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

Ye Tian curled his lip: "Spend more time reading books instead of all you do is fight and kill. What 30% or 70%? There's no set figure at all. It all depends on the chef's mood. To put it bluntly, it's just frying something haphazardly to fool those of you who don't know any better."

"A well-done steak is the most demanding to cook. Too much heat and it's tough; too little and it's undercooked. It has to be just right. Do you know who makes those rare, medium-rare, or medium steaks?"

Taken aback, Liang Kun quickly asked, "Who did this? Is there some special reason behind it?"

Ye Tian chuckled: "It was all made by the apprentices who did odd jobs in the kitchen. While they were making it, they were all thinking to themselves, 'You bumpkin, pretending to know what you don't.'"

"But if you order it well-done, that's a different story. The head chef has to do it himself!"

"Hiss!" Handsome Kun gasped, a look of sudden realization crossing his face. "So that's how it is! No wonder you said ordering it perfectly cooked was considered causing trouble... that's how you cause trouble!"

He shook his head, but the suffocating feeling in his heart still wouldn't dissipate. He waved his hand and said, "I'm leaving! I'm really leaving! If I stay any longer, I'll have a heart attack!"

Ye Tian pointed to the several cans of freshly opened beer on the table: "The beer's already opened, it'd be a waste not to drink it."

Handsome Kun, pulling his female companion along, walked out without looking back, saying, "I'm not drinking anymore! It's too upsetting to look at!"

Watching him practically jog away, Ye Tian finally couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter, clutching his stomach. His hearty laughter echoed through the rather empty room. Hearing the laughter, Liang Kun quickened his pace, almost fleeing in panic.

Lin Fu glanced at Ye Tian, ​​received a signal, and quickly followed. His mission wasn't over yet; he had to keep following Liang Kun.

Ye Tian finished laughing and leaned back comfortably in his chair. He had been waiting for Liang Kun to look like this for quite some time, but unfortunately he hadn't recorded it. Otherwise, he could watch it later and have a good laugh. He picked up the can of beer that Liang Kun hadn't touched, pulled the tab, and felt the cool liquid slide down his throat with a slight stinging sensation—it felt great.

Just then, the black mobile phone on the coffee table suddenly rang, the ringtone sounding particularly jarring in the suddenly quiet room.

"Hello, this is Ye Tian." He answered, his tone returning to its usual calm.

A cheerful male voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of laughter and a subtle probing: "Mr. Ye, it's really not easy to meet with you."

Ye Tian's brow twitched almost imperceptibly: "Who is it? What's the matter?"

"West Kowloon Headquarters, Wong Bing-yiu," the person on the other end introduced himself. "Mr. Yip should have heard of me. At this hour... you should be up, right? Would you do me the honor of letting me express my gratitude?"

Ye Tian laughed heartily, without even blinking: "Officer Huang, I'm sorry, I just woke up and haven't even washed my face yet. No need for thanks, maintaining public order is your duty, I'm just an ordinary citizen doing my job. If you really want to thank me, just do more practical things for the citizens in the future."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a wry laugh: "Mr. Ye, please don't refuse. Please give me a chance. This isn't my personal decision, it's the order from above. Maintaining good communication with enthusiastic citizens like you is also part of my job."

Ye Tian held the phone, tapping his fingers on the cold plastic casing. He thought for a moment, then decided it wasn't necessary to completely cut the cord. "Alright then," he said, his tone softening. "There's a food stall downstairs from my place, the food's pretty good. Tonight it is, your treat."

Huang Bingyao laughed loudly on the other end of the phone: "Great! Thanks, Mr. Ye, for saving me money. See you tonight!"

After hanging up the phone, Ye Tian tossed the mobile phone back onto the coffee table with a dull thud. Outside the window, the twilight light was gradually turning orange.

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Twenty minutes later, Ye Tian and Huang Bingyao were sitting face-to-face at the greasy plastic table of the food stall. The table legs were a bit uneven, propped up with folded cigarette pack paper. Huang Bingyao was slightly overweight, wearing an ordinary polo shirt, and his eyes squinted when he smiled. He didn't look like a policeman, but rather like a friendly shopkeeper from the corner store.

The food stall owner, surnamed Wang, saw Ye Tian from afar and his face immediately broke into a smile, his wrinkles at the corners of his eyes crinkling into chrysanthemums. He jogged over, clutching a rag whose original color was indistinguishable, and symbolically wiped the table: "Brother Tian! You're here! The usual? Oyster pancakes, wontons, and a few skewers of siu mai, please?"

