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

The curly-haired man's body stiffened abruptly, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints. The fierce expression on his face froze.

He was filled with extreme horror; his muscles tensed, and his eyes darted away in a panic, unable to look Ye Tian in the eye.

His identity was so well hidden... how could it be...?

Ye Tian seemed oblivious to his fear; the mocking smile on his lips remained.

"Don't worry, I won't sabotage you. I'll wait and see how you completely muddy the waters of the Ni family."

"Here's a friendly piece of advice: What Ni Yongxiao wants to find out most right now is the person who killed Ni Kun."

"You'd better not be too clever for your own good and send Lu Qichang any nonsense, or you'll die without even knowing how."

Before Curly could react, Ye Tian kicked him hard in the stomach. Curly slid a long way along the ground like a heavy sandbag, curled up, and groaned in pain.

Han Chen quickly stepped forward to help him up, and upon touching him, his expression changed: "Ah Xiao, Ah Ji's ribs... might be broken."

Ni Yongxiao's gaze shifted from the curly-haired man to Ye Tian's face, giving him a deep look. His eyes were complex, something churning beneath the surface, yet he suppressed it tightly. He pursed his lips, his voice low and heavy: "My father's dying wish has been delivered. Let's go."

After saying that, he turned and left without any hesitation. Han Chen and the others quickly helped Curly up and hurriedly followed, soon disappearing around the corner of the food street.

The Ni family arrived suddenly and left in a sorry state, leaving behind a mess of red paper scraps and a faint smell of gunpowder in the air.

Ye Tian looked in the direction they disappeared, then burst into laughter again, feeling utterly exhilarated.

Once they were completely out of sight, Liang Kun leaned closer and whispered, "You knew they'd come?"

Ye Tian's smile slowly faded, his eyes sharpening like a blade. "Yesterday, Brother Ji called me."

"Brother Kei? Bucky?" Handsome Kun was taken aback. "What does he want with you?"

"Didn't we take over the arcade machine smuggling line from Okamoto? Brother Ji wants to use my connections to get you to supply a few more machines to his gang so he can make some extra money."

Handsome Kun frowned: "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"If I told you, would you agree?"

"Of course not! We fought tooth and nail to get this line, why should he get a share?"

Ye Tian shrugged: "That settles it then? I refused back then."

Handsome Kun chuckled and patted him on the shoulder forcefully: "Good brother! You're on my side!"

Ye Tian continued, "After I embarrassed Brother Ji, before he left, he casually mentioned that he saw Ni Yongxiao, the new head of the Ni family, with Han Chen, Luo Ji, and a few others, wandering around the Wong Chuk Hang Police Academy area."

Liang Kun asked, puzzled, "Police academy? They want to recruit new people? Do they need Ni Yongxiao to go there personally?"

Ye Tian's lips curled into a mocking smile: "Why send him to recruit people? They're going to 'inform' someone else about Ni Kun's death."

Liang Kun realized what was happening and his eyes widened: "You mean... there are some at the police academy too...?"

"Yes," Ye Tian nodded, "Ni Kun's other offspring. I guess after informing them, I'll be next."

Liang Kun suddenly realized: "So you prepared the firecrackers all along, just waiting for them to come so you could congratulate them in person?"

Ye Tian sneered: "Don't you and I know who Ni Kun is? From drug trafficking to operating kilns to selling illegal guns, he's done every immoral thing imaginable. What's Ni Yongxiao up to by coming here so openly to claim 'brothers'? He just wants to drag me down with him, tie me to the Ni family's boat, or let everyone know about my relationship with the Ni family so that trouble will come my way later. He's got a pretty good plan."

He pulled out a cigarette case; it was a Camel brand. He took one out and handed it to Liang Kun. Lin Fu immediately took out a lighter and lit it for both of them.

Smoke curled upwards. Ye Tian's voice sounded somewhat deep behind the smoke: "When you're out in the game, you want to make money, but you also want some peace and quiet. Taking shortcuts is unavoidable, but there are some lines you can't cross."

"Hydrone, weapons, counterfeit money... those are dead ends. Once you get involved, there's no turning back, and you're guaranteed to die a horrible death."

