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

An hour later.

Ah Shui led an old gentleman in a long gown into the room.

The old gentleman was in his sixties, with a goatee, reading glasses, and a medicine box on his back.

He walked up to A-Lian and sat down.

Take the pulse.

Observe the tongue coating.

I asked a few questions.

Then he stood up.

"It's nothing serious."

He said, "I caught a chill on the way here, and the fatigue damaged my lung qi. I'll prescribe some medicine, and I'll feel better after taking it."

The man with the missing tooth breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man opened his medicine box, took out paper and pen, and quickly wrote a few lines.

Hand it to Ah Shui.

"Get the medicine according to this prescription. Boil three bowls of water down to one bowl, and take it twice a day."

Ah Shui took the prescription and nodded.

The old man packed up his medicine kit and left.

Ah Shui followed him out.

Inside the house, the man with the gap-toothed tooth held Ah Lian's hand, his eyes red-rimmed.

"Ah Lian, did you hear that? It's okay. Just take some medicine and you'll be fine."

Ah Lian nodded.

"Um."

The skinny monkey stood at the door, watching them.

He smiled.

The smile was brief, fleeting in the sunlight.

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evening.

New World Nightclub, first floor.

Skinny Monkey, along with Iron Head, Mud Loach, Gap Tooth, and a few other people, walked out the gate.

As the sun sets, the sky turns a deep orange-red.

The streets were bustling with people, even more so than during the day.

The neon lights began to light up, red, green, and yellow, illuminating the entire street in a dazzling display.

The skinny monkey stood at the door, staring at everything with wide eyes.

"Brother Monkey,"

Tie Tou whispered, "This place is really lively."

The skinny monkey nodded.

"It's much more lively than Beijing."

Several people walked forward.

I walked past noodle stalls, chicken stalls, gambling dens, and shops.

Finally, they went into a clothing store.

The shop wasn't big, but it was packed full of clothes.

The owner was a plump middle-aged woman with thick makeup on her face, who greeted us with a smile.

"A few bosses, buying clothes?"

The skinny monkey nodded.

"right."

He pulled the wad of money out of his pocket.

The woman's eyes lit up when she saw the stack of money.

"Boss, feel free to look around! Pick whatever you like! All the clothes here are top-quality!"

Skinny Monkey and his friends started wandering around the store.

Tie Tou picked up a black short jacket and held it up against his body.

"Brother Monkey, how's this one?"

The skinny monkey glanced at it.

"good."

Tie Tou grinned and hugged the clothes to his chest.

The loach picked up a floral shirt, its eyes sparkling.

"Brother Monkey, what about this one?"

The skinny monkey frowned.

"Too flashy."

The loach's face fell.

But he didn't put it down; he secretly stuffed the shirt into his coat.

The skinny monkey pretended not to see it.

The man with the gap-toothed tooth picked out a gray long gown, held it in his hand, and examined it over and over.

The skinny monkey walked over.

"Did you buy this for Ah Lian?"

He nodded, his gap-toothed face showing.

"She's sick and can't come out. I'll pick out something for her and show it to her when we get back."

Skinny Monkey patted him on the shoulder.

"OK."

The group spent a long time choosing.

Finally, everyone picked out two or three items and piled them on the counter.

The woman smiled as she did the accounting.

"One hundred and twenty-three yuan in total."

Skinny Monkey counted out 123 yuan from the stack of money and handed it to her.

The woman took the money, her smile widening even more.

"Goodbye, gentlemen! Come again next time!"

Several people walked out of the clothing store.

They were carrying large and small bags, and their faces were all smiling.

Tie Tou was wearing a brand new black short jacket, and he looked so good he was grinning from ear to ear.

Mudskipper still secretly wore that floral shirt underneath, with the newly bought gray cloth shirt on top, looking very pleased with himself.

Clump-toothed man hugged the long robe, imagining Ah Lian wearing it, and a smile appeared on his lips.

A group of people walked under the neon lights on a bustling street.

The skinny monkey suddenly stopped.

