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

Yau Ma Tei, New World Nightclub.

At six o'clock in the evening, the sun had not yet set, but the neon lights were already on.

Two hostesses in cheongsams, heavily made up, and with sweet smiles stood at the entrance of New World, beckoning to passing customers.

Chen Feng walked in through the back door.

He was still wearing the same dark short-sleeved shirt, black trousers, and cloth shoes.

After taking a shower and combing my hair, I looked more energetic than a few days ago.

Ah Shui came to greet him.

"Boss, something's happened at the gambling den."

Chen Feng looked at him.

"What is it?"

Ah Shui said, "There was a gambler who lost all his money and tried to renege on his debts. He caused trouble at the stall and injured one of our brothers."

Chen Feng didn't say anything.

He turned and walked out.

Ah Shui followed behind.

-

The gambling den is located in an alley opposite the New World shopping mall.

The storefront wasn't large, but it was quite deep inside, with four or five gambling tables. It was peak time for customers, and all the tables were crowded.

People, dice rolling in the bowl, chips piled up on the table, the atmosphere was lively.

But the table at the very back is empty right now.

Several people were standing nearby.

A middle-aged man was pinned against the wall by two guards, his face pressed against the cold wall, while he continued to curse.

"Damn it! Let me go! I have no money! What do you want?"

The two guards ignored him and just held him down, preventing him from moving.

A man was squatting on the ground nearby, clutching his head, blood seeping from between his fingers—he was one of the gambling den's men, beaten by this man.

Chen Feng went inside.

The two guards saw him and quickly let go.

"Boss."

Chen Feng nodded.

He looked at the person who was being pressed against the wall.

The man also turned his head and looked at him.

Eyes facing each other.

Both of them were stunned.

He was a man in his forties, with dark skin, a weathered face, messy hair, and tattered clothes. He looked like a laborer struggling at the bottom of society.

But Chen Feng recognized that face.

"Is it you?"

The man's eyes widened as well.

"You...you are that..."

Chen Feng didn't let him finish speaking.

"Let him come over," he said.

The two guards released their grip.

The man rubbed his sore shoulder and slowly walked over.

Standing in front of Chen Feng.

Chen Feng looked at him for a few seconds.

Then he spoke.

"Come with me."

He turned and walked out.

The man paused for a moment, then followed.

Ah Shui and the two guards stood there, looking at each other in bewilderment.

-

New World Nightclub, third-floor office.

Chen Feng pushed open the door and went inside.

The man hesitated at the door for a moment, then followed him inside.

The door closed.

There were only two people in the room.

Chen Feng walked to his desk and sat down.

He looked at the man.

The person stood in the middle of the room, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"Sit down," Chen Feng said.

The man glanced at the sofa next to him, walked over, and sat down.

He sat very shallowly, barely touching the edge, with his back ramrod straight.

Chen Feng looked at him.

Of course he remembers.

The cargo ship's hold was dark and smelly, crammed with several stowaways.

He huddled in a corner with Xiaoyu, trembling all over.

This man, who was smoking next to him, said something to him.

"Kid, don't be afraid. Once we get ashore, there's a way to survive."

Later, he said something else.

"Beware of the snake-hunting gang. Those people are more venomous than snakes."

It was because of this sentence that Chen Feng learned of the existence of the Snake-Slaying Team.

After reaching the shore, he encountered a snake-hunting team—

The rest is history.

"What's your name?" Chen Feng asked.

The man said, "Ah Gui. Everyone calls me Uncle Gui."

Chen Feng nodded.

"Uncle Gui."

He paused.

"Where did you go after you got ashore that day?"

Uncle Gui gave a wry smile.

"Where else could I go? Run! The snake-hunting team caught up with me, but I was fast enough to hide in an alley and escape."

He sighed.

"Later, I worked as a porter at the docks for a few months. I saved up some money and then did odd jobs everywhere. I was here today and there tomorrow. I never had a fixed place to live."

