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

Hong Kong Island, Yau Ma Tei East Pier.

At six o'clock in the morning, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

A thin mist shrouded the sea, and cargo ships in the distance appeared and disappeared in the mist, like silent behemoths.

At the dock, a cargo ship slowly pulled into the shore.

The gunwale was lowered, and a group of people poured out of the lower deck.

Skinny Monkey walked at the front, his feet on the stone slabs of the dock, he stumbled and almost fell.

He steadied himself by holding onto the iron head next to him, panting heavily.

The lower deck is too stuffy.

The room was crammed with dozens of people, and it was dark and smelly. He almost thought he was going to die inside.

Now, we've finally made it ashore.

Sunlight shone through the mist, warming his face.

The skinny monkey took a deep breath.

The air was filled with the salty, fishy smell of the sea, and an indescribable odor—not foul, but unfamiliar.

He raised his head and looked at the unfamiliar land before him.

The dock was small, with some containers and goods piled up.

In the distance, you can see some low-rise houses, which are quite different from those in the inland areas. The rooftops are covered with densely packed signs, but you can't make out what they say.

Further away, there was a hazy sky and the endless outline of the city.

Is this the place?

Someone behind me asked, "Have we arrived at Hong Kong Island?"

The one speaking is the loach.

He stood next to the skinny monkey, his eyes wide open, looking around like a mouse that had just come out of its hole.

Tie Tou squeezed in too, his face full of fat and covered in sweat.

"Brother Monkey, is this Hong Kong Island?"

The skinny monkey didn't say anything.

he does not know.

This was also his first time here.

Just then, a person walked over.

He was in his thirties, tall and thin, wearing a black short jacket and shiny leather shoes.

Behind him were two burly men, both wearing the same short jackets, with their hands in their pockets, clearly skilled in martial arts.

The man walked up to the skinny monkey and his gaze swept over the faces of the group.

"Are you from Tianjin Port?"

The skinny monkey nodded.

"Yes."

The man was looking at him.

"Who is the skinny monkey?"

The skinny monkey took a step forward.

"That's me."

The man sized him up.

From top to bottom, and then from bottom to top.

The skinny monkey felt a little uneasy under his gaze, but he didn't flinch; he just stood there and let him look.

The person finished reading and nodded.

"OK."

He said, "Come with me. The boss is waiting for you."

The skinny monkey was stunned for a moment.

"The boss?"

The person ignored him.

He turned and walked out of the dock.

Skinny Monkey paused for a second, then quickly called to the people behind him.

"Come on! Keep up!"

Several people quickly followed.

-

Two black cars were parked outside the dock.

The man walked to the first car and opened the door.

"Get in the car."

Skinny Monkey stared at the car, his eyes practically glued to it.

He has never ridden in a car in his entire life.

He looked at Tie Tou, and Tie Tou looked back at him.

"What are you standing there for?" the man said. "Get in the car."

Skinny Monkey took a deep breath, bent down, and crawled into the car.

Tie Tou, Ni Qiu, Huo Ya, and A Lian squeezed in as well.

The back seat was packed, but no one complained.

The car door closed.

The car started and slowly drove away from the dock.

The skinny monkey pressed his face against the car window, looking out.

Streets, buildings, signs, pedestrians—one by one, they flashed before his eyes.

Those houses were quite different from those in the inland areas. They were much taller and much older, with tangled wires crawling all over the walls.

He didn't recognize many of the characters written on the sign.

The people on the street were dressed strangely, in bright colors, completely different from the drab clothes worn in the mainland.

Tie Tou also lay down to watch.

"Brother Monkey,"

He whispered, "Is this Hong Kong Island?"

The skinny monkey nodded.

"It should be."

The loach huddled in the corner, its eyes darting around, memorizing everything it saw.

The man with the gap-toothed man hugged Ah Lian, who leaned against him, her face still a little pale.

She was seasick and vomited the whole way here.

The car drove through several streets and finally stopped in front of a three-story building.

The storefront is decorated in a grand style, and although the neon sign at the entrance is not lit, you can tell it is the New World Nightclub.

Several people got off the bus.

The person leading them walked to the door and pushed it open.

"Go in."

The skinny monkey took a deep breath.

He led a few people inside.

-

The lobby on the first floor was empty, with only a few cleaners mopping the floor. When they saw someone come in, they all stopped what they were doing, their eyes filled with curiosity.

Skinny Monkey didn't dare to look too long and followed the man upstairs.

Second floor, third floor.

The door was open.

The person stopped at the door.

"The boss is inside."

He said, "Go inside."

The skinny monkey stood at the doorway, looking at it.

His palms began to sweat.

He didn't know what he was going to see.

Big Steel Bro?

Is it really Brother Da Gang?

It's been three months.

It's been three months since we last met.

He took a deep breath.

Take a step and go inside.

The room was very spacious.

An office desk, a few sofas, and a painting hanging on the wall.

The window was open, and the morning light shone in, casting a bright patch of light on the ground.

A person was sitting behind the desk.

Dark short-sleeved shirt, black trousers.

Her hair was combed neatly.

That face was very ordinary.

But that look in his eyes—

The skinny monkey's legs went weak.

He opened his mouth.

"Big...Big Steel Bro?"

Chen Feng looked at him.

Those eyes remained expressionless.

But the skinny monkey noticed something move deep within those eyes.

Just for a moment.

Then Chen Feng spoke.

"Skinny monkey."

The voice was very calm.

But when the skinny monkey heard that voice, tears almost welled up in his eyes.

"Big Steel Bro!"

He rushed over, knelt in front of the desk, and hugged Chen Feng's legs.

"Big Steel Bro! It really is you! I thought... I thought I'd never see you again!"

Chen Feng looked down at him.

The skinny monkey has lost weight.

She's even thinner than before.

He was skin and bones, with prominent cheekbones and bloodshot eyes.

But he is still alive.

Just live.

Chen Feng reached out and pressed down on his head.

The movement was very gentle.

The skinny monkey raised his head and looked at him.

Chen Feng said, "Get up."

The skinny monkey stood up.

He wiped away his tears and grinned.

That smile was ugly, but it was genuine.

Iron Head, Mud Loach, Gap Tooth, and Ah Lian all stood at the door, staring blankly at the scene.

Chen Feng's gaze swept across their faces one by one.

Tie Tou still had that same simpleton look, with a face full of fat and wide-open eyes.

The loach was lean and wiry, its eyes darting around, looking at itself and then at its surroundings, as if trying to memorize everything about the place.

He had a gap in his teeth and a scar on his face. A woman stood beside him, pale-faced, looking at him with a hint of fear.

"Come in, everyone," Chen Feng said.

Several people quickly came in.

Standing behind the skinny monkey.

Chen Feng looked at them.

"They're all alive," he said. "That's good."

The skinny monkey grinned.

"Brother Da Gang, we're all alive! After you left, we wiped out the rest of them! More than twenty! Not a single one was left!"

Chen Feng nodded.

He looked at the woman next to the gap-toothed man.

"Who is this?"

The man with the gap-toothed tooth said, "Brother Da Gang, her name is A Lian. I found her at the City God Temple. She almost died in the dilapidated temple. I saved her, and she's been with me ever since."