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

More than twenty tables were set up in the lobby on the first floor, and they were all full of people.

They were all bigwigs of various gangs, leaders of various powerful halls, and their respective subordinates.

The private rooms on the second floor are for distinguished guests.

Those seated were all influential figures in the underworld—gang leaders from other factions, several detectives, and a few big business tycoons.

The third floor is Uncle Quan's own territory.

At this moment, Uncle Quan was sitting in the largest private room on the third floor, dressed in a dark red Tang suit, his hair neatly combed, and a smile on his face.

He was surrounded by several people—Uncle Wen, Snake King Can, and several old hall masters from Hexingsheng.

The atmosphere was great.

"Uncle Quan, congratulations on your 60th birthday!"

"Uncle Quan, may your happiness be as boundless as the Eastern Sea and your longevity as enduring as the Southern Mountains!"

"Uncle Quan, we must have a few more drinks tonight!"

Uncle Quan smiled and waved his hand.

"You're too kind. Please have a seat."

He picked up his glass and took a sip.

Those eyes shone with a light that no one could understand.

downstairs.

The hall was bustling with noise and the clinking of glasses.

Suddenly, the doorway fell silent.

Everyone stopped talking.

All eyes turned to the doorway.

Chen Feng walked in.

Today he was wearing a dark Zhongshan suit, black trousers, and his leather shoes were polished to a shine.

Her hair was neatly combed, her face was expressionless, and her eyes were deep and calm.

Skinny Monkey followed behind him, wearing a black short jacket, his hands in his pockets, and a bulging bag at his waist—that was a gun.

The two people walked into the hall.

The once lively scene suddenly turned cold.

Some of those who were sitting stood up, some shrank back, and some had already reached for their waists.

Everyone in the underworld knows that Chen Feng blew up Princess Jin.

Who doesn't know that Ruan Biao was killed?

What is he here for today?

Are they here to cause trouble?

Everyone's eyes were on him, so tense that they dared not breathe.

Chen Feng didn't look at them.

He walked through the hall and headed for the stairs.

He stopped when he reached the top of the stairs.

He turned around and glanced at the people in the hall.

His gaze was calm.

But everyone who saw him felt a chill run down their spine.

Chen Feng withdrew his gaze.

Go up the stairs.

The second floor.

The same silence.

The distinguished guests sitting in the private room were also watching him.

Chen Feng didn't stop.

Keep going up.

Third floor.

The entrance to the largest private room.

The two thugs stood there, and their expressions changed when they saw Chen Feng come up.

"stop!"

One of the thugs reached out to stop him.

Chen Feng looked at him.

There was nothing in those eyes.

The thug's hands began to tremble.

The skinny monkey took a step forward.

"Get out of the way."

His voice wasn't loud, but his imposing presence rendered the two thugs unable to move.

The door to the private room opened.

Uncle Quan stood at the door.

He had a smile on his face.

"Brother Chen! You've arrived! Please come in!"

The two thugs quickly moved aside.

Chen Feng went inside.

The skinny monkey followed behind.

Several people were sitting in the private room—Uncle Wen, Snake King Can, and a few old gang leaders.

Their expressions changed when they saw Chen Feng enter.

Snake King Can's hands were trembling.

He remembered that day.

The knife was held to his neck.

Those eyes were looking at me.

The voice said, "Give it or not?"

He wet his pants.

Now, that person has come again.

Uncle Quan greeted him with a smile.

"Brother Chen, please sit down!"

Chen Feng did not sit down.

He stood in the center of the room.

His gaze swept across everyone's face.

Finally, it landed on Uncle Quan's face.

"Uncle Quan,"

He spoke calmly, "I've come today to wish you a happy birthday."

Uncle Quan nodded with a smile.

"Thank you so much! Brother Chen, you're so kind!"

Chen Feng looked at him.

Those eyes remained expressionless.

"There's one more thing."

Uncle Quan's smile froze for a moment.

It was just a fleeting moment.