Chen Feng looked at him.

"That night, two other people came ashore with us. A man and a woman. Have you seen them?"

Uncle Gui's expression changed.

He lowered his head.

"He's dead."

Chen Feng didn't say anything.

Uncle Gui continued, "That night, the snake-catching team caught up. The man was slow and got caught. The woman tried to save him, but she was caught too. Later—"

He paused.

"I heard they're dead."

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Chen Feng's face remained expressionless.

But something was stirring in his heart.

He had seen that man and woman before.

In the lower deck, the woman clung to the man, the two huddled together, shivering.

They thought that by smuggling themselves in, they could live a good life.

He died on the way.

"Uncle Gui," Chen Feng said.

Uncle Gui raised his head.

Chen Feng looked at him.

What are you doing right now?

Uncle Gui gave a wry smile.

"What else can I do? Do odd jobs. I work when there's work, and I go hungry when there isn't. The money I lost today was three months' worth of living expenses I had saved up."

He lowered his head.

"I don't know how I ended up losing so much. I was completely bewitched. I wanted to win it all back, but I just kept losing more and more."

Chen Feng remained silent for a few seconds.

He knew the other party wasn't telling the truth; someone who knew about the snake-hunting team beforehand was no ordinary person.

Many people who come from the mainland to smuggle themselves in don't even know this.

Chen Feng thought for a moment.

Then he spoke.

"Uncle Gui,"

He said, "You stay here."

Uncle Gui was stunned.

"Stay?"

Chen Feng nodded.

"Help me with something."

Uncle Gui's eyes widened.

He looked at Chen Feng, at this young man who had once squeezed into the lower deck with him.

At that time, he was holding a thin little girl, trembling all over, and looked pitiful.

Now, he sits in this luxurious office, dressed in clean clothes, and is the owner of these establishments.

"You...you're the boss?"

Chen Feng nodded.

Uncle Gui opened his mouth as if to say something, but didn't say anything.

It took him a few seconds to find his voice.

"What...what can I do?"

Chen Feng looked at him.

"What can you do?"

Uncle Gui thought for a moment.

"I can... I can fix things. I used to do all sorts of jobs in the countryside. Carpentry, masonry, repairs, I know a little bit of everything."

Chen Feng nodded.

"OK."

He stood up.

I walked to the door and opened it.

Ah Shui stood outside.

"Ah Shui," Chen Feng said, "take Uncle Gui to the logistics department. Let him handle those odd jobs."

Ah Shui was stunned for a moment.

"logistics?"

Chen Feng looked at him.

"Is there a problem?"

Ah Shui quickly shook his head.

"No problem! No problem!"

Chen Feng looked at Uncle Gui.

"Uncle Gui, you go with Ah Shui. He'll make the arrangements."

Uncle Gui stood up.

He looked at Chen Feng, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"Thank you... thank you, boss."

Chen Feng nodded.

Uncle Gui followed Ah Shui and walked out.

The door closed behind me.

Chen Feng walked back to his desk and sat down.

-

logistics department.

It was actually a storage room in the basement of the nightclub.

It was piled with old tables and chairs, broken light fixtures, and all sorts of random things.

Ah Shui brought Uncle Gui here.

"Uncle Gui,"

He said, "From today onwards, this place is your responsibility. Tidy these things up, fix what you can, and throw away what you can't. If you need anything, just let me know."

Uncle Gui's eyes lit up when he looked at the messy room.

"well!"

He squatted down, picked up a broken chair, and examined it from all angles.

"This can be repaired. Just replace the leg."

Ah Shui looked at him, somewhat surprised.

"Are you really good at fixing things?"

Uncle Gui raised his head.

"Yes. I used to do all sorts of jobs in the countryside. Carpentry, masonry, repairs, I know a little bit of everything."

Ah Shui nodded.

"Okay. Take your time. Call me if you need anything."

He turned and left.

Uncle Gui stood there, looking at the storage room and the dilapidated things inside.