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

The skinny monkey walked over.

"Brother Da Gang," he said, "that Lao Cheng is doing a five-million-dollar deal. If we could get in touch with him—"

Chen Feng raised his hand to interrupt him.

"No rush."

The skinny monkey looked at him.

Chen Feng said, "Let's find out who he delivered the goods to first."

The skinny monkey nodded.

"clear."

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

five million.

arms.

Labor is accomplished.

He noted down the person's name.

-

Borneo, rubber plantation.

The living room on the second floor of the small villa.

Ruan Xiong sat on the sofa, holding a telegram in his hand.

A satisfied smile graced his face.

Xie Wanying sat next to him and leaned against him.

Abian stood in front of them.

"Brother, the goods have all arrived. Fifty people, fifty trucks, all transported back."

Ruan Xiong nodded.

"it is good."

He looked at Xie Wanying.

"Wanying, you've done a great job this time."

Xie Wanying smiled.

The smile was brief, fleeting in the sunlight.

"Brother Xiong, it's because you trust me."

Ruan Xiong reached out and put his arm around her waist.

He pulled her into his arms.

"We trust you because you are capable."

He looked at Abian.

"Abian, distribute the goods. Keep half for your own use, and sell the other half."

Abian nodded.

"Yes, brother."

He turned around and strode out.

The door closed behind me.

Only Ruan Xiong and Xie Wanying remained in the room.

Ruan Xiong looked down at her.

"Wanying," he said, "from now on, you are mine."

Xie Wanying raised her head.

Look at him.

There was a light shining in those eyes.

"Brother Xiong, I've been yours for a long time."

Ruan Xiong smiled.

The smile was brief, tinged with a hint of smugness.

He lowered his head and kissed her.

Xie Wanying closed her eyes.

-

Somewhere on Hong Kong Island.

An unassuming teahouse, hidden deep in the bustling city.

The private room on the second floor had its windows closed and the curtains drawn.

Only one chandelier was lit in the room, casting a dim yellow light on the round mahogany table.

Several plates of snacks and a pot of tea were laid out on the table.

The two people sat facing each other.

Lou Zhenhua.

Mr. Zhou.

Mr. Zhou picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Mr. Lou, you were looking for me?"

Lou Zhenhua looked at him.

"Mr. Zhou, I would like to see Lao Cheng."

Mr. Zhou narrowed his eyes.

"Lao Cheng?"

Lou Zhenhua nodded.

"Yes. I want to talk business with him."

Mr. Zhou remained silent for a few seconds.

He looked at Lou Zhenhua.

"Boss Lou, do you know who Lao Cheng is?"

Lou Zhenhua said, "I know. They're in the arms business."

Mr. Zhou nodded.

"Since you know that, you should also know that he doesn't see outsiders."

Lou Zhenhua smiled.

"Mr. Zhou, aren't you his contact person?"

Mr. Zhou looked at him.

"You want me to act as your matchmaker?"

Lou Zhenhua nodded.

"Yes. You'll get a share after it's done."

Mr. Zhou remained silent for a few seconds.

He picked up his teacup and took another sip.

Then he put down his teacup.

"Boss Lou," he said, "I can give it a try. But I can't guarantee it will work out."

Lou Zhenhua smiled.

"Just hearing your words is enough."

He stood up.

He took an envelope out of his pocket.

Place it on the table.

Push it over.

Mr. Zhou glanced at it.

A thick stack.

He reached out, picked it up, and put it in his pocket.

"Wait for my news."

Lou Zhenhua nodded.

He turned and strode out.

-

Princess Jin, third-floor office.

Chen Feng sat behind his desk, holding an account book in his hand.

The door was pushed open.

Lou Zhenhua walked in.

"Mr. Chen!"

Chen Feng raised his head.

"What's wrong?"

Lou Zhenhua walked up to him.

"Found it."

Chen Feng looked at him.

"explain."

Lou Zhenhua said, "That batch of goods was delivered to a man named Ruan Xiong."

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes.

