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

Downstairs, the four skinny guys walked out of the back door of Princess Golden.

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

Skinny Monkey stood at the door, took out the list from his pocket, and looked at it again by the light of the street lamp.

"Zhou Yongling said that they stayed in a hotel in Tsim Sha Tsui, on the second floor, in a suite at the end of the corridor. There were five rooms in total, with Ah Bian staying in one by himself and the other ten people sharing four rooms."

He put the list away and looked at the other three.

"They went to the Golden Phoenix Nightclub on Temple Street tonight and drank quite a bit. They should all be asleep by now."

Tie Tou rubbed his hands together.

"That's perfect. Saves us the trouble."

The loach huddled in the corner, silent, but its eyes shone with an eerie light.

The man with the gap-toothed man pulled a knife from his pocket, examined the blade under the streetlight, and then put it away.

The skinny monkey looked at him.

"Gap-toothed, you're in charge of A-Bian."

He nodded, his gap-toothed face showing.

"OK."

Skinny Monkey looked at Iron Head.

"Tie Tou, you take three men and take charge of those two rooms. Six people in total."

Iron Head grinned. "Okay."

Skinny Monkey looked at Mudfish. "Mudfish, you take two people and take charge of the other two rooms. Four people in total."

The loach nodded without saying a word.

The skinny monkey took a deep breath. "Let's go."

The four people disappeared into the night.

-

That hotel in Tsim Sha Tsui.

At three in the morning, the corridor was empty, with only a few wall lamps emitting a dim yellow light.

The carpet is thick, and you don't make a sound when you step on it.

The skinny monkey stood at the top of the stairs on the second floor and glanced behind him.

Ironhead, Mudlox, Gaptooth, and the few people they brought with them all stood motionless in the shadows.

The skinny monkey made a hand gesture.

The group dispersed silently.

The man with the gap-toothed tooth walked to the suite door at the end of the corridor.

A sign on the door reads "Do Not Disturb".

He reached out and gently pushed the door open.

It wasn't locked.

Ah Bian drank too much tonight and forgot to lock the door when he came back.

The man with the gap-toothed tooth pushed the door open a crack and slipped inside.

The room was dark, with the curtains drawn, not letting in a single ray of light.

Ah Bian lay on the bed, snoring loudly, reeking of alcohol.

The man with the gap-toothed tooth walked over and stood by the bed.

Looking down at this person—Ruan Xiong's personal bodyguard, an elite from Borneo, who had fought in battles and killed people.

He's so drunk he's like a lump of mud, he doesn't know anything.

The man with the gap-toothed man drew a knife from his waist.

The blade was short but very sharp, gleaming with a dim light in the darkness.

He reached out and covered A-Bian's mouth.

Abian suddenly opened his eyes.

But it was too late; the knife had already slashed across.

Blood spurted out, splattering on the pillow and the wall.

A-Bian's body twitched a few times, then stopped moving.

The man with the gap-toothed man loosened his grip and wiped the knife on the bed sheet.

He turned around and walked out of the room.

In the corridor, Tie Tou and the others had already finished.

Two rooms, six people, but none were left.

Loach also came out of another room and nodded to Skinny Monkey.

Four, all solved.

The skinny monkey glanced at the door at the end of the corridor.

The man with the gap-toothed tooth came out and nodded at him.

The skinny monkey looked away. "Let's go."

The group of people disappeared silently at the stairwell.

A large truck was parked downstairs. Skinny Monkey and his gang carried eleven sacks and threw them onto the truck.

At six o'clock in the morning, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

The young woman at the hotel reception yawned, picked up the phone, and dialed the number for A-Bian's room on the second floor.

No one answered.

She dialed again, but no one answered.

She hung up the phone and called security.

"Those guests on the second floor, no one's answering the phone. Go check on them."

The security guard took the keys and went upstairs.

"Nobody's here!"

-

Princess Jin, third-floor office.

Chen Feng sat behind his desk, holding an account book in his hand, slowly flipping through it.

The door was pushed open, and the skinny monkey walked in.

He had changed his clothes; they were clean and tidy, and he had a smile on his face.

"Brother Da Gang, it's all done."

Chen Feng looked up. "Clean?"

The skinny monkey nodded.

"Clean. Not a single person was left. The commotion was minimal; no one noticed."