Ye Tian smiled and pointed to Huang Bingyao across from him: "We're not following the usual rules today. You bring out something good, and this Mr. Huang will pay."

Boss Wang's smile widened, and he nodded repeatedly, "Alright! Please have a seat, I'll get it right away, I guarantee it'll be the freshest!"

After the owner turned to get back to work, Ye Tian casually asked Huang Bingyao, "By the way, did anyone from the Ni family eat here a couple of days ago? Did they cause you any trouble? Did they dine and dash?"

Just then, Boss Wang, who was carrying tea, overheard this and immediately chimed in, his voice booming, "Brother Tian, ​​what are you saying! Who in this area doesn't know you've taken care of things? They wouldn't dare to do that even if they had a million lives! They wouldn't cheat your people, would they?"

Ye Tian's smile deepened upon hearing this, and he nodded: "That's good. In business, integrity is paramount."

After a few more words of agreement, Boss Wang happily returned to the hearth behind the stove, where the air was thick with the aroma of cooking.

Huang Bingyao looked at this scene with a hint of surprise on his face, then turned to Ye Tian and said, "Mr. Ye, do you come here often?"

Ye Tian looked puzzled: "It's close to home, I was too lazy to cook, so I just grabbed a bite. What's wrong?"

Huang Bingyao spoke frankly: "I didn't expect it. Logically speaking... someone like you shouldn't come to places like this often."

Ye Tian picked up a cheap tissue from the table and wiped the ends of his chopsticks: "What's so strange about this? When I was a kid, my biggest dream was to be able to eat at a stall like this every day. I thought that would be the best life."

Huang Bingyao paused for a moment, then recalled Ye Tian's background in the file! He became an orphan at the age of seven, and at that time he mostly relied on the occasional handouts from neighbors and Liang Kun, the fish ball seller. Perhaps, this kind of bustling, lively place held a special meaning for him.

The food arrived quickly. The oyster pancakes were fried to a golden brown with crispy edges; the wonton wrappers were thin, revealing the pink meat filling inside; the grilled skewers were sizzling with oil, sprinkled with cumin and chili powder. The two opened beers, clinked cans, and took a few sips.

Huang Bingyao put down his beer can, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked at Ye Tian, ​​his probing gaze no longer concealed: "Mr. Ye, I'll be frank. Those two undercover agents, Luo Ji and Hua Sheng... how exactly did you figure it out?"

He's a straightforward person; after a few drinks, he blurted out what he really wanted to ask.

"What, worried about the safety of your two brothers?" Ye Tian picked up an oyster pancake, took a bite, and made a crunching sound. He chewed and asked slowly.

Wong Bing-yiu didn't deny it, and nodded: "This is a huge matter. Lo Kai was someone that Inspector Luk painstakingly placed next to Ni Yongxiao five years ago, and he didn't make a single mistake in the past five years. But you saw through him at a glance... no, not just saw through him, you almost dug up his ancestors for eight generations, and you know exactly who his superior is. Even Inspector Chan didn't know that such a person existed."

"And Watson, you saw right through him too."

"I really don't understand how you did it. Where did you get this information?"

Ye Tian put down his chopsticks and picked up a tissue to wipe the grease from the corner of his mouth. "No comment," he said calmly. "Every profession has its own ways. You wouldn't be able to use my methods even if I told you. As for gathering information, although you wear uniforms, you're not necessarily faster than me."

Wong Bing-yiu nodded, not feeling offended. It was the truth. Tens of thousands of Hung Hing members, and countless associates, were like a spiderweb spread across every corner of Hong Kong Island—markets, parking lots, bars, mahjong parlors…wherever there were people, there were their informants. They certainly had an advantage over the police in gathering gossip and gossip.

What he couldn't understand was that Luo Ji and Hua Sheng's identities were top secret; no third party could possibly know them except through their direct contact. Where did Ye Tian find them?

"Because I have a cheat code," Ye Tian thought to himself, finding Huang Bingyao's utterly bewildered expression somewhat amusing. His "prophetic" information updates were entirely based on luck, varied widely, but over time, they had accumulated into many secrets unknown to others. In modern society, information is lifeblood—that's absolutely true. Of course, he would never tell Huang Bingyao this. He simply smiled and continued drinking and eating, offering no explanation whatsoever.