"How powerful was Ni Kun back then? He called the shots at the noodle stalls in Tsim Sha Tsui, Tung Sing couldn't control him, and the police couldn't find any fault with him. And what happened? He was beaten to death in the street, his body was incomplete."

"This is karma."

The finger holding the cigarette between Liang Kun's fingers trembled almost imperceptibly. A fleeting, unnatural expression crossed his face, and his eyes darted around.

Ye Tian noticed and turned to look at him: "Brother Kun? Are you not feeling well?"

Liang Kun forced a smile and shook his head: "It's nothing, I might... have caught a bit of a cold."

Ye Tian didn't think too much about it. He took a drag of his cigarette and looked at the night sky peeking through the gaps in the food stall's roof: "Money is a good thing, but there are many ways to make it. Right now, we're running arcades, running brothels, and dealing in small, low-tax goods. It's slower, but it's more stable. We don't have to worry about being watched by the cops all the time, or about our enemies coming after us."

Handsome Kun composed himself, then laughed and retorted, "You make it sound so easy! If making money were so easy, who would risk their life?"

Ye Tian laughed and tapped his chest with the finger holding the cigarette: "Others may not have the connections, but I do."

"Let's go, Kun, I'll show you how to make a small fortune and show you what it means to earn money while standing up."

Handsome Kun became interested: "You really have connections? Tell me quickly, what for?"

Ye Tian kept everyone in suspense: "You'll know when we get there; I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Full of anticipation, Liang Kun followed Ye Tian, ​​asking questions all the way. Ye Tian wouldn't say anything. But as they walked, Liang Kun felt he knew the way better and better. Looking up, he saw the brightly lit sign of the Jockey Club lottery betting station.

He stopped, his expectation instantly vanishing, replaced by a mixture of amusement and exasperation: "Ah Tian... this is where you meant to get rich?"

Ye Tian said matter-of-factly, "That's right. This round of Mark Six lottery has a jackpot of over 100 million. Isn't this a chance to make a fortune?"

Handsome Kun was greatly disappointed and shook his head: "You mean making big money by gambling on the Mark Six lottery?"

Ye Tian turned around, looked at him, and said seriously, "Brother Kun, I'm not joking. I've got my eye on a set of numbers. If I buy them, I can't guarantee tens of millions, but I'll definitely make a fortune. Are you in or not? Let's get rich together, brother."

Handsome Kun shook his head vigorously: "Forget it, forget it, I don't have that kind of luck. Winning the lottery depends entirely on God's favor; you can't just win whenever you want!"

Ye Tian rolled his eyes: "Fine, you'll regret it. I guarantee this number will win."

Liang Kun still didn't believe it. He admired Ye Tian's shady business practices, but the Mark Six lottery was run by the Hong Kong Jockey Club, with very strict rules. How could they rig it? He waved his hand: "Even if I could win, I wouldn't touch it. I have things to do. I need to see Mr. Jiang and tell him about Ni Yongxiao's performance today, so he'll be aware of the situation."

Ye Tian understood his meaning: "Are you worried that the Ni family might harm me and want to ask Mr. Jiang to intervene?"

Liang Kun nodded, his expression serious: "The Ni family is in the heroin business, and they're ruthless. You embarrassed them in front of so many people; I'm afraid they'll try something behind my back. You're my right-hand man, and more importantly, my benefactor; nothing can happen to you."

Ye Tian smiled and patted his arm: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Ni Yongxiao won't get away with this so easily."

Liang Kun sighed: "You're not afraid, but I am. Lately, I don't know why, I'm always feeling restless and irritable, and I get easily angered."

Ye Tian ignored his comment and turned to Lin Fu, saying, "Xiao Fu, let's go. Let him regret it himself."

Handsome Kun laughed and scolded, "You brat! Wait till you fail, then I'll see how I laugh at you!"

As Ye Tian and Lin Fu walked into the betting station, Liang Kun's smile slowly faded, his eyes turned cold, and he muttered under his breath, "Ni Yongxiao, don't touch my people." After saying that, he turned and walked in another direction, his steps steady.

Inside the betting station, Lin Fu leaned close to Ye Tian, ​​lowered his voice, and said uncertainly, "Brother Tian... Brother Kun seems to be touching those things."