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Gao Jin remained expressionless and bowed slightly: "I understand, Brother Dong."

His voice remained as cold as ever, devoid of any emotion.

Xiao Fu appeared more composed. He nodded and added, "Don't worry, Brother Dong. We've taken care of things at the Wan Chai Police Station. We have a few 'friends' there who can provide some assistance when necessary, or... turn a blind eye."

Lam Yiu-tung was well aware that in Hong Kong during this era, the lines between the underworld and the legitimate world were blurred.

Using the funds provided by the system, he cleverly established "good relationships" with many grassroots police officers under the guise of "community building" and "sponsoring police welfare," which made his actions much easier.

Lin Yaodong nodded in satisfaction.

Xiao Fu and Gao Jin were his most capable assistants. One was good at action and intelligence, and the other was calm and decisive. Both of them were very good fighters, and most importantly, they were extremely loyal.

He felt at ease having them carry out the plan.

After receiving their orders, the two quietly left the conference room.

Lin Yaodong was the only one left in the conference room.

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting dappled shadows on the gleaming conference table.

He walked to the window, looking down at the bustling street scene of Causeway Bay below, his gaze deep.

"I'm determined to seize this opportunity to show my face," he muttered to himself, his fingertips lightly tapping the window frame.

"Chan Ho-nam... It's not that I'm being unethical, it's just that time is of the essence. I can only ask you to suffer a little longer... I'll definitely let you have your way next time."

Just as he was planning his next move, the conference room door creaked open.

It was Aoyama Rinko who came in.

She returned, this time carrying a tray with an opened bottle of red wine and two crystal-clear wine glasses.

She gently locked the door behind her back, her movements fluid and natural, a charming yet bold smile on her face, as she gracefully walked towards Lin Yaodong.

"Dong-ge~~" Her voice was soft and sweet, with a clear hint of suggestion. She placed the tray on the conference table and her fingers lightly brushed against the bottle.

Lin Yaodong turned around and looked at the beautiful woman with a graceful figure in front of him.

Rinko Aoyama is an actress signed to his company and one of the actresses he plans to make famous overnight.

He is from an island nation.

She possesses both the gentleness of an Eastern woman and the openness and initiative unique to Hong Kong women of this era.

"Go to the lounge." Lin Yaodong's tone was calm, but his eyes had darkened.

Celebrity romances, especially with actors from their own company, should be avoided, but sometimes, desire overrides reason.

Moreover, this vixen's acting skills are so convincing that it's hard to resist her when she plays the role of "sister-in-law."

For gangsters, the label "gang leader's wife" has an inexplicable and inexplicable attraction.

Like maggots in one's heart, knowing it's impossible, yet unable to resist the urge to possess.

"No~~" Aoyama Rinko approached resolutely, extending her slender fingers to press against his chest, looking up at him with tears welling in her eyes, "I like it here...it's exciting."

She tiptoed and kissed Lin Yaodong's lips.

Lin Yaodong hesitated only slightly before turning the tables and taking the initiative.

The first move is the Eagle Claw Rabbit.

The roc spreads its wings and transforms into the earth!

soon.

The heavy solid wood conference table immediately began to creak and groan under its own weight.

"Huang Jing... dare to buy me inferior goods..." Lin Yaodong panted, muttering with slight dissatisfaction, expressing his doubts about the quality of the table.

"Brother Dong... don't worry about it..." Aoyama Rinko wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes glazed over.

It looks broken.

"I like it swaying... just like... just like how you make my heart flutter..."

The creaking sound continued for a while.

Move from the wobbly conference table to a leather chair against the wall...

They then moved to a glass partition door that reflected their images...

Finally, they even reached the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the street view... The afternoon sun elongated the two entangled figures, casting them onto the polished floor.

……

……

After the passion subsided, it was already evening.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky a deep orange-red.

Lin Yaodong straightened his suit, and the look in his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses returned to its usual calm and depth, as if the indulgence just now had never happened.

Rinko Aoyama blushed and carefully smoothed out the last wrinkle on his shirt.

"There's a company party tonight to celebrate the film's approval and release. You'll be coming, right?" she asked softly, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"We'll see." Lin Yaodong didn't give a definite answer, picked up his coat, and said, "I'm leaving now."

After leaving the company, Lin Yaodong walked alone to a nearby church without any attendants.

Today is Sunday, his day to go to church without fail—although his way of "believing" might seem unorthodox to true believers.

During this time, he received a phone call, and his calm expression turned into one of interest, as if something interesting was about to happen.

The church is located on the sixth floor of a commercial building.

Lin Yaodong walked from the underground parking lot to the elevator.

There were already three people inside the elevator at this time.

A kind-faced middle-aged man in a pastor's robe was preaching to an elderly woman carrying a shopping basket: "...Sister, my church is on the sixth floor. You must come up and listen to the gospel when you have time. The Lord will bless you and your family."

The woman seemed to have been listening to the pastor for a while, and was somewhat moved, nodding repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Pastor, does believing in Jesus really bring peace and safety?"

"Yes, it's good to believe in Jesus. He will cleanse your sins and guide you toward the light."

The pastor patiently answered the questions, then turned his gaze to another young man in the elevator, carrying a heavy sports bag and looking impatient—it was Chicken.

The pheasant clearly dismissed this argument, curling its lip in disdain, but said nothing.

