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

Snapped!

A crisp, loud slap suddenly rang out in the private room. Camel had given Situ Haonan a solid slap, so powerful that half of his face instantly swelled up, and a trace of blood even seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"So my words no longer carry weight?"

The camel's voice was icy and chilling, filled with intense anger, sending shivers down one's spine.

Situ Haonan covered his burning cheeks, not daring to utter a word of rebuttal. He quickly lowered his head, his tone filled with panic and fear.

"Boss, I was wrong. I shouldn't have said anything out of line and interrupted your conversation with Mr. Jiang."

Camel glared at him coldly before turning around and laughing at Ye Tianqian with a hint of apology in his voice.

"My family's discipline was not strict, I apologize for making a fool of myself in the Hung Hing."

"However, Mr. Ye, please don't drag our entire Tung Sing triad into this."

"Otherwise, if my underlings want to uphold the dignity of the gang and do something impulsive, it's not convenient for me to reprimand them."

Ye Tian grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, but there was no smile in his eyes, and his tone was somewhat confrontational.

"Negotiation is all about asking for the moon, settling for the bottom, and each side having its own reasons."

"Mr. Situ said that Little B is not as good as Uncle Ben, and we Hung Hing feel wronged."

"Can any of you Tung Sing members compare to Siu B's loyalty to Chiang Sheng?"

"As long as Mr. Jiang gives an order, no matter what it is, Little B will never hesitate to do it immediately."

"I have never questioned any of Jiang Sheng's decisions. Even my boss, Brother Kun, might not be able to do that."

"You two gangs should try to find a leader like Little B who is absolutely loyal to the boss."

"Can you find it?"

The Dongxing group was immediately rendered speechless by the question, exchanging bewildered glances, none of them able to utter a word.

They knew in their hearts that Ye Tian was telling the truth. The leaders of Dongxing each had their own agendas, and expecting them to be absolutely loyal to the boss was simply a pipe dream.

Ye Tian chuckled coldly, his tone tinged with smugness.

"Can't find it, can you?"

"Among the Five Tigers, you, Situ Haonan, are considered to have a mild temper. I only said a couple of words, and you couldn't wait to jump out and refute me."

"This is even with big shots like Camel's boss and Uncle Ben present."

"If those two weren't here, would you have just hit me?"

"Don't explain. If you explain, you're right. I don't want to hear your excuses."

"I'm putting it this way today: Little B is that important to us in Hung Hing!"

"His position is much higher than you think, and you'd better figure that out."

Uncle Ben leaned back in his chair, slowly took a puff of his cigar, exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, and chuckled, his tone tinged with disdain.

"He's nothing more than a thug who obeys orders without question."

"No matter how important it is, how important can it really be?"

"Don't try to fool us like three-year-olds. We've all been around for decades. There are no secrets in this world."

"Little B's real status in your Hung Hing is just so-so, there's no need to gild his reputation."

Jiang Tiansheng, Liang Kun, and Chen Yao all frowned instantly.

Uncle Ben, as expected of a veteran of Tung Sing, was cunning and shrewd. With just one sentence, he hit the nail on the head, leaving them all feeling somewhat embarrassed.

If it were them, they wouldn't really be able to refute Uncle Ben's words, since Little B's actual status in Hung Hing is indeed not top-tier.

The three of them looked at Ye Tian simultaneously, their eyes filled with worry, wondering how he would handle this difficult problem.

Camel gave Uncle Ben an appreciative look. Situ Haonan's interruption was indeed inappropriate; he didn't have the right to do so. As a veteran of Dongxing, Uncle Ben's rebuttal was perfectly appropriate.

This statement put Hung Hing in a passive position, which was truly brilliant.

Ye Tian chuckled coldly twice, his eyes full of mockery, his tone carrying a hint of questioning.

"What Uncle Ben just said is that Little B's status in our Hung Hing is just so-so?"

"What a huge joke."

"His importance is far greater than you think; everyone in Hong Kong knows it."

Uncle Ben burst into laughter, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"Everyone in Hong Kong knows? How come I don't know?"

