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

Ah Qiang stood up.

He looked at those people.

"Gentlemen," he said, "Uncle Quan has been with Hesheng for decades. Even if he didn't achieve great things, he certainly worked hard. Why was he driven out? Because of that northerner! Not because he wasn't capable!"

He paused.

"Right now, that northerner is still around. Princess Jin was bombed. Ruan Biao is dead. Yan Tong is forcing us to pay. Who among you can handle this?"

No one spoke.

Ah Qiang looked at Snake King Can.

"Snake King, Brother Can, can you handle this?"

Snake King Can opened his mouth.

he can not.

Ah Qiang smiled.

"Then let Uncle Quan come back."

He said, "He has connections, money, and influence. He can help you solve this problem."

Snake King Can fell silent.

He looked at A-Qiang, thinking about what A-Qiang had said.

Uncle Quan is coming back.

Help them resolve the fees.

But the condition is that he come back.

Uncle Wen stood up.

He looked at A-Qiang.

"Uncle Quan," he said, "where are you now?"

Ah Qiang smiled.

"He's right outside."

Uncle Wen narrowed his eyes.

Ah Qiang turned around and walked to the door.

Open the door.

A person walked in.

He wore a black Zhongshan suit, his hair was neatly combed, and he had a faint smile on his face.

Uncle Quan.

The room was eerily quiet.

Uncle Quan walked to the long table and his gaze swept across everyone's face.

Finally, it landed on Snake King Can's face.

"Snake King Can," he said, "long time no see."

Snake King Can's expression changed repeatedly.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

Uncle Quan smiled.

The smile was brief, carrying an ambiguous meaning—perhaps mockery, perhaps smugness, or perhaps simply amusement.

"Snake King Can,"

He said, "I'll help you solve the trouble you've caused. On the condition that—"

He paused.

"I come back."

Snake King Can remained silent for a long time.

He looked at Uncle Quan, at the face he had once driven away.

He knew what it meant for Uncle Quan to return.

This means that Snake King Can will once again be inferior to others.

This means that all his efforts during this period have been in vain.

mean--

But does he have a choice?

No.

He couldn't afford the fees for Princess Jin.

He couldn't afford to offend Yan Tong.

That northerner, he's even more unapproachable.

He could only lower his head.

"Uncle Quan," he said, his voice hoarse, "you're back. I...I have no objection."

Uncle Quan smiled.

He looked at Uncle Wen.

"Uncle Wen, what about you?"

Uncle Wen remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he nodded.

"Come back if you want," he said. "As long as it solves the problem."

Uncle Quan looked at the others.

None of those people dared to speak.

Uncle Quan nodded.

He walked to the head of the table and sat down in the chair in the very center.

That's the position of the person in charge.

He sat down as if he had never left.

"Gentlemen," he said, "from today onwards, prosperity and fortune will still be in my hands."

No one spoke.

Uncle Quan looked at A-Qiang.

"Ah Qiang, go and take care of it. Get the fees sorted out by tomorrow."

Ah Qiang nodded.

"Yes, Uncle Quan."

Uncle Quan stood up.

He glanced at Snake King Can.

"Snake King Can," he said, "Golden Princess, you take care of her for now. But if anything happens in the future, tell me first."

Snake King Can lowered his head.

"Yes, Uncle Quan."

Uncle Quan strode towards the door.

He stopped when he reached the door.

He turned around and glanced at those people.

"Oh, by the way," he said, "you guys don't need to worry about that Yankee thing. I'll handle it."

He pushed open the door and went out.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away in the corridor.

The room remained quiet for a long time.

Snake King Can slowly sat back down in his chair.

His face was as white as paper.

Uncle Wen looked at him and sighed.

"Snake King Can," he said, "just admit it."

Snake King Can remained silent.

He just kept his head down, looking at the table.

The hall masters all lowered their heads and dared not speak.

No one expected that Uncle Quan would return at this time.

No one expected him to come back so easily.

But they all knew one thing—

From today onwards, Hexingsheng is about to undergo another major change.

Sham Shui Po, Fuk Wing Street.

The door to Wynn's repair shop was open, and sunlight streamed in, casting bright patches of light on the floor.

The sound of metal clanging came from the shop, ding, ding, ding, one after another, very rhythmic.

Chen Feng squatted in front of the workbench, holding a wrench, adjusting a part.

Two new apprentices stood beside him, one handing him tools and the other holding an oil basin, their eyes fixed on his hands.

These two apprentices were transferred from the New World by Skinny Monkey to learn machine repair from Chen Feng.

Chen Feng didn't want to bring them along, but Skinny Monkey said, "Brother Da Gang, you can't handle everything by yourself, it would be good for them to help out," so he didn't say anything more.

At the alley entrance, a black sedan slowly came to a stop.

The skinny monkey got off the car.

He was wearing a dark short-sleeved shirt today, and his hair was neatly combed. He looked much more energetic than before.

Ever since Chen Feng handed over the management of New World to him, he has completely changed. He walks with a confident stride and speaks with more conviction.

But at this moment, his expression was not good.

He strode into the shop.

"Big Steel Bro".

Chen Feng didn't look up and continued tightening the screws.

"Um."

The skinny monkey walked over and stood next to him.

"Brother Da Gang," he said, "Uncle Quan is back."

Chen Feng paused for a moment.

Just for a moment.

Then he continued twisting.

"Uncle Quan?"

The skinny monkey nodded.

"Yes. Last night, there was a meeting at the Xingsheng headquarters. Uncle Quan suddenly showed up and said he wanted to come back. Snake King Can and Uncle Wen both agreed."

Chen Feng tightened the screws and straightened up.

He put down the wrench and went to the sink to wash his hands.

He lathered the soap in his hands, his head down, his movements slow and careful.

"That old fox,"

He spoke, his voice calm, "His methods are far superior to Snake King Can's."

The skinny monkey stood to the side, waiting.

After washing and drying his hands, Chen Feng hung the towel back on the wall.

He turned around and looked at the skinny monkey.

"Is there anything else?"

The skinny monkey pulled something out of his pocket.

The bright red invitations with gold lettering look very formal.

He handed it to him.

"It was sent by Uncle Quan. He said it's his 60th birthday and he'd like you to come."

Chen Feng took the invitation and opened it.

The time and location are written on it.

three days later.

Yau Ma Tei, Tai San Yuen Restaurant.

Chen Feng read it once and then closed it.

"OK."

The skinny monkey was stunned for a moment.

"Brother Da Gang, are you really going?"

Chen Feng looked at him.

"What's wrong?"

Skinny Monkey said, "Uncle Quan inviting you at this time is definitely not for anything good. We just blew up Princess Jin and killed his men, what good could he possibly want?"

Chen Feng didn't say anything.

He looked at the invitation and thought of Uncle Quan's smiling face.

That old fox is definitely not up to any good.

But so what?

He's going.

Three days later,

Chen Feng said, "You're coming with me."

The skinny monkey nodded.

"Yes."

Chen Feng looked at him.

"Bring your weapons."

The skinny monkey's eyes lit up.

"clear."

-

three days later.

Yau Ma Tei, Tai San Yuen Restaurant.

This is a long-established shop, three stories high, with grand decor and large red lanterns hanging at the entrance, creating a festive atmosphere.

Tonight, Uncle Quan has booked the entire building.