He looked at the flashing neon lights, at the unfamiliar faces, at this unfamiliar city.

"Monkey King?"

Tie Tou asked, "What's wrong?"

The skinny monkey didn't say anything.

He just watched.

Looked for a long time.

Then he laughed.

The smile was brief, fleeting in the neon lights.

"It's nothing."

He said, "Let's go back."

The group continued walking forward.

Stepping into the New World Nightclub.

Disappeared in the lights.

New World Nightclub, third-floor office.

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow inside the room.

The faint sounds of the bustling city outside the window could be heard, but after being separated by glass, only a muffled buzzing could be heard.

Chen Feng sat behind his desk, holding an account book in his hand, slowly flipping through it.

The skinny monkey stood beside him, his eyes glancing towards the doorway every now and then.

Over the past few days, they have become familiar with the surroundings.

Tie Tou led a few men to guard the place, while Ni Qiu followed Ah Shui around, becoming familiar with the streets east of Yau Ma Tei.

After taking the medicine, Ah Lian, who has a gap in her teeth, felt much better with her cough and was more energetic.

Everything is getting back on track.

The door was pushed open.

Ah Shui walked in.

"Boss,"

He said, "Ruan Biao has arrived."

Chen Feng raised his head.

The skinny monkey narrowed his eyes.

Ruan Biao?

Is that the guy from Borneo?

Chen Feng nodded.

"Let him in."

Ah Shui turned and left.

A moment later, the door was pushed open.

Ruan Biao strode in.

He was wearing a flashy shirt today, which he left open, revealing the long scar on his chest.

Her hair was coated with hair oil and combed meticulously.

He had a smile on his face, but that smile carried a condescending tone no matter how you looked at it.

Two attendants followed behind him, both dark-skinned and muscular, with their hands on their waists.

Ruan Biao walked into the office, his gaze sweeping across the room.

It landed on Chen Feng.

He smiled.

"Mr. Chen."

He spoke, his voice hoarse, with a heavy Southeast Asian accent.

"It hasn't been easy to get from a repairman to where I am today."

Chen Feng looked at him.

He didn't say anything.

Ruan Biao didn't mind.

He walked to the sofa and plopped down on it.

He crossed his legs.

The two attendants stood behind him.

Ruan Biao looked at Chen Feng, his smile deepening.

"Mr. Chen,"

He said, "I'm here to bring you business."

The skinny monkey frowned.

Why does this tone and these words sound so uncomfortable?

What does it mean to "bring business to you"?

It's like he, Brother Gang, is short of his business.

Chen Feng remained silent.

He just looked at Ruan Biao.

Ruan Biao waited for a second, then two seconds.

Seeing that Chen Feng didn't respond, the smile on his face froze for a moment.

But he quickly recovered.

"Mr. Chen,"

He said, "You own a dock. That small dock on the east side of Yau Ma Tei, it's in a good location."

He paused.

"I want to rent it."

Chen Feng's eyes twitched slightly.

Just for a moment.

Ruan Biao saw it.

He thought Chen Feng was interested.

He continued, "Twenty thousand yuan a month, how about that?"

He leaned back on the sofa, looking at Chen Feng.

That look in his eyes was like an act of charity.

"Mr. Chen, twenty thousand yuan is quite a lot. Your dock is just sitting empty anyway. Rent it to me, and you'll get twenty thousand yuan a month for free, isn't that great?"

Skinny Monkey clenched his fists.

Twenty thousand yuan?

To whom should we give alms?

Brother Da Gang has thirty gold bars in his hand!

Do you really care about your 20,000?

He took a step forward.

"you--!"

Chen Feng raised his hand.

The skinny monkey stopped.

He looked at Chen Feng, his eyes full of resentment.

Chen Feng didn't look at him.

He just looked at Ruan Biao.

Those eyes remained expressionless.

Ruan Biao felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze.

But he didn't show it.

He continued to smile.

"Mr. Chen, how about it? Twenty thousand yuan a month. You don't have to worry about anything. When the goods arrive, your people just need to help unload them. It's a great deal."