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He's taken the bait... Lin Yaodong smiled slightly, "Since Brother 19 wants to hear it, then I'll tell you..."

He immediately changed his attitude, becoming friendly and serious, and said, "Look, this is how my property management company operates... like this... like this... and like this..."

As He listened to Lin Yaodong's description, He Yong's calm eyes gradually brightened, and his serious expression softened, replaced by disbelief.

I'm so frustrated!

Is that even possible?!

Lin Yaodong concluded, "So? Interested? I have a professional team. If Brother 19 is interested, we can make a fortune together..."

He Yong didn't answer immediately. If it were really as Lin Yaodong described, then all his businesses would be legitimate, he would be a law-abiding businessman, earning clean money and living in the open...

It would be a lie to say I wasn't tempted.

If given the choice, who would willingly choose to live a life of constant danger?

But... He Yong knew what a gang was.

Some traditions...some rules...cannot be changed at will.

"I'll think about it. Sorry to bother you today." He Yong stood up and put on his hat.

"Take care." Lin Yaodong could tell that He Yong was interested, so he wasn't in a hurry. He stood up and extended his hand.

He Yong hesitated for a moment, but still shook hands.

The moment their palms touched, he felt that Lin Yaodong's hand was warm and strong, unlike the calluses or tattoos of typical gangsters, but rather the hand of a scholar.

"You decide which path you want to take, but every path has people blocking your way... Brother 19 should know what to do... Contact me anytime you think it through."

He Yong paused in his steps, then nodded to Lin Yaodong again before leaving the Kowloon Guest Room.

The atmosphere in the ice room relaxed.

The neighbors gathered around, asking Lin Yaodong if he was alright and if he needed any help.

Lin Yaodong thanked everyone individually and then asked A Kang to give each table an extra cup of milk tea and a pineapple bun as a token of his gratitude.

"Ah Dong, that person doesn't look like a good person. You have to be careful," Uncle Fu said worriedly.

"Don't worry, Uncle Fu, I know what I'm doing." Lin Yaodong smiled, but a hint of seriousness flashed deep in his eyes.

He knew that although he had gotten rid of He Yong today, this matter was not over yet.

Having suffered such a great loss, the older generation of uncles and elders will certainly not let this go easily.

However, He Yong's last look clearly showed that he was tempted; now it remains to be seen what he will choose.

That's how the martial arts world is; once a grudge is formed, it's very difficult to truly resolve it.

But if they suddenly find that the road is passable, they can immediately start drinking and having fun again.

Gao Jin, who had been lurking in the shadows, appeared, walked over, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Dong, should I send someone to follow him?"

Lin Yaodong nodded slightly.

Gao Jin immediately made a phone call to get things done.

Lin Yaodong looked out the window. Causeway Bay was brightly lit in the night, and the streets were bustling with traffic.

This land, which he has worked so hard for many years, is gradually changing according to his plan.

From the cutthroat world of martial arts to the legitimate business district.

Following his property management company's model, although the profits are lower, the work is stable, safe, and legitimate...

But this will also affect the interests of many people.

This road is difficult, but he must continue on it.

"Kang, check please." Lin Yaodong took out his wallet.

"Brother Dong, no need, it's on me today." Ah Kang quickly waved his hand.

Lin Yaodong still took out a few bills and placed them on the counter: "We still need to take what we owe; doing business isn't easy."

This time, Lin Yaodong gave several thousand yuan in exchange for negotiating with the local authorities.

Stepping out of the ice room, a gentle evening breeze caressed my face.

Lin Yaodong took a deep breath, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Sir Situ, it's me. Thank you for today."

A deep voice came from the other end of the phone: "No need to thank me. Fighting crime is the police's duty. But, Dong, this is the last time. There's only so much I can do for you; you need to know your limits."

Lin Yaodong is calling too frequently.

The "friends" he made would only contact him once every year or two, or even three or four years. But what about Lin Yaodong?

I've only known him for a short time, but I've already gone to see him three times.

Situ Jie wasn't stupid; he knew that Lin Yaodong was using him to seize the territory of other gangs.

What he really meant was that it was time to renew the subscription.

Good friends should be happy together; if you're happy, I'm happy, and everyone's happy.

"I see."

"I've recently taken a fancy to two horses... Sir, do you have time to watch the horses run?"

The breathing on the other end of the phone was noticeably heavier. After taking a couple of deep breaths, he said, "Hmm... maybe this weekend. Watching the horses graze and relaxing would be nice..."

Lin Yaodong paused, then continued, "Regarding the district councilor election..."

"I can't help you with that; you'll have to rely on yourself. But as long as you run for office legally and compliantly, the police have an obligation to ensure the election proceeds fairly, justly, and openly."

"That's enough."

This statement at least indicates that the police will guarantee impartiality should any defamation or similar incidents occur.

In Causeway Bay, a direct confrontation is the only way to win; no matter who comes, it won't work.

.....

Morning light streamed through the blinds of a ward at Queen Mary Hospital on Hong Kong Island, casting dappled shadows on the white sheets.

When Ruan Mei woke up, Lin Yaodong was leaning against the window, gazing at the gradually darkening sky outside. He was wearing yesterday's suit, his tie slightly loosened, but his back was still straight.

"You...didn't leave all night?" Ruan Mei asked softly, her voice hoarse from just waking up.

Yesterday, Ruan Mei received a "surprise" prepared by Lin Yaodong: a dress that she really liked but couldn't bear to spend money on. Unexpectedly, in her excitement, Ruan Mei fainted.

Lin Yaodong knew she had a heart condition, but he didn't expect the onset to be so sudden.

Get him to the hospital immediately.

Lin Yaodong turned around, his face showing no signs of fatigue: "Did you sleep well?"

Ruan Mei nodded, then shook her head: "A hospital bed costs three hundred yuan a day, that's too expensive. Can I be discharged today?"

"No." Lin Yaodong's answer was short and firm. He walked to the bedside, took out the still warm porridge from the insulated bag, and said, "Eat breakfast first."

Looking at the bowl of finely cooked white porridge, Ruan Mei knew it must have been bought from some high-end restaurant and was quite expensive.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but seeing Lin Yaodong's gaze, she ultimately took the bowl and spoon.

"Dr. He came to check on you twice last night and said that your vital signs are stable for now." Lin Yaodong sat down in the chair, crossing his long legs. "But we have to wait for all the test results to come out."

"Those tests..." Ruan Mei muttered softly, "will cost a lot of money again."

"You don't need to worry about the money." Lin Yaodong's tone was calm, but it carried an air of unquestionable authority.

Ruan Mei scooped up a spoonful of porridge, then suddenly remembered something: "That dress... why did you actually buy it?"

Lin Yaodong raised an eyebrow: "Ask about this now?"

"I just wanted to know," Ruan Mei said, looking down at the porridge in her bowl, "so I can pay you back later."

"Didn't you see the price?"

"Don't think I don't know, the dress you gave me was the one from the VIP section, I didn't even dare to look at the price..."