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

New World Nightclub, third-floor office.

The night was deep, but the neon lights outside the window were still flashing, casting red and green shadows into the room time and time again.

Faint music and noise could be heard from downstairs, indistinct and muffled through the floorboards, like sounds from another world.

Chen Feng sat behind his desk, holding an account book in his hand, but didn't open it.

His gaze fell on the flashing neon lights outside the window, but he saw nothing in his eyes.

He was thinking about Uncle Gui.

The man who spent the night with him in the hold of the cargo ship.

The man who was smoking and said, "Once we get ashore, we'll have a way to survive."

The man who warned him to "be careful of the snake-catching team".

Now, he's showing up at his own gambling den.

He lost all his money and was pinned against the wall by thugs.

Then he recognized himself.

Then he was left behind by himself.

Chen Feng put down the account book.

He stood up and walked to the window.

Looking out the window at the night sky.

"Uncle Gui," he said softly, "who exactly are you?"

They boarded a ship at Tianjin Port and smuggled themselves to Hong Kong Island.

Have a safe journey.

They could know about the snake-hunting team in advance.

It was able to escape when the snake-hunting team was pursuing it.

They were able to survive on Hong Kong Island for more than half a year.

Now, it appears before me.

Chen Feng did not believe it was a coincidence.

There aren't that many coincidences in this world.

Especially for someone like him.

Behind every "coincidence" may lie a scheme.

Who is Uncle Gui?

Were they sent from the mainland?

Were they sent by some force?

Or was he simply a survivor who happened to run into someone?

Chen Feng didn't know.

But he knew this person was not simple.

Anyone who manages to escape from the snake-hunting team is definitely not simple.

If I hadn't had a submachine gun, I would have been caught by the snake-hunting team.

Uncle Gui had nothing, so he ran away on his own two legs.

That in itself is a skill.

Furthermore, he was able to survive on Hong Kong Island for more than half a year.

Smuggled immigrants have no identity, no money, and no acquaintances.

It's already a miracle that we survived.

It takes real skill to survive to this day and still be doing well.

Chen Feng recalled what Uncle Gui had just said.

"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."

That sounds reasonable.

But if you think about it carefully, what would someone who knows everything do in the countryside?

Carpentry, masonry, and repair work—these skills are all quite ordinary when taken individually.

But when all these qualities are combined in one person, they become extraordinary.

In particular, that person managed to escape from the snake-hunting team.

Chen Feng withdrew his gaze.

He walked back to his desk and sat down.

Call Ah Shui over.

"Ah Shui,"

He asked, "Have things been arranged for Uncle Gui?"

Ah Shui nodded.

"It's all arranged, boss. He's been given that storage room in the back office. He's tidying it up and seems quite happy."

Chen Feng was silent for a second.

"Keep an eye on him."

Ah Shui was stunned for a moment.

"The boss?"

"Keep an eye on him."

Chen Feng repeated, "Write down everything he does, everyone he meets, and everything he says. Report back every day."

Ah Shui remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he spoke, his voice becoming much more serious.

"Understood, boss." Ah Shui turned and left.

Chen Feng leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.

Uncle Gui.

You'd better just be a survivor.

If not—

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

The light was very short, it flashed by in an instant.

-

New World Nightclub, basement.

The door to the storage room was closed, but a sliver of light shone through the crack.

Uncle Gui squatted on the ground, holding the broken chair in his hand, examining it carefully.

His movements were slow and focused.

Like everyone who works hard.

But his ears were listening to the sounds outside.

Footsteps.

Voices.

The sound of things being moved.

The faint sound of music could be heard in the distance.

He listened very carefully.

This chair can definitely be repaired.

Just change the leg.

But what he's thinking about now isn't the chair.

It's Chen Feng.

The young man who was trembling while holding his younger sister in the hold of the cargo ship.

Now, these venues are owned by the bosses.

One person killed fifteen Tyrannosaurus Rex's men.

One person forced Uncle Quan to run away.

One person scared Snake King Can so much that he wet his pants.

A slight smile appeared on Uncle Gui's lips.

The smile was brief, fleeting in the dim light.

"Interesting," he said softly.

He continued repairing the chairs.

Acting as if nothing had happened.

-

Yau Ma Tei, Golden Princess Ballroom.

Third-floor office.

This place has changed owners.

Snake King Can sat behind his desk, legs crossed, holding a glass of red wine, sipping it slowly.

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

Her hair was coated with hair oil and combed meticulously.

His face wore a smug smile, a smile that resembled a snake's forked tongue, making people uncomfortable.

Ruan Biao was sitting on the sofa next to him.

He was shirtless, and the long knife scar on his chest gleamed a dark red under the light.

He held a cigar between his fingers, slowly smoking it with a satisfied expression on his face.

Xie Wanying sat next to him.

She wore a deep red cheongsam that clung tightly to her body, outlining her exquisite curves.

The neckline was very low, revealing a patch of snow-white skin.

Her hair was pulled up high, revealing her slender neck. Her face was adorned with exquisite makeup, and her eyes held just the right amount of allure.

She leaned against Ruan Biao, one hand gently resting on his leg.

On Ruan Biao's other side sat Mei Mei.

She was also wearing a cheongsam—moon white, embroidered with delicate orchids.

Her hair was down, she wore light makeup, and her eyes held a gentle smile.

She leaned against Snake King Can, who had his arm around her waist.

Several wall lamps were lit inside, casting a soft glow.

Several plates of pastries and an opened bottle of red wine were placed on the coffee table.

The atmosphere was great.

Snake King Can took a sip of wine and looked at Ruan Biao.

"Brother Biao,"

He said in a fawning tone, "Now that Uncle Quan is finished, we can finally do business properly."

Ruan Biao looked at him.

A complex light flickered in those small eyes.

"Snake King Can," he said, "are you sure Uncle Quan won't come back?"

Snake King Can smiled.

"return?"

He shook his head. "Brother Biao, you don't know. Uncle Quan was kicked out of Hexingsheng last night, and now he's hiding in some rat hole. Would he dare to come back? Coming back would mean certain death."

Ruan Biao nodded.

"Where's that Yankee?"

Snake King Can's expression changed slightly.

Just for a moment.

Then he returned to normal.

"Brother Biao,"

He said, "Let's not mess with that Yankee."

Ruan Biao looked at him.

"What? Are you afraid of him?"

Snake King Can's smile froze for a moment.

He recalled what had happened a few days ago.

Those seven or eight thugs lay dead in pools of blood.

The knife was held to his own neck.

Those legs were so weak they couldn't support me.

His crotch was wet.

He took a deep breath.

"Brother Biao,"

He said, "It's not that I'm afraid. It's that there's no need. He took over Tyrannosaurus Rex's territory, and from now on, it'll be in those few streets on the east side of Yau Ma Tei. We'll be on the west side, and we'll keep to ourselves."

Ruan Biao remained silent for a few seconds.

He took a puff of his cigar and slowly exhaled.

Smoke rises under the light.

"Snake King Can," he said, "you're a smart man."

Snake King Can smiled.

"Brother Biao, you flatter me."

Ruan Biao looked at Xie Wanying.

"Wanying,"

He said, "What do you think?"