Chen Feng nodded.

He lowered his head and continued flipping through the account book.

"Big Steel Bro,"

"Those people from Abian just vanished like that," Skinny Monkey said. "It's like they never existed."

Chen Feng didn't look up. "Hmm."

The skinny monkey looked at him, wanting to say something, but didn't.

He just stood there, watching Chen Feng flip through the account books.

Chen Feng turned a page.

"Is there anything else?"

The skinny monkey shook his head.

"That's all."

Chen Feng nodded.

"Go down. Let the brothers rest."

The skinny monkey turned around and walked out.

The door closed behind him. The room fell silent.

Chen Feng put down the account book, stood up, and walked to the window.

Looking out the window at the gray sky.

The eleven men sent by Ruan Xiong have disappeared.

It was as if it had never existed.

But Ruan Xiong wouldn't let it go so easily.

He still has more than two thousand people, and he will send more people.

Chen Feng's face remained expressionless.

-

Yau Ma Tei, Police Station.

The detective's office.

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

Rotten-mouthed hair stood in front of him, head bowed, trembling all over.

"What did you say?"

Yan Tong's voice was as cold as ice, "The person is gone?"

My legs are feeling weak from the mouth ulcer.

"Master Yan, I...I went to the hotel this morning, and they...they were all gone."

Yan Tong looked at him.

"Where are they? Eleven people, just like that, gone?"

Sweat began to bead on his forehead, which was covered in sores.

"I...I don't know either. I asked around, and the hotel staff said that the person was fine last night. This morning, they were gone. They didn't even take their luggage."

Yan Tong was silent for a few seconds, then stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray.

"roll."

The man with the rotten mouth felt as if he had been granted a pardon, so he quickly turned around and walked out.

The door closed behind me.

Yan Tong leaned back in his chair, looking at the ceiling.

That northerner really wiped out Nguyen Hung's men.

Eleven people simply vanished, as if they had never existed.

Yan Tong felt a chill run down his back.

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the street.

"Northeasterner." He murmured, "Who exactly are you?"

-

A rental house somewhere on Hong Kong Island.

Lan Koufa pushed open the door and went inside.

He sat on the bed, his hands still trembling.

Eleven people, just like that, gone. If Ruan Xiong knew—

He dared not think any further.

He lay down, staring at the ceiling, trembling all over.

-

Borneo, rubber plantation.

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

Ruan Xiong sat on the sofa, holding a glass of wine in his hand. Ah Hei stood in front of him, head bowed.

"Big brother, A-Bian and the others... are gone."

Ruan Xiong gripped the wine glass tightly.

"That's it?"

Ahei nodded.

"We can't get in touch with them. The hotel staff said they found them missing this morning, without even their luggage."

Ruan Xiong remained silent for a long time.

He suddenly stood up and smashed the wine glass on the ground.

"damn it!"

Glass shards flew everywhere, and wine was splashed all over the floor.

He walked to the window, turned his back to Ahei, and looked out at the endless rubber plantation.

A-Bian, his brother who had been with him for several years.

That's it, gone.

And those ten elite soldiers, not one of them remained.

He turned around.

"That Yankee, I want him dead."

Ahei lowered his head.

"Big brother, I'm going to Hong Kong Island again—"

Ruan Xiong raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Need not."

He walked back to the sofa and sat down.

"I'll handle this myself."

Ahei was stunned.

"Brother, are you going yourself?"

Ruan Xiong nodded.

"Yes. I want to see just how good that Northerner really is."

Ahei's expression changed. "Big brother, over here—"

Ruan Xiong looked at him.

"My younger brother, Ruan Bao, is here. Please help him."

Ahei opened his mouth as if to say something, but didn't say anything.

He simply lowered his head. "Yes, brother."

Ruan Xiong leaned back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling.

Northerners.

You wait.

Hong Kong Island, Golden Princess.

Third-floor office.

Chen Feng sat behind his desk, holding the intelligence that Zhou Yongling had just delivered.

Ruan Xiong wants to come to Hong Kong Island in person.

He put down the intelligence report and looked out the window.

Ruan Xiong.

A warlord with more than two thousand men.

He's coming to Hong Kong Island. Kill him.

Chen Feng's face remained expressionless.

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the neon lights outside.

come on.