"I think only you Hung Hing members think that way; you're just fooling yourselves."

Ye Tian clapped his hands, his tone carrying a hint of feigned surprise.

"you do not know?"

"Ha, has Uncle Ben gone into seclusion in the deep mountains and forests, cut off from the world and unable to hear any news?"

"I offered a reward of 25 million for the case of Little B. Such a big deal caused a huge uproar in Hong Kong. You're telling me you didn't know?"

Uncle Ben's laughter stopped abruptly, his smile froze instantly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The Dongxing members, who had been laughing along, all shut their mouths, their expressions becoming somewhat unnatural.

With a reward of 25 million, how could they not know about such a large sum? They just hadn't thought of it at the time.

Ye Tian's eyes turned cold, and his tone became sinister.

"Little B is the leader of our Hung Hing Causeway Bay branch, and also a brother to everyone in Hung Hing."

"If he weren't important, would I throw away a 25 million reward to track down the killer for him?"

"You people from Dongxing know better than I do what 25 million means."

"These days, it only costs Uncle Deng two million to become the head of the United Sheng Club."

"I spent 25 million for a dead baby, a full ten times the price."

"Spending so much money on a dead person... and you guys still dare to say he's not important?"

"How much does it cost to hire a hitman? A few tens of thousands at most."

"Twenty-five million! I can buy all the henchmen under Yuen Long's 'Down the Mountain Tiger' gang, and I'll still have enough left over to hire another batch!"

Ye Tian smiled coldly, his eyes full of disdain, his tone laced with provocation.

"Uncle Ben, are you getting old? Do you have dementia? Is your memory failing you?"

"I told you for sure that B is your equal, and you're still not satisfied?"

"Then I'd like to ask, if something were to happen to you, would Tung Sing spend a 25 million dollar reward to hunt down the culprit?"

Jiang Tiansheng, Liang Kun, and Chen Yao were almost speechless with admiration!

That rebuttal was absolutely brilliant!

With this solid evidence of 25 million, they directly shut up the Dongxing people, leaving them with no way to refute it.

Lin Fu stood behind, a faint smile on his lips. He had absolute confidence in Ye Tian. No matter what the situation, Brother Tian could always find a way to resolve the crisis and even turn the tables on the other side.

The pheasant stood to one side, its face full of bewilderment and confusion.

This is different from what I knew.

According to what he had heard before, Ye Tianhua's 25 million bounty was only to complete the task assigned by Jiang Tiansheng as soon as possible and get it over with, and it had nothing to do with how important Little B was.

But now, listening to Ye Tian say this, it seems that he is willing to go to such great lengths to track down the murderer for him because of the high status of Little B in Hung Hing.

Twenty-five million is no small sum; many people don't earn that much money in their entire lives.

If he really wasn't on good terms with Little B, or if Little B really wasn't important, why would Brother Tian spend so much money?

Is it really as Brother Tian said, that Brother B's status in Hung Hing is really that extraordinary?

But looking at what Hung Hing has done, it seems that's not the case.

What the hell is going on here?

Pheasant felt his brain had turned into a complete mess, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became. He couldn't help but look at Lin Fu again, wanting to ask for advice once more.

Lin Fu noticed his gaze and lowered his voice again to remind him.

"I brought you here today to broaden your horizons. Remember, observe more, listen more, speak less, and don't ask unnecessary questions."

The pheasant had no choice but to swallow back the question that was on the tip of its tongue and stand obediently to the side, its heart filled with doubt.

Lin Fu nodded slightly. Although he hadn't spent much time with Shanji, he could tell that the kid was indeed smart and quick to understand.

However, Chicken had always stayed at the very bottom of the gang and had no access to the real workings of the gang, so he had unrealistic fantasies about the underworld.

The reason I brought him to this negotiation was to shatter his illusions as soon as possible and make him see the true face of the martial arts world.

The experiences of low-level gangsters are never those of real gangs; real gangs would shatter their dreams of the underworld.

Lin Fu believes that after this negotiation, Chicken's dream of living in the underworld should be completely reshaped.

Is this Ye Tian?