Then he returned to normal.

"What is it?"

Chen Feng said, "I want Golden Princess."

The room fell silent.

It was eerily quiet.

Uncle Wen's hand froze in mid-air, unsure whether to pick up the teacup or put it down.

Snake King Can's face turned white, as white as paper.

Those old hall masters didn't dare to utter a sound.

Uncle Quan's smile froze on his face.

He looked at Chen Feng, at his expressionless face, and at those unfathomable eyes.

He remembered that day.

The man refused him at the teahouse.

He asked, "Are you sure?"

He didn't dare to answer at the time.

Now, this person stands in front of him and says, "I want the Golden Princess."

Uncle Quan took a deep breath.

He tried hard to keep smiling.

"Brother Chen,"

He said, "Golden Princess is a thriving establishment. What you're saying..."

Chen Feng interrupted him.

"You can no longer protect Princess Jin."

Uncle Quan was stunned.

Chen Feng continued, "Ruan Biao died at Jin Gongzhu. Tell me, can you protect it?"

Uncle Quan didn't say anything.

Chen Feng said, "Golden Princess is a hot potato right now; I think it's more suitable for me!"

He looked at Uncle Quan.

"Snake King Can, he's a piece of trash, he can't protect it."

Uncle Quan's expression changed.

Chen Feng took a step forward.

I'm closer to Uncle Quan now.

"Uncle Quan,"

He said, "Golden Princess, I want her."

Sweat began to bead on Uncle Quan's forehead.

He looked at Chen Feng, at those eyes.

He knew this person wasn't there to discuss things.

They've come to collect it.

If you don't give it to me, I'll turn against you.

Turning against someone means certain death.

Uncle Quan took a deep breath.

He spoke.

"Brother Chen,"

His voice was hoarse, "The Golden Princess is yours. But..."

He paused.

You have to promise me one thing.

Chen Feng looked at him.

"explain."

Uncle Quan said, "From now on, we'll keep to ourselves."

Chen Feng was silent for a second.

Then he nodded.

"Can."

Uncle Quan breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned around and looked at Snake King Can.

"Snake King Can, Princess Jin, for Brother Chen."

Snake King Can's face turned deathly pale.

But he didn't dare say no.

He could only nod.

"Yes, Uncle Quan."

Chen Feng glanced at him.

Then he turned around.

I walked towards the door.

He stopped when he reached the door.

She turned around and glanced at Uncle Quan.

"Uncle Quan,"

He said, "Congratulations on your 60th birthday."

He pushed open the door and went out.

The skinny monkey followed behind.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away in the corridor.

The private room remained quiet for a long time.

Uncle Quan slowly sat back down in his chair.

His hands were trembling.

He picked up his glass and took a sip.

Wine is bitter.

Uncle Wen looked at him.

"Uncle Quan," he said, "are you alright?"

Uncle Quan waved his hand.

He looked at the closed door, thinking about those eyes from earlier.

That person is terrifying.

It was more terrifying than he had imagined.

Princess Jin, just give it to him.

As long as he doesn't ask for anything else.

As long as he doesn't kill anymore.

Snake King Can sat in the corner, trembling all over.

He remembered what he had just said.

"Golden Princess, for Brother Chen."

His Golden Princess.

His place.

His cash cow.

Gone.

Everything is gone.

He lowered his head.

Tears streamed down my face.

But nobody was looking at him.

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downstairs.

Chen Feng emerged from the Grand Slam.

A night breeze blew by, carrying a hint of coolness.

The skinny monkey followed behind.

"Big Steel," he said, "we got Princess Golden!"

Chen Feng didn't say anything.

He looked up at the night sky.

The moon is very bright.

The sunlight shone on the streets of Yau Ma Tei.

He recalled what Uncle Quan had just said.

"Let's keep to ourselves."

He smiled.

The smile was brief, fleeting in the night.

He turned around.

Get into the car.

The car started and slowly drove away.

They disappeared into the night.