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

Zhou Yongling sat down by the bed.

He recalled what Chen Feng had just said.

"Hong Kong Island is a land of opportunity, far better than Borneo."

He recalled his days in Borneo.

He worked for Ruan Xiong.

They gathered information for him and facilitated his business dealings.

I don't earn much money all year round.

We still have to live in fear and trepidation.

He feared that one day, Ruan Xiong might become displeased and kill him.

And that North guy—

Zhou Yongling closed his eyes.

-

Princess Jin, third-floor office.

Chen Feng sat behind his desk, and Skinny Monkey stood in front of him.

"Brother Da Gang, will Zhou Yongling come?"

Chen Feng raised his head.

"meeting."

The skinny monkey looked at him.

"So what do we do?"

Chen Feng said, "Wait."

He lowered his head

The skinny monkey stood to the side and didn't ask any more questions.

-

three days later.

Princess Jin, third-floor office.

The door was pushed open.

Ah Shui walked in.

"Boss, Zhou Yongling is here."

Chen Feng raised his head.

"Let him in."

Ah Shui turned and left.

A moment later, the door was pushed open.

Zhou Yongling walked in.

He changed into a clean set of clothes today—a dark suit, and his hair was neatly combed.

But there was still a hint of nervousness in those eyes.

He walked up to Chen Feng.

"Mr. Chen."

Chen Feng looked at him.

"sit."

Zhou Yongling sat down on the sofa.

Chen Feng stood up and walked up to him.

"Mr. Zhou, have you thought it through?"

Zhou Yongling took a deep breath.

"I've figured it out."

He looked at Chen Feng.

"Mr. Chen, I'm willing to go with you."

Chen Feng nodded.

He walked back to his desk and took an envelope out of the drawer.

Place it on the table.

Push it over.

Zhou Yongling opened it and took a look.

Inside was a stack of banknotes.

Thick.

His eyes lit up.

"Mr. Chen, this..."

Chen Feng said, "Take it. It's a gift."

Zhou Yongling put the money away.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen."

Chen Feng looked at him.

"Mr. Zhou,"

He asked, "How long did you work for Nguyen Hung?"

Zhou Yongling said, "Three years."

"Three years. How much did you do for him?"

Zhou Yongling thought for a moment.

"Gather information for him, make deals. And—keep an eye on things on Hong Kong Island."

Chen Feng nodded.

How many men does Ruan Xiong have under his command?

Zhou Yongling said, "More than two thousand."

"Where's the gun?"

"We don't have many guns. We bought five million worth of weapons from Lao Cheng last time, which should be enough for now."

Chen Feng's eyes twitched slightly.

five million.

That's the batch of goods.

He nodded.

"Mr. Zhou,"

He said, "You continue to work for Nguyen Hung."

Zhou Yongling was stunned.

"Mr. Chen?"

Chen Feng looked at him.

"Go back and do what you need to do. Let me know if there's any news from Ruan Xiong."

Zhou Yongling was silent for a second.

Then he nodded.

"clear."

Chen Feng stood up.

Walk up to him.

I reached out and pressed on his shoulder.

"Do a good job."

Zhou Yongling nodded.

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen."

He turned around and strode out.

The door closed behind me.

Chen Feng was the only one left in the room.

He stood by the window, looking at the neon lights outside.

Ruan Xiong.

More than two thousand people.

Five million in weapons.

These numbers swirled in his mind.

But his face remained expressionless.

Hong Kong Island, Tsim Sha Tsui.

Hotel suite, afternoon.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting bright patches of light on the carpet.

Xie Wanying sat on the sofa, holding a cup of tea in her hand, and slowly sipped it.

She wore a light purple cheongsam, her hair was tied up, and she had light makeup on her face, looking elegant and composed.

Across from them, A-Bian sat on another sofa.

He was wearing a dark-colored short jacket, with dark skin and a strong, muscular build.

But at this moment, his expression was not good.

With sunken eyes, dark circles, and chapped lips, she looked exhausted, as if all her strength had been drained.

