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

Ye Tian glanced at Liang Kun with a hint of surprise: "Brother Kun, didn't you tell them?"

Liang Kun grinned, revealing a mouthful of teeth that were slightly yellowed from smoking, and said with a hint of schadenfreude, "I told them, but they didn't believe me and insisted that I was bragging."

The Crown Prince, Han Bin, and Thirteen Sister looked at each other, and after a few seconds, they all spoke, their voices filled with disbelief.

"No way? Wasn't Fatty Lai all that trouble before? Spreading rumors that he was going to take over your Mong Kok business."

"Only a few hours? And you can't hold on anymore? You're so fragile?"

"That's laughable. They think they can challenge us with such meager skills?"

Ye Tian shrugged dismissively: "Fatty Li may want to put on a brave face, but he can't."

The Crown Prince frowned, somewhat puzzled: "There are rules for disputes between different factions; heavy weapons cannot be used, and no one can be killed. What method did you use to force him to back down so quickly?"

Han Bin's eyes lit up, and he patted the Crown Prince on the shoulder, his words carrying a deeper meaning: "Sometimes, what makes people uncomfortable isn't necessarily life-threatening."

The crown prince pondered for a moment, but still didn't quite understand, so he simply asked Ye Tian, ​​"What exactly did you do? Tell me."

Ye Tian smiled, his tone as relaxed as if he were chatting about what to have for dinner: "Nothing much. Just make sure that not a single copy of his erotic magazine leaves the printing press. And have that kid Wu Zhaonan dismember all four hundred-plus of his men responsible for transporting the goods. I haven't even had a chance to use my backup plan yet, and he couldn't take it anymore."

"Pfft!" Han Bin spat out the mouthful of beer he had just taken a sip, coughing as he said, "Ah Tian, ​​you're too ruthless!"

The Crown Prince and Thirteenth Sister were also stunned, and quickly asked, "Binny, what's the explanation? Why couldn't he hold on so quickly?"

Han Bin explained with a wry smile, "Fatty Li's roots are those salacious magazines; they're his money bag. In one morning, over four hundred of his brothers were beaten into the hospital, and the medical expenses alone amounted to millions. How could he not feel the pain? It's like they're cutting into his flesh."

Ye Tian corrected, "It's not a few million, it's twenty or thirty million."

Han Bin was taken aback: "Is the community hospital really that corrupt?"

Ye Tian chuckled: "It's a private fight between two gangs, not for the sake of the organization. Of course, the injured have to pay for all their own expenses."

Han Bin suddenly realized and couldn't help but shake his head.

Ye Tian curled his lip, his tone tinged with disdain: "Fatty Li thinks he's so great all the time, looking down on everyone. I thought he was so tough. Turns out? He gave up after just two or three million? I didn't even have a proper 'combo'."

The prince became interested: "What combo? You have a backup plan?"

Ye Tian shrugged, his tone slightly mocking: "Our brothers in Mong Kok have been busy all year, they deserve a break. I was originally planning to give them three to five days off so they could go sightseeing in North Point..."

The Crown Prince, Han Bin, and Thirteen Sister exchanged a glance, a bad feeling creeping into their hearts. This wasn't a holiday; it was a trip to cause trouble.

"For example, go to Fatty Li's factories, each person takes a spot on the assembly line, and just sits there. They sit there for three to five days in a row, doing absolutely nothing... Don't you think that's interesting?"

Upon hearing this, all three felt a chill run down their spines. This tactic was too insidious; it was like cutting flesh with a dull knife—no blood was drawn, yet it could slowly wear a person down to death.

Thirteen Sister's gaze towards Ye Tian changed, filled with disbelief: "Handsome boy, your mind is... too meticulous, isn't it? If you really do this, Fatty Li's factory can just close down."

Ye Tian shrugged and said matter-of-factly, "He provoked me first, so I can't just stand there and take the beating, can I?"

Han Bin laughed and scolded, "You bastard, you're really unwilling to suffer even the slightest loss, you're a nightmare for ghosts. Fatty Li has really fallen so low this time, he's bleeding heavily. No wonder he couldn't hold on, if this continued, he would really go bankrupt."

Ye Tian leaned back listlessly, exuding a lazy air, as if he had just finished something incredibly boring. "I thought I could stretch my muscles, but who knew Fatty Li was so weak, I didn't even get a chance to unleash a single move. It started strong but ended weakly. Sigh, after fighting for hours, all I got was ten million in compensation. What a waste."

"Pfft!" The three big shots in the private room almost spat out their drinks again.

Thirteen Sister's eyes widened: "What? Fatty Li even paid you ten million?"

