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

Yau Ma Tei, Police Station.

The detective's office door was closed, and the curtains were drawn, letting in no light.

Only one desk lamp was lit in the room, its dim yellow light illuminating the large desk.

Yan Tong sat behind his desk, a cigar between his fingers, slowly smoking.

Standing in front of him was a man named Rotten Mouth Hair.

The man with the rotten mouth was wearing a wrinkled old suit. He was thin, with darting eyes and a fawning smile on his face.

"Master Yan,"

He bent over, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"It's all taken care of. Ruan Xiong sent over a dozen men, all top-notch elites! Led by his top subordinate, Abian!"

Yan Tong's eyes lit up.

He placed the cigar on the edge of the ashtray and leaned forward slightly.

"A dozen or so?"

The man with the ulcer nodded.

"Yes. A dozen or so. They were all brought by Nguyen Hung from Borneo. They've fought in wars and killed people."

He looked at Yan Tong,

"Don't worry, Master Yan. Each of these men is worth ten. No matter how good that northerner is, he can't hold out."

Yan Tong smiled.

The smile was brief, fleeting in the dim light.

He leaned back in his chair, looking at the rotten hair.

"A mouth ulcer, not bad."

He paused.

"After this is done, I'll promote you to detective. You won't need to wear a uniform anymore."

The man with the rotten mouth stared wide-eyed.

Wearing civilian clothes is much more prestigious than wearing a uniform, especially as a detective—something he never even dared to dream of.

"Master Yan,"

His voice trembled as he said, "Thank you for your guidance!"

Yan Tong waved his hand.

"Alright. Go back and keep an eye on things. Report back immediately if anything happens."

The sores on the mouth were throbbing as if being pounded like garlic.

"Yes! Don't worry, Master Yan!"

He turned around and strode out.

The door closed behind me.

Only Yan Tong remained in the room.

He picked up the cigar, put it back in his mouth, took a puff, and slowly exhaled.

Smoke rose in the lamplight, blurring his face.

"Northeasterner,"

He muttered, "Let's see how you die this time."

He stood up, walked to the window, and pulled back the curtains a crack.

Looking out the window at the street scene of Yau Ma Tei.

Ruan Xiong's men have arrived.

A dozen or so elites.

No matter how good that Northerner is at killing, can he kill more than a dozen people who have fought in wars?

Even if he kills these dozen or so, Ruan Xiong still has more than two thousand people waiting.

A smile appeared on Yan Tong's lips.

The smile was brief, fleeting in the sunlight.

-

Hong Kong Island, Tsim Sha Tsui.

A hotel, hidden in a small alley next to Nathan Road.

The storefront wasn't large, but it was clean and tidy, and it was a place that Xie Wanying had specially arranged for A Bian and the others to stay.

A suite at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

Abian stood by the window, looking down at the alley below.

Behind him stood ten strong men, all handpicked by Nguyen Hung from Borneo. They were veterans of war and murder, each more ruthless than the last.

"Brother Bian,"

One of the men spoke up, "When shall we make our move?"

Abian didn't turn around.

"No rush. Let's assess the situation first."

The man nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Abian turned around and looked at them.

"Stay indoors for the next few days. Don't go out and wander around. I'll take care of anything that needs to be done."

Everyone nodded.

Abian waved his hand.

"Go and rest."

The ten men turned and walked out.

The door closed behind me.

Only A-Bian remained in the room.

He sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about Su Zhenzhen.

The woman's waist, her ample breasts, her enchanting voice—his heart was itching.

He had never seen a woman like that in Borneo.

She's fair-skinned and tender, sexy and wanton; she can make you feel like you're in heaven with just a few tricks.

He remembered Su Zhenzhen saying that she worked as a dancer and hostess at a nightclub, every night.

Abian's throat moved.

He stood up, walked to the door, and opened it.

The corridor was empty; the ten men had all gone back to their rooms.

He hesitated for a moment.

In case someone tells Ruan Xiong that he's looking for women in Hong Kong Island—

He shook his head.

You can't go alone.

We need to think of a solution.

He thought for a moment, and his eyes lit up.

Under the guise of treating everyone to a meal, he took everyone with him.

That way, no one can say anything.

He turned around and went back into the house.

-

night.

Temple Street, Golden Phoenix Nightclub.

This is where Su Zhenzhen works. It's not big, but business is good.

Neon lights flashed at the entrance, and several heavily made-up women stood there, beckoning to passersby.

A-Bian led the ten men in a grand procession.

The woman at the door had a bright look in her eyes when she saw so many people.

"Boss, please come in!"

Abian nodded and followed her inside.

The lobby on the first floor was dimly lit, and soft music played.

Several booths were occupied by people, all of whom were drinking with women in their arms.

Abian booked a large private room.

The private room was softly lit, with a sofa, a coffee table, and several colored lights.

The ten men sat down, their faces filled with excitement.

In Borneo, they wouldn't have the chance to come to a place like this.

Abian waved to the waiter at the door.

"Call over a few girls, the good ones."

The waiter nodded and left.

Soon, the door was pushed open.

A dozen or so women walked in, all in their early twenties, wearing revealing dresses, heavy makeup, and sweet smiles.

Su Zhenzhen walked at the very front.

Today she was wearing a low-cut black dress, her ample breasts almost spilling out, her hair was down, her face was heavily made up, and her eyes and brows exuded a seductive charm.

When Abian saw her, his eyes lit up.

"Zhenzhen!"

Su Zhenzhen smiled when she saw him.

"Brother Bian!"

She came over, sat down next to him, and leaned against him.

"Brother Bian, you've finally come. I thought you'd forgotten about me."

Ah Bian reached out and put his arm around her waist.

"How could I forget? I think about it every day."

Su Zhenzhen smiled and moved even closer.

The ten men each picked a girl, and they embraced, drank, and laughed.

The atmosphere was great.

After a few rounds of drinks, A-Bian's face turned red, and he became more talkative.

Su Zhenzhen leaned against him and poured him a drink.

"Brother Bian, how long are you staying in Hong Kong this time?"

Abian picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"Not necessarily. I'll leave after I've finished my business."

Su Zhenzhen's eyes lit up.

"What is it?"

A-Bian paused for a moment, looked at her, and his eyes became wary.

Su Zhenzhen quickly smiled.

"I was just asking casually. If it's inconvenient to say, that's fine too."

She picked up her glass. "Come on, let's drink."

A-Bian also raised his glass, and the two clinked glasses.

After he finished drinking, Su Zhenzhen poured him another cup.

"Brother Bian, how many people came this time?"

Abian said, "A dozen or so."

Su Zhenzhen's eyes lit up again.

"So many? Are they all your men?"

Abian nodded.

"Yes. They were all sent by Brother Xiong."

Su Zhenzhen leaned against him.

"Brother Bian, you're amazing!"

Abian smiled, a smile tinged with smugness.

"Of course."

He reached out and touched her.

Su Zhenzhen didn't dodge; she just leaned against him and let him touch her.

Her eyes swept around the private room.

The ten men were all quite drunk, some were embracing women, some were laughing and talking, some were singing, and some were already staggering around drunk.

A slight smile appeared on Su Zhenzhen's lips.

The smile was brief, fleeting in the dim light.