Ruan Xiong.

The warlords of Borneo.

Ruan Biao's older brother.

He had more than two thousand men under his command.

Chen Feng nodded.

"Ruan Xiong..."

Lou Zhenhua looked at him.

"Mr. Chen, do you know him?"

Chen Feng shook his head.

"I don't know him."

He paused.

"But I've heard of it."

Lou Zhenhua said, "Ruan Biao was his younger brother. He died at the Golden Princess's place."

Chen Feng didn't say anything.

He just looked out the window.

Ruan Xiong.

We'll have to deal with this person sooner or later.

I didn't expect it to come so quickly.

Chen Feng sat behind his desk, holding the ledger in his hand, but didn't open it.

His gaze was fixed on the window, but he saw nothing in his eyes.

Lou Zhenhua sat on the sofa opposite him, his expression complex.

Skinny Monkey stood next to Chen Feng, his brows furrowed.

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

The skinny monkey spoke first.

"Big Steel Bro,"

He said, "That Ruan Biao is our enemy. His brother Ruan Xiong will definitely avenge him."

Chen Feng nodded.

"That's right."

The skinny monkey looked at him.

"Then let's..."

Chen Feng said, "It seems Ruan Xiong's business is not going to work out."

Lou Zhenhua was stunned for a moment.

He looked at Chen Feng.

"Mr. Chen, don't you want to do big business?"

Chen Feng turned his head and looked at him.

Those eyes remained expressionless.

"Mr. Lou," he said, "doing business is all about using a curved knife to cut vegetables."

Lou Zhenhua waited.

Chen Feng said, "Perfect."

Lou Zhenhua didn't understand.

"Perfect?"

Chen Feng looked at him.

"Ruan Xiong's younger brother died at the hands of my brothers."

Lou Zhenhua was stunned.

He looked at Chen Feng, at that expressionless face.

His mind was racing.

Ruan Biao died in Jin Gongzhu.

Golden Princess is now Chen Feng's territory.

He already knew.

But he didn't know that the person who killed Ruan Biao was Chen Feng's brother.

Now he knows.

I also learned what this meant.

Nguyen Hung was a warlord in Borneo.

He had more than two thousand men under his command.

His brother died, and he couldn't let it go.

They'll come looking for Chen Feng to take revenge sooner or later.

And myself—

Lou Zhenhua felt a chill run down his spine.

He was helping Chen Feng make connections, hoping to do business with Lao Cheng.

Lao Chenggang sold five million worth of weapons to Ruan Xiong.

If Ruan Xiong knew—

"Mr. Chen,"

He spoke, his voice a little dry, "Are you saying this to me?"

Chen Feng looked at him.

What do you think?

Lou Zhenhua's forehead began to sweat.

He looked at Chen Feng, at that expressionless face.

He suddenly realized.

Chen Feng wasn't trying to scare him.

It was a reminder to him.

He was reminded that if he connected with Lao Cheng, it would be equivalent to indirectly connecting with Ruan Xiong.

Ruan Xiong is Chen Feng's enemy.

At that time, he will be caught in the middle—

Lou Zhenhua dared not think any further.

"Mr. Chen," he stood up, "I understand."

Chen Feng nodded.

"Good that you understand."

Lou Zhenhua took a deep breath.

"Mr. Chen, then I..."

Chen Feng raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Mr. Lou," he said, "you should continue doing what you were doing."

Lou Zhenhua was stunned.

"What else are you doing?"

Chen Feng said, "Go contact Mr. Zhou. Go see Lao Cheng. Go discuss business."

Lou Zhenhua looked at him, his eyes full of confusion.

"Mr. Chen, this..."

Chen Feng said, "We'll have to deal with Ruan Xiong sooner or later. It's not a bad thing to know his background sooner rather than later."

Lou Zhenhua's eyes lit up.

"Mr. Chen, you mean...?"

Chen Feng nodded.

"go."

Lou Zhenhua took a deep breath.

"clear."

He turned around and strode out.

The door closed behind me.