Xie Wanying looked at him, a smile appearing on her lips—but the smile was brief and fleeting.

"Ah Bian, how have you been resting these past few days?"

Abian rubbed his temples.

"good."

His voice was hoarse, carrying the weariness of a hangover, "I'm just a little tired."

Xie Wanying nodded. "Young people should exercise restraint."

A-Bian's face flushed slightly, but she didn't reply.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, then put it down and looked at Xie Wanying.

"Sister Ying, the matter of that northerner has been investigated and clarified."

Xie Wanying's eyes twitched slightly, just for a moment, then returned to calm. "Speak."

Ah Bian: "That guy from the North, his real name is Chen Feng, nicknamed 'Northern Guy.' He's from the mainland and used to work at a repair shop in Sham Shui Po. Later, I don't know how, he got involved with Uncle Quan, killed Fat Bo, and took over Tyrannosaurus's territory. Now, Golden Princess, New World, and those streets east of Yau Ma Tei all belong to him."

Abian continued, "He has several men under him, all from the mainland. One is called Skinny Monkey, one is called Iron Head, one is called Loach, and another is called Gap Tooth—"

Xie Wanying paused, then looked up. "A gap-toothed boy?"

Abian nodded. "Yes. Gap-toothed. That's him. He's the one who killed Brother Biao in the Golden Princess bombing."

Xie Wanying was silent for a few seconds, looking at the paper in her hand, and a picture flashed through her mind—the man with a scar on his face, standing in the center of the Golden Princess Hall, holding a gun in his hand and a bomb on his waist.

She closed her eyes, then opened them again.

"Ah Bian, are you sure?"

Abian nodded.

"Confirmed. Ah Hei investigated thoroughly. That gap-toothed guy is one of the Northerners. He was the only one who went to Golden Princess that night. He killed Brother Ruan Biao."

Xie Wanying leaned back on the sofa, looking at the ceiling.

Ruan Biao died, killed by the man with the gap-toothed man.

The guy with the gap in his teeth is a Northerner.

Now that Abian has found out the truth, he needs to go back and tell Ruan Xiong.

She looked at Abian.

"Abian, what are you planning to do?"

Ah Bian said, "I'll go back to Borneo right away and tell Xiong Ge the news."

Xie Wanying nodded. "Okay. When are you leaving?"

Abian said, "The sooner the better. Tomorrow morning."

Xie Wanying stood up, walked to the cabinet, took out an envelope, and handed it to Abian. "Take this. This is for your travel expenses."

A-Bian took the envelope and put it in his pocket. "Thank you, Sister Ying."

Xie Wanying looked at him. "Abian, be careful on the road."

A-Bian stood up. "Don't worry, Sister Ying."

He turned around and strode out.

The door closed behind me.

Xie Wanying was the only one left in the room.

She leaned back on the sofa, looking at the ceiling.

Ruan Xiong found out that it was the man with the missing teeth who killed Ruan Biao, and that the Northerners were the mastermind behind it all.

What will he do?

Xie Wanying closed her eyes.

She didn't think any further.

She simply stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the bustling street scene outside.

The sun was strong, shining on her face, but she didn't feel hot.

Downstairs, A-Bian walked out of the hotel.

The sunlight was blinding, so he squinted.

Ahei walked over from the side. "Brother Abian?"

Abian nodded. "I'll go back tomorrow."

Ahei looked at him.

"Brother Bian, you must be exhausted these past few days?"

Abian gave a wry smile.

"It's alright. It's just that Su Zhenzhen is too clingy."

Ahei smiled.

"Then why do you still see her every day?"

Abian didn't say anything.

He thought of Su Zhenzhen's ample breasts, her supple waist, and her enchanting voice, and his heart began to itch again.

But he shook his head; now was not the time to think about that. He took a deep breath.

"Ahei, after I leave, you continue to keep an eye on that northerner. If you have any news, let Xiong Ge know immediately."

Ahei nodded. "Understood."

A-Bian patted him on the shoulder, turned around, and walked into the hotel.