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

Half an hour later.

Uncle Quan walked into the office.

He was wearing a dark Zhongshan suit, his hair was neatly combed, and he had a smile on his face.

But that smile seemed a little forced.

"Master Yan, you wanted to see me?"

Yan Tong looked at him.

"Ah Quan," he said, "how much do you know about that Yankee?"

Uncle Quan was stunned for a moment.

"Northeasterner?"

Yan Tong nodded.

"Yes. The one who repairs machines."

Uncle Quan's expression changed slightly.

He looked at Yan Tong, his mind racing.

Why did Master Yan suddenly ask about that person?

"Master Yan," he began, "that person... is not someone to be trifled with."

Yan Tong smiled.

"not to be trifled?"

Uncle Quan nodded.

"Yes. He killed fifteen of Tyrannosaurus Rex's men all by himself. He used a knife. One hit each."

Yan Tong leaned back in his chair.

"Anything else?"

Uncle Quan said, "He killed Fat Bo. Fat Bo was the boss of Kowloon Walled City. He was a man who, with just one gun, slaughtered his way through an entire area."

He looked at Yan Tong.

"Master Yan, why are you asking this?"

Yan Tong said, "He refused to pay the fees. He told me to go talk to him in person."

Uncle Quan's expression changed.

He looked at Yan Tong, his eyes flashing with complex emotions—shock, surprise, and a hint of schadenfreude.

That northerner has finally messed with Master Yan.

"Master Yan," he said, "what are you planning to do?"

Yan Tong stood up.

I walked to the window.

He had his back to Uncle Quan.

Looking out the window at the street.

"Ah Quan," he said, "tell me, what gives him the right?"

Uncle Quan was stunned for a moment.

"On what grounds?"

Yan Tong turned around.

Look at him.

"Why shouldn't he pay the fees? Why should I go in person? Why?"

Uncle Quan opened his mouth.

"Master Yan, he..."

Yan Tong interrupted him.

"He can kill. But so what?"

He walked back to his desk and sat down again.

"I, Yan Tong, have been in Kowloon for so many years. What haven't I seen? What kind of person haven't I killed?"

He looked at Uncle Quan.

"Ah Quan, go tell him. The fees, not a penny less. Pay them within three days. Otherwise—"

He paused.

"You will bear the consequences."

Uncle Quan felt a chill run down his spine.

But he dared not say anything else.

He simply nodded.

"Yes, Master Yan."

He turned around and strode out.

The door closed behind me.

Yan Tong sat there, looking at the door.

That northerner.

Ungrateful.

Then don't blame him for being impolite.

-

Princess Jin, third-floor office.

Uncle Quan stood in front of Chen Feng, a smile plastered on his face.

But that smile was uglier than a cry.

"Mr. Chen," he said, "Master Yan sent me to deliver a message."

Chen Feng looked at him.

"explain."

Uncle Quan said, "Master Yan said the fees must be paid in full, not a penny less. They must be paid within three days. Otherwise—"

He paused.

"You will bear the consequences."

Chen Feng looked at him.

Those eyes remained expressionless.

"Bear the consequences yourself?"

Uncle Quan nodded.

"Yes. That's what Master Yan said."

Chen Feng remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he laughed.

The smile was brief, fleeting in the light.

"Uncle Quan," he said, "go back and tell Yan Tong."

Uncle Quan looked at him.

Chen Feng said, "I'll be waiting for him at Golden Princess in three days. If he dares to come, I'll talk to him. If he dares not to come—"

He paused.

"You will bear the consequences."

Uncle Quan's expression changed.

He looked at Chen Feng, at that expressionless face.

He knew that these two people were at odds.

"Mr. Chen," he began, his voice hoarse, "what's wrong with you...?"

Chen Feng raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Reply with exactly what you said."

Uncle Quan remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he nodded.

"Yes."

He turned around and strode out.

The door closed behind me.

The skinny monkey walked over.

"Brother Da Gang," he said, "are you really going to go head-to-head with Yan Tong?"

Chen Feng looked at him.

"What? Scared?"

The skinny monkey shook his head.

"It's not fear. I mean, Yan Tong is a detective. He has hundreds of men under him. If a fight really breaks out—"

Chen Feng interrupted him.

"He wouldn't dare."

The skinny monkey was stunned.

"You dare not?"

Chen Feng said, "If he dared to use force, he would have come long ago."

He stood up and walked to the window.

Looking out the window at the neon lights.

"He's testing me," he said. "Testing my limits."

The skinny monkey looked at him.

"Then let's..."

Chen Feng turned around.

"Tell him that my bottom line is that he can't be touched."

The skinny monkey remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he nodded.

"Understood."

Chen Feng withdrew his gaze.

He looked out the window.

three days later.

Yan Tong.

Are you coming or not?

Yau Ma Tei, Police Station.

The detective's office door was closed, but the door panel couldn't block out the sounds coming from inside.

Yan Tong sat behind his desk, his face so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

Standing in front of him were several of his trusted men, his most capable people.

At this moment, everyone lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.

"Oh shit!"

Yan Tong slammed his hand on the table.

"If everyone does this, we'll starve!"

The men shrank back, none of them daring to speak.

Yan Tong stood up, walked to the window, and turned his back to them.

He looked out the window at the street, thinking about what had just happened.

Uncle Quan came back with a message, saying that the Northerner wanted him to go and talk to him in person.

Of course he wouldn't go.

Who is he?

Kowloon Detective!

He has hundreds of plainclothes officers under his command!

They even have foreigners backing them up!

Let him personally talk to a machine repairman from mainland China?

If word gets out, where will he put his face?

If we don't go, we won't be able to collect the fees.

If we can't collect the money, it will be difficult to explain to our superiors.

If he can't explain himself properly, his position will be unstable.

Yan Tong turned around.

He walked back to his desk and sat down again.

Looking at his subordinates.

"What do you suggest we do?"

One of his men looked up.

"Brother Yan, I think we should have the other gangs wipe out this northerner!"

Yan Tong's eyes lit up.

Just for a moment.

Then he shook his head.

"Other gangs?"

The subordinate nodded.

"Yes. Send He Xingsheng's men. Doesn't Uncle Quan have a grudge against that northerner? Let him lead the men."

Yan Tong gave a cold laugh.

"Uncle Quan?"

He recalled how Uncle Quan had looked earlier; his face had turned pale, and his voice was trembling.

"That Ah Quan looks terrified. Let him go? Does he dare?"

The subordinates fell silent.

Yan Tong continued, "And that Snake King Can, a complete waste. He gave away such a good venue like Princess Jin with just a word from the Northerners. Can you really count on someone like that?"

He paused.

"What a pity about Meimei..."

A scene flashed through Yan Tong's mind.

Meimei, wearing a cheongsam, leaned against him; she was soft and fragrant.

That figure, that skill, that charm—

He savored the memory.

The men looked at each other, wondering why Master Yan had suddenly thought of women.

Another subordinate spoke up.

"Master Yan, I've heard something."

Yan Tong looked at him.

"explain."

The henchman said, "The North Koreans' men killed Nguyen Hung's brother."

Yan Tong narrowed his eyes.

"Ruan Xiong?"