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Lin Yaodong pondered for a moment, then made his decision: "Xiao Fu, go. Ah Jin will stay with me. We can't rule out the possibility that Liang Kun might use a feint to attack from both sides."

Young Kun is a cunning man, and while he's targeting Chan Ho-nam, he might also be looking for ways to deal with Lam Yiu-tung.

Although he is very skilled in combat, he doesn't have a reliable expert by his side, which is not in line with his cautious principles.

Having Gao Jin by my side is a necessary safeguard.

Gao Jin and Xiao Fu had no objection to Lin Yaodong's arrangement and nodded in agreement.

Xiao Fu said in a deep voice, "Understood, Brother Dong. I will keep a close eye on things in New Australia."

Lin Yaodong seemed to have thought of something else and added, "Remember to bring a good camera, the kind you can hold in your hand."

He doesn't want hearsay; he wants irrefutable video evidence that no one can refute.

Xiao Fu understood immediately and didn't ask any more questions, but simply nodded solemnly again.

Video recordings are undoubtedly the most direct and powerful evidence.

Just then, a slightly noisy sound of footsteps came from outside the private room, followed by the restaurant owner's familiar and enthusiastic voice: "Ah Dong, did I disturb your conversation? These are freshly steamed char siu buns, a complimentary gift!"

Before he finished speaking, the energetic shop owner had already carried in two baskets of steaming hot buns that exuded an enticing aroma of meat.

Lin Yaodong and his group immediately stopped talking and their expressions returned to normal.

Lin Yaodong stood up with a smile, not declining his boss's kindness: "Thank you, boss, you always go to so much trouble."

The shop owner cheerfully placed the steamed buns in the center of the table, looking at Lin Yaodong with admiration in his eyes: "What's the big deal? It's just a few baskets of steamed buns! I should thank you for your help all the time!"

Ah Dong, I saw you on TV!

Fighting off robbers bravely, that's impressive! It really brings honor to Causeway Bay!

As he spoke, he gave a thumbs-up, "Now, who on this whole street doesn't know that we have a hero in Causeway Bay?"

Lin Yaodong maintained his smiling demeanor and said modestly, "Boss, you flatter me. We just happened to run into some troublemakers, so of course we had to let them know that not just anyone can rob us in Causeway Bay."

"Well said!" the shop owner exclaimed.

He wanted to chat a little longer and express the neighbors' pride, but then his wife's loud, energetic shout came from outside: "You old rascal! Come out and help! It's so busy out there, my feet are practically kicking in the sun!"

The shop owner smiled helplessly at Lin Yaodong and had no choice but to turn around and jog out to help.

Lin Yaodong watched his boss leave, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

He sat down again, his expression unusually serious and profound, a departure from his usual smiling demeanor.

The atmosphere inside the private room became somewhat heavy.

However, they only exchanged a few words in the private room.

About two minutes later, a commotion and a jumble of footsteps suddenly came from outside the "Guangji" dim sum restaurant, and it sounded like there were quite a few people.

The diners who were enjoying their morning tea in the lobby saw a group of about twenty people storming into the shop. These people were dressed in flashy clothes and had an arrogant demeanor, so it was clear that they were not good people.

Sensing something amiss, the diners put down their chopsticks, paid their bills, and left, fearing they might get into unnecessary trouble.

The shop owner's heart skipped a beat, but he still mustered his courage and stepped forward: "Gentlemen, what's the matter? This place is under the protection of Hung Hing's Ah Tung, please give me some face..."

The leader was not tall, but had fierce eyes and sported the spiky hair popular among gangsters at the time. He was Fei Hong from the Chang Le Gang.

He shoved aside the shop owner who was trying to reason with him and sneered, "Get out of here! This is none of your business! I'm looking for Lin Yaodong!"

Lin Yaodong and the others inside the private room had naturally already noticed the commotion outside.

