like a mad dog! You've ruined so many of my sisters, you deserve to die a horrible death!"

After the cursing ended, she squatted on the ground and broke down, sobbing.

The grievances and despair of hiding and fleeing for the past six months finally erupted at this moment.

She had already reached a point of no return; rather than be ruined by the Crown Prince, she might as well choose for herself.

With a loud crash, the wooden door was kicked open, and more than a dozen burly men wielding machetes and steel pipes rushed in, their faces fierce.

The woman instinctively stood up to shield Ye Tian, ​​her voice trembling but firm:

"I'll go with you. You can kill me or do whatever you want with me, just don't touch him. It's my own choice."

Crown Prince Hongtai saw her wearing another man's shirt, his forehead veins bulging, his eyes bloodshot, and he raised his hand to slap her cheek.

The woman closed her eyes tightly, but the expected pain did not come.

An arm reached out from behind her, and Ye Tian gently pinched the prince's wrist with just two fingers.

The slap that was coming on suddenly stopped.

The prince exerted all his strength, but his wrist was as if it were locked in an iron clamp, unable to move at all.

"With this little strength, you dare to bully men and women?" Ye Tian's voice was calm, with a lazy quality as if he had just woken up, but it was chillingly cold.

With a slight twist of his wrist, a tricky force came, and the prince screamed as he was pulled forward, his knee slamming heavily into his abdomen.

Immediately afterwards, his right leg shot out like a whip, and the prince flew out of the door like a broken sack, crashing heavily onto the concrete floor of the corridor.

The cracking sound of bones breaking was accompanied by a gush of blood.

"Kill them!" The prince roared hoarsely, curled up on the ground.

The henchmen roared and pounced on him, but Ye Tian gently pushed aside the woman behind him and went to meet them.

His movements were slow, but precise and ruthless. He punched the wrist, chopped at the neck, and elbowed at the ribs, each move hitting the most vulnerable part of the human body.

In less than half a minute, all thirty-odd henchmen fell to the ground, howling in pain, their weapons scattered all over the place.

Ruby leaned against the wall, staring dumbfounded at his retreating figure, her voice trembling, "Are you even human?"

Ye Tian turned around, his hair still neat, his eyes calm, and a familiar wicked smile playing on his lips.

"He's just a Bajiquan martial artist who happened to be passing by."

At that moment, the sound of sirens grew louder as they approached.

"The police are here, let's go!"

Ruby grabbed him and ran outside.

The two rushed downstairs.

Ruby was stunned.

Several black cars were parked downstairs, and the sirens had stopped sometime earlier.

A tall, composed man with an upright posture stepped out of the lead car, his face exuding righteousness.

He quickly walked up to Ye Tian and bowed: "Brother Tian, ​​we rushed here as soon as we heard the news. The cops have been dealt with."

Ye Tian nodded, and his henchman handed him a cigar. He lit it, took a deep drag, and gave the order:

"Give this lady 500,000 and send her home by car. Later, have Brother Kun contact the head of Hongtai."

He turned sideways and slipped a business card into Ruby's shirt pocket, gently pinching her cheek with his fingertips, his tone indifferent: "You can contact me if you need anything in the future. If you can't get through, just call the number at the bottom of this business card."

After saying that, Ye Tian got into the car, and the luxury car sped away.

Ruby stood there, stunned, holding out the business card in her palm. It only had one line of text:

Qitian Group, Ye Tian.

……

Just after midnight, a soft "ding" sounded in my head, like the reed of an old-fashioned alarm clock snapping.

The virtual screen that only Ye Tian could see unfolded right in front of him, its dim light illuminating his expressionless face.

The words on the screen popped up one by one:

[Economy (Bronze): A black wallet containing HK$10,000 in cash was found in a garbage bin at the corner of a residential building in Mong Kok. It was an unclaimed item.]

[Criminal (Bronze): A secluded apartment in Tsim Sha Tsui was a safe house under the name of Lau Kin-ming. HK$30,000 in cash was hidden inside, which was used to transfer his illicit gains.]

【体育（青铜）：本期六合彩三等奖确认号码组合——1、7、33、40、45，单注奖金一万九千元，奖池累计破亿。】

The cigarette between his fingers had unknowingly burned the filter, giving him a slight scald. Ye Tian then snapped out of his daze, stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, and the last ember struggled to emit its final wisp of smoke before going out.

He leaned back into the heavy leather sofa, which creaked softly as it rubbed against the floor. He propped his legs up on the coffee table, looked at the screen, and a slow, gentle smile spread across his face—not a loud laugh, but the kind of knowing smile that comes from when something seems interesting.

This system came with him when he transmigrated, like a watchman who goes to work on time, refreshing three messages every day at midnight without fail, containing all sorts of random things.

As for whether the message is important or not, it all depends on the system's mood that day, regardless of whether it's bronze, silver, or gold.

It sounds intimidating, but it's actually pretty much like a lottery.

These three points might seem insignificant to others, but Ye Tian squinted and thought they were quite good.

He glanced at the economics section and moved on.

Ten thousand yuan is no big deal. I'll just take a detour when I patrol the area later and fish it out of the trash can.

What to do with it after you get it back? Give it to an old man huddled in a cardboard box by the roadside, or toss it to the errand boy as a treat, either way is fine. It's like kicking away a small pebble while walking; not worth the trouble.

What stirred something in him was Liu Jianming's safe house.

Liu Jianming.

The name flashed through Ye Tian's mind, sending a shiver of saccharine sweetness mixed with a hint of excitement.

That two-faced man who walks a tightrope between the police and the underworld.

The smile in his eyes deepened, and he stood up, stretched lazily, his spine making a few light "crack" sounds.