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

Just as he was munching on it, Lin Fu came quickly over carrying a cardboard box, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Brother Tian, ​​the firecrackers are here. Shall we light them now?"

Ye Tian waved his hand and said indistinctly, "What's the rush? Sit down and eat first. You'll have the energy to listen to the sound if you're full."

Handsome Kun put down his beer bottle, the glass bottom clanging against the table. "What good news has happened to you? You're so happy, did you find gold?"

Ye Tian raised his head, his greasy lips curling upwards, and his eyes shining with a peculiar light: "It's even better than picking up gold."

Liang Kun and Lin Fu exchanged a glance, both puzzled.

Ye Tian stopped talking and slowly took a swig of beer: "Firecrackers, you know, there's always a time when you buy them. You'll see then."

"Nonsense," Liang Kun said with a laugh.

Ye Tian just smiled, picked up the wine bottle and filled their glasses: "Let's drink, we're happy today."

Just as things were getting lively, the buzzing noise from the food stall suddenly subsided without warning, like the tide receding a great distance.

Ye Tian, ​​Liang Kun, and Lin Fu all stopped what they were doing. In a place where all sorts of people mingle, such sudden silence often means trouble.

The three people looked up and gazed at the doorway.

Several people stood there. The leader was a man with curly, disheveled hair, piercing eyes, large, protruding knuckles, and rough skin—the marks of years of handling knives or other hard objects. Behind the curly-haired man was a short, stout man with a smiling face, appearing amiable, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes held a different kind of cunning. It was Han Chen.

Han Chen turned to the side, revealing the person behind him.

He was a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, his shirt crisp and white. His gaze behind the lenses was calm, as calm as the surface of a deep pool, revealing no emotion. He stood there, silent, exuding an inexplicable pressure, completely out of place in the greasy, noisy environment around him.

When Liang Kun recognized the person, his pupils contracted sharply, and he blurted out, "Han Chen?"

Han Chen didn't respond, but simply stepped aside slightly.

The bespectacled man's gaze slowly swept over everyone, finally settling on Ye Tian's face. His voice was steady and flat: "You're Mr. Ye Tian? It's a pleasure to meet you. My father, Ni Kun, left some instructions before he passed away. Now that he's gone, there are some things that need to be communicated to every... family member."

"Family members?" Liang Kun and Lin Fu were stunned almost simultaneously, turning their heads sharply to look at Ye Tian, ​​their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Ye... Ni Kun's son?

The news hit them like a thunderbolt. They only knew that Ye Tian was an orphan who was taken in and raised by Liang Kun. They never imagined that he had the blood of Ni Kun, the tycoon of Tsim Sha Tsui, flowing in his veins.

An uncontrollable buzz of discussion instantly filled the food stall, and all eyes were fixed on Ye Tian.

Ye Tian himself was also stunned for a moment. Then, he slammed his hand on the table and burst into laughter. His shoulders shook, his eyes squinted, and tears streamed down his face. It was hard to tell whether they were from laughter or something else.

"Great! Excellent! Hahaha!" He laughed so hard he could barely breathe, his hands gripping the table, his chest heaving. "This news... came just in time!"

The curly-haired man's brows furrowed tightly, a fire blazing in his eyes as he looked at Ni Yongxiao. Ni Yongxiao shook his head very slightly, stopping him.

Ye Tian finally managed to stop laughing, wiped his face with the back of his hand, and looked at Liang Kun, his voice shining with excitement: "Brother Kun! Turn around! Go and have guts, throw a dozen or twenty tables! We have to celebrate! I'm so happy! Really, so happy!"

Liang Kun also snapped out of his daze, a genuine smile spreading across his face: "It's time to celebrate! Great news!"

Curly couldn't hold back any longer, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and he was about to charge forward when Ni Yongxiao stopped him again. "He was just telling the truth," Ni Yongxiao said, his voice still calm.

Curly-haired man's eyes widened as if he had heard a fairy tale. Han Chen, standing to the side, whispered in a voice only a few could hear, "Liang Kun's father was killed by Liang Kun himself back then. He had no feelings for that father."

Curly-haired man froze, as if he were frozen in place. Could there really be people like this in the world?

Ye Tian had already stood up and was waving enthusiastically to Ni Yongxiao and the others: "Thank you all for making the trip! Sit down, everyone! Order whatever you like to eat or drink! It's on me today! Everyone!" He shouted to all the diners, "Fellow neighbors, tonight's meal is on me!"

A burst of cheers and thanks erupted from the food stall.

Ye Tian was in an even better mood and said to Lin Fu, "Xiao Fu! Bring out our celebratory firecrackers! Light them! Let everyone share in the joy!"

Lin Fu responded loudly, picked up the cardboard box and ran to the door. Under the complicated gazes of Ni Yongxiao and the others, he deftly took out a long string of firecrackers, tied it to the lamppost, and took out a lighter.

"Crackling sound—!!!"

A deafening explosion suddenly erupted, and red paper scraps sprayed and flew like a rainstorm. The strong smell of gunpowder instantly overwhelmed the aroma of the food, spreading and causing people to cough.

Ye Tian looked up at the chaotic, swirling red flames and shouted amidst the deafening roar, "I've waited until today since I was seven! Thirteen years! I've finally waited for this!"

"God...you've finally opened your eyes!"

This wasn't Ye Tian's own emotion. It was the pent-up resentment and obsession that the original owner had suppressed for thirteen years deep within his body, which exploded and dissipated completely with the news of Ni Kun's death. Ye Tian felt a lightness throughout his body, as if a shackle he had carried for too long had been removed, and a sense of relief emanated from his very bones.

He laughed heartily, opening his arms as if to embrace all the noise and the lively atmosphere.

Everyone around him could feel his heartfelt, almost unrestrained joy.

Only Ni Yongxiao, behind his glasses, watched calmly, his hands slowly clenching at his sides, his nails almost digging into his palms.

Curly Hair erupted completely, letting out a low growl like an enraged beast. He smashed through Ni Yongxiao's obstruction and pounced on Ye Tian, ​​his fist flying towards Ye Tian's face.

Lin Fu, who had been watching this side, moved even faster. He stepped forward, raised his hand to block the curly-haired man's arm, and with his other hand, he punched the man in the ribs. The two immediately began to fight, the muffled thuds of fists and feet colliding mingling with the sounds of firecrackers.

The firecrackers, once countless, will eventually all explode. After the last few scattered, crisp sounds, the acrid smoke is gradually dispersed by the wind.

Just then, Lin Fu seized a tiny opening in Curly Hair's defenses, delivering a low sweep followed by a fierce whip kick that struck Curly Hair hard in the side. Curly Hair let out a muffled groan, lost his balance, staggered back a few steps, and fell with a thud at Ye Tian's feet.

Handsome Kun clapped his hands and cheered, "Little Fu! Your skills are getting hotter and hotter! Even the Crown Prince might not be a match for you!"

Lin Fu took a breath and shook his head: "Brother Kun, you flatter me. Prince is the God of War of Hung Hing. If he doesn't get serious, I'm far from being his match."

Young Kun smiled and gave a thumbs up. Prince was recognized by Hung Hing as the most capable Double Flower Red Pole fighter. Lin Fu could fight him, which was enough to establish himself in the underworld.

Ye Tian bent down, grabbed the curly-haired man's collar, lifted his upper body up, and brought his voice close to his ear. His voice was extremely low and warm, only the two of them could hear:

"Kid, you're wearing a triad badge but doing cop work, you've got some nerve. Going all out for Ni Yongxiao like this?"