Ye Tian said matter-of-factly, "The rules of the underworld dictate that the winner takes all. He started the trouble, and now that he's lost, he naturally has to pay the price. I think ten million is too little for him."

The Crown Prince, Thirteenth Sister, and Han Bin all gave a thumbs up: "Ah Tian, ​​you're really amazing!"

Ye Tian sighed, his laziness becoming even more pronounced: "Sigh, this is really disappointing. I thought we'd have something big, but this is all? But thankfully, I found some other fun things to do later."

Thirteen Sister couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's going on? What's fun to do?"

Ye Tian immediately perked up and grinned: "That ruthless detective Yuan Haoyun from the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau tried to get some underworld information from me, but I beat him up."

Quiet.

The private room fell silent instantly, so quiet that the faint sound of music and drums could be heard from outside.

Liang Kun and the others were stunned, staring at Ye Tian as if he were a monster.

Ye Tian curled his lip: "Look at you guys, so pathetic. It's just a fight with a police officer, why are you making such a fuss?"

Young Kun suddenly stood up: "Tin! That's Yuen Ho-wan! A notorious ruthless character in West Kowloon! You really dare to lay a hand on him?"

Thirteen Sister also said nervously, "Why don't we talk things out with the police? It's not good to resort to violence. What if we cause trouble?"

Yuan Haoyun was a well-known figure in the West Kowloon underworld, and the leaders of these gangs were somewhat wary of him.

Ye Tian snorted: "Think about it, if I give him the information politely, what will the people in the underworld think of me? Want information? Fine, bring it on. Fight me, and if you win, as long as it doesn't harm Hung Hing's interests, I'll tell you whatever you want to know."

The bigwigs looked at each other, unsure of what to say next.

"We're triad leaders, not thugs, so it's not surprising that we have a few cop friends. But we're still in the underworld, and if we get too close to the police, what will other triads think?" Ye Tian said bluntly.

Han Bin nodded: "We're in a gang, and ultimately it's all about making money. There's no need to get too antagonistic with the police, but we can't lose our integrity as gangsters either."

Ye Tian clapped his hands and laughed, "Binny is right. That's why I didn't refuse him directly. If you want information, you'll have to take a beating first. If you can beat me, we can talk about anything, as long as you don't touch Hung Hing's interests."

The crown prince became interested and quickly asked, "How is Yuan Haoyun now? You beat him badly, didn't you?"

Ye Tian chuckled: "Much more resilient than Fatty Li!"

"Hiss!" Thirteen Sister gasped. "You really went all out?"

Ye Tian was too lazy to explain. There was never any "good communication" between the police and the gangsters. If you wanted information, you either had to offer enough benefits or settle things with your fists. Huang Bingyao didn't come himself, but sent Yuan Haoyun hoping to get something for nothing, so don't blame him for being impolite.

He deliberately brought it up, knowing that Han Bin and his group would inquire about it. The more secretive a transaction is, the more suspicious it becomes. On the contrary, this kind of "conflict" that is out in the open is less likely to arouse suspicion.

This is called "the darkest place is under the lamp".

The Crown Prince wasn't very interested in the matter of the constables, so he changed the subject: "Ah Tian, ​​who exactly made the move this morning, taking down Fatty Li's four hundred men?"

Ye Tian casually replied, "They're not from Mong Kok. I borrowed them from the Number Gang. The leader's name is Wu Zhaonan."

The prince suddenly realized: "So it was him. The number gang placed it at the... fortress in Tsim Sha Tsui."

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"Wu Zhaonan, the Number Gang's stronghold in Tsim Sha Tsui." The Prince took a sip of beer and said slowly, "The Number Gang has never had much of a foothold in Tsim Sha Tsui. Before him, they sent several big shots over, but none of them could establish a foothold. The Yi Zi Dui (a group of gang members) put him here with a very clear intention: to use him as a test pawn. If he can hold his ground, great; if not, the loss won't be significant." He himself had done something similar in the past, and he knew the feeling all too well.

Thirteen Sister pondered, "Yau Tsim Mong is lucrative, so it's understandable that the Number Gang wants to get involved. But can Mo Siu Nam really stand on his own?"

Ye Tian bluntly stated, "The Number Gang is delusional. What kind of place is Tsim Sha Tsui? Hung Hing, Tung Sing, Ni Family, Hung Lok, Wo Hing Shing... how many triads have their flags here? It's already packed. Wu Zhaonan, besides being good at fighting, has no brains, no methods, and has no foundation whatsoever. Besides, the Number Gang hasn't given him much support; he's practically a homeless vagrant now."