Courtyard House: First, kill the hypocrites, leave none alive.

Yau Ma Tei, Golden Princess Ballroom.

At ten o'clock in the morning, sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a bright patch of light on the floor.

The noise downstairs hadn't even started yet; the whole building was as quiet as an empty house.

But the office on the third floor has changed owners.

Snake King Can sat behind his desk, legs crossed, a cigar between his fingers, slowly smoking.

He was wearing a flashy shirt today, open at the waist, revealing his lean chest.

Her hair was styled with hair oil and combed meticulously. A smug smile played on her lips, a smile that resembled a snake's forked tongue, making one feel uneasy.

Uncle Wen sat on the sofa, holding a cup of tea in his hand, slowly sipping it.

His complexion was much better than a few days ago—Tyrannosaurus was dead, Uncle Quan had run away, and now Hesheng was under his and Snake King Can's control.

Of course, the person in charge on the surface is Uncle Wen.

But Snake King Can knew that this old guy wouldn't live for many more years.

At that time—

A slight smile appeared on Snake King Can's lips.

"Uncle Wen," he said, "this place, Princess Jin, is really nice."

Uncle Wen raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

"It's not bad," he said. "Ah Quan has spent a lot of money on this over the years."

Snake King Can nodded.

"From now on, it's ours."

Uncle Wen didn't say anything.

He was just drinking tea.

Footsteps came from outside the door.

A henchman pushed the door open and came in.

"Uncle Wen, Snake King Brother Can,"

He said, "There's someone downstairs who wants to see you."

Snake King Can's eyebrows twitched.

"Who?"

The younger brother shook his head.

"I don't know him. He was wearing blue overalls and looked like a factory worker."

Snake King Can was stunned for a moment.

Then his expression changed.

Blue overalls.

Worker.

He knew who it was.

Uncle Wen also put down his teacup.

He looked at Snake King Can with a complicated expression.

"That person..." he said.

Snake King Can stood up.

He walked to the window and looked down.

There was a person standing at the entrance of Princess Golden.

Blue overalls.

Medium build.

very common.

But Snake King Can suddenly felt a chill down his back.

He recalled those rumors.

One man, one gun, and he stormed through Fat Po's territory.

One man, with a knife, killed fifteen of Tyrannosaurus Rex's men.

Now, that person has arrived.

Come and take over the territory.

Snake King Can took a deep breath.

He turned around.

"Let him come up," he said.

The younger brother nodded and ran out.

Uncle Wen stood up.

"Snake King Can,"

He said, "What are you planning to do?"

Snake King Can looked at him.

"What should we do?"

He laughed. "This territory is ours. Why should we give it to him?"

Uncle Wen remained silent for a few seconds.

"That person..." he said, "is not someone to mess with."

Snake King Can sneered.

"Not to be trifled with? I, Snake King Can, have been in Kowloon for decades. What kind of people haven't I seen?"

He walked to the door and glanced back at Uncle Wen.

"Uncle Wen, please sit down. I'll handle this."

He pushed open the door and went out.

-

A few minutes later.

Chen Feng walked into the office.

He was wearing a faded blue overall, with greasy stains still clinging to the sleeves.

His face was expressionless, his eyes were deep and still.

He stood in the center of the room, his gaze sweeping over the people inside.

Snake King Can sat behind his desk, legs crossed, a cigar between his fingers.

Uncle Wen sat on the sofa, holding a cup of tea.

There were also seven or eight thugs standing by the wall, their hands on the hilts of their knives.

Chen Feng's gaze fell on Snake King Can's face.

"you?"

He spoke, his voice calm.

"So you want the Tyrannosaurus Rex's territory?"

Snake King Can looked at him.

His eyes held a scrutinizing gaze, and also a hint of disdain.

"Yes," he said, "it's me."

Chen Feng stared at him.

Those eyes remained expressionless.

"What?" he said. "You're not going to give it to me?"

Snake King Can smiled.

The smile was brief, carrying an undisguised mockery.

"Give it to me?" he said. "Do you know that Ah Quan is finished?"

Chen Feng didn't say anything.

Snake King Can continued, "Last night, at Xingsheng Headquarters, we re-elected the leader. Ah Quan was ousted. Now, I'm in charge here."

He stood up and walked up to Chen Feng.

Looking up at the person who was a little taller than me.

"What right do you, a lousy machine repairman from the mainland, have to take over this territory?"

Chen Feng looked at him.

"I don't care who's in charge."

He said, "I'm here today to take over the territory."

Snake King Can's expression changed.