The pastor, however, struck up a conversation: "Young man, judging from your appearance, you seem to be plagued by some anger lately. Would you like to come and listen to the gospel? The Lord can dissolve the violence in your heart."

At this moment, Shanji was thinking about the glorious things that would happen after he delivered the weapons and killed Babi. You're trying to persuade me to believe in Jesus?

He replied curtly, "Okay, okay, we'll talk about it when I have time."

He cursed inwardly: "I'd rather go chop people up than hear your dead man's gospel!"

"Why isn't this lousy elevator moving yet..."

Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Lin Yaodong walked in.

"Oh! It's Ah Dong!" The pastor recognized him immediately, his face lighting up with a warm smile. "Here to hear the gospel again? How devout!"

"Yes, Pastor." Lin Yaodong nodded slightly, as if to say hello.

"Ah Dong?" Chicken was visibly taken aback when he saw Lin Yaodong, a look of surprise on his face. "You...you also believe in Jesus?"

In his mind, Lin Yaodong, a man who frequented gangs and was deep in thought, was really out of place in a place like a church.

Lin Yaodong adjusted his glasses and said calmly, "I guess so. More beliefs mean more paths."

The pastor seemed to have found a role model for his cause, praising Shanji and the old woman, "Ah Dong is such a good man! The Lord loves young people like him who are so enthusiastic about public service and often help their neighbors!"

The pastor then turned to Lin Yaodong and said, "Our church needs someone like you to lead..."

The pheasant was even more confused and interjected, "Hmm? Shouldn't believers in Jesus come to church to pray every day?"

The Lin Yaodong he remembered was not like this.

"Him..." The pastor looked at Lin Yaodong and explained with a mix of helplessness and amusement, "Adong's faith is rather... balanced."

He worships the God of Wealth on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, praying for good fortune; he worships Guan Yu on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, emphasizing brotherhood; he only sets aside one day on Sundays to come here to believe in Jesus, hear the gospel, and purify his soul.

The pastor earnestly advised, "Ah Dong, I'm serious, stop believing in the God of Wealth and Guan Yu, and focus your faith on our one and only Lord Jesus. Treat every day like Sunday, and you'll definitely receive more of the Gospel!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yaodong's face broke into his signature amiable smile: "Pastor Chen, thank you for your kind offer. But I think... it's good to spread the blessings evenly. If I pray to all the gods, surely one of them will protect me, right?"

His words were half true and half false, but they surprised both the pheasant and the old woman.

Just then—

"Click...sizzle..."

The lights on the top of the elevator flickered a few times.

A slight tremor followed, and the elevator suddenly stopped between two floors.

"Hey! What's going on?" Chicken was the first to yell. He rushed to the elevator door and pounded on the metal panel. "Seriously? What's going on? Is the elevator broken?!"

He was on his way to deliver weapons to Chan Ho-nam at a crucial moment when this misfortune struck, and he immediately became agitated. He kicked the elevator door hard, making a loud "bang!" and yelled, "Damn it! Why did it have to happen now of all times!"

Because of his vigorous movements, the zipper of the sports bag he was holding was not properly closed.

As the bag tumbled open, several gleaming, sharpened watermelon knives spilled out with a "clatter" and scattered across the elevator floor.

"Ugh—!" The middle-aged woman next to her screamed in fright, her face turning pale as she looked in terror at the knife on the ground, then at the pheasant with its fierce expression.

Chicken was also stunned. He looked at the old lady, then at the frowning priest, and finally his gaze met Lin Yaodong's calm eyes. A hint of embarrassment and annoyance flashed across his face.

He quickly squatted down, frantically stuffing the knife into the bag, muttering under his breath, "What are you looking at! Haven't you...never seen a watermelon knife before!...Can't I just buy it to cut watermelons!"

The pastor, having seen a bit of life, sighed and said in a wise, experienced tone, "Young man, don't be so hot-tempered. Judging by your expression, you're going to go and chop someone up, aren't you?"

The pheasant, already at its most agitated, snapped, "None of your business! Mind your own business!"

The pastor, however, was not afraid and continued to persuade him kindly: "Put down your weapons and believe in Jesus. It's not too late to turn back now."

See, this elevator could have broken down anytime of day, but it just so happened to break down right when you were carrying a knife and about to commit murder. Maybe this is the will of God; He doesn't want to see you go astray...

Why don't you take this opportunity to spend some time listening to the gospel...?

"I have nothing to talk to you about! Save your breath!" Chicken stuffed the knife back into the bag, zipped it up, and yelled irritably.

The pastor looked at him and suddenly asked, "Which brother are you with?"

"None of your business!" Chicken just wanted the elevator to finish quickly.

"Alright then," the pastor said patiently, "if you believe in Jesus with me, I promise the Lord will forgive your sins and bring you inner peace..."

Chicken was getting annoyed by the pastor's rambling and worried that he would mess up Chan Ho-nam's important business, so he could only pace back and forth anxiously in the elevator.

Lin Yaodong, on the other hand, remained quietly leaning against the elevator wall throughout, a faint smile on his face, as if watching a farce that had nothing to do with him.

Only he knew in his heart that this seemingly accidental elevator malfunction was orchestrated by Gao Jin, with the aim of delaying Shanji's delivery of weapons.

And the fact that he "happened" to be in the same elevator as Chicken made the whole thing so seamless that he completely cleared himself of suspicion.

Similarly, Gao Jin, the plan's executor, did not expect Lin Yaodong to personally intervene, but this undoubtedly made the plan even more perfect.