Through the slightly ajar door, Lin Yaodong immediately recognized Fei Hong from the Chang Le Gang. He also saw the girl next to Fei Hong, dressed in denim shorts and looking fashionable, with a hint of grievance and resentment on her face.

It was Su Xiaoxiao, the mute girl who had stolen his Bentley a few days ago and was then "punished" by Xiao Fu in a special way.

Fei Hong's gaze swept around the store and quickly locked onto the private room facing the entrance, and Lin Yaodong sitting inside.

He snorted coldly and, leading his gang of henchmen, stormed straight into the private room.

More than twenty people rushed in at once, and the originally spacious private room suddenly became extremely crowded.

The henchmen of the Chang Le Gang all had unfriendly expressions and surrounded Lin Yaodong and his three companions inside the private room table.

Xiao Fu, Gao Jin, and Jiang Xin stood up almost at the same time.

Faced with such a situation where the enemy outnumbered them, Xiao Fu and Gao Jin's expressions remained unchanged. Their eyes were as calm as ice, and their bodies were slightly tense, entering a state of combat readiness, waiting only for Lin Yaodong's order.

Only the driver, Jiang Xin, although also a member of the underworld, had little experience with being surrounded by multiple people in a room. His face was slightly pale, and his palms were sweaty, but he still managed to stand calmly behind Lin Yaodong.

Lin Yaodong is the only one who remains unmoved.

The door was blocked, and there was a wall behind it. Otherwise, he would have immediately stood up, taken a half step back, and let Xiao Fu and Gao Jin stand in front.

It's not that he's a coward, but rather that he's past the stage where he needs to fight personally.

Since there are capable subordinates who can fight and solve problems, why do it yourself? You might even get hurt.

It's not like I'm doing a good deed, there's no need for that!

At this moment, Lin Yaodong didn't even get up; he just raised his eyelids, and no one knew what he was thinking.

He calmly surveyed the uninvited guests who had barged in, his gaze lingering briefly on Fei Hong and Su Xiaoxiao's faces.

"You're Hung Hing's Lam Yiu-tung!?" Fei Hung sat down opposite Lam Yiu-tung with an air of nonchalance, and several of his trusted underlings also unceremoniously squeezed into the empty seats next to him at the table, trying to overwhelm him with their presence.

Upon seeing Lin Yaodong, Su Xiaoxiao became somewhat agitated. She tugged at Fei Hong's sleeve and said in her characteristic, slightly stuttering voice, "Yes! It's...it's him! Boss, he's the one who bullied me!"

As if he had just recognized Fei Hong, Lin Yaodong put on that harmless smile again and asked knowingly, "I am Lin Yaodong."

"Brother Fei Hong, bringing so many people to my Hung Hing territory so early in the morning, making such a racket, isn't that against the rules? Can't you at least give us a heads-up beforehand?"

"Stop giving me those polite words!" Fei Hong slammed his hand on the table with a loud "bang," making the bowls and plates on the table jump.

"You got the car back, but what about that million?! When are you going to pay me back?!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yaodong's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes turned cold: "Brother Feihong, what you're saying makes no sense."

My car was stolen by your men, and I got it back myself through my own abilities. It's only right and proper.

"What, now thieves are so brazen, demanding ransom from the victims?"

Fei Hong slammed his fist on the table again, angrily saying, "Even rats have their ways, and gangs have their rules! Your car is gone because you weren't watching it properly! My men stole it with their skills, so it's hers! If you take it back without paying, you're not following the rules of our gang!"

Even with his deep mind, Lin Yaodong couldn't help but curse inwardly after hearing this robber's logic: "Damn it!"

What kind of twisted and heretical logic is this?

But Lin Yaodong also knew that within the pickpocketing and thieving professions cultivated by these low-level gangs, such distorted "rules of the trade" did indeed exist to some extent.

Once I've stolen something, it's mine. If you want it back, you'll have to pay to "buy" it.

This is an extremely shameless rule, yet it is tacitly accepted in some dark corners.