He looked at Chen Feng, at his expressionless face, and at those unfathomable eyes.

He suddenly felt uneasy.

But he is Snake King Can.

I've been living in Kowloon for decades.

What kind of scene haven't I seen?

Who haven't I fought?

He couldn't show weakness in front of a mainland Chinese guy.

He took a step back.

He waved.

"You're too arrogant."

The seven or eight thugs immediately surrounded them.

He was holding a knife and a stick.

"Teach him a lesson!"

The words had barely left his mouth—

Chen Feng made a move.

No one saw where he pulled the knife from.

I only felt a flash before my eyes.

He already held a machete in his hand.

The blade was long and gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

The first thug rushed up.

A flash of light.

He fell down.

A deep gash appeared on his neck, and blood gushed out, splattering onto the ground.

The second thug was stunned for a moment.

Just this one moment.

The knife had already struck him.

A long gash ran down his chest, from his shoulder to his waist.

He fell down, not even having time to scream.

The third.

the fourth.

the fifth.

The blade flashed again and again.

Every time something shines, someone falls.

Screams echoed through the office.

Blood was flowing on the floor.

The seven or eight thugs fell one after another, like wheat being harvested.

Someone wants to run away.

He took half a step before being caught up.

A knife.

Fall down.

Some people wanted to beg for mercy.

He had barely opened his mouth when the knife came down.

A knife.

Fall down.

Less than a minute.

Those seven or eight people all fell to the ground.

Some were still convulsing.

Some of them have stopped moving.

Blood was everywhere.

Chen Feng stood amidst the corpses, the knife in his hand still dripping blood.

His face remained expressionless.

Snake King Can stood behind the desk, his legs already weak.

He looked at the corpses, at the blood, and at the man in the blue overalls.

His lips were trembling.

He wanted to shout.

But I can't shout it out.

Chen Feng walked towards him.

Step by step.

Each step was made of blood, producing a faint sound.

Snake King Can retreated.

He bumped into the desk.

There was no way to retreat.

Chen Feng walked up to him.

Raise the knife.

A knife was held to his neck.

It's icy cold.

Snake King Can's eyes widened in disbelief.

His mouth was open, as if he wanted to speak, but no sound came out.

Chen Feng looked at him.

Those eyes remained expressionless.

"Territory," he said, "will you give it to me or not?"

Snake King Can made a gurgling sound from his throat.

He was finally able to speak.

"Give...give..."

His voice trembled like a leaf.

"Here...for you..."

Chen Feng looked at him.

I glanced at it for a few seconds.

Then he sheathed his knife.

The knife was covered in blood, which was dripping down.

It dripped onto the floor.

One drop, one drop.

Chen Feng turned around.

He walked to the door and stopped.

He turned around and glanced at Snake King Can.

That one glance sent chills down Snake King Can's spine.

Then he pushed open the door and went out.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away in the corridor.

The office fell silent.

Only the blood was still flowing, making a soft dripping sound.

Snake King Can leaned against his desk, trembling all over.

He looked down and saw that his crotch was wet.

I peed.

He, Snake King Chan, has been in Kowloon for decades, but today he was so scared that he wet his pants.

Uncle Wen stood up from the sofa.

His complexion was also very bad, but slightly better than Snake King Can's.

He walked up to Snake King Can.

"I told you," he said, "that guy is not someone to mess with."

Snake King Can looked at him.

"Uncle Wen..." His voice was hoarse.

Uncle Wen sighed.

"Let's clean this up," he said. "Dispose of the body. Then—"

He paused.

"Give him the Tyrannosaurus Rex's territory."

Snake King Can opened his mouth.

"But……"

"But what?"

Uncle Wen interrupted him.

"Do you want to die?"

Snake King Can remained silent.

He knew that Uncle Wen was right.

That person is someone we can't afford to mess with.

They're really not to be trifled with.

-

At the entrance of Golden Princess.

Chen Feng came out.

The sunlight shone on him, on his blood-stained blue overalls.

The blood was still wet, gleaming a dark red in the sunlight.

He glanced down at it.

Then he continued walking forward.

I walked into the crowd.

Acting as if nothing had happened.

-

in the office.

Snake King Can slowly sat down on the ground.

He looked at the corpses, at the blood, at the closed door.

His hands were still shaking.

Uncle Wen walked over and stood beside him.

"Snake King Can," he said, "remember today."

Snake King Can raised his head.

Uncle Wen looked at him.

"Don't mess with that person again."

Snake King Can nodded.

He! I'll remember him